#I am so excited to get back to RH tonight

[lucithornz]

I finished "Just one Question?" and I am so excited to have finished my first F1 fic! Thank you to everyone who had read, left kudos and commented, I really cannot say thank you enough for the love and support.

I am continuing to work on Red Horse chapter 3. I got very behind this last week but now that is my top priority.

In other news now I have more time for other WIPs. I always like having multiple projects going at once, it really helps my creative process in all works.

So I am tentatively working on(all lestappen of course): - Magical realism about breaking curses on tracks - A/B/O oneshot prompt fill (mostly smut with some plot) - Vampire crack treated seriously oneshot(I got a very funny idea that I am running with)

Considering: - A Mad Max au(I love the movies so it makes sense to me) - Dragon rider au(might have to finish RH first because this would probably be long) - Incubus Charles fic (Idk what yet but I love incubi and they need more rep)

[rynne311]

Pot & Kettle

Request: So! Could you possibly do a request with JasonxReader where reader has been working like crazy, and nonstop. And Jason isn’t happy that she’s been nonstop, and Jason notices how tired the reader looks and forces her to take a break and sleep? That sounds cute haha

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: 972

Everything about you ached, from the dull pain that never seemed to go away in your feet to the headache that never really seemed to get better.  You tried to hide your discomfort, but that was more of a lie you told yourself so you wouldn't have to admit how exhausted and beat down you were and how incredibly obvious it was.

Even going inside after work felt daunting.  Yes, home was still your safehaven to relax and ignore the outside world, but being home brough its own responsibilities you didn't want to deal with.  So instead of going inside to begin to decide on what to make for dinner or to go through the bills still sitting on the table, you stood in the hallway outside your apartment door with your eyes closed and your forehead leaning against the doorframe.  It was a futile effort to make time stop, made abundantly clear when you were interrupted by a very confused looking delivery man handing you a bag of food and asking for $28.75.  You fished two twenties out of your wallet to give the delivery guy before waving him off and heading inside.  At least now you didn't have to worry about dinner.

"That was supposed to be a surprise," Jason said, hurrying over to take the bag of food from your hands, allowing you to put your keys and work bag down.

"It still was," you assured him with a soft smile. "I really didn't feel like cooking tonight."

As Jason brought the food into the kitchen and started to unload dinner, you toed off your shoes, wiggling your toes in relief.  You let that feeling wash over you before you bent down and lifted your laptop out of your bag.

"You are not seriously still working right now," Jason chided you. "You've been working doubles all week, and I'm not even sure when you last had a day off.  You're running yourself ragged and need to take some time to actually relax and take care of yourself."

"Well aren't you just the pot calling the kettle black," you retorted, finally looking up from the computer. Just as Jason opened his mouth to argue, you continued, "I may be overworked, but you don't get to lie to me that you aren't overworking yourself too.  In the last four nights alone you've bled on the couch, on the shower curtain, on the bathroom rug, on the duvet cover, on my pillow, and on my pajamas, while I was wearing them and asleep."

"In my defense, I thought I had stitched that wound up better and I didn't know I was going to bleed through the bandage," he argued.  When it came to making sure you were taking care of yourself, he never liked to be on defense. "But point taken, we both need to take a break before we kill ourselves."

You had a feeling that had been too easy.  Jason never really offered to sideline himself without somebody else really forcing it upon him.  You stared him down, pulling your lips into a thin line as you thought through just how to prod the truth out of him.

"Fine, you win," he broke down.  Even this felt too easy, but you weren't going to fight it yet.  "Bruce has me on patrol lockdown for the next week because apparently my recent injuries make me a liability, and since you need a vacation, I thought…" 

"Well at least I'm the better option to being put into a forcible house arrest," you deadpanned. You knew what you were doing, and you hated that you were letting your sour mood twist his words. "Or am I just considered a babysitter?"

"That came out wrong," Jason sputtered, desperately trying to backpedal. You started to feel a little bad watching him crumble.  The man won't flinch when he's outnumbered and outgunned, but a glare from you stops him in his tracks.

"Yeah, I'd say it did," you agreed, softening your approach. "But yes, I get your point.  Just let me send this email right now saying I need to take my personal days through the end of the week and that I will be unreachable until I come back next week."

In the years that you'd known him, you'd never seen him so excited to have to take time off of patrol.  You tried to commit that look to memory for the next time he was gone far too long on a mission with Roy and you needed something to make you smile.

As you closed your laptop, he took it from you to be placed out of sight until you actually needed it again.  You felt a little bad when you saw him wince from where one of his stitches must have started to pull again, but even that didn't seem to bother him too much.

“So, my dear kettle, what would you like to do first?” He asked, pulling your feet onto his lap and beginning to knead from the calves down.

It wasn't instant, it never was, but as he kneaded the knots and aches, the weight of the stress slowly began to lift off of you.  You let your eyes fall shut and your head roll back as you hummed in appreciation.

"Literally nothing," you finally answered.  "My dear pot, let's just eat, put on a movie, and pass out. When we wake up in the morning without an alarm we can figure out what's next."

"You read my mind."

The growing excitement in his voice told you he was really the pot to your kettle.  The world and all of its headaches will still be there in a week and all of its headaches, but for now you both could pretend there was nothing but the two of you.

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[crazy-bi-btch]

Wrong- BI!Kevin Keller X Reader

Summary: Y/N and Kevin seem to be confused and unclear on some of their feelings toward each other

Paring: Kevin Keller X Reader

Warning: NSFW, Swearing( Rated M)

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: Um helloo, let me just say COLLEGE IS TIME CONSUMING!! Itscrazy I really want tot write but the only time I have time is when I’m on breaks. SO HERE YA GO A REQ THAT WAS MADE IN SEP OR OCT IDK! Req. by@maximumwolfkidfestival​

PS: LISTEN TO WISH YOU WERE GAY BY BILLIE, it fits with the story uwu

I sat on the fluffy couch in the lounge in RHS my black fleece turtle neck tightening by the second. My thigh-high boots tickling my bare thighs, my fingers clutching my coffee.

“ Jesus Y/N you look like you’re going to kill the damn cup.” Archie laughed at me, as I snapped back to reality. 

“ You okay…. You look pale?” My best friend whispered (Fashionista, self-esteem coach, etc.) Kevin placed his hand on my pale thigh. My heart jumped in excitement and my eyes were once again stuck on his constricting sweatshirt. This is so wrong

I coughed and looked away from him trying to concentrate on some random conversation Fangs had started with Archie and the others. Kevin took offense to Y/N silence. He thought maybe he had done something wrong. 

~

Ever since Joaquin (his the last boyfriend) the only serpent friend, he had that understood him, was just him. Well, we all know what happened to him. Kevin realized the serpent’s understood and supported him like no one before, not even Betty. With dating a serpent you get to meet the others. So he meets Fangs, Ton, and Sweet Pea. Also, Y/N or as “fresh snake” as they called her at the time. But it wasn’t Joaquin had to leave when Kevin got closer with Y/N, clearly, they had a lot in common. Kevin was happy around his new friend. Y/n, on the other hand, she was happy but very confused. See she meet him when he was dating Joaquin, so she assumed he was gay. Ignorantly when Y/N saw him walk through the White Wyrm doors with Joaquin she assumed “ so not gay”. 

Y/n remembers the exact day, her second day as a serpent chit chatting with Toni and see them both strut in. Kevin is taller and muscular than Joaquin. Instantly her eyes wandered to his arms and Adam’s apple that seemed to bop furiously from anxiousness. She was not gonna lie, he was extremely attractive. Her heart raced as she thought of many things she could do with that tall glass of-

“ Family…” Joaquin yelled, calling everyone’s, Kevin seemed extremely nervous now,” This is Kevin. My boyfriend.” I gulped eyes wide.” Well, maybe he is gay?” Toni snickered at me as she saw my reaction.  I rolled my eyes and walked away from the now growing group surrounding Joaquin and his new hot boyfriend. The night was full of small talk and laughter with J’s new boyfriend. 

As I decided that this whole love Fest going on was spoiling my drinks and mood, I plopped and started to make my way out saying a quick goodbye. Yes, I am bitter. Yes, I hate to love and anything to do with public affection. It makes my blood boil, okay, maybe jealousy makes me bitter but doesn’t everyone? Back to the story!

 When I was on my way out Joaquin ran to me with Kevin following along.

“ Hey, Y/N wait up!” I rolled my eyes, but plastered a fake smile and turned around. Trust me I was done with J rubbing into our faces how hot his new Northside boyfriend.

“Hey j!” I exclaimed

“ I wanted to introduce you to my boyfriend!” I gulped and looked up at Kevin’s buff and tall figure. I swear I could be drooling.

“ H-hi” I coughed and extended my hand towards him and he gladly took it. 

“ It’s really nice to meet you! Joaquin talks great things about you!” His soft but deep voice stated as his smile lit up the room. God, why was I not born a man! 

“ Thank you.” I blushed, but realized it was wrong for me to feel this way. “ Well, see you around guys I’m going to head out.” They nodded, and I turned towards the doors and out into the chilly night. 

~

I think we all know what happened to Joaquin and how he deciding to run away from hid problems were going to help. Kevin was devastated and who was there to console him? Me out of all the people. Jughead soon, then took orders into his own hand to rile and control the serpents. Once we settled into Riverdale high things got rocky with the Northsiders trying to accept us, but Kevin helped me out. We both knew the serpents and Nortsiders were both jealous of each other which made us the outsiders of the drama. Our friendship grew so immense that I didn’t realize until I was having sleepovers and mini-dates almost every day. What I did know was the way his smile made my knees weak, how my heartbeat raced as our eyes met in the hallways. Or the butterflies the rumble in me when we work out together and he takes his sweaty shirt off. I would make myself deny the aching feelings every day telling myself  He’s your gay best friend it can’t be like that.

Now do you see why this friendship is hurting me? Sitting there watching as my friends talked and laughed and me bubbling with anger. They could have whoever they wanted yet I couldn’t. The knot in my throat, killing me.

“ I have to go.” I took my backpack and stormed out, leaving everyone shocked and silent. 

I ignored everyone’s texts and comments. I decided I need some time alone and away from Kevin. So I hit up Reggie in look for a house party to attend to get drunk and make out with a stranger so the pain would go away. He replied quickly with an address and time. Bingo.

I dressed in a black lace bodysuit with black ripped jeans and red heels. My long black hair hugging around my cleavage, I felt like the hottest bitch on the block. By 10 pm I walked through the mansion of a random football player packed with people, music loud as could be, kegs around the house and chanting of boys mixed in also. I saw Reg and Instantly walked over.

“ Damn, Y/N you’re looking hot!” He chirped as he gave me a hug, let me just say Reggie has been nice to me since I saved his ass from his abusive father. I threatened to call the cops on his father as I showed him the pictures of Reggie’s bruises that I could easily turn him in with. “ Thank you!” I chirped in amusement. 

 “ Hey the group was asking for you they said you-”

“ Wait!” I spat, the group? They were invited also! I panicked and started to look around furiously.

“ Yeah, I invited them!” I glared at him and stormed into the huge kitchen and found as a bottle of vodka and took a huge gulp from it. By the third gulp, I felt myself become light as a feather. I impulsively walked towards Reggie again, he was with our group of friends talking, Kevin was listening also while he glanced around looking for someone. My drunk ass butted in, “ Hey guys what a coincidence. “ Before I let them answer I wrapped my fingers at the collar of Reggie’s button-down and kissed him hard. Adrenaline pumping and red lipstick smeared on Reggie’s lips. I pulled him closer and as I open one eye I saw as they stood again astonished, and Kevin seemed confused and hurt?

“ C’mon Reggie..” I whispered and I pulled him towards me as he dazedly followed. 

We instantly found a wall close by where minimal people passed through. My lips tangling onto his, my hands grabbing his hair as soft pants left me. 

I pressed his chest, back disconnecting our lips, “Let’s get more booze!” I squealed, but as I took a step I almost fell. Reggie sighed and help me up.

“ I think we’ve had enough tonight.” I whined and tried kissing him, because well I’m drunk and horny. Reggie knew he couldn’t take advantage of her friend like this and the real person she loved and wanted was her best friend, Kevin. What Y/N didn’t know was that Reggie and Kevin had a talk 3 weeks ago where Kevin confessed he is bisexual but was scared to show his love and sexual feelings towards a girl since he mostly felt that towards boys. Reggie needed that to realize Y/N and Kevin were too scared and confused to let each other feel. Reggie carried Y/N as she sniffled and whimpered as she seemed to mumble something about ‘fuck love’ or ‘ I hate him’. Reggie saw an annoyed Kevin but his expression soon changed as he saw Y/N drunk and in his arms.

“ What the hell happened?” Kevin growled as he took Y/N from Reggie.

“ Dude, relax, nothing! She’s really drunk and I think she needs you more than me.” Reggie calmly stated. Kevin gulped and saw my drunk state. 

“ You! Kev..” I slurred and felt my eyes droop in slumber.

Next thing I knew I woke up in Kevin’s room, I looked at the clock and it was 2 am. I rubbed my eyes and saw him sleeping on his computer chair with a small blanket wrapped around himself. It wasn’t the first time she’s seen him peacefully sleep. I felt great, I thanked God that I didn’t drink more or I would have felt like hell. I felt guilty for leaving him hanging and lowkey was panicking if I was drunk enough to tell him how I felt. To avoid the conversation I slid off his bed and picked my heels up as I tiptoed out. 

“ So you’re just gonna leave?” I heard a gruff voice. I cringed and turned around to see him sitting in the same spot the blanket in his hands now. 

“ I can-”

“ Please do… I don’t know what’s going on Y/N? What happened to us?” His words hit an emotional string in my heart, which led me to tear up.

“ I’m sorry- I wish I could explain.” I sat at the edge of his bed avoiding his sight. 

“ You act like we never tell each other everything!” His voice boomed making me flinch.

“ That’s the thing! I can’t fall in love with my best friend!” I yelled back tears falling down freely, my face became red from embarrassment. Kevin looked down his face matching hers.

“ I know you don’t-“ 

“I do, though.” Then there was silence as I looked him dead in the eyes. It felt like a dreamlike, this whole situation was merely a figment of my imagination as it’s been in the past. 

“ Y/N…. I’m bisexual.” He sighed, his eyes watering. I took some steps to be face to face with him touching his face in awe. 

“But-“ I suddenly feel out of breath. I racked my brain at the many times Kevin missed Joaquin and his past flings.

“ I never told anyone… because I was never sure... My first crush was a boy and well, I never understood the whole labels of gay or bi or pan..” I intensely watched as he also racked his brain to explain his feelings and thought that he stored away, “ I put my dad through hell when I came out as gay and know that I know I’m bi… he’s gonna hate me and you! I was scared to lose you!” I proclaimed almost begging. I smiled at him taking his hands in mine.

“ Neither will your dad or meleave you.” It seemed to comfort him enough that he sighed in relief. But I would be lying if I didn’t say this whole argument and emotional connection brought my raging hormones to an all-time high. I went in to hug him and he wrapped his buff arms around also. 

“ So… we’re gonna ignore how you confess you loved me.” Kevin teased which made me hide my face like a five-year-old.

“ It's not my fault your extremely hot Kevin!” I squealed as I pulled away from him. He chuckled and threw me on the bed, making me squeal and bounce slightly. We both lay there on his bed, staring at each other with silly grins on our face. 

“ I love you.” He said

“ I love you too.” I chirped, the butterflies rumbling in me again. His eyes seemed to wander down to the outfit I still had on that almost caused a nip slip right in front of him. I blushed madly and instantly shot up to cover myself. His knees dipped the bed behind me, his hands caressing the back of my neck as they ghosted on the black spaghetti strap of the lace bodysuit. My eyes closing in anticipation waiting for his hands to touch more of me. His hand, bringing my hair to onside as he lowered his face to my neck, his hot breath tickling it. 

“ You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to do this…” his lips feathering against my pressure point practically making me shake. Bravery seemed to seep into my blood as my hand came up to pull one strap of my shoulder and followed to the other. Kevin watched, in his head, taking notes. I turned on my knees seeing him face to face. 

“ It’s my first time with a girl…” he gulped feeling ashamed. I smiled and caressed his face and pulled it away to pull my arms off the strap and pull the lace down around my waist exposing myself to him. He gulped his eyes glued to my chest, and something in both of us snapped. Call it frustration or hormonal overload, but we both felt it. Our lips clashing his big hands cupping my face with full force. He held on as if his life depended on it, my sighs and whimpers spilling out as his forceful touch sent electricity through my body and core. Kevin shoved his hand around my neck, squeezing as he watched with hooded eyes my reaction. I moaned loudly, “ Kev, please.” With one shove, I was on my back, pillows under me as Kevin crawled off me and placed himself between my thighs. I leaned up watching as he pulled his sweater and button-down shirt with full force and down cupping my chest. A cry fell through my lips as I stared at Kev in disbelief. His strong and soft hands vigorously palming and pulling making my eyes roll back and backache. For his first time with a girl he sure knew what to do.

“ Tell me if I’m hurting you.” He suddenly worried at my constant whimpers. I shuddered when he stopped.

“ Kevin harder…. Please, it doesn’t hurt, I promise just… touch me.” I cried in frustration pulling on his shoulder to meet his hots lips again. His left arm skimming the side of my body to my hip, leaving goosebumps along the way. A deep groan left him as my hips bucked up towards his trousers, only making me do it again and again. Kevin pulled away eyes closed with his mouth a gap as I watched his reaction as we grinded hard and fast. I knew this would legit push him to the edge, but I couldn’t stop.

“ Ah-” His voice cracked as he fisted my hips to a halt as he felt that familiar knot grow. 

He glared at me as I playfully smirked up hands running up and down his abs. 

“ You almost made me-” He panted in anger, I eagerly shook my hips away but it was no use. “ I’m in charge, not you.” He growled. I cocked my eyebrow as leaned back into the pillows.

“ C’mon Kevin, you know you like it when I edge you on,” I whispered innocently with my lower lip between my teeth as I touched my boobs. He groaned and melted at the sight, his fist ripping my belt and jeans off so quickly it scared me. I went ahead and wrapped my hands around his belt and jeans also pulling them down as we both panted in anticipation. I always saw the imprint of his dick, but I always assumed he was average, but was I wrong. Kevin tsked me when I went to the waistband of his boxers. “ Pleasee.” I begged my mouth watering. “ We waited this long, let me apologize.” He said as he nuzzled his nose onto my cheek and felt his hand lower to my olive-colored thong. 

“ Fuck,” I whispered as my eyes fell shut, he seemed to freeze up because he didn’t move. I opened my eyes and saw them slightly unsure. 

“ Hey, let me help you.” He nodded as he stared at my covered core. I took his wrist and guided it to the puddle that formed in my thong, biting my lip to hold back a sound. “ Now… p-put force with the pad on your fing-” A moan cut me off as he rubbed his pointer and middle finger. “ Shit… baby faster.” I hated and loved to be teased, but Kevins soft and rough movements were exhilarating. “ Like this?” He asked, looking at my blissful face. My hips bucked up towards his fingers, rocking back and forth. As he took that as a yes, he pulled down the only barrier between her and him. Frustrated, I took his fingers and spread my legs wider so his finger landed on the place I needed him the most. “ Rub it pleases,” I begged mercilessly, almost in tears from all the soft teasing. Kevin saw her distraught face and instantly did as told, almost moaning himself. She was hot, sticky and extremely wet. The soft nub her rubbed causing Y/N to fall back and become putty in his hands. He realized this was her spot, the spot he could use to his advantage. His fingers trying to mimic the number of movements he learned from straight porn. 

“ Fuck-fuck shit Kev-” I cried watching as his fingers pressed down and went side to side on my clit almost convulsively good. Kevin rested his forehead against hers watching her eyes wide and mouth wide. “You’re so beautiful… only I make you this wild, right?” I nodded viciously staring into his soft eyes as I held my legs apart felling myself about to cum. A cry of his name signaled Kevin to stop. Anger poured in as he pulled away to look for a condom. 

“ You fucker.” I growled in annoyance, I heard him chuckle as he looked through his drawer, “ Oh, it’s not funny.” I shot up and walked towards him right as he was going to turn around I push him up against the wall getting on my knees.

“ Wait-” Kevin began, but I cut him off as I shoved his boxers down and shoving his pink tip into my drooling mouth. Kevin hissed and clawed at my scalp, eyes wide as I took him in and out and fingers probing in and out of his butt. “ Shit… fuck…. Don’t stop.” he growled as his hips began to thrust into my hot warm mouth. 

Kevin was on cloud 9 watching as her small mouth took him so well. Joaquin could never take him fully and this was life-changing. My core dripped down my thigh as I looked up to see him fully vulnerable, abdomen clenched, his eyes closed and mouth open. I pulled away with a plop and got up turning around, heading towards the door to the bathroom. 

“ What the fuck-” He cried, I turned around innocently.

“ What?” I batted my eyes. His strong arms pulled me back and onto the bed where he pinned me down, his strong thighs pushing my legs apart. His mouth, biting and nipping down my neck, my nipples, and stomach. I watched contently as he tried to wrap the condom around himself. 

“ I’m on birth control Kevin.” I sighed knocking the condom off his hands and taking his red/pink dick towards my entrance.

“ But-”

“ It’s fine, I want to feel all of you.” With that, he thrust in easily into my dripping core.

“ Fuck!” We cried as we held on to each other, eyes shut. Kevin never felt this before the hot wet and clenching feeling around him. He could cum just with that. And he wasn’t lying about that as he shook from holding on. I wiggled my hips so he could move, with that he moved out and in slowly his pelvic bone rubbing my clit. “ Ah! Harder… faster” I pleaded scratching his back. Kevin didn’t think straight before going faster and pounding more than ever. His huge member burying deep into the g-spot that wasn’t hit in years. 

“ Fuck yeah…” Kevin muttered and panted as he wrapped his hand around her neck. Her face contoured into pure bliss. His pupils were blown as he saw her weak and vulnerable under his touch. Her hair spread around her pink cheeks. His mind seemed to only be there, present, as he pushed and buried into her feeling this new adrenaline to sex he never felt before when he slept with men. Her legs wrapped around him, her hands all over him and eager to have anything else push her over the edge. God fucking damn how he wanted to frame this mental picture of her.

“ Oh...shit… Kev... I’m going to…” I pried at his chest and my legs around his torso tightening. Kev growled and dropped his head into her chest as her walls twitched in anticipation around him. My hand instantly ran in between our bodies to rub insanely fast to come undone. 

“ Ah fuck” Kev yelled as he grounded his hip a few times before I came around him, legs twitching, nails scratching, head back moaning and screaming. He followed along coming undone in me. We both lay there breathing heavily, eyes closed. 

As we peeled off each other we stared at each other followed by giggles.

“ Well,does that mean we can finally not be angry at each other?” Kevin asked teasingly. I chuckled softly and pulled the blankets around us.

“ Hmm, maybe I’ll sleep on it,” I mumbled as I cuddled close to his warm body. He instantly engulfed me in his arms and stroked my hair kissing it softly.

“ I love you.”

“ I love you more… Goodnight.” I yawned. 

[incorrigible-rapscallion]

SERIAL KILLER’S GUIDE TO MEN AND MANSLAUGHTER -- Script (pgs. 14-23)

pgs. 1-2; 3-7; 7-14

INT. HARRIET'S ENTRYWAY/KITCHEN - EVENING

David clumsily enters, loaded down by the many groceries and items that he picked up while running errands. Achilles holds a bundle of flowers in his mouth.

Aunt Harriet is readying herself to leave in the entryway, but stops to coo over Achilles and the bouquet.

               AUNT HARRIET    Franny always knows just what I'll like. We'll have to thank her at the town hall tonight.

David moves stiffly into the kitchen, setting down a bag of produce that tumbles out onto the counter and floor.

David shuts his eyes then grips his hair with one hand and makes a fist with the other. The sound of the produce hitting the floor echoes and the ambient noises of the house amplify.

Achilles licks David's clenched hand, allowing it to open up and intentionally stop the reverberating sounds.

Harriet presses her hand between David's shoulder blades. David jumps and flinches away in response.

David makes a repetitive movement with his now-free hands, takes a measured breath, then scruffs Achilles' head. He nods towards Harriet, but avoids eye contact.

               AUNT HARRIET    Perhaps it's best if we stay in tonight. There isn't anything that I don't already know about on the agenda.

               DAVID    Don't worry about me. I just got overloaded. There was more social interaction today than I had expected. I should've known better.

               AUNT HARRIET    No, I should've known better. That was too much to ask of you so soon. I just didn't want to get in the way of you reacquainting yourself with everyone.

David meets Harriet's eyes and responds to her genuine tone with a chagrined expression.

David picks up the fallen produce and begins putting the groceries away.

Harriet exits back into the entryway.

               DAVID    Now that you mention it, I met a Sheriff Hannah Livingston at the park. She says that she is a friend of yours, but you've never mentioned her before.

               AUNT HARRIET (O.S.)    Am I suddenly required to report on every happening in Pleasant Grove when I write each month? I only have so much parchment to dedicate to the daily scandals of our beloved hamlet.        (poking her head in)    Tell me, how are your friends doing?

               DAVID    Achilles is fine, as you can see.

               AUNT HARRIET (O.S.)    A man shouldn't have a dog as the sole source of his social life.

               DAVID    I've been doing just fine so far. I don't plan on changing any time soon.

               AUNT HARRIET (O.S.)    Then why did you come here, if not to find change?

               DAVID    I'm not having this discussion with you right now, not if you want me to go to the town hall tonight.

Harriet enters the kitchen with an opera coat and purse.

               AUNT HARRIET    If that's the case, we should get going if we want the best seats.

David gapes at her then sighs in acceptance.

INT. TOWN HALL - NIGHT

David, Achilles, and Harriet enter a quaint auditorium.

It is styled like a WPA-built theater from the 1930s but shows signs of modern refurbishment.

TOWNSPEOPLE mill about, chatting and grabbing snacks at a RHS-manned table near the auditorium's entrance.

Harriet goes straight to front row and makes a scene out of draping her coat and purse to "claim" a set of seats.

David follows at a slower pace, wide-eyed and stoic.

BEATRICE LANCASTER, late 60s with retired Prom Queen-looks, stops mid-lecture with The RHS ladies on the stage to watch Harriet's display.

               BEATRICE    Harriet, dear, I'm surprised you were able to make it. Last I heard, you were organizing a protest against the city council elections.

               AUNT HARRIET    The protest was ages ago, keep up. Whatever little birdie you have whispering in your ear obviously hasn't been honest with you.

               BEATRICE    I make a point to only concern myself with truly pressing matters.

               AUNT HARRIET    Like what color the streamers will be for this year's Lollapalooza?

               BEATRICE    At least I know that we'll have streamers this year.

               SHERIFF LIVINGSTON (O.S.)        (through PA system)    If everyone will take their seats, I'd like to get started.

Livingston stands at a podium and patiently waits for the Townspeople's collective attention.

Harriet and Beatrice glare at each other as they sink into their respective chairs simultaneously. David passes in front of Harriet to take his seat, which breaks their showdown.

               SHERIFF LIVINGSTON (CONT’D)        (through PA system)    Thank you all for joining us tonight. We have some exciting things on the agenda, like the Christmas in July and Lollapalooza celebrations hosted by our own Red Hat Society chapter. Let's give a round of applause for these hard-working ladies up here with me.

Townspeople applaud. Harriet gives a cursory clap.

David doesn't clap, but takes out his notebook instead. He begins jotting down observations about The RHS and the city council on stage.

               SHERIFF LIVINGSTON (CONT’D)        (through PA system)    Before we get to that, let me just go over our "house rules." Please save your personal questions and feedback for when we open the floor to public comments. We also ask that you keep any side conversations to a minimum--as we want every one to be able to hear what the city council has to say about upcoming projects.

Townspeople murmur while Livingston speaks, but settle into silence at the end of her address.

                SHERIFF LIVINGSTON (CONT’D)        (through PA system)    Without further ado, let's welcome Beatrice Lancaster from The Red Hat Society to the podium.

Beatrice steps up to Livingston and "air kisses" each of her cheeks as a greeting. Harriet scoffs and speaks to David in an exaggerated whisper:

               AUNT HARRIET    I once organized a charity event with Streisand, so I know all too well how backstabbers operate. And Beatrice "Queen Mother" Lancaster puts even the slimiest ones to shame.

David jerks away from his note-taking when Harriet invokes Beatrice's name. He peruses the Townspeople behind them absentmindedly. David speaks in a normal tone, which earns nasty glances from Beatrice during her own speech:

               DAVID    I believe I ran into her husband today. When I was picking up your hamburger at The Wright Place....

David locks eyes with none other than Thomas, who is seated in a chair adjacent to their spot.

The Townspeople and ambient noises of the room fall away, leaving only the sound of David's escalating breath and knuckles popping as he clenches his hand on his knee.

Thomas gives David a grin and a wink. David stops breathing.

Achilles licks at David's clenched hand. The sudden sound and motion of the action brings the room back into focus.

David unclenches, makes a repetitive hand movement, then scruffs Achilles' head.

               AUNT HARRIET    Gah! That's why you were having a fit earlier. The Lancasters are both arrogant in their ignorance. Most upsetting. Any time spent in the near proximity of either of them would be enough to send a homicidal maniac running to the hills.

David stiffens and flips back to his notebook entry reading: "Mr. Wright--Serial Killer." He firmly shuts the book then stuffs it between his upper leg and the chair.

               DAVID    There was actually something I wanted to talk to you about earlier, before my episode. You know how I am with my "intuition."

               AUNT HARRIET    Yes, of course. That's what makes your writing so engaging and original. You are able to "concisely connect readers to the nuanced behavior and idiosyncrasies of your characters"... at least, that's what the New York Times had to say about The Turn of the Shrew....                DAVID    No, I mean my every day "intuition." The thing that makes me read other people like characters in my books.

               AUNT HARRIET    Stop being cryptic; it's unbecoming and the suspense is killing me.

               DAVID    Let's say, hypothetically speaking, that I was able to intuit someone I met today was a criminal. Or, at least, someone capable of committing a crime.

               AUNT HARRIET    We are all capable of committing crimes, mon cher. What makes this hypothetical person any different?                DAVID    I think that they have already committed the crime before. Many times.

               AUNT HARRIET    It sounds as though there is a reason that they haven't been caught yet then, since you were able to hypothetically intuit them out and about in our hallowed town.

               DAVID    That's the thing. Is there a moral obligation for me to turn in someone who is a potential criminal based only on my instincts and intuition?

               AUNT HARRIET    Has your intuition ever been wrong before?...

               AUNT HARRIET & DAVID    No.

               AUNT HARRIET    Then the moral obligation rests exclusively on your shoulders. You and I are the only ones who know of this hypothetical situation, thus, we are the only ones who know of any potential criminality from this equally hypothetical person.

               DAVID    That did nothing to answer my question.

               AUNT HARRIET    If you want to talk to someone about the everyday practice of moral philosophy, then you should find a friend. Preferably, one that speaks.

Beatrice finishes her speech at the podium and glares again at Harriet as she takes her seat. Harriet smiles cheekily.

               AUNT HARRIET (CONT’D)    While we are on this topic of personal growth and change, I have arranged a little soiree for you tomorrow night.

               DAVID    Soiree?

               AUNT HARRIET    Blind date. Think of it as an opportunity to make a friend that will discuss morality with you.

               IRATE MAN (O.S.)    Excuse me, what is being done by the Pleasant Grove police department to investigate the missing persons cases all over the county?

Livingston is back at the podium. The IRATE MAN, mid-50s and fox-like, stands at the rear of the auditorium.

               SHERIFF LIVINGSTON        (through PA system)    Sir, at this time, I ask that you save your questions for when we open the floor to public comments.

               IRATE MAN    I asked a simple question. What is being done by your police department to investigate the slew of missing persons in this area?

As the Irate Man speaks, David opens up his notebook again and records the man's interaction with keen interest.

               SHERIFF LIVINGSTON        (through PA system)    Once again, I will be happy to answer your question, sir, when we open the floor to public comments.

               IRATE MAN    So you are declining to comment at this time.

               SHERIFF LIVINGSTON        (through PA system)    Not at all. Please respect our house rules by reserving your question for public comments. We have just a few more things to discuss before we can turn the microphone over to you.

               IRATE MAN    As you can tell, Ms. Livingston, I do not need the aid of a microphone.

Livingston steps away from the podium and PA system.

               SHERIFF LIVINGSTON    Neither do I, sir. At this time, my department is doing everything we can to investigate the missing persons cases not just here in Pleasant Grove, but around the entire county. When we have more information we can disclose to the public, we will be sure to let all the proper news outlets know.

               IRATE MAN    There. Was that so hard?

The Irate Man sits down, amid alarmed murmurs from the Townspeople. Livingston straightens her belt and stands back at the podium.

               SHERIFF LIVINGSTON        (through PA system)    Now, I'd like to welcome our fire chief, Brian O'Henry, to give us all some safety tips for wilderness survival and wildfire prevention this summer.

BRIAN O'HENRY takes the podium. He is rugged in both his appearance and attitude.

               BRIAN O'HENRY    Hello, Pleasant Grove. The biggest take away I want you to have tonight is to keep a clear head when you are faced with a situation that you are not sure about what to do--

David closes his notebook again and turns to Harriet.

INTER-CUT BETWEEN O'HENRY SPEECH AND CONVERSATION:

               DAVID    This blind date, I take it that skiving out would be a great disservice to your esteemed reputation here in the community?

               AUNT HARRIET    My reputation is ironclad, so nothing you could do would upset my public goodwill. "Skiving out," as you indelicately put it, would only look poorly on you and your conscience.

               BRIAN O'HENRY    Our air quality right now is at a low risk for wildfires, but we do have an electrical storm heading our way in the next couple of days, so practice good judgment when--

               DAVID    More so than my struggling moral compass about turning in a hypothetical criminal to the proper authorities?

               AUNT HARRIET    Morality is dull when compared to the prospect of meeting a potential life-long partner.

               DAVID    I do believe that your romantic inclinations are beginning to show.

               AUNT HARRIET    Perish the thought!

               BRIAN O'HENRY    --Above all, stay safe out there.

INT. TOWN HALL - END OF MEETING - NIGHT

David and Achilles stand at the auditorium entrance.

Harriet "holds court" with a group of Townspeople. The Townspeople laugh with her in earnest. A WOMAN IN YELLOW passes the group and inserts herself into the conversation.

               AUNT HARRIET    Franny, darling, you are looking radiant as ever. I must thank you for the elegant bouquet my dear nephew, David-the-author, picked up today.

David checks his watch and locks eyes with Achilles.

               DAVID        (to Achilles)    Alright, she thanked Franny. Surely that means we can go now.

Thomas passes in front of David and Achilles.

Thomas raises an eyebrow and winks. David's breath hitches.

Thomas leaves through the entrance and David stares after.

[faintblueivy]

Number 15 for Karmanani please! (I can just see Karma talking about a hell exchange program lol); tho no 27 is honestly *very* tempting for Manami:) Thanks!

AAAAAAH! KARMANAMI! Thank you for the prompt Lo! Hope you like this, i think this is going to be a two shot fanfic.😂

Prompt: 1.    “If my day gets any worse, I’m askinghell if they’re having an exchange program.”

Prompt: 2.    “I am one of the few people in theworld who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.” 

Chapter 2

Somewhere Close

Chapter 1: When bad day ends with a Smile

Manami yawns. She hasbeen preparing reports and observations since morning. Her fingers felt stuckand her head ached. She pulled her glasses off her face and rubbed her eyes.Cleaning them carefully, she put them on again.

Three more reports towrite.

The moment her fingershovered over the keys of laptop again, her phone rang. The screen displayedKarma-kun in bold letters. Her fingers involuntarily grabbed the cell phone andswiped against the screen to accept it.

“Hello! Karma-kun?”

“Yo. Okuda-san.” Theweariness in his voice was visible even over the phone. She could even imaginehim rubbing the bridge of his nose and temple in irritation.

“Yes, Karma-kun. Areyou alright?”

A short laugh reachesher ears and then he says, “Never mind me. But are you free tonight?”

I need someone to talk. Was left unsaid. But thankfully for him, shestill heard it.

She looked at thefiles and folders strewn across her table.

Three more reports,right? She should to be able to finish them if she skips her breaks and workshalf hour extra.

“Yes I am.”

“Great! I’ll come topick you up, kay? When should I come?” Maybe it’s just her assumption but hesounds a little glad.

“Can you come at6:45?” she finds her lips curling into a smile. His excitement is a littlecontagious.

“Okay! I’ll be there!”A second later karma hangs up.

…

When her work is done,it’s almost 6:50. She pulls her stuff up and races down the stairs, only to bemet with the sight of him leaning against his car, blazer gone and sleevesrolled up to his elbows. His careful hairstyle had become slightly messier. He helda coffee in his hands and his golden eyes were focused on the road.

Knowing him, it was anact. To let the females on this side gushing over him, that he was notinterested. Manami almost exits the lab when a hand falls over her shoulder.Her head swivels and she comes face to face with her senior – Hijikata-san.

“Okuda-san? Are youdone for today?” the older woman smiles.

“Yes Mam.”

“That’s great to know!Normally, we’d have to drag you out of the lab to send you home.” She laughsand Manami smiles awkwardly, shifting on her foot repeatedly, wanting to getout of here as soon as possible.

Maybe the womannotices her discomfort and gasps, “Oh my god! He’s here! Isn’t he?” then pokingher head out from her side she sees Karma.

“Shoo! Girl. Go!” Anda second later Manami finds herself out of the labs.

s when Karmanotices her and his nonchalant expression transforms into a big grin and Manamifinds herself returning it as well.  

“I’m sorry! I expectedto finish up a little earlier.” Manami says as she hands her bag to him whichhe throws on the back seat carefully.

“No big deal! I’m justhappy to see you here, honestly.”

As Manami laughs wholeheartedly at his response he looks comically offended, “Hey! I missed you, youknow.”

“Seven days, karma-kun.We just met a week ago!” she shakes her head in amusement at his antics.

“But I still missedyou, even though you didn’t.” he pouts like a petulant child.

“Well, I never saidthat I didn’t miss you.” She tells him smiling softly.

“I know.” He grins.

…

When they reach theirfavourite restaurant, it is packed full. The place was not actually huge orhigh class but the food was delicious and staff was welcoming. The environmentwas cosy and friendly. Manami sincerely loved it here.

They’re led to their tablewhich was thankfully empty by their normal server. Jin-kun was bright andbrilliant child but with poor background and in need of money. To Karma, hereminded much of Isogai, who currently has been doing well. Both of them alwaysmade sure to leave a little extra sum to help him, even though it was little.

“So, the usual?” heasks with a big smile, one hand holding the notepad and other ready with a pen.

“Yes.” They nod inresponse to his query.

And he bounds off tothe kitchens for getting their orders prepared.

“So,” she leans a bitforward to brush off some of his red locks out of his eyes out of instinct. Hiseyes were beautiful and she didn’t like it when she couldn’t see them. Though,he looked a little surprised at her actions and she suddenly gets flustered andpulls her hand back.

“I-I mean how was yourday?”

“Bad.” He replies inone word but Manami does not ask any more questions because she knows that hewon’t talk in public.

“What about yours?”

“It was good! But I’mjust sort of nervous.” She doesn’t understand but somehow words flow out of hermouth when she’s with him. She knows that she is a far cry from the sociallyawkward child she was once but with Karma – it was different.

“Nervous?” he looks ather with his brows raised and suddenly blinks, “Oh yeah! Tomorrow the firstresults of pre-clinic test of Rh slither blood would be coming up, right? Youmentioned it earlier. Takebayashi’s been dealing with it, right?”

“Yes, I’m just worriedabout what if it fails? All of our work would-”

“Okuda-san.” Hedoesn’t let her continue. The sensation of his warm and large hand over her ownsends a tingle down her spine, “you put your day and nights in it. I knowyou’ve worked hard and thought of it from every possible angle. You’re going tobe fine and it passed the previous tests with flying colours. So, please don’tworry.”

She doesn’t know butwhen karma says things like this – she cannot help but believe him. Hisreassurance always works magic to calm her nerves. So, she gives him a smilewhich he returns.

That’s when their foodarrives. The sight and delicious smell of food reminds them both of how muchhungry they both were. Their stomach growls and they grin and start digginginto their food.

Soon they’re done withit and almost leave the restaurant when suddenly Jin-kun stumbles and falls,spilling all the curry about to be served over Karma’s white dress shirt.Manami gasps. And Jin looks horrified as everyone looks on in apprehension.

“S-sorry!”the boy almost sobs.

A suddensound of snicker reaches their ears as Manami sees a group of boys laughing atthe situation. The boy sitting on the edge of seats pulls his leg inside thebooth grinning at them, saying, “Oops, Sorry! Hahaha!”

That’swhen Manami realises the amount of killing intent that was oozing out of Karma!He helped Jin to his feet and sauntered over the table of those boys. Manamistraightened herself, lest she should’ve to intervene to stop karma fromkilling people.

On the top it, he already had a bad day. Oh no! 

Although,she could see that Karma’s potent blood lust was actually creeping those guysout. Then Karma tilted his head to look at the owner of the restaurant,“Oji-san, you know, there’s a law that says denial of service is completelyacceptable if a customer insults a good employee and crates trouble for someanother valued customer.”

“Is thatso, Akabane-kun? Thank you for informing me. And please, you all may leavebecause we will not be serving you anymore.” The old man states firmly. But theboys try to glare up at him which was responded by Karma’s increased bloodlust.

As theytry to leave, the one who had tripped Jin falls flat on his face and Karmagrins devilishly, “Oops. Sorry.” The boy hastily jumps to his feet and theyimmediately run towards the exit followed by Manami and Karma who had waved offJin’s apology saying that it was not his fault.

Sometimes,Manami feels proud of Karma’s development but never says anything. Pointing itout might upset him.

They enterhis car when she suddenly screams, “Take off your shirt Karma-kun! The currywas scorching hot! You burned yourself!”

Hehesitates for a second but obliges when Manami glares at him, “Now.”

“Okuda-san.”He teases, “Do you understand the implications of me being shirtless with youinside my car?”

“I don’tcare!” she tells him defiantly, her eyes never leaving the red spot of burnedskin on his chest, feeling slightly guilty. Nonetheless, he picks up the blazerfrom the backseat and puts it on his shoulders, hiding the burnt area from hereyes. She speculates that he must have read her.

“We’regoing to my house.” She declares, “And I’m going to patch you up.”

Thankfully,for some reason he doesn’t object.

…

 Butseriously, I swear that if my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having anexchange program.”

A giggle escapes her mouthas she applies a homemade cooling and healing jell on his chest. Only he wouldsay things like this. It’s premium to him alone.

“What happened?”

“Those old tweezers. Whatelse? I swear they’ve lost their minds. They think they’re too wise becausethey’re old and I believe that old age has rotten off their brains. They rejectevery suggestion that the young new comers put to protect their damnedoverblown ego. They have been making me mad lately, especially that old bastardNifuji.”

“Hm, do you want me tothreaten him for you?” Manami asks with a light smirk on her face and amischievous glint in her eyes.

“Oh?” he looks at her ininterest, “Can you do that?”

She grins, “Of course Ican. I’ll say – ‘Nifuji-san. If you annoy Karma-kun one more time, be prepared.I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave noforensic evidence behind.” 

Karma laugh heartily, “Iwon’t argue with that! So, Okuda-san, I’m counting on you to save me, okay?”

Manami nods, a light smileon her face, glad that she could help Karma, in her own little way. Becauseseeing him genuinely laugh is one of the most beautiful sight on earth for herand she will not deny the warmth that spreads through her chest essentiallywhen she is the reason behind it.

So? Did you all like it? @ionica01  I really hope that you liked it, Lo! and I’m sorry it took so long but the next chapter is done as well which is related to your other prompt. I’ll be posting it soon!

Don’t forget to tell me your thoughts!

[writing-in-riverdale]

the list | short series

a rosie original story

written by: rosie and kelly

a/n: i’ve been working on this project for almost two months now and im so excited to finally share this with you all. special shout out to my amazing friend kell aka @sweetwater-cheryl for all the support and for helpin me bring this idea to life with all the behind the scenes stuff you do! please comment if you’d like me continue this series!!

plot: following a small town girl on a journey through letter form as she attends riverdale high the summer after one of riverdale own sophomores commits suicide, leaving behind a list of rhs finest and the events leading up to the teens demise. will guilt eat them alive? find out by reading the list inspired by riverdale and 13RW.🎤💰🔪🎸✨🍒📄💔

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y/n’s pov

it was just another friday night in the life of a teenager living in riverdale.

the almighty bulldogs had defeated the away team in over time and lead into their victory by our river vixens. the crowd went wild as the crowd scattered across the field.

so, we celebrated the only way we knew how, pop’s.

it had begun as a ritual between me and my best friend, cheryl bombshell blossom.

we’d spilt a milkshake and i’d get a burger, despite cheryl’s constant disproving tuts and glares as pop set down the greasy burger overflowing with fries.

she’d roll her eyes and sip her milkshake as she lectured me about how the beef would go straight to my ass. i’d just smile with ketchup stuck on the corner of my smile.

but tonight it wasn’t just me my burger and my best friend it was filled with all of riverdale high students, all basking in the glory of beating our stupid preppy enemies.

bringing me to where I am now, squeezed into our infamous booth with my 5 best friends.

the fiery river vixen captain cheryl blossom, super smart and kind even though she doesn’t let anyone see that side of her. she was the HBIC and everyone either feared her or wanted to be her.

the captain of the bulldogs and my second favourite redhead jason blossom, cheryl’s twin brother. he was a total player, when he wasn’t breaking up and making up with polly cooper he was exchanging saliva with half the juniors at the glorious thornhill parties

the raven haired jock that went by the name of mantle the magnificent, reggie mantle. he was a typical tough jock softened to an actual puppy by the likes of me.

the closeted jock moose, between you and him he was a bisexual and hooking up with kevin keller at sweet water river, but if anyone asks he’s dating midge.

and last and definitely least riverdales resident golden boy chuck clayton. jock and coaches son, huge player that doesn’t believe in commitment or morals for that matter.

it was just the six of us -well- seven if you count midge sitting on mosses lap with her tongue down his throat, but I don’t.

the six of us squished into the small booth all picking from each others food as they talk sports and their grand win.

“mantle you were a beast tonight!” chuck leans over me to place a punch in reggies right arm.

he moves his hand to ruffle the jocks hair, resting his arm around my frame.

“I had a lucky charm.” he winks to the group

snaking his hand down to my waist placing a kiss on my forehead, I move closer to him my hands settling on his thigh.

“okay stop you’re being too cute its gross.” moose grimaces which causes everyone to groan.

“coming from the two swapping spit.” I retort swirling my straw in my coke glass, spiked with a little jacks.

midge shifts uncomfortably on her boyfriends lap, her hair falling from her high pony.

“yeah midge, why are you still here?” cheryl pipes up leaning across the booth where the couple resides.

“cheryl.” I warn giving her a glance 

“what?” she snaps back looking from her brother to chuck then over to me.

I sigh shaking my head.

“i’ll just go.” she announces pushing herself past reggie and I to exit the booth, practically sprinting out the front door.

“and the ice queen strikes again.” my boyfriend roars the group falling into laughter besides cheryl of course.

moose stands from the booth and rushes after midge the bell dingy as he departs.

“and then there was five, y/n you still turning down my offer to ride the chuck wagon?”

I roll my eyes, my boyfriend scoffing from beside me.

“in your dreams clayton.” he retorts pulling me closer to him.

I glance over to cheryl as her eyes train on the group a few booths away from ours, I stand quickly and slide between the blossom twins looping my arm in cheryl’s.

“you’re staring.” I state.

“gazing.” she corrects me.

I let my eyes wander over to them, the sad breakfast club as cheryl liked to call them. they were my childhood friends, I guess I outgrew them.

but there they were,

my oldest friend and once my next door neighbour, a jock that was also major eye candy but more baggage than any one could ever managed, archie andrews.

the new raven haired mystery girl, despite being here for at least 4 months everyone still referred to her as the new girl or ‘fresh meat’ as the boys liked to say as the stared at her ass. she was daddy’s little girl, veronica lodge.

the gay best friend, and the only member I seemed to keep in contact with anymore because he’s an actual cinnamon roll and always has the latest gossip, kevin keller. 

then there was the raven haired boy that lived on the southside leather clad of course, granted that he was now a fully fledged biker. he was quite the loner, no self esteem, always wore that stupid hat but i was glad to see he traded it in for a leather jacket. jughead got hot.

the only one missing from the club was the perfect girl next door, sweater wearing, kindest soul to ever be in riverdale, betty cooper.

my mind flashes back to that night and I sigh, guilt creeping in.

I catch cheryl glances at the cold seat in the booth, the teens that vacate it looking tired and glum. I don’t blame them.

“cheryl, don’t.” I warn her trying to pull her gaze

“I can’t help it.” she admits looking down as jughead catches her gaze, I offer a small smile and he just dips his head.

the boys feel our sombre aurora and fall silent.

“everything okay?” jason ask glancing between the two of us.

I open my mouth to respond but cheryl does before I get my first word out.

“we’re going home.”

she grabs my hand and pulls me from the booth.

reggie looks up at me confused, he thought you’d be going home with him tonight, shrugging your shoulder you mouth a ‘sorry.’

you knew he hated sharing you with the red head and it had been a long semester with the constant arguments between your two bestfriends as they claim that it was ‘their day.’

“okay. well, bye.” I smile dipping down and place a soft kiss on reggies lips before cheryl whisks me out of the diner and we begin the walk toward thornhill.

it was pitch black outside only dimly light as the street lights illuminate the side walks, the cool breeze fanning my face.

my phone buzzes, the blue light shining on my face.

Reginald: I miss you already

I smile to myself typing at a reply.

Y/N: I’ve been gone 5 minutes babe, i’ll see you tomorrow.

“who you texting?” cheryl asks cutting the silence with her sharp words.

“reggie, he gets worried when we walk back by ourselves.” 

she rolls her eyes, her head shaking from side to side as she unloops our arms.

“what?” I laugh, “he’s my boyfriend cher he’s allowed to be worried.” 

she continues to ignore me, her pace picking up as she struts forward.

“cheryl!” I call after her.

“what!” she yells back causing me to stop in my tracks.

“what’s gotten into you?” I argue crossing my arms tightly over my chest.

“your always with him even when he’s not here! can’t you just be with me for 10 minutes?”

you sigh kicking the pavement with the bottom of my chucks.

“you’re right, I’m sorry. you have my full attention.” I admit defeat and she huffs.

I roll my eyes and run over to her jumping on her causing her to let out as stiff chuckle before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“here this is all the attention.” I joke clinging to her as I nestle my head into her neck.

“okay, okay, I get it.” she laughs trying to pry me off her.

we both laugh as we loop arms and head up the cobble driveway leading to the iron gates of thornhill.

“are we going inside? cause i’m feeling a little tipsy.” I giggle leaning against the girl.

my phone vibrating once more.

“it wont be the first time my parents have seen you drunk.” she laughs back.

the sound of yelling and the front door slamming shut makes us both jump

I watch as Clifford darts across the courtyard rushing toward the barn.

“maybe I shouldn’t stay-” I add wearily fishing my phone out of my pocket only for cheryl to grab at my wrist.

“its not like its the first time you’ve experienced my family’s drama.” 

I dip my head in guilt reading reggies name across my dimly lit phone, the truth is that you didn’t want to stay and listen to penelope and clifford argue all night.

I wanted to see reggie, not stay trapped in thornhill.

“sorry cher. I can’t, I have to walk my sister to school, mom has to work a double, raincheck?” I smile trying to remove the disappointed expression from the pale girls face.

“I can’t.” 

puzzled i raise my brows, “can’t wait? if you’re busy tomorrow night we could do it another night?” I offer.

she shakes her head removing her arm from mine.

“i should go.” she announces, pivoting and strutting to the large wooden doors to her house and disappearing.

I sigh rocking back on my heels, my buzzed complete diffused. half of me waited for cheryl to open the door back up and call me a bitch and pul me inside but the other half just wanted to walk away, relief in each step.

but I waited, I even sent her a forgiving text, not wanting to leave things on bad accords for the following school day. we could never really stay mad at each other for long.

or at least that’s what I thought.

cheryl: I’m freezing my ass off out here, talk tomorrow? xox

after waiting for a reply that was never going to come I wonder down the drive way and out of the tall iron gates, spilling out onto the quiet street when I spot a familiar raven haired boy.

he was leaning against the hood of his car, a silly smirk etched onto his tan skin as he runs his long fingers through his jet black locks.

“stalker much?” I joke taking small steps over to the boy, my arms wrapped tightly around my body to try and preserve my body heat.

“you didn’t answer my texts.” he defends 

“sorry, I was with cheryl you know how she can be sometimes.” I sigh leaning into his tall frame.

“just cause she’s jealous.” he tuts wrapping his hands around my waist

“oh cause you can talk mantle! what about that time-” he cuts you off when he lifts me up and spins me around.

“put me down mantle!!” I squeal causing him to drop me down burying his face in my chest.

“where were we?” his speech muffled against my uniform.

“you were stalking me..” I drift off.

he pulls away from me before placing a chaste kiss to my forehead, I smile and rest my head on his chest as it rises and falls with each steady breathe.

“I was worried about you pup.” he admits, a smooth hand combing through my hair.

I roll my eyes as he rambles on about how much he hates us walking alone in the dark when the faint sound of sirens fill my ears.

I place my hand over his mouth to try to listen again, nothing.

“its really late we should go” I tell him climbing side of his jeep.

he rushes over to the other side and plugs in his music before he starts up his car peeling away from the park and heading toward home.

the drive was smooth and quiet, james blunt pulsing through his speakers as I glance out the window, soaking in the dimly lit nights sky.

the quiet started to get somewhat overwhelming, and a sense of dread pulsed through my veins. i see the red and blue lights of an ambulance as we approach sweetwater park. 

i think reggie can sense my worry.

“its okay babe, its probably just another minor accident.” he breaths, looking out the rear view mirror.

“yeah its not un-common, this road gets really dewy at night.” i grin back at him, happy at the slight conversation.

the rest of the drive was once again peaceful.

we reach the front of my house and he puts the car into park.

“thanks for getting me home..” i smiled, staring into his big brown eyes.

“anything for you.” he mentions, giving me a hug.

i raise my hand to open the door.

“y/n wait.” reggie announces.

i look over at him and he looks as if he wants to say something.

“is everything okay?” i ask

“i- i just wanted to ask- i mean tell you…” he stutters

“ask me what?” i question, cracking a grin at the stuttering jock.

“i really like- i really love you y/n.” he mentions faintly, almost in a whisper.

butterflies emerge in my stomach. this is the first time a boy has told me that he loved me.

“really?” 

“yeah. really.” he added.

i dip back into the car and place my hand on his cheek, bringing his lips to mine. the kiss was probably the best one i’ve ever had, because it had substance. it had a meaning. a story.

as our lips part, he continues to stare at me. 

“i love you too.” i broke in, causing a smile to spread like wild fire across the boys face. 

with that, i close the door and walk backwards, waving at him as he leaves my driveway.

i stop in the middle of my front yard and laugh. like a child. smiling, feeling pure happiness and euphoria. it was as if all of the problems in the world melted away, leaving me well and truly happy. 

i take a few steps, skip up the stairs and open the front door.

i see my mom.

shes standing by the stairs, clutching her phone looking at me in a sombre state.

“you’re okay.” she whispers, latching onto me tightly.

“yeah i told you where i was.” i say defending myself, she knew that i was out tonight.

she backs away fro the hug, placing her hands on my shoulders.

she was very over dramatic so i didn’t thing it was a big deal.

“y/n, baby..” 

“yes.” i answer in a sarcastic tone, smiling at her.

“cheryl blossom is dead.” she announces.

and just like that, everything came crumbling down again.

[nanyoky]

It has been a week and A HALF and it’s only wednesday i deserve so much food and the drama BETTER BE GOOD this week

of course chic’s not a blossom he’s a whatever-alice’s-maiden-name-is/jones we all know this please let the confrontation be messy with alice and fp PLEASE LORDS OF MELODRAMA

oh my god. as much as i prefer season 1 alice to season 2 alice, this reaction is great. so great. “who’s his dad? who knows! it’s a mystery! highschool was so long ago i don’t even remember everyone i dated! doesn’t matter! no one needs to know who i rode like a pornstar in the back of his pickup after the homecoming game senior year! and no one needs to know i still think about it all the time! especially when he’s talking all sarcastic with his rough hewn charm! It was one time and I definitely don’t have dreams about it ever, okay? IT’S IRRELEVANT BETTY”

oh no you guys i just thought of the fact that alice cooper likely knows where fp’s serpent tattoo is and i don’t and now i’m DISTRAUGHT

okay- like i love it when they remember people i love are friends, but why is kevin sitting in on this register interview?

....i don’t know who this dude is but kevin is excited so i’m excited for him

also why is hal talking like there’s an audience to this interview? i know i bitched about the bad season one dialogue but now it’s just WEIRD

oh noooo.... veronica actually kinda thought her mom let her invite a friend just to be nice and then had to come crashing down to manipulative reality

jughead’s back on his bullshit again *claps hands aggressively in his face* ACTUAL. AT. RISK. KIDS. SUPPORT. THAT. SCHOOL. BEING. SHUT. DOWN. STOP. TRYING. TO. HIJACK. THEIR. LIVES. SO. YOU. CAN. FEEL. MORALLY. SUPERIOR.

god i really want there to be a falling out between jughead and toni where she finally tells him off for acting all martyred when he has essentially been a serpent for a hot five minutes and sees it as a novelty that can excuse his selfish actions when the rest of them live the reality of needing a gang to survive poverty and violence and i want that scene to HURT a lot because we like jughead! we genuinely do! but he’s been such a prime fucking pill this season and he’s not going to learn and grow until he gets hurt a little bit as a direct result of the shit he’s been pulling

um so i was excited that ethel was back..... and then a characterization 180 for zero reason other than they needed someone to throw a milkshake????? why

okay that was dumb but josie’s reaction was great

like- i’m still waiting to figure out how veronica’s long con with her parents is going to shake out. they better give her a great season three subplot to make up for this messy crummy mob malarky

that was a SOLID punch

also YASSS let her snap- give us some indication she’s been holding back and biting her tongue this whole time and now she can’t take it anymore

lol leaning HARD into the crimson peak vibe with that “special tea.” they know what we want.

i. am. so. glad. jughead’s hunger strike is a joke to everyone.

but also lol: jughead: why are you being such a bastard, v? veronica: my parents don’t want me to do the thing but i’m going to do it anyway. jughead: you are my favorite friend and i’ve always supported you.

and he’s back into anti mode because betty is being softcore up for some beronica

and a hard cut to toni killing it for no reason other than that we all forgot the vixens were a thing- and toni is a swell dancer so we’re all glad to see it

THE POMPONS ON HER SNEAKERS??????

“inner circle vixens- you know who you are” PPPFFFTTT

“MANDATORY SLUMBER PARTY” GOD I MISSED YOU HBIC VIXEN CHERYL

“you were only at southside high for like- four days” thank you. and i know jughead is tying it all to growing up in the neighborhood but like- come on. jug. he’s right. you didn’t hang out with toni and sweetpea and fangs and joaquin growing up. you hung out with archie and betty and kevin. you should not be speaking for the former just because you shared a zipcode in the part of your life you won’t even remember as an adult. and if you miss your mom and jellybean so much like- call them?! why are they not brought up more often?!?!?!?!!?!?!?! when am i going to finally see neeve campbell claim her right by combat to divorce skeet ulrich in dramatic fashion when she finds out about his lovechild?????????? she killed him twice in the nineties SHE’S EARNED THIS

HOMO EROTIC BRAID TRAIN

what is cheryl wearing is that a dress? a slip? a nightgown? I DON’T CARE I WANT IT ON MY BODY

also HOLY SHIT DOES SHE HAVE HER “BURN IT TO THE GROUND” DRESS ON DISPLAY ON A DRESSFORM GOD LOVE THAT WOMAN

“wait- is this real or a game?” i stand by the headcanon that not only did joaquin tell the gang about “this is riveting-” but secrets and sins and the whole night so toni like- has tangential second hand knowledge of season 1 cheryl’s bullshit and is trying to reconcile that with the vulnerable but emotionally stunted hottie she’s learned to love

god i’m still FURIOUS that we will never see teen serpents all together i would kill for a flashback of them all hanging out on the night of jughead’s birthday and joaquin bursts through the door at 2am like “I JUST HAD THE WEIRDEST FUCKING NIGHT OF MY LIFE INCLUDING THAT TIME I STUFFED A BODY IN A FREEZER LET ME TELL YOU *EVERYTHING*”

also i just realized toni has primarily male friends so her confusion might be partially due to the fact she’s NEVER BEEN TO A SLEEPOVER?!?!?! she’s just sitting there like “oh shit- ‘i don’t feel safe in my home’ is this a game??? i haven’t seen this in any teen flicks how do you play??? are their pillow fights involved?????”

SHE JUST CALLED HER TT. LIKE JJ. as a messy bitch who loves questionable things in her suburban gothics: FUCK. YES.

there is.... something both HILARIOUSLY implausible, but also HILARIOUSLY realistic about this. “i invited you all here because i fear for my life in my own home.” “omg same let me tell you MY family drama.” sleepovers just be like that.

they just turn in after thiss???? okay THAT i don’t believe. sleepovers are the time for plotting convoluted and dangerous plans to solve your life problems, not vent for 30 seconds and then go to bed

THEY MADE EVERYONE ELSE SLEEP ON THE FLOOR BUT CHERONI IS BATHED IN SEXY RED MOOD LIGHTING I’M CACKLING

i’m trying to picture cheryl announcing the sleeping arrangements and i can’t stop laughing. “as the newest vixen, toni will have the privilege of a mattress. not alone of course. i AM the hostess after all. there is plenty of room.” toni: oh that’s so nice and not weird or suspicious of you cheryl i would love to bone- i mean sleep on the same bed three feet apart from you. everyone else: we’re still here stop being nasty.

cheryl and toni are meant to be because they both don’t remove their makeup before bed like some kind of goblins with naturally perfect skin no matter what hell they put it through

BLOSSOMS! BACK AT IT! THERE’S MY FAM! BRINGIN HOME THE GOLD WITH ATTEMPTED MURDER AND SOME CLAUDIUS/GERTRUDE- I MEAN PENELOPE ACTION

((i can’t tell if this episode is actually better or if i’m just in a better mood tonight. don’t care. having fun.))

molly ringwald!!!! missed you boo

.....who is that boy veronica just snubbed on his cupcake and kiss i only saw the back of his head but i know my TYPE when i see it

“right now i’m only interested in one girl, you.” ethel shifts uncomfortably because no one could resist that gay shit right there no matter how hard we may try

also tho- for the record, i’m with ethel, sexualizing your student body president campaign is tacky and archaic af

oh my god jughead you look like a freshman delivering his first speech at the regional finals

also lol they got like Other Serpents to fill in the club so that it’s not just the snakey core four

AND HE’S BACK USING THE TRIBE FOR HIS OWN NARRATIVE GODDAMMIT JUGHEAD YOU’RE MAKING IT SO HARD TO LIKE YOU RIGHT NOW

KEVIN THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH THIS NONSENSE I THOUGHT YOU AND I AGREED YOU WORK ON JUST BEING YOU FOR AWHILE AND THEN IF JOQUIN COMES BACK THEN YOU HAVE A LOVE INTEREST?!

oh kev i can’t stay mad at you not when you can’t keep a secret to save your goddamn life. sweet bean. precious pea. too good for this world.

oh i like this. i like betty getting FEROCIOUSLY protective of kevin- even though i’m not even entirely sure chic is as dodgy as they’re trying to make us think

ahhh there she is josie- my ambitious girl.

oh my gooooooddddddddddd. serpents why are you listening to jughead- with that edit away from the scene i thought they were gunna let him have it. why do they suddenly think he’s right????? THEY HATED THAT SCHOOL! THEY WERE HAPPY TO GO TO RHS! THIS IS CANON AND IN THE DIALOGUE! I DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS SEASON!

WUT THE FUCK BETTY. i kinda love it tho

oh lordy- heavy handed girl power political twisting- COMPLETE WITH SONG

i mean- i know that ethel has always been a very minor side character, but i’m still disappointed they’re using her for this plot when the last we saw of her in season one was her being very mature and understanding that veronica does not control her parents actions and now she’s the exact opposite with like- no new personal story to back this change up. you either get put on a bus at the end of season one or you stick around long enough to be handed a sloppily put together new personality that no one wants.

JOSIE?! honestly i know i keep saying it but this is so messy what even is this show anymore

((sorry i’m whining again- i really liked the sleepover bring that bit back))

that was a well done breakdown from mendes good job girl that built really nice

also was that a spark of season one hermione i saw???? please?????

“she wears it when she has sex with jughead” oh my. oh dearie me. this is. goodness.

betty you fell into one of the classic blunders- never admit anything you’re accused of until they have proof lol even chic is surprised that worked

alice needs a system reboot at the thought of jughead and betty boning for various reasons- not least of all the generational echo of her life

JUGHEAD AND FP SCENE. these are the only times this season that remind me of my love for that skinny little twerp. their interactions remain golden and heartbreaking and i love themboth to bits.

boys- wake up and smell the custody papers. jellybean aint comin back. good or bad idea. also jug- you’re sixteen? two years you’ll be out of here on a scholarship anyway- stop acting like people don’t move out of small towns anymore

OH GOD THEY’RE GENTLE SNUGGLING HLEP ME just bury me in scenes of these boys bonding over their pigheaded natures

like this annoys me that they’re couching this in archie drinking hiram’s koolaid because “i don’t think jughead’s fighting FOR anything.” is the smartest thing archie’s said all season

archie deserved that now go after jughead, molly ringwald i trust you to dress anyone and everyone down as you see fit

“i’m.... very well acquainted with how alluring the jones men are” yes.... yeeesssss..... yaassssss YASSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“woah- wait-” keep up betty we all knew this from alice and fp’s first interaction in season one

there she goes- puttin it together. “absolutely not” my lumpy ass

“don’t forget what he did.” “i will never forget” ......i’mma confess i honestly forgot about the murder that’s how fucking messy this season has been.

jesus christ this mutual blackmailing but also gaslighting between chic and betty is just nightmarishly stressful 

YASS BACK ON CHERYL BEING THE TRADITIONAL GOTHIC HEROINE OF EVERY MOOR-SET PAPERBACK EVER PRINTED i missed this. i missed the trational gothic heroine trapped in an american/suburban gothic.

*sigh* i’ve spent all season holding out hope- giving varchie the benefit of the doubt that they were both playing close to the chest and pulling long cons on mama and papa lodge, but i don’t know. i think it’s just bad writing now.

yeah hiram like anyone would ever believe that the bulldogs would go to disband a protest of their peers with wire cutters completely of their own volition. NO ONE is going to think the developer who is essentially the only one with a personal stake in the demolition of the school might have twisted their arms. solid plan. no one will suspect you’re pulling the strings of these teens.

god they’re making this so dramatic but i hate this plotline and the lack of consistency with the serpents plot so it’s just laughable

omg omg- can we just forget the unfortunateness of this episode’s plot for jughead and instead get fucking PUMPED to see him try to get votes for student council i am READY FOR THIS TRAINWRECK

lol- if this was anyone but jughead i’d be laughing at him agreeing that she stay in the trailer without consulting- you know- the adult who owns the trailer and is his legal guardian, but this is fp we’re talking about he’s gunna be so stoked. he’s gunna buy like all new pillows and sheets and curtains and like a “welcome home” teddybear and stock the fridge full of healthy things he imagines people like betty eat. like smoothies. fp needs all the strawberry smoothies as jughead’s dowery to seal the deal

MORE MOLLY RINGWALD?! YAYYYY!!!

HOLY SHIT???? i mean- i was all for cheryl being the typical gothic heroine trapped away and called mad once she wised up to her shady family but this is... hmmm. wow. that’s..... a lot. nto sure how i feel about it.

[jouissezduprintemps]

Uninvited

Rating: T Word Count: 1,861 Summary: Ed can’t find Roy, and the colonel doesn’t make his life any easier when he finally does.

Ed crumpled the piece of paper in his pocket, fuming. Of course, that bastard was never where he was supposed to be. All he needed was a signature, one scribble on a dotted line. He had already gone through the trouble of actually writing the letter for him. Dammit, this was supposed to be a quick trip!

The military had placed a hold on his discretionary fund, citing his frequent, large payments to a certain “Rockbell Automail.” The teller at the bank had the audacity to suggest that he was committing fraud. Ed grit his teeth, stopping only because the noise made his skin crawl. All of his funds were frozen; he had twenty cens in his pocket, a stick of gum, and nowhere to stay.

Al was still being repaired back in Risembool; Winry had insisted that Al’s armor needed a thorough cleaning and oiling. Ed hadn’t seen any signs of rust on his brother, but he knew better than to argue. So he’d made the trip back to central all on his own, wishing for company. As soon as he hopped off the train, he ran to Central Command, but the doors to the colonel’s office were locked.

“Sorry, Ed. Not even Lieutenant Hawkeye works late on Fridays.” Maes Hughes had given him a remorseful smile after finding him tugging at the doors. “They’d all had a pretty rough week. Should I give the colonel a call?”

Ed huffed. “No, he probably wouldn’t answer, the lazy son of a bitch.”

Maes chuckled, unable to argue. Calls from work never got answered. “What do you need him for?”

“I need a CO to sign this stupid piece of paper so they’ll give me my money.”

“You know, you could always just leave it with Hawkeye. I’m sure she’d be happy to make sure it’s seen to.”

Ed arched his eyebrows. Why hadn’t he thought of that? Of course, the lieutenant was more reliable than her commanding officer. Even if he had given the paper to the colonel, he wouldn’t be surprised if it ended up lost. “Thanks, Hughes!” He had already started running off down the hallway.

“Do you need a place to stay tonight?” Maes called after him, hoping he was still in earshot.

Ed lifted his arm above his head and gave a thumbs-up. Not entirely sure what that meant, Maes set off to find a phone to tell his wife that they would – maybe? – have a guest.

As he walked, Ed attempted to smooth out the creases in his letter, regretting that he had balled it up earlier. He had plans on throwing it at the idiot colonel’s head, but the lieutenant didn’t deserve that. Had he thought about bringing it to her earlier, he probably would have sat down and rewrote the letter in the first place. Well, what was done was done. He paused and held the letter against the wall of the apartment building as he ran his automail forearm over the paper. Satisfied that the paper would at least stay straight, he shuffled down the hallway, reading the numbers on the wall as he went.

He'd never admit it, but he relied heavily on pneumonic devices to remember essential information. Riza Hawkeye. RH. Rhodium, number 45. Weight 102.91. Round it up. Ed stopped in front of apartment 103, mentally double-checking himself. This was it, right? The building only had three floors, so it couldn’t be 450, and 045 didn’t exist. Was it 291? Was he supposed to round that up to 300? Damn it, he knew the connection was weak.

Worst case scenario, he’d be knocking on plenty of doors. He might as well get started. He raised his hand and rapped his knuckles against door 103. Excited barking came from the other side, and Ed breathed a sigh of relief. While he didn’t know if the dog was Black Hayate, its presence increased the odds that he was at the right apartment.

The instant the door opened, Ed fell back against the floor. His arms flew up instinctively to cover his face. “Hayate!” Ed exclaimed, trying to fight off the dog’s loving attack.

A sharp whistle caught the puppy’s attention, and it obediently jumped back off the alchemist. Ed sat up and narrowed his eyes, but the dog just grinned and wagged his tail as he sat in the doorway. He used his hands to push himself back onto his feet before indignantly brushing himself off. “Thanks.”

“Never thought I’d hear that from you, Fullmetal.”

Ed’s head snapped up so quickly that he strained a muscle in his neck. There he was, that smug jackass. Colonel Roy Mustang stood in the doorway, barefoot and clad only in a pair of loosely-tied, grey sweatpants. He was too focused on pulling a dog treat from the jar beside the door to notice the death-stare Ed had pinned him with. Hayate jumped up and put his paws against the colonel’s thigh, barking excitedly. Roy handed the puppy his biscuit and scratched his head; Ed knew that the lieutenant would never reward that type of behavior. The lieutenant…

Before he could stop himself, Ed blurted “What the fuck are you doing?”

Roy couldn’t hide his surprise at the outburst. “What does it look like I’m doing?” he retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. Damn, all he did was give the dog a bone. Riza would be pissed that he rewarded him for jumping on Ed, but, come on, it was the runt.

Ed stammered, not sure what to say. It wasn’t one of his finer moments when he extended his arm and pointed at his commanding officer. “You don’t live here!”

Roy blinked, arching his eyebrows. No shit, he didn’t live here. His townhouse was on the other side of the city, much closer to Central Command. Ed knew that. “No, I don’t…” Roy stated the obvious, trying to figure out why the kid looked so damned angry.

“Where’s the lieutenant?!”

Oh, so that was it. The colonel bit back a snicker and fought to keep his amusement hidden. Of course. Ed was attached to Riza since they’d met. It made sense that the boys would look to her as a maternal figure. But Roy Mustang wasn’t too big a person not to screw around because of that. He made a show of looking over his shoulder and into the apartment before declaring “She’s busy.”

Ed bristled. The lieutenant was too smart to let herself get mixed up with the colonel. Wasn’t she? She was smart, caring, beautiful, straightforward, and gentle. The colonel was just… the colonel. As he thought, Ed glared at Roy, the gears clearly turning in his head.

Roy let him stew for a minute before asking “Did you need something, Fullmetal?”

Ed sapped back to reality. “I want to see her.”

After glancing at the clock on the wall, Roy shook his head. “It’s ten o’clock on a Friday night, Elric. Not exactly the time for a social call.”

“You’re right.” Ed’s admission took Roy aback. Without skipping a beat, the kid continued, “I’ll leave when you do. We don’t want to be rude.”

“Just go home, Fullmetal.”

“No.”

Roy couldn’t believe the balls on this runt! If anyone else had said that, he would have assumed they were joking. “What the hell do you mean ‘no?’”

“I mean what I said, jackass. And would you put on a damned shirt?!”

Astounded at the insubordination, Roy grabbed the doorknob and quickly shut the front door. His progress was impeded when Ed stuck his automail foot in the way. “Oh, for the love of…” He opened the door again. “What do you want?”

Ed had had enough. He forced himself through the doorway, past Roy and into the small living room. Discarded boxes of Xingese food sat on the coffee table.

Roy gaped at the pipsqueak. “You can’t just-”

“Hey, Lieutenant Hawkeye!” Ed called into the apartment, ignoring Roy completely. “Some asshole broke into your apartment!”

“You realize… you just…” Roy spoke to himself, astounded at Ed’s complete lack of situational awareness. It was a miracle that someone hadn’t killed him yet.

Riza quickly appeared in the doorway to her bedroom. She had wrapped herself tightly in a bathrobe, her hair dripping onto the absorbent material. In her right hand, she held a pistol. She faltered when she made eye-contact with a very surprised Edward Elric. “Ed?” She turned the safety back on and put her pistol on top of her dresser. She pulled the collar of her robe closer together as she asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I… uh?”

“Is everything alright?” Riza asked, genuinely concerned. When he didn’t respond, she looked over his shoulder at Roy, who had turned his back on them, his shoulders shaking as he laughed silently into his hand.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” Ed looked down and away, suddenly fascinated by the pattern on her decorative rug. “Are you?”

“Am I…?” Riza repeated, quickly understanding the situation. “Colonel,” she snapped, earning his immediate attention. “I think your shirt’s probably dry by now, don’t you? Why don’t you go get it?”

Roy knew better than to argue. “Right, okay.” He coughed nervously before walking out into the hall, completely forgetting to put on shoes before heading to the laundry room.

Riza sat down on her couch and motioned for Ed to do the same. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her tone far less accusatory than Roy’s had been.

“I need the colonel to sign this,” Ed admitted, handing her the letter. Riza scanned it, getting the gist of his situation. “Lieutenant?” he asked hesitantly. “You… the colonel…?” He didn’t know how to word what he wanted to know.

“He came over for dinner and spilled his takeout down the front of his shirt,” Riza explained in a matter-of-fact tone. “What did he tell you?”

“Well, nothing, really. I just…”

“Listen, Edward. It’s very sweet that you’re so protective of me, but sometimes you have to trust that I can handle myself.” Riza reached out and gave his hand a squeeze. “There’s nothing wrong with the colonel having dinner and watching a movie here, just like there’s nothing wrong with me inviting Lieutenant Havoc over.”

“So… you’re not…”

“There’s nothing at all for you to worry about,” she reassured him. “I trust my comrades. At the end of the day, they’re your comrades, too.”

Ed made a face but didn’t protest.

“And, besides, you know I’d shoot any of them if I thought I was in danger.”

At that, Ed cracked a smile. “Yeah, I know.”

Riza patted his hand affectionately. “Sweet boy.” She stood up and walked back into her bedroom, turning back once she thought of something. “Edward?”

“Yes?”

“Let the colonel back in before you go. He left his wallet and shoes.”

Ed grinned deviously. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll bring them to him.”

“Edward-”

“No trouble at all, lieutenant! I’ll see you on Monday!” Ed called behind him as he snatched Roy’s things, running out the door. When the door clicked shut, Riza sighed. So much for finishing her shower…

[garden-of-succulents]

I was trying to put some of Bitty’s tweets in order for a small screencap but then it just turned out to be easier??? to format the entire month of March 2016??? IDEK a little bit of computer code is a dangerous thing to know

ANYWAY. As available here, except in chronological order, here are Bitty’s most recently-released tweets:

1  @omgcheckplease:  I refuse to talk about politics, but I literally let out a sigh of relief when coach told me who he voted for. <3 THANKS, POP!

2  @omgcheckplease:  Personally? I'd teach the finer workings of Samwell hockey anywhere but on that upholstered cesspool we call a couch, but I trust Lardo.

3  @omgcheckplease:  Lardo: And if someone's late you just write it down. If someone doesn't show let RH know. Ford: RH. RansomHolster. Got it. Lardo: 'swawes.

4  @omgcheckplease:  Ford: Right. I get that it's positive? But why do you guys say 'swawesome? Me: You'll find something weirder to worry about soon enough.

5  @omgcheckplease:  Nursey: Hey, Las Vegas is playing Providence tonight. Dex: Uh oh. Jack versus Parse. Dex: I'm obvs rooting for Jack but that should be good.

6  @omgcheckplease:  I shouldn't be thinking about jam this much, but here I am. Thank my wonderful aunt.

7  @omgcheckplease:  NHL players like pie--but also mason jars filled w/ jam prepared according to an old family & aunt-perfected recipe. (A lil' bird told me.)

8  @omgcheckplease:   But when your friend asks you to make a batch, does he mean enough for his team? Does that include the coaching staff?

9  @omgcheckplease:  Whew! Now I can hit the hay. #PVDFalconers!

10  @omgcheckplease:  What Ransom &I Talk About: - Hockey / The underclassmen - Life plans - Music - Dating and significant others. - Alexei Mashkov's instagram

11  @omgcheckplease:  Tango: I had a date to homecoming my senior year, but before that I was homecoming alone. Nursey: PFFFFFT. Dex: Jesus, Tango. Chowder:...OH

12  @omgcheckplease:  Picked up my phone to capture that poor child Tango's words in tweet form.

13  @omgcheckplease:  The #GoPVDFalconers appreciate their fans; I appreciate the #GoPVDFalconers; I therefore appreciate all Falconers fans!! <3

14  @omgcheckplease:  I'm nervous because I'm always nervous before hockey...but I've never seen Ransom and Holster so jittery.

15  @omgcheckplease:  But for good reason. #ECACHockey QTR Finals, here we come.

16  @omgcheckplease:  I'm excited for my day or three of visiting a special someone (<3), but I need to give this team 100% of my focus. #SamwellMensHockey

17  @omgcheckplease:  #GotYourBack

18  @omgcheckplease:  Tough loss. Thank you to everyone who made it out. #samwellhockey #ECACHockey

19  @omgcheckplease:  It's good to have someone who understands and can talk you through a loss, get you grounded for the next game. <3

20  @omgcheckplease:  Getting pump up texts from former teammates is one thing; getting texts from pros with no Samwell affiliation is another! #GoPVDFalconers

21  @omgcheckplease:  Y'all've seen Tater's instagram--I'm still not sure what all those parenthesis are supposed to mean???

22  @omgcheckplease:  Hey, y'all. Thanks so much to everyone who supported us this season! All the love in the stands and around campus means everything. <3

23  @omgcheckplease:  I'm so thankful for our seniors--our captains & our team manager--for giving us 110% of themselves. They exemplify the team motto. <3

24  @omgcheckplease:  Lots of love for Samwell hockey these last few days. Going to spend the break focusing on this team and our seniors especially.

25  @omgcheckplease:  Oh, my heart "hi b! hearing news..........(((" "thank u for jam! so good)))"

26  @omgcheckplease:  Doing some spring cleaning before I go and watch some games hosted by the national professional ice hockey league.

27  @omgcheckplease:  That Lardo and Ransom are finally organizing themselves for their birthdays their *senior* year is somehow appropriate. It's gonna be big.

28  @omgcheckplease:  I'm not even going to pretend that I retained MAX 5% of the French I learned. Y'all everyone has their talents; language is not mine.

29  @omgcheckplease:  Like, I remember some phrases & can read and understand more than I can speak? But If I had to call an ambulance in Marseille, I'd perish.

30  @omgcheckplease:  A beautiful language! I wish I were better! Oh and the pronunciation I learned is all jumbled up with Quebecois in my fool mind.

31  @omgcheckplease:  Why is it that I'm not at the Haus when the legendary Shitty Knight is back in town wreaking havoc in Samwell, MA?

32  @omgcheckplease:  oh smh group text is

33  @omgcheckplease:  Shitty: everyone knock on all the wood around you but can we give it up for JLZ & the Falcs Shitty: summer vacay we're smashed in Welltown

34  @omgcheckplease:  Lardo: I need to beat Alexei Mashkov at beer pong.

35  @omgcheckplease:  Jack: haha he's serious about that. Lardo: then why has it taken so long Lardo: time and place Shitty: yessss that's my girl

36  @omgcheckplease:  Tater is literally twice the mass of Larissa Duan.

37  @omgcheckplease:  Anyway! Back to (#) (◡‿◡) (!)

38  @omgcheckplease:  Ransom has his computer and Lardo is writing lists. They're up to something.

39  @omgcheckplease:  Nursey just texted me that he really needs "baked goods" this afternoon. I wonder why he's having a bad day?

40  @omgcheckplease:  Well! I'll be cooking for most of the day anyway! Because y'all? Jam is in **demand**

41  @omgcheckplease:  WHEW. There's something comforting about a warm kitchen full of mason jars.

42  @omgcheckplease:  The situation: A friend of a friend got hold of my aunt's jam, & now a good portion of a pro. hockey team is on a jam (or pie) waitlist.

43  @omgcheckplease:  He's got more important things to focus on at the moment, but a member of that team should be by this week to pick up the goods!

44  @omgcheckplease:  I'm being *so* vague. Y'all'll *never* guess which former Samwell hockey captain and #GoPVDFalconers star will be dropping by for jam.

45  @omgcheckplease:   And I really don't mind! I should be doing my reading for Alice, but she's getting jars too. Y'all, what's spring break FOR?

46  @omgcheckplease:  Dex just showed up, saw the chaos, and dropped his backpack in the corner. Dex: Need help? Me: Bless your heart.

47  @omgcheckplease:  Only on very rare occasions do I use that phrase with good will and a positive intent. <3 These frogs.

48  @omgcheckplease:  Nursey: He only wants your dibs. Dex: (1) Bitty's not graduating. (2) You know that people are capable of doing things for others, right?

49  @omgcheckplease:   Nursey: He only wants your jam. Dex: Dex: Bitty I wasn't going to say anything but it's my mom's birthday next week and

50  @omgcheckplease:  She's up to something.

51  @omgcheckplease:  This t-shirt might smell like cherries for the rest of its existence.

52  @omgcheckplease:  All these girls out here with majors like "engineering", "art", "cs", & "poli sci". I'm literally trying to graduate by writing a pie essay.

53  @omgcheckplease:   *A very lengthy pie essay. Unfurling the shifting roles of baked goods in specific historic eras is copious research.

54  @omgcheckplease:  Coach: How's school? Me: My GPA's at [OMITTED], meeting w/ my American Studies adviser on my thesis Coach: History? Me: Me: Pie history.

55  @omgcheckplease:  Holster: what ever happened to the better bitty's butt thing or whatever? Ransom: oh the bureau? i'm not saying we achieved goals but.

56  @omgcheckplease:  *Ahem* Though not much has changed I feel more confident in my assets. It was about bettering the bitty and not the booty all along.

57  @omgcheckplease:  Aw, well Ford sent out a lovely email to the boys. She's getting good practice in.

58  @omgcheckplease:   By lovely I mean a detailed schedule of dates for spring semester conditioning, but you get me.

59  @omgcheckplease:  I've been so focused on the making of pies & jam that I haven't noticed the STORM on the horizon. Hurricane Lardo&Rans are up to something.

60  @omgcheckplease:  They're not trying to hide anything from me, but this might have to do with the kegster they're planning. Or Lardo's birthday?

61  @omgcheckplease:  Or Rans'--their bdays are so close together. I gotta tie ribbons on a few dozen mason jars, I'll report when Holster spills the beans.

62  @omgcheckplease:  I ALMOST JUST DROPPED A JAR OF JAM.

63  @omgcheckplease:  Y'all the #EasterKegHunt, the Sunday kegster, and the birthdays are *all ONE THING*

64  @omgcheckplease:  =Group Text= Me: When were y'all going to tell me about this GIANT KEGSTER? Rans: I think we did. Lardo: p sure we did Dex: yuuuup

65  @omgcheckplease:  Chowder: u guys order the kegs in the kitchen! Holster: Bitty, kinda late, but you've been in a weird jam headspace for the last few days.

66  @omgcheckplease:  Okay, Nursey and Dex are downstairs and are going to help me out. I'm so confused.

67  @omgcheckplease:  I guess...I did make a lot of jam. It all happened so fast. These can all fit in Jack's car, right? He'd make two trips.

68  @omgcheckplease:  I'm going to bake a pie to recalibrate.

69  @omgcheckplease:  Jack: How much is there? Me: A few jars! Holster: Jack, we have the highest jam per capita in the state of Massachusetts.

70  @omgcheckplease:  Jack: It can't fit in one car? Please send a picture. Lardo: lol bring a friend Lardo:....bring tater

71  @omgcheckplease:  I've stepped out the Haus and can see the volume of jam I produced. I should have stuck to the rivers and lakes that I was used to.

72  @omgcheckplease:  New Falconers faceoffs for your AM viewing.

73  @omgcheckplease:  =On Shorts= Whiskey: Yeah. They don't look good on the average man. Tango: My legs get so hot. Whiskey: Well. Golf & basketball shorts.

74  @omgcheckplease:  Whiskey: swim trunks. I guess athletics shorts are fine. Tango: Mosquito bites when you're wearing jeans. Can never really get 'em.

75  @omgcheckplease:  Tango: when it comes to clothes, I just wear whatever and go. Whiskey: I'm taking the last pie slice.

76  @omgcheckplease:  I have no idea why I love these tadpoles so much, but I do.

77  @omgcheckplease:  Waking up to the sound of wheelbarrows and dollies thumping around downstairs. It's #KeagsterSunday.

78  @omgcheckplease:  Ah! Guess who's here and brought a friend!

79  @omgcheckplease:  Jack just sighed and looked at me. "Hey, Happy Easter. What's the jam situation?" Good morning to you too.

80  @omgcheckplease:  He actually said hi though. I'm paraphrasing. He's absolutely not ready though.

81  @omgcheckplease:  Tater: Hey, Zimmboni this not bad for uni party hauses, you know? Clean floor... Tater: [points] Wow curtain!

82  @omgcheckplease:  The Swallow moves fast, but these hockey players and these mason jars should be out of here soon.

83  @omgcheckplease:  But of course Alexei Mashkov wants a TOUR. "College! Yeah, show me everything!"

84  @omgcheckplease:  Whiskey and Tango looking very nice in suits. Jack: Hey [picks up box of jam] Whiskey: do you need help with that we can if you do but yeah

85  @omgcheckplease:  Tango:...Is Jack Zimmermann stealing Bitty's jam?

86  @omgcheckplease:  = Group Text = Nursey: whens the easter keg hunt Lardo: later Jack: hey y'all! You should drop by before Jack and Tater head out!

87  @omgcheckplease:  = Group Text = Jack: i'm on Jack's phone. Dex: The y'all sorta tipped it off.

88  @omgcheckplease:  Me: So that was *my* room, and this used to be Jack's, and down the hall are the stairs to the attic. Me: Oh hi Rans. Rans: .............T-

89  @omgcheckplease:   I think he just woke up.

90  @omgcheckplease:  Okay, we're all done here! I was about to put on a brunch for our lovely guests but *somebody* said quote: "Bits, you really don't have to."

91  @omgcheckplease:  Well, I was just *trying* to say goodbye to these young men when the door to the backyard opened. It was Lardo.

92  @omgcheckplease:  Lardo: Alexei Mashkov. Tater: [turns around slowly] Tater: ... Tater: Lardo.

93  @omgcheckplease:  Well, I'm starting brunch while Tater and Lardo sort all this out. Please don't get beer all over my clean floors.

94  @omgcheckplease:   *lunch with brunch food. Drat, it's too late for a ham. Well, we can only do our best, can't we?

95  @omgcheckplease:  Jack: where's Rans? Holster: Hiding. Holster: Didn't you guys say you were heading out like two hours ago? Jack: Yes.

96  @omgcheckplease:  I have no idea how many rounds they've played but Tater is shouting "best 7! best 7!" This food is gonna get cold.

97  @omgcheckplease:  Jack keeps asking Lardo and Tater if they want food. Instead, a shout--"Tango, bring me a plate. With food ON IT."

98  @omgcheckplease:  From the hallway. "WHAT! NO! No no no! No way!!! Best NINE!!!!!!"

99  @omgcheckplease:  Rans & Lardo made an event for a #KeagsterSunday Pre-game Kegster Hunt and and wellies are...beginning to show up. Um?

100  @omgcheckplease:  For the record, Tater's playing with water. Lardo's playing with who knows what.

101  @omgcheckplease:  Jack: Ok. Let's head out. Tater: Hey, it's fine! I mean, i'm doing better with crowd.

102  @omgcheckplease:  All right, Jack's cutting things short. ("COME ON, ZIMMERMANN!" "ZIMMBONI IT'S TIE!!!!" "No. You guys can have a rematch later.")

103  @omgcheckplease:   He's serious...

104  @omgcheckplease:  Jack went up to the attic to wish his our captain a happy birthday...And they're off. Lardo and Tater are...friends? Colleagues?

105  @omgcheckplease:  Oh my goodness. Whenever we decide to name a kegster, something strange is bound to happen. #KeagsterSunday

106  @omgcheckplease:  You're not doing college right if you're not finding easter eggs filled with miniature liquor in your backyard.

107  @omgcheckplease:  And yes, they do make mini kegs. The frolicking!

108  @omgcheckplease:  Ransom: Do you think Tater and Jack will come back? Holster: Um. Holster: Sure, bud.

109  @omgcheckplease:  The Group Text Shitty: what the fucking heck is going on in Samwell, Massachusetts.

110  @omgcheckplease:   Lardo: i was so close shits

111  @omgcheckplease:  Whiskey: It's cool how Jack just drops by whenever. That's alumni relations! Tango: ....Huh...Isn't it because he's--OW.

112  @omgcheckplease:  Dex just smacked Tango in the back of the head. It could have been a dance move. It's a kegster, who knows.

113  @omgcheckplease:  Tango: ow.........OHh! He wasn't stealing the jam! Haha, wow, I'm glad.

114  @omgcheckplease:   Ohhh, *his friend and our captain!

115  @omgcheckplease:  New conditioning sched: afternoon practice and afternoon classes mean late night baking and bad habits.

116  @omgcheckplease:  There are times when I thrive rising early? (Esp. when it means trying out new things for breakfast.) But other times...well!

117  @omgcheckplease:  Despite my team being creatures of habit, we're also college students / love sleeping in. Not natural early birds (well, most of us)!

118  @omgcheckplease:  Not sure if y'all remember, but I used to Tweet about Shitty busting in on Jack quite a bit. Those were mornings! Classic #SamwellMensHockey

119  @omgcheckplease:  Big game for the Falconers tonight...#GoPVDFalconers!

120  @omgcheckplease:  Nervous for hockey. The Falc have been looking so strong this season. Let's go, boys! #GoPVDFalconers

121  @omgcheckplease:  Chowder: !!! Is that Shitty and Lardo on the jumbotron??? Chowder: Oh, it's not. Well, I still like those people!

122  @omgcheckplease:  Pie's in the kitchen, we're in the den, laptops and textbooks and pies and hockey. Good vibes from here to Providence. #SamwellMensHockey

123  @omgcheckplease:  (I have a reading response due in two hours that I should have done over spring break, but c'est la vie. (I remember French!))

124  @omgcheckplease:  During commercial breaks, I'm wondering how this TV has managed to survive so many kegsters, even if it's been carefully stowed away.

125  @omgcheckplease:   If you remember, Shitty had his door kicked in one year--nothing's safe. But THE GAME.

126  @omgcheckplease:  Ugh.

127  @omgcheckplease:  They had a good screen on Snowy; he didn't even see the puck.

128  @omgcheckplease:  By the way, watching anything with Holster means you're watching something with Holster. "These announcers are Schooner announcers, geez."

129  @omgcheckplease:  "I'm telling you, the do more close-ups on Jack than anyone else."

130  @omgcheckplease:  "Hey, Rans, it's Tater, the love of your life. For the record, I think Alexei Mashkov thinks my name is Randy and Ransom's name is Adam."

131  @omgcheckplease:  "Their power play is killer. OH, Shitty just texted everyone that they're DEFINITELY doing more close ups on Jack. How's that not creepy?!"

132  @omgcheckplease:  1-1 !!!!!!!!!

133  @omgcheckplease:  Me: POOTS!!!!! Dex: They don't actually call him that, right? Dex: At least Jack wouldn't-- Dex: I called a guy Shitty for an entire year.

134  @omgcheckplease:  Nursey: Kent Parson's been in like 3 commercials since we turned this on.

135  @omgcheckplease:   We're all confused by this. Uncanny on a number of levels.

136  @omgcheckplease:  Down. Come on, y'all.

137  @omgcheckplease:  When it comes to my peach pies, Ransom in part

138  @omgcheckplease:  YES

139  @omgcheckplease:  Never check on a pie during play because you'll miss your FRIEND SCORING!!!!!!!

140  @omgcheckplease:  I need to see that replay 20 more times, so someone better post that online in the next 60 seconds, thanks. #GoPVDFalconers

141  @omgcheckplease:  Half of Samwell men's hockey is in the den about to watch this last period of the #GoPVDFalconers game.

142  @omgcheckplease:  No shade to Seattle, but they HAVE to lose. (Even though I think #16 for the Schooners is getting a jar of vanilla bean plum from me?)

143  @omgcheckplease:  (I have no idea. A Falc owed one gentleman who was roommates w/ another player--I just gave it all to Jack and try not to think about it)

144  @omgcheckplease:  Schooners power play. Lord.

145  @omgcheckplease:  Come on. I swear this team does better when their backs are to the wall.

146  @omgcheckplease:  PLEASE

147  @omgcheckplease:  Lardo' s stress snapchats are calming in a time like this.

148  @omgcheckplease:  Lord. Another penalty to kill. #GoPVDFalconers

149  @omgcheckplease:  !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES!!!

150  @omgcheckplease:  TATER SHORT-HANDED AAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

151  @omgcheckplease:  Oh my god, I'm crying. They could make it. Oh Lord.

152  @omgcheckplease:  Watching is one hundred times more stressful than being on the ice.

153  @omgcheckplease:  Lord! It's easier to tweet and listen to these boys reactions, haha!

154  @omgcheckplease:  mY HEART.

155  @omgcheckplease:  Half a dozen teams are already guaranteed a spot in the NHL playoffs. The Falconers just joined them #GoPVDFalconers #PVDFalconers #GoFalcs!

156  @omgcheckplease:  = SMH Group Text = Rans: YEAAAAAAAAAAAH Chowder: Jack!!! Dex: CONGRATS, man! Holster: JACK!!! Shitty: WE'RE GETTING DRUNK IN PROVIDENCE

157  @omgcheckplease:  = SMH Group Text = Lardo: you did it you did it you did it you did it you did it you did it you did it you did it you did it you did it you

158  @omgcheckplease:  He'll smile when he can finally check his phone. :)

159  @omgcheckplease:  The little blurb in The Daily on the Falcs!

160  @omgcheckplease:  Dear S.O., Wow! It seems as though one of my favorite vocalists/performers has released a clothing line--and my birthday is upcoming!

[rynne311]

Secret Life

Request: hi! hope you are having a good day! can i please request a jason todd x reader where the reader raises her younger sister and baby brother because her mother is unable to. have a nice night/day! -

Requested by: @shinycashzonkstudent

Word Count: 817

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Part 2

You didn’t like to describe yourself as a secretive person, but life had a way of making you seem that way.  You were partial to the terms private and cautious.  The hand you were dealt had always made sure of it.  New relationship are exciting, especially when life usually made sure that was one experience you rarely got to enjoy.

Jason had taken you on quite a few dates over the past few weeks.  Something between you just clicked in a way you’d never felt before.  You wanted to make sure you didn’t mess this up.  Keeping a huge secret about your life might mess things up, but you were so afraid sharing it too soon would scare him off instead.

As he walked you to the front door of your apartment building, you saw a hopeful gleam in his eye.  You wanted to invite him in, but he really didn’t know what he’d be walking into and that just wouldn’t be fair.  Once you reached the door, he leaned down for a sweet goodnight kiss. “Tonight was great, Y/N,” he said as you broke apart.

“It was,” you agreed.  You glanced up towards your apartment. “I’d invite you up, but I’ve got to relieve the sitter, and I don’t know how the night’s been going up there.”

“Sitter?” he repeated.  You had the growing suspicion you’d just ruined the best thing that had happened to you in a very long time.

You pulled your lips into a tight, thin line, looking bashfully at your feet.  How do you break it to the guy you really like that you can’t just be a normal twenty-something because you’re a big sister turned pseudo-mommy to two great kids? Or that with your salary, cancelling dates is usually because you had to make the call between hiring a babysitter or affording diapers and groceries? It’s a tall order, but you hoped if you came clean, Jason just might stick it out.

“I haven’t been exactly forthcoming,” you stammered. Maybe if you started talking, it would be easier to explain.  You were surprised by the gentle compassion on his face urging you to continue.  “Let me start by saying my mom was a very young mother with me, and my own dad was never in the picture.  When I was in high school, my mom met this guy and got married.  They had my little sister Ellie and my baby brother Andy.

“Not long before Andy was born about 15 months ago, my step-dad was killed in an accident at work.  Then my mom was one of the victims of the Two-Face robbery at Bank of Gotham on First last year, which has left me in charge of a six year old and a one year old.

“I’m sorry I didn’t bring it up sooner, but I didn’t want you to think I expected something of you,” you explained.

Jason pulled you into his chest as soon as he was sure you were finished explaining.  You never expected your sob story to be so well received.

“Hey, it takes more than that to scare me off,” he assuaged your fears.

“How’d I get so lucky to have a guy as great as you in my life?” you mused as Jason took the question to be rhetorical. Before you could even wait for an answer, you reached up on your toes to kiss him in gratitude.

“Well, whenever you feel ready about it, I’d love to meet your siblings.  We’ve all got a past, some have more tragedy than others, but yours made you the person I am quickly falling for,” he assured you with another good night kiss. “I’ll let you get back to them tonight, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

You made your way inside, and while you stood in the elevator up to your floor, your phone buzzed with a new message from Jason.

Okay so I lied, I want to talk to you before tomorrow, but I knew you had to get inside for the babysitter.  I still can’t believe I’m dating someone so loving and kind, but here you are.  Like I said, I’ll wait until you’re ready, but I do want to meet your little brother and sister, so when you are ready for it, I’d love to have you all over to my place and I’ll make you dinner.  I’m not sure what movies or whatever they’d like to watch, but isn’t that what Netflix is for.  Anyway, I really want you to know that I’m sticking around for as long as you’ll have me...your past and your family doesn’t scare me.

You read the message again and again, smile growing across your face each time until the elevator doors opened.  You decided whatever Jason’s past might hold, you were going to be there for him just like he is for you.

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