#Reggie x Fetch

[wiidoodles]

1 E FetchReggie 🥹🥹🥹

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They were arguing exactly 2 seconds ago

[bananakarenina]

Y'ALL. @jmrothwell is on a ROLL

She sent me this moodboard for for love's sake only (aka the regency fake marriage au) and it. Is. AMAZING.

[ellecdc]

i love ur writing sm!! <3 can i request a poly!marauders x reader who has the personality of kat stratford from 10 things i hate about you? reader speaks her (or their!) mind and known as a "bitch" but shes really a softie for the people she cares about. much love♡

Thank you so much, lovie!!! Hope this is what you were looking for 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

poly!marauders x feisty fem!reader

CW: burn/injury (nothing grave), use of Y/N, jokes at the expense of Hufflepuff House (no hate to the house, I too am a Hufflepuff)

By some brilliant stroke of luck, Professor Slughorn was away at some kind of Potioneer's convention in Sweden which left the Gryffindor and Slytherin's 6th and 7th year potion’s classes hosted by a substitute. That substitute happened to be none other than Professor Binns - the horrifyingly boring History of Magic professor. Normally, the presence of the ancient ghostly professor would be mind-numbing, but seeing as he’d just barely gotten today’s instructions up on the board before promptly falling asleep (and James threw a muffliato spell around him to keep it that way), the class was actually quite lively.

“How was I supposed to know we were only meant to add a pinch and not the whole jar?!” Barty Crouch Jr asked you incredulously.

“Uhm, perhaps by reading the sodding instructions!? Circe’s tits; is it Evan’s turn with your shared braincell today?” You spat as you vanished your soiled potion. The sound of an explosion, followed by Evan’s laughing, followed by Regulus hissing “Rosier!” proved you wrong.

“Ah, the braincell eluded both of you today; my mistake.” You muttered as you began your potion from scratch.

“Reggie! Y/N’s being mean to me!” He tattled from across the room.

“It’s not mean if it’s true, babe.” Regulus responded without lifting his head from his own worktable.

“How rude.” Barty whined. 

“You’re starting to sound like a Hufflepuff, Junior.” You taunted as you swatted at his hands that were vying for your potions ingredients.

“How dare you. I have never been so insulted.” He seethed from his place on his stool.

You smirked. “You don’t listen much, do you?”

“Now, maybe that was a little harsh, L/N, comparing him to a Hufflepuff.” Dorcas called over to you from her worktable.

“You’re just as soft as he is, Meadows.” 

“Nobody is safe…” Marlene murmured with a smirk.

Sirius and James’ potion station made a startling pop sound before James hissed in pain. “Fuck!” He gritted through his teeth.

You looked over to find James holding his arm against his chest protectively, Sirius grimacing at the sight, and Remus rolling his eyes because he told those sods to be careful. You immediately abandoned your worktable and a petulant Barty and made your way to the Gryffindor side of the room.

“What happened!?” You cooed as you gently encouraged James’ arm away from his body so you could inspect it.

“I added too much billywig sting. The potion overflowed and got Prongs.” Sirius offered guiltily. You cooed again and gently kissed the space beside the angry looking burn on James’ arm. 

“Barty! Grab me the medikit from the supply cupboard!” You called over your shoulder. 

Your request was met with a scoff. “I’m not one of your trained dogs, L/N. You’ll have to show me at least one tit before I’m at your beck and call.”

He barely had time to duck as you hurled a beaker at him.

“Okay, okay. Salazar’s saggy balls, you’re wicked.” He muttered as he made his way to fetch the medikit.

Remus was planning to let those bell-ends clean this up on their own, but he relented at how sweet you looked as you fussed over James; unable to hide his fond smile as he made his way over to his three lovers from his own workbench he shared with Peter.

“What did I say at the beginning of class?” Remus asked impishly. Sirius seemed to gulp a little before he murmured “to read twice, add once”.

“Mhm, and what did you do?” Remus continued.

Sirius, now growing tired of feeling shamefaced, muttered “obviously not that…” which earned him a pat on the arse from the werewolf.

Barty returned with the medikit and leaned his cheek forward as if waiting for you to press a kiss to it for his assistance. You whacked him in the head with said kit before opening it to find the burn paste and poison neutralizer.

All contempt melted away from your face as you turned your sights from your potions partner to one of your three boyfriends. “It might sting, but I’ll try to be gentle.” You murmured to James as you began to work on his wound.

As Remus peered at the burn, it really didn’t look all that bad – but the way you were treating James made it seem like you thought he was going to lose his arm. Suddenly, Remus saw a small wet mark land on James’ arm from where you were hovering over him.

“Dovey, you don’t have to cry! He’s okay.” He cooed at you as he began rubbing soothing circles onto your back, pressing a conciliatory kiss to your temple.

“M’not crying.” You muttered somewhat petulantly. “The smell of flesh burning off of Jamie’s arm is assaulting my sinuses.”

Sirius officially seemed more distraught that he upset you than he did about burning James.

“Oh, my poor, sweet girl.” Sirius murmured at you as he pulled you away from James’ arm.

“I’m not done, Sirius!” You argued, though you never tried to pull away from Sirius’ grasp.

“Remus will finish up angel, give Sirius hell for me.” James winked at you. You flushed at the attention and hid your face in Sirius’ chest.

“Poor lovey, so worried about her boys, hm?” Sirius cooed into the crown of your head where his lips were pressed. You hummed in the affirmative.

“What the actual fuck?” Barty interrupted the moment as you all turned to take in his astounded face. “You’re holding a Chinese Chomping Cabbage that close to your jugular, Black? Do you have a death wish?”

“No need to be jealous, Junior. Your boyfriend is right over there.” James goaded from his place as Remus finished wrapping up his wound.

Not needing to be told twice, Barty all but skipped across the room to Regulus before he threw himself onto the quiet boy’s lap. Regulus, hardly sparing his boyfriend a glance, stood and dumped the boy off his lap before returning to his stool and carrying on with his potion. 

You could no longer see Barty from your place in Sirius’ chest but based on the vibrations from his torso and the chuckles of your other boyfriends, you were sure he was flat on his ass.

“I hate it here.” He cried.

[jaylienpotter]

Inspired by the July 22nd prompt "Kitchen" from @jegulus-microfic | 1750 words

NSFW, minors dni

TW: explicit sex, oral sex, anal sex, creampie, light spanking, cum play, words daddy/whore/slut, choking, dom x brat

Brownies

"Why are we doing this?" Regulus did not have his boyfriend's patience. He grew up having everything done for him. James, on the other hand, was quite domestic, even though he also came from a rich pureblood family. 

"Because it's fun! And it's good for you to learn how to cook."

"Why? That's what house elves are for." Kreacher did all the cooking back at Grimmauld's Place. Reg never saw any of his parents actually hold a cooking utensil. 

"We don't have one."

"There's spells for that, then. It's a lot faster than cooking ourselves."

"But then it wouldn't be made with love!" Bloody cheesy Potter. The short boy rolled his blue eyes and took the spatula from James, mixing the mixture they (mostly the Gryffindor) had made. "Wait you should do it like-" 

"Are you going to let me cook or not?" He cursed under his breath, the dough getting a little all over the place. 

"Wait, let me help." A tanned hand reached for the spatula and the lovers fought for it. Jamie wanted to help and show how to do it, Reggie was too impatient and didn't want to be told what to do. The result? Chocolate all over Black's shirt. 

His boyfriend took a step back and covered his mouth with a fist, containing his laughter. 

"I hate you." Chuckles echoed in the kitchen as a black top was tossed to the floor. "How the fuck did you get it underneath my shirt?! Bloody prick." There was a drip of chocolate from his chest to the line of his ribs. "Where is my wand?"

That was it. He couldn't hold it back anymore. Loud laughter left the older one, his boyfriend's death stare making the situation even funnier. 

"Don't worry, I'll clean you." He didn't fetch his wand. Nor a cloth. Nor a piece of paper. Instead, he licked him clean. 

"W-what are you doing…?" The stutter was infuriating and he was sure his ears were getting pink. 

"Cleaning." After licking the last drop, he got up smugly. "Done." The pink spread to the pale cheeks, widening the grin on the opposite face. "Liked that, I see?" 

"Shut up."

"Alright." James kissed his boyfriend roughly and intensively, pushing him against the kitchen counter, a high pitch sound escaping the Slytherin's mouth. "Yes, my love?" He shifted his attention to Reg's ears, jaw, and neck. Kissing and licking on the spots he knew made him weak. 

"T-the brownies…"

"We have time. Let me taste you first." Fuck, the voice drop. This man was so sexy it wasn't even funny. 

"James…"

"Already weak for me?" The mood shifted. The submissiveness turned into bratty behaviour. Something Potter absolutely loved to destroy. 

"No."

"No?" Strong hands lifted the pale boy, sitting him on the counter, the Gryffindor standing between his legs. "And now?" 

"N-no. I'm not weak! You're bloody insufferable, Potter."

"Oh yeah?" Spatula in hand, more chocolate flew to Black's chest, which was licked right away. The sharp inhale cued for his boyfriend's mouth to kiss and lick a line all down to his sweatpants, which got pulled down with teeth, along with the black boxers. A semi hard pale cock with a pink tip begged to get attention. 

The brat looked to the side when his boyfriend cooed. He was forced to look into the dark brown eyes, a mischievous glint in them. 

"None of that. You're going to watch me while I eat you. I won't let you cum unless you're looking."

"Just hurry up." He secretly loved this. Wasn't much of a secret since James knew him inside and out. They didn't need to exchange words in order to effectively communicate. 

"You seem to forget who's in charge here. You don't give orders. You shut your pretty mouth unless it's to moan like the slut you are." 

"I obey no one." His neck was grabbed, being shown who the boss was. James pulled Regulus closer by the neck, still choking him. 

"That's what I thought. Stay quiet." He started sucking the pink cock, his hand still around the elegant neck (not as elegant when covered in bruises). When Reg closed his eyes, he got choked harder and looked down to James who was looking him in the eyes, dick in his mouth. His gaze was dominant, ordering to be looked at during the meal. 

The blue eyes softened, Reggie turned submissive, needing to gasp for air. A few deep breaths later his boyfriend picked up the pace, moving his head at the same time. Black tried containing a moan but James's tongue teasing his tip didn't allow it. He groaned loudly and grabbed the black curly locks. It didn't take long for him to orgasm. Potter took all of his cum and swallowed it. 

"Tasty." After licking his lips, he helped his boyfriend get off the counter but blocked him from walking away. "Ah ah. I didn't come yet."

"You know I don't like giving blowjobs…" This wasn't him being bratty, he genuinely didn't like it. He had a terrible gag reflex and all that amount of cum going down his throat at once felt disgusting. 

"I know. Wasn't going to ask you to, love." He kissed Regulus sweetly on the lips, the taste of cum and saliva mixed. He dropped his voice and whispered in his ear "Turn around." 

"No." Potter looked at his face to decipher if he was uncomfortable or just being a brat. The attitude in his posture as well as the raised eyebrow indicated the second one.

"I wasn't asking." Black smiled slightly, the feeling of being forced into submission or of a cat being chased by a dog excited him.

"And I'm not moving." The quidditch captain pushed the seeker against the counter once more, but the Slytherin was able to escape from under his arms (props for being short). The chaser wasn't having it, though. He roughly pulled Regulus and bent him over the counter, holding his arms behind his back. He was faced down, his gasp muffled. 

"You were saying?" He gave his boyfriend some time to answer, in case it was getting too much and he wanted to use a safe word, putting the roleplay to a stop. 

"Fuck you." That earned him a tsk and a grin. 

"That's not very nice, is it? Such a dirty whore. I ought to clean you up, hm?" Spatula in his left hand, the right one holding onto Regulus's arms, Jamie let some more chocolate dough drip on the pale lower back, licking a strand from just above his entrance to the middle lower back. Black whined and moaned, sensitive on the back of his lower half. 

The excess of the dough on the spatula was cleaned on the exposed ass cheeks, an unintentional spank making the boy inhale sharply. 

"You liked that?" Reg didn't need to look at the Gryffindor to know he was smirking. His voice tone said it all. 

"N-no." Just like Jamie didn't need to look at the Slytherin to know he didn't mean that 'no', purposely spanking him this time. He chuckled and made fun of the little sounds his pathetic slut tried to hold back, going at it again, each spank stronger than the last one. 

"Fuck! Screw you! Stop, asshole!" James leaned in closer, whispering sweetly. 

"Colour?"

"Green. Fucking green." He knew his boyfriend would be smug from this but he didn't care. He wanted to be destroyed. And that's exactly what happened. When his cheeks were stained already from the impact, the Gryffindor put the spatula to the side and licked the chocolate off his ass, biting the skin here and there. 

"Just fuck me already!" Voice hoarse from the moans and screams, eyes wet from the few shed tears, Reggie desperately needed to have something inside him (preferably James). 

"Ask nicely."

"James!"

"No, no. What is it that you call me?" He contemplated the answer. Would he give in or be a brat for a little longer? 

"Idiot." The loudest spank yet had the sub's vision foggy with tears. "P-please…"

"Please what?" 

"Fuck me…"

"I'm going to need the full sentence, baby." He whined but submitted, unable to take the teasing any longer. 

"Please daddy, fuck me…"

"That's better." He was softly kissed on the head and exhaled in relief, exhaustion and embarrassment. "Who's daddy's slut?" 

"Me…"

"Can't hear you."

"I'm daddy's slut." Content with the answer, Potter placed his hard cock on Reg's entrance and pushed in, his precum enough to use as a lube. It wasn't much but they liked it that way. Rough and tight. 

"F-fuck!" The sub whined and groaned in pain and pleasure. 

"All good?" 

"Yeah… Just keep going…" James did as told and focused on himself, chasing his own orgasm. Reg had the safe words if he needed them. When he picked up the pace he didn't back down, slamming himself balls deep inside his squirming boyfriend, only stopping when spurts of cum filled the one underneath him. 

When he pulled out and turned his lover around to kiss him, he noticed a frown. 

"What is it kitty?" 

"I want to cum…" Fucking cocky smile. It didn't matter if it meant he could get his second orgasm. 

"Magic word?" It was very tempting to say a random spell but he didn't want to risk getting denied. 

"Please daddy…" He was sat on the counter again (which made him grit his teeth due to the bruising forming on his bottom), legs spread and cock grasped. There wasn't much buildup until the thrusts got fast, since the boy was already very stimulated. It didn't take even two minutes before cum ejected from the pink cock, hitting a pale face and torso, a tanned hand, and a little bit of the bowl with the brownie mixture. Potter, again, licked the sticky white off Black's body, yet held his sticky hand in front of him. 

"Why don't you taste yourself? Hm? See how good of a dessert you are." The Slytherin slowly opened his mouth, where two fingers entered. Jamie was careful to not hit the throat because of the gag reflex. But he still wanted his boyfriend to taste his own cum, have him lick those dirty fingers from his own juice clean. "There you go. Good slut." 

Fingers sucked clean, he replaced them with his lips, deeply kissing his love. "Let's continue baking?" 

"But I got cum in the mix…" James kissed him on the cheek and winked. 

"Extra flavour."

[dvilkings]

just finished the umbrella academy s4... i hate to admit it. but that was probably the worst season out of the 4

spoiler warning

i understand it's been awhile since we've gotten proper endings to shows like this. they've mostly been cancelled, so getting a proper season finale is great, and all... but then you remember that not all stories have happy endings (which is utter bullshit, like this is media and cinema and it's supposed to make us want to escape from reality)

anyways... the season finale of the umbrella academy, worst one yet IMO. it wasn't that it was far fetched - the multiple timelines make sense with everything that the og umbrella academy kids got up to. and it was nice to get an explanation to the jennifer incident and how ben died, but there was nothing else there. there was no explanation to why ben from the sparrow academy was drawing a jennifer in s3. or ben having memories of dying in s1 and s2. there were just a lot of plot holes in this one i'm afraid.

and don't even get me started on the five x lila x diego shit. that was widely unnecessary and just made me feel worse for five who never got even a speck of happiness or peace in the end. there was no other talk about reggie and abigail being aliens, nothing delving deeper into that. nothing about the newish/evolved powers everyone got. nothing about ray just up and leaving?? (assuming its cause the actor didn't want to return/wasn't asked to return, but still more explanation would've been nice).

oh and the whole episode count from a consistent 10 to suddenly 8?? that's bullshit too.

s4 had its moments, made me cry at the finale ofc. but i am not impressed nor am i happy with the amount of plot holes and missing information we'll never know or understand.

[innytoes]

your dark fantasy/fae au is so fucking cool and I’m going to be thinking about it forever now. I just wanted you to know. that’s all, have a wonderful day <33

Hard same, anon! Have some more headcanons.

-Willie has 100% crashed while skateboarding, walked home with an obviously broken arm, and gone about his day because he still had chores and you have to work through the pain that's just what you do, right?

-NO, and Ray spends a very panicked ride to the ER.

-At least Willie is delighted with his cast and the human tradition of your friends writing and drawing on it. Julie draws a little butterfly for him and he's just delighted.

-The boys all sleep in one room in a giant puppy pile. Ray offered them separate beds but they all looked so betrayed he just... made sure they had enough blankets and pillows instead.

-After the bird funeral, Willie is concerned because Ray's garden is not that big and there are a lot of people in this house and apparently death comes for everyone and he is relieved to learn humans have special gardens for human dead people called cemeteries.

The next time they drive past one on their way to Carlos' baseball game, Willie presses his nose to the car window and informs everyone: "There's dead people in there."

It is quiet in the car (Carlos makes sure to note they can put the 'x days since Willie said something weird' back to 0) before Julie is like: you're not wrong?

-Luke is trying desperately to figure out if in The Modern Era he still needs to ask Ray's permission to Court Julie. After doing a lot of research watching the telly-vision, he concludes he does not, he needs to get Flynn's approval because she is The Bestie.

-Flynn is like: to court Julie you must first complete these quests.

-Reggie would put a stop to it but honestly it's keeping Luke out of trouble when he has to write a song, and fetch Flynn seven sodas, and come catch and release the spider in her room (he brings Willie who politely asks the spider to stay on the other side of her window) and perform Feats Of Strength (help Flynn rearrange her furniture).

-Julie finds out and puts a stop to it of course but to be fair she really likes the song and was very flustered at sweaty Luke in his cut-off t-shirt so... she can't be too mad at Flynn.

(More mature and ridiculous headcanons behind the cut.)

-When the equinox approaches, Willie gets a little distressed. Because Ray hasn't done any preparations. Where are the wines and grapes and cured meats? The honey cakes? The pixie pears? Ray who have you invited? What about the music? What about the revelries, Ray? Are you going to get the couches deep cleaned after the orgies or do you have special soft blankets to cover them?

-Ray goes from mildly confused to very distressed, especially when Willie is like: is that not why you have so many couches???

-What follows is a very distressing day for Ray as he tries to figure out if the boys have sexual abuse trauma on top of the whole 'kidnapped by magical beings' and 'hunted for sport' and 'enslaved to perform for the fairy's amusement' trauma.

-They do not, but just to be sure he has a talk with them about consent and safe sex.

-Willie staring at Ray like: "What do you mean protection? Do humans attack each other during sex? Alex, you never told me this." Luke is trying to calm Ray down like: it's okay Alex and Willie can't get pregnant they don't need to pull out unless they want to. Reggie is coming to the frightening realisation that he is the normal one and has to be the mature one. He is also very, very sorry, Ray. There were just... so many orgies. Or maybe just a few long, long orgies. Time was weird. You get kind of desensitised to it all.

-Willie understanding that Consent is like the magic spell that makes sex okay and starts just asking Alex: Consent? And Alex goes 'okay!' and they happily skip off together.

(Julie: I am traumatised. Reggie: Yeah well blame your dad.)

-Not Reggie quietly pining as he sees Julie and Luke get closer and Willie and Alex carefree and in love and he's just over here... trying not to think of exactly what happened at those orgies and how suddenly he's the one left behind and alone.

[asoutherngothic]

Infamous: Second Son Fancast.

Because I'm replaying the game.

Infamous Second Son Fancast!!

Delsin Rowe - D’Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai, couldn't find anyone young enough to protray Delsin, cause there aren't enough Indigenous Actors. I like up and coming actors rather than known, it gives more options and more talent to emerge, But I really like D'Pharaoh.

Reggie Rowe - Martin Sensmeier, Chaske Spencer, or Kiowa Gordon. I'd really say Martin, because his skin tone matches D'Pharaoh. Probably simple minded to think that, lol. (I'm black btw. 1% Indigenous lol). Though I really like Chasake, he got the older brother who's just tired of younger brother vibe. And Kiowa was really good in Dark Winds. (I recommend you to watch, it's a good show).

Betty - Tantoo Cardinal (The only older woman I could find to play Betty...But also because Tantoo is a really great actress).

Brooke Augustine - Sigourney Weaver Or if Male, Anthony Starr. Sigourney is an obvious choice to play strong evil villain lady, but imagine it being Anthony Starr. He creeps me out on The Boys so much, but like...he's also...yeah. But he plays such an evil asshole, that I think he would do good as Augustine. Bruce Augustine...lol.

Henry Daughtry - Oliver Jackson-Cohen. I liked him in The Haunting of Hill House and the other trilogy whatevers lol. If he can pull out a Texan or Southern accent out his ass, he'd be pretty neat. (I'm Southern also btw).

Fetch (Abigail Waller) - Odessa A'zion, honestly couldn't find anyone I liked.

Eugene Sims - Evan Peters, Devon Bosick. I know Evan is tired of playing evil twisted roles. But he made a really good superhero in X-Men. He also gives Introvert nerd that hacks into databases. So does Devon Bosick, I started back reading The 100 fanfictions, and he'd make a good choice.

Shane -Boyd Hollbrook, Anthony Starr, like I said before. Evil. Villainy. He's amazing at it. Also Boyd played a good bad guy on Logan...I love his acting and his face..

I love doing fancast.

[fictionkinfessions]

Hi hello yes it is me I return from the void

I can now say that my system officially has me, three Delsins, a Fetch, and a Reggie.

WHY DO WE HAVE THREE DELSINS. BRAIN. WHAT. WHY

-Eugene Sims fictive

x

[midnightscxre]

@myrwild continued from x

The small wrinkles around the perfect button nose, corners of the lips twisting downwards to probably swallow a couple of harsh, but well deserved, insults coming his way, only made the beauty more fetching to the male. Pearly whites exposed in a wide, playful smile. " Only ' two ' belongs in the fact that am I -- far t ' w ' oo handsome to even be placed on the scale one to ten. " pathetic play of worlds, but Reggie didn't care. He knew his stupidity often comes as charming to the prettier sex. Bored glance over the muscular shoulder at the mentioned blonde with too much make up, lips twisted while eyelids lazily covered half of the eyes. Just when he was about to utter another stupidity, the sound ' ouch ' made an opening he didn't want to miss. " Is that the sound of your heart breaking, baby? "

Smooth baritone came from the handsome devil's lips that were licked by the greedy tongue. No matter the bluntness, egoism, almost rudeness on Reggie's part, the truth was -- the young man missed the fiery brunette dearly. Actually, only thing that got him away from his fancy 44-inch computer monitor was the gossip that his ex is brining her newest eye candy. Blonde in sparkling high heels and more plastic in her than a toy factory has in its toys, was a random pick on tinder. Scanning the room and seeing Alice's date patiently waiting in the line to get the drink, something Reggie would never do and rather hassle his way to the bar quickly, man took a step forward, sapphire blue eyes shamelessly absorbing every curve of the woman's body. " I recall breaking beds was more fun than hearts, don't you? So I guess it was not all that bad between us. . . like you enjoy talking to your little friends nowadays. " Hearing the dirt spreading among campus about him was not surprising, but still, knowing some of it really came form Alice's mouth did stung.

[bonniebird]

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“Maybe we should have gone in. He is practically a ruffian.” Veronica said to Betty. Archie sighed and shifted in his seat behind the wheel of his dad’s truck. Betty didn’t say anything. She was watching you out of the back window. 

Four days prior you’d pulled her to one side and nervously told her you planned to break up with Sweet Pea. You’d said nothing about why or what had made you decide on it. But your mind was set so Betty nodded simply, promised to stay quiet until you told him and offered any help that she could. Which was how she ended up waiting for you in the back of Mr Andrew’s truck in the parking lot outside of Pop’s. She had offered to drive you to Pop’s herself but you had asked if someone else could come in case Sweet Pea was upset. Betty had asked Archie and Archie had spilled the beans to Veronica. Jughead had figured it out on his own from the text you’d sent to Sweet Pea, asking to meet and from the text that Betty sent. He was back home with Fangs, waiting to comfort Sweet Pea.

“I mean. He is part of a gang.” Veronica said.

“Aren’t we all?” Archie said with a slightly confused tone. Veronica sighed and paused, then made a noise as if she’d just realised that he was right. “Yes well… I… we should have gone in.” 

“They’re getting up?” Betty said nervously. Your face was scrunched up and Betty shifted closer to the window in her seat. It was starting to rain and the water slowly trailing down the windows obscured her clear view. They watched as Sweet Pea grabbed at your arm and seemed to try to hurry you back into the booth you had been sitting in. You pulled your hand out of his grip and hurried outside. Sweet Pea’s head fell into his hands as he leant his elbows on the table. Betty took a moment to text Jughead and warn him that Sweet Pea didn’t look good. When you hurried round to the passenger door next to Betty she set her phone down on the middle seat. No one said anything as Archie pulled out of the parking lot and you sat quietly in the back.

“Are you ok?” Betty asked. You didn’t look up but when she reached over to squeeze your hand you squeezed back. “Archie, maybe we should all go back to mine and watch a movie.” 

When the four of you trooped into the Cooper house FP had been watching something with Alice. He gave her a knowing look and muttered something before excusing himself. 

“You know what. I haven’t made dinner yet. I have exactly the right ingredients for that dish you love… you know what I think we also have the stuff for that drink. You know the one Archie?” Alice said quickly. Archie nodded and followed her into the kitchen. Betty knew Alice had the ingredients. She hadn’t wanted Betty to go out so close to dark with what was going on in town but after she explained, Alice suddenly had to run to the store. Betty left you with Veronica who pulled several cupcakes from her purse. Fetching a couple of spare blankets from her closet and her pillow she hurried back downstairs. As she headed into the living room Archie handed out drinks. Alice was in the kitchen with the radio on. 

“Thanks.” You said to Betty as she sat next to you and threw the blanket over you. Veronica tucked herself in on the other side and Archie hurried to set up the film. 

“Dinner will be ready in a little while… why doesn’t (Y/N) stay for the night?” Alice said as she emerged from the kitchen a little while later. Betty nodded and muttered a thank you.

Things remained awkward. Or they got worse. Betty wasn’t sure. You’d been hanging around with Archie and the bulldogs. You would meet with them at Pop’s, spend time helping out behind the bar at La Bonne Nuit and help out at Fred Andrew’s building sites. You stopped hanging around with any of the Serpents all together. Betty only found out that you’d cut them all off when Cheryl confronted her while she was at the store. 

“Cousin. You and I need a tête-à-tête about our mutual traitor.” Cheryl said as she cornered Betty.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Betty said with a sigh as she set her basket down by her feet. Cheryl was blocking the aisle with her wide stance and Betty could tell that she wouldn’t be moving until they had spoken.

“(Y/N). With how much they’ve been hanging around the speakeasy and Reggie. It’s become obvious why they switched sides and abandoned the Serpents.” Cheryl’s tone was light but there was an aggressive edge to it. Betty rolled her eyes.

“(Y/N) and Sweet Pea broke up weeks ago. (Y/N) definitely hasn’t moved on. I don’t even know why they broke up.” Betty insisted. She watched Cheryl’s eyes go wide. Then she smiled deviously.

“You didn’t know? Apparently Sweet Pea is a bad person. He's dangerous because he’s part of a gang who regularly have fights with other gangs., never going to leave Riverdale. They want different things. But I think it’s because someone caught feelings for the bartender at La Bonne Nuit and decided on a less dangerous bad boy.” Cheryl spoke smoothly. Betty was sure if she had your side of the story it would do nothing to sway her opinion. She, and no doubt most of the South Side Serpents, thought the same as her. Cheryl flashed a smile that didn’t meet her eyes, turned on her heels, hair splaying through the air as she did and walked away. 

When Betty arrived at La Bonne Nuit that evening you were at the bar with Reggie. Betty could see the two of you laughing about something as you set empty glasses down on the counter. Reggie was cleaning them and stacking them under the bar. The two of you did look rather comfortable with each other.

“(Y/N). Could I have a word?” Betty asked. You nodded and excused yourself, heading over to Betty. “I know… you don’t want to talk about it but some people have been saying that you dumped Sweet Pea for Reggie and, I want to defend you but I have no idea what happened so…” Betty trailed off and you sighed.

“A few weeks ago some of the Ghoulies came to my house. They trashed my car and my front yard. I got scared and started thinking about all the stuff that’s happened since I started dating Sweet Pea. I like him… more than like him but… I don’t think I want to be in danger all the time. I tried to tell him but he didn’t listen, he just insisted that he and Fangs could look after me no matter what. I tried to explain but he didn’t want to listen.”  You explained quickly. Your voice sounded strained as if you’d been desperate for someone to understand all this time. Betty reached out to grab your hand and squeezed it. 

“Why didn’t you say? Did you get everything fixed up ok?” Betty asked quickly.

“Yeah. The car is still a little dented though. I put up some cameras. I might just move though. I just feel like it’s safer to move on…” You muttered quietly. Betty could see you tearing up and tucked an arm around you. People started to flood down the stairs. Betty spotted Sweet Pea as she hugged you. He stared at the two of you before slinking off the back of the crowd. 

“I think I might just head home.” You mumbled to her, not wanting to get emotional in front of everyone. Betty nodded and walked you to the bar. You paused to say goodbye to Reggie as he handed you your things, which you had stored behind the bar while you helped set up. Betty had left for a moment to explain to Veronica what had happened and update her. As she headed back over to you she saw Sweet Pea staring in your direction. When he started to walk over Veronica headed him off and nodded at Betty. 

“Let’s go. You can help me with my latest mystery.” Betty said enthusiastically. 

You went back to Betty’s for a few hours and looked over her latest mystery. After a while the two of you went off to investigate an old house. Archie met you both there. When something spooked you all away you ran back to the road. For a few minutes you panicked, thinking that you had gotten separated. But then you spotted Betty and Archie up the road and ran over.

“Are you guys ok?” You asked.

“Yeah. Are you? We tried to go back and find you but they were right behind us.” Betty gasped as she caught her breath. 

“Yeah I lost them a little way back. My house is closer so we should head back to mine.” You said quickly. Betty agreed and Archie said that he’d follow you to yours in his car. You headed back, being sure that no one followed either car back. When You reached your house you hopped out of the car and opened the driveway gate so Betty and Archie could pull in. The three of you headed inside and immediately started researching. At around eleven Reggie showed up with boxes of pizza and a few bulldogs. While Archie filled everyone in you sat at the table with Betty, going over print outs of old newspapers. Reggie smiled as he spotted you and came to sit with you.

“Hey. How are things are. You left in a hurry.” Reggie said as he scooted closer, he was smiling at you and giving you a rather dopily love sick look in Betty’s opinion. Betty paused in her note taking and watched the two of you. Reggie hadn’t drawn your attention away from your newspaper clipping fully but he didn’t seem to notice. “Good… got chased but we’re ok now.” You muttered, highlighting something on the paper. Someone thumped on the door and Archie hurried to open it.

“Andrews. I’m looking for (Y/N).” A familiar voice said. This drew your attention away. 

“Look Sweet Pea. We’re busy.” Archie said forcefully.

“I just want to talk.” He said quickly. 

“That’s why you came here with all these Serpents? To talk.” Archie snapped back. Reggie looked over to the door and a few of the bulldogs that had come with him lingered in the hallway. 

“This isn’t any of your business, Andrews.” Sweet Pea snapped irritably. Sweet Pea tried to shove his way inside and you got to your feet, heading to the hall. When Archie shoved Sweet Pea back, they started to tussle and Reggie hurried past. The fight spilled out of the house as the bulldogs joined in with Archie and Reggie. Knowing things would get worse if someone didn’t step in you hurried out to your porch and around the people who were all out brawling now. You saw Reggie fighting Sweet Pea, Archie had been shoved away and was trying to tackle Fangs. You spotted Jughead hurrying towards your house, trying to get the people in the road to stop fighting.

“Stop. STOP!” You shouted as you got between them and shoved them both as you spread your arms to get some distance between the two of them. “Stop it.” You said a little quieter. Sweet Pea was staring down at you. It’s the most the two of you had talked since Pop’s.

“(Y/N)...” Sweet Pea started to say.

“This is the exact kind of thing that I was talking about. Everything just ends up in a fight with you. It’s dangerous. Look at what happened to everyone!” You snapped at him. He followed your gestures and looked around at the people who had stopped fighting. “I’m sick of the people I care about getting hurt. I can’t deal with it anymore.”

Betty was on the porch. She waved to Jughead who nodded. He’d heard what you said and you had a point. Betty had texted him about the incident at your house with the Ghoulies. He wished he had known so he could have been more helpful. Sweet Pea looked hurt, more so when Reggie tried to reach out to you and put a hand on your shoulder.

“You won't even talk to me!” Sweet Pea objected.

“Because you won't listen to me!” You insisted. He sighed and glanced at Fangs who had detangled himself from his fight with Archie and was heading over to Sweet Pea’s side. You stormed up towards your house and Betty followed. You paused to slam the door and headed into the living room. Everyone but Betty had emptied out of the house. By now it was close to one in the morning. When you turned to look at Betty, tears were in your eyes.

“See what I mean! Everything ends up in a fight.” You said tearfully. Betty sighed and hugged you as you burst into tears. 

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and Toni, followed by Cheryl hurried into the house. Betty shook her head at Cheryl who rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I could ask him to not be a Serpent so the only thing I could do was leave! It’s just not safe.” You said through a wobbly voice. Toni glanced at Cheryl whose smug look had slid off her face. Betty was sure they were both convinced you’d been after Reggie. But the looks on their faces now made the look uncertain.

“Wait…? You wanted him to not be a Serpent?” Toni asked with uncertainty. 

“(Y/N)’s house was attacked by Ghoulies. Sweet Pea wouldn’t listen. Didn’t you guys know?” Betty asked. She had said it a little more spitefully than she’d meant. 

“They what! (Y/N) we didn't know.” Toni assured you as she hurried to hug you. You stepped away and frowned at her, then at Cheryl.

“I told Fangs and Sweet Pea. I told Sweet Pea at least three times. You all just assumed that I dumped Sweet Pea for another guy? Not one of you thought I might have a real, actual reason?” You snapped. Toni sighed and glanced at Cheryl.

“We’re sorry (Y/N). We should have known that wasn’t something that you would do.” Toni admitted and smiled at you.

“Reggie definitely has a crush on you though. It’s what threw off everyones suspicions. Right cousin.” Cheryl pipped up. She smiled when you scoffed and looked at Betty who winced.

“He does look at you the same way he does at a milkshake from Pop’s.” Betty joked and you started to laugh through the tears.

“Reggie! Really guys. Reggie is Reggie but Sweet Pea.” You couldn’t help but smile. Toni grinned and Cheryl laughed a little.

“Is tall, bad and handsome.” Cheryl said playfully.

“Look. We’ll talk to Sweet Pea. You broke up with him because you were scared and you didn’t want him to choose you or the Serpents. We’ll get him to take it more seriously.” Toni assured you. 

“Yeah. I’m sure now Jug knows what happened he’ll sit Sweet Pea down and have a talk. I’ll ask my Mom to come by tomorrow and help pick out some security measures until you decide if you want to move or… anything.” Betty assured you. You smiled as the three of them crowded round and hugged you.

“Alright. I’m going to go out there and finish a fight.” Toni said as she stepped away, fixed her hair and jacket then swept her way out of the house with Cheryl behind her. 

“Everything will sort itself out eventually.” Betty assured you. When you went to the window you could see Toni at the very end of your drive. She was jabbing a finger up at a sheepish looking Sweet Pea. Jughead stood next to Toni with his arms crossed looking like he was waiting for a turn to scold him.

“If he’d just taken everything seriously when I told him… I would have…” you trailed off and Betty nodded.

“I know. But maybe now he’ll have a chance to make it up to you? I’ll call my mom to say I’m staying over and I bet she’ll be over tomorrow with breakfast and have some wild story to tell us about FP.” Betty said with a laugh. You nodded and texted Jughead to say that you were locking up but there was a spare key hidden on the porch. 

[wiidoodles]

The OG beloved sheriff, Reggie boy, getting teased by Del about his crush on a certain purple haired conduit maybe 👀👀

Delsin: I know what you are

[followingthecreed-blog]

Delsin Rowe x Reader Headcanons

Delsin Rowe loves to hold your hand. He absolutely loves it. Whether it be a walk down to the end of the boardwalk to see how the moonlight shines over the water while telling jokes, whether it be a quick stop for a slice of pizza after you’ve had a long day at work and he wanted to treat you, or whether it be running away from the police after they’ve caught him doing his latest tag and the thrill of the chase if making you both giggle; he loves to feel your smaller hand laced through his own.

His nonchalant nature can sometimes be the cause of your exasperation. He is marvelously determined but in his determination he places himself in dangerous situations. You understand his desire to help his people completely. What Augustine had done to the Akomish was horrendous. But that did not calm your nerves. Delsin faced the DUP with not only his incredible powers but with his unwavering confidence. You had once seen the fighting take place from a small sandwich shop where you had been eating lunch with a co-worker friend of yours. You will never forget how your heart tightened in your throat as you saw how persistent the DUPs were when trying to shoot down your boyfriend. The bullets flew so close, sometimes even hitting him. You had watched him take the smoke from the destroyed cars to refuel after the battle was done and you could not stop yourself as you ran to reach him.

“Del, are you okay? Are you alright? Are you hurt? Stop smiling, you idiot, and answer me!”

His chuckle was deep as his amusement with how you worried over him grew and he displayed his gorgeous boy-ish smile for you, which you would normally swoon over, but one that was not helping at all.

“Didn’t you see how I took down those DUPs? I’m fine! I’m unstoppable! We own the streets!”

Delsin Rowe always has the best ideas for dates. It was hard for you to try to one up the “power sponge” when he always had the best places to take you.

“Okay, I got this whole thing figured out. We hit the town, then maybe swing by the Space Needle – it’s much nicer now that it isn’t stuck in that DUP web - and then we get some burgers because I’m hungry aaaaand I want a burger.”

He had taken you to the stop of the Space Needle as one of your first dates when your relationship had started and the two of you ate (favorite fast food) while fighting the rough winds and watching the movement of the city down below. Another time some local artists had organized a small concert and Delsin used his abilities to get you both up to the roof of the nearest building, giving the both of you the best advantage point possible and ensuring you both enjoyed the music more than anyone else. Another example would also be the time he covered a section of the brick wall in the park closest to the water in cardboard and didn’t give you any instructions; he just encouraged you to do as you wished with the paint he had gathered. That afternoon had been unforgettable.

He would disagree. He always claimed that your videogame dates and your Netflix binge watching dates were his favorite.

“You’re like Ghost Rider.”

“Because of the hellfire chain?”

“Because of the hellfire chain.”

There are certain paths that you choose to take to work depending on traffic and weather. If you had woken up early that day and the weather permitted it, you often took the scenic route through the market place and the park while other times you took the fastest absolute route (sometimes meaning the days where Delsin decided he wasn’t tired and that the two of you should watch all nine seasons of The Office again). Your Smoketastic Man knew these travel paths and would sometimes leave little tags of adorable little things that would totally make your day while seeing them. To name a few, Delsin had created a small penguin looking up to a balloon that was flying away, he had done a dancing sunflower, sometimes he would leave behind a little inside joke, while one time he had tagged the silhouette of a couple that looked suspiciously like the both of you.

Underneath the sarcastic comments and his layered clothing was a soft heart that truly treasured his relationships; whether it be the one he had with you, his friendship with Fetch and Eugene, the love he had for Betty or the strong bond he shares with his older brother, Reggie. He cares deeply about the people he loves and that has to be one of the traits that you like the most about him.

Delsin Rowe is the world’s biggest show off. There was a point in your relationship where you entertained the idea, only briefly, that he was trying to find the core relays just so that he could show off his new powers to you and Reggie.

“See, I can do this now.” He would say with excited eyes and a matching smile as he looked towards you after he showcased his new ability. “Cool, isn’t it?”

“You’re Mr. Cool now,” you commented which made him clap, startling Reggie who turned to look at his younger brother.

“See? They do call me Mr. Cool.”

One time, while Delsin had gone to get a few groceries that you needed for taco night, curiosity had gotten the better of you. It was a short trip to the bodega below your apartment and Delsin, who had been relaxing in his pajamas like you were doing, decided to just go down in what he was wearing; which meant he left his vest…and his beanie. You just wanted to wear them to see what it was like! That’s all you wanted to do…and so you did…and he walked back inside to find you wearing his clothes. You had been so embarrassed while he found it to be extremely cute. It was one of his favorite memories; your adorable blushing face as you quickly took off his beanie and pretended like nothing had happened. You’re always going to remember his laugh and the “Babe, your fashion sense is amazing.”

He made you call the DUP to report the vandalized billboards for him.

Operator: Hi, you have reached the D.U.P help line, do you have a bio-terrorist incident to report?

You: Oh my God! It’s an extremely handsome bio-terrorist! He’s vandalizing one of your billboards!

Operator: Strange, second time a billboard has been vandalized recently, we are sending D.U.P troops immediately.

You: *hangs up*

Delsin: Extremely handsome, huh?

You: Shut it.

One thing that Delsin loved was how well you got along with Abigail and Eugene. You loved to play videogames with Eugene (he almost fainted when Delsin introduced you to him because he had never expected someone as beautiful as you to know so much about Heaven’s Hellfire like you did; he didn’t mean to stereotype you but he wasn’t the best with people. The two of you got along extremely well afterwards; you understood how it was like to want to flee from reality and enter a world of fantasy) and you absolutely loved going shopping with Abigail. That girl had a great taste in clothing and you both made it a tradition to go shopping frequently, even if it was only to window shop.

Delsin loves your name. He really does think it’s awesome. He had sketched it out for you once in a little piece of paper and gave it to you. He didn’t think anything of it and he didn’t know how much you treasured that little piece of paper.

“My boyfriend is a power sponge, one of his friends can control neon while the other one can control video, and I work in an office.” You said once as you looked out the window and noticed some teens walking around with t-shirts inspired by the beloved conduits.

Reggie, who had been eating a slice of pizza from the box that you had ordered, nodded in understanding. Both of you admired Delsin and the rest of the conduits in your own little ways though you both understood the responsibility that came with those powers.

“You’re in that list too, Reggie. You think I forgot?” You smirked. “I am a bio-terrorist! I eat children! And kittens!”

“…” Reggie held the pizza in front of his face but didn’t take a bite. He looked at it as if he wanted to forget that whole endeavor and like he hated that you brought it up. “I’m eating all of your pizza.”

“You do that and I’m calling the D.U.P.”

You also try to distract Eugene while you are both playing to gain the upper hand because you can hold your own against him but Eugene was a legend.

“Hey, Eugene, did you know that in 1944 in an experiment conducted in Russia, they found that 90% of the people did not agree with the other 10%.”

“You’re not going to distract me.”

Delsin is a casual cuddler (he throws an arm over your shoulder as you’re watching TV) when he is awake but he is a super cuddler (he wraps his arm around you and doesn’t let go) when he is asleep. This is the truth.

Delsin likes to knock on your window at night and ask you to join him on the fire escape. It’s often times like these, when it’s just the two of you enjoying each other’s presence that he really lets you know how he feels and what he thinks. Whether it be his insecurities, his fears, what he feels for you, or just what he wishes to accomplish, he lets you know during times like these. You do the same as well.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“Did you just Han Solo, me, Rowe?”

“Yes.”

[i-like-writing-stuff]

seconds [five hargreeves x reader]

request: Hello, I saw that we could send in requests. I was wondering if u could do a 5 fic (with Same AU about them having worked in commission)Five realizing he has been/is in love with reader and decides to tell them but everything goes sideways. It can be around S2 remembering the times they spent together with the “One could fall in love in seconds” talk that he and Hargreeves had, or them physically older in commission in a case. U decide what goes, there r just ideas incase it was too general ☺️

a/n: sooo i tried my best to follow the request and i hope this turned out alright! it may not be my best work, but i guess i am pretty pleased with the way it turned out?? i suck at angst, btw- i am a sucker for fluff sorry >:(

summary: five realizes it is time to be honest about his feelings... but, it may not be the best time

“So much can change in a matter of seconds.” Reginald said, watching the boy before him carefully, “One could overthrow an empire.” He paused, reading into his next gestures, “One could fall in love.”

Five shifted into his seat, letting the advice sink in. He knew the old man was not that far off, he might have had a point, especially after his last example. I mean, he did fall in love with Y/N in just a matter of seconds the first time he saw her, didn’t he?

It always plays in the back of his head the moment he first laid eyes on you all those years ago on his first day working with the Commission. You had just returned from one of your missions, exhausted and overall a mess, but not once you dared to drop the small reassuring smile on your lips- you didn’t want your co-workers to know what was going on through your soul, you wanted to seem tough. You wanted to show them you still got it at your age.

Even now Five could recall that day perfectly. He was in the Handler’s office, waiting to be assigned his first official task, when you stumbled in, holding a small briefcase which, unbeknownst to him, contained the hand of your unfortunate victim- it was a personal business your boss had sent you on to take care of for her.

“Sorry to barge in like this, but you told me to hurry.” You told the Handler, putting on a small smile as you lifted the briefcase.

“Ah, Y/N!” The Handler grinned, taking a soft drag out of her cigarette, “You’re a doll, did you know that?”

“Well, I’ve been told before.” You answered her proudly, slightly shrugging your shoulders as she motioned you to leave the briefcase by the door.

Not even now he could not understand what was it about you. Maybe it was the way you spoke nonchalantly to the woman with the biggest power in your organization, or maybe the way you had a smile on your face, even if the collar of your white shirt had been stained with specks of blood.

Within a matter of seconds from just seeing you, he forgot he had lived a long life, he felt like a kid again. Your eyes gave away reassurance and life experience- he found them comforting. Spending all that time in solitude, that’s all he wanted to see from a person- comfort.

It was a matter of time until the Handler trusted you to show him around and take him under your wing, trusting you as one of her best agents. For the first few missions, you and Five were partners, you always treated him like an equal, even if you had more experience.

Spending all that time with you, he definitely fell deeper in love. He knew there was no way out, but he also knew there was no way in hell he could act on those feelings. He still wanted to go home to his siblings, back in time, to save the world.

So... he took you with him.

At first you thought he was insane- you didn’t have a reason to betray the Commission, it never wronged you.

However, you disagreed with Doomsday.

“Did I say something wrong?” Reginald asked Five, noticing it had been a few seconds since he last spoke, having his look fixated on his drink.

“Uh, no- I was just thinking.” Five quickly said, looking back at the man, “The acorn, right?”

Five had been through a lot of shit these past two weeks. He returned back to his siblings with the person he secretly loved, tried to stop the apocalypse in 2019, only to fail and have to go back in time to 1963, where another apocalypse was waiting on him as well.

He needed a break.

Really, all he wanted was to go home with the people he cared about and have everything be alright. Deep down, he yearned to be held in your arms, while his brothers and sisters were all safely scattered around their big house. He needed peace and quiet, just for once in his life.

After the light supper 1963 Reginald Hargreeves invited you and his... future-adoptive-children, things did not entirely go as planned... He was your only hope, but he was not much help, as he managed to break Diego with a psychology lesson, ignore Luther after he showed him his body, and quickly dismiss you, Allison and Vanya- well, you tried to behave yourselves as well as you could after Klaus had a literal convulsion at the table.

Reggie only told Five to stay a while, seeing that he was the only sane one. The rest of the Hargreeves just left in their business, but you decided to wait by the elevator, knowing that he might not be in the best state of mind after having spent time with his maniac of a father.

“Y/N?” Five raised a brow, as he was making his way towards the elevator with his hands casually rested in his pockets, “You... waited?”

“Of course.” You smiled, folding your arms over your chest, “I figured you shouldn’t be alone after... that... dinner.” You frowned, unsure of what to call the disastrous meeting.

Five fought back a smile, pressing the elevator button. He never understood how you, of all people, became an assassin. You were just too good, too sweet. He never thought you actually had it in you to take lives and be an agent of the Commission, not with that gentle smile and adorable spark in your eyes.

Well, he never understood either how he could fall in love that easily, but that was besides the point. What mattered to him was that the world was still gonna end in a couple of days, and now the only solution he had left was the deal with the Handler- big surprise, his father was not that much help.

“Hey, Y/N?” Five spoke up, as the two of you entered the elevator, “Thank you.”

“For... what?” You knitted your brows in confusion, pressing the button as the doors closed, taking you two down.

“For being there, I guess.” He shrugged- Five never was the sentimental guy, but he felt like you deserved some praise. You followed him, you trusted him, you left your job at the Commission.

But it never occurred to him why. He never spent much time thinking why in the world would you trust him? Sure, you’ve known each other a while and he knew you saw him as a dear friend... unless, you saw him as more.

Five widened his eyes in realization, as you let out a small chuckle at his sudden gratitude, not looking at him.

Holy shit, Five thought, as his mouth hung open, slowly looking to his right, watching as you smiled softly, looking at nothing in particular, This is a far fetch, but... could she actually...?

All this time, he buried his feelings deep within him. He figured you didn’t need that kind of thing on your mind- it never seemed to be the time for him to be honest about what he felt. But now that he thought about it...

All those missions the two of you have been on, how could he not see it earlier?

The way you blindly trusted your life in his hands, or the way you worried for him, cared for him. You always scolded him for not being to careful and letting himself get injured, but he never read into it too much.  Or the way you accepted all his schemes and shenanigans and respected all his weird peeves.

“Are you okay?” You frowned, turning to Five once the elevator doors opened, noticing the shocked look on his face and the silence surrounding the two of you, “You look like you’ve seen Ben.”

Five quickly shook his head, stepping out of the elevator with you, trying to regain his train of thought. Maybe he was thinking too much into this... but what if he wasn’t? What if, for once in his life, something could actually go right?

Without another word, Five cupped your cheeks, pulling your face softly closer to his, capturing your lips into a kiss. You were taken aback in the beginning, freezing in your place with your eyes wide opened, trying to make sense of what was going on,  but you realized you shouldn’t be wasting this opportunity.

It was about time, you thought, melting into his touch, finally responding to the kiss.

Pulling away after a couple of moments, Five looked at your face, trying to read your emotions. However, he was pleasantly surprised, watching as your lips curved into a smirk, taking his hands in yours, slowly swaying them as you looked at him;

“Took ya long enough.”

Five scoffed amused, shaking his head in disbelief, “Better late than never, right?”

“Are there any words to come with that gesture?” You perched a brow curiously, “Or am I supposed to try and deduce...?”

Before Five could properly confess his feelings, his face fell once he laid eyes on the round clock displayed on the wall behind you. Shit, he thought, reading the time.

“I gotta go.” He suddenly declared, making your frown, “Shit, I gotta go right now!”

“What?” You wondered, as Five took his hands away, running his fingers through his hair stressed out.

He completely forgot about his meeting with the Handler- his only option still standing to save the world and go back to your timeline.

“Y/N, I am so sorry.” He genuinely apologized, as you were still trying to make sense of what was going on, “I gotta go!”

“Five!” You yelled, watching as he ran out of the building, “Get your butt back he- and, he’s gone...”

What the fuck just happened?

[undercoveravenger]

Muses

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Requested: Yes

Original Request: “Could I request a Reggie x male reader. Where he’s Julie's brother and after their mom’s death he picked up painting and he can see Reggie and stuff and Reggie just hangs around him and makes him laugh and stuff.”

A/N: Not going to lie, I’m not super happy with this one but it’s been sitting in my drafts for weeks so I decided I just needed to finish it and get it posted. I hope you guys like it anyway!

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The first day you met Reggie was a few days after Julie started singing again. You’d been in your room alone, staring blankly at an empty canvas. You had been meaning to work on your painting for your art class for weeks now, but you hadn’t been able to think of what to paint. Every day, you’d pull out your brushes and lay out your paints, but day after day the canvas remained just as blank as the day before.

Then one day as you were contemplating the way the colors should've been blooming over the canvas by now, a voice sounded from behind you. “Oh, a painter, huh? Man, this whole family is so talented!”

You twisted around to face the voice, eyes widening as you came face to face with a boy you’d never met. He seemed to be about your age, with dark hair that’d been slicked back out of his face and curious dark brown eyes that were fixed on you. “Who- who are you?”

His eyes widened almost comically, “You can see me?”

“Why wouldn’t I be able to?” You replied, glancing around warily, half expecting a camera crew to pop out and tell you that you’d been pranked.

The stranger blinked, clearly having anticipated not getting a response, “I, um, I’m not-” His brows furrowed as he struggled to find the words, “My name is Reggie, and I died in 1995,” he eventually forced out.

“Oh.” It was definitely a little far-fetched for your taste, but it would explain why you hadn’t heard your door open when he entered and why his clothes looked a little outdated. “Right.” Your brows furrowed as you turned your gaze back to your blank canvas, “Should I ask why a ghost is here to haunt me or should I just call Doctor Turner?”

The brunet laughed, flopping onto your bed behind you and propping his head up on his hands as he watched you, “Nah, you don’t need a therapist. We were just waiting on Julie to get home from Flynn’s and I got bored.”

You raised an eyebrow pointedly as you glanced back at him, “We?” You hesitated as the rest of his words caught up to you, “And why do you know my sister?”

Reggie brightened, “Oh! I forgot to tell you; I’m here with my band! Julie freed us from where we’d been trapped in limbo for twenty-five years!” He smirked a little, tugging at the lapels of his leather jacket and grinned up at you, “Now we’re trying to get Julie to join our band so we can still perform. She’s really talented! Your whole family is really great at what they do.” His eyes drifted past you to your empty canvas, “What’re you painting?”

You sighed as you followed his gaze, moving to sit next to him on the edge of your bed. “I don’t know.” Your eyes dropped to the paintbrush clutched in your hands and you started twisting it idly between your fingers just to give yourself something to do, “I haven’t been able to figure out what to paint since my mom-” You were unable to finish, but Reggie seemed to know what you meant.

“Right,” Reggie was quiet for a moment as he stared thoughtfully at your canvas, his brows furrowed. “How about the sky?”

You blinked, confused by the sudden suggestion. “The sky?”

“Yeah,” Reggie cheered, grinning widely, “I always used to go look at the sunset when I was feeling lost. It would remind me that no matter how big my problems seemed, they weren’t going to last forever. Maybe painting it will do the same for you.”

You made a thoughtful sound as you turned back to your canvas, fingers itching toward your palate of paints for the first time in what felt like ages. "Maybe it will…" you murmured, quickly picking up your favorite pencil and starting to sketch out an outline as the big picture started to come together in your mind.

Reggie grinned as he watched you, but eventually got to his feet and started wandering back toward the door. "Julie should be back soon so I’ve got to get to practice, but I look forward to seeing your masterpiece.”

It took you a moment to realize what he’d said and he was nearly out the door when you called after him. “Hey, Reggie?”

He turned back to face you, brows raised inquisitively, “Yeah?”

You struggled to come up with what you could say to express how thankful you really were. “Thank you,” you said eventually.

Reggie smiled brightly, tugging at the collar of his leather jacket, “Absolutely! I’m glad I could help!” He turned away, heading for the door again.

You turned back to your painting as he made to leave, but called after him anyway. “Hey, um-” You bit your lip, wincing at the awkwardness of what you were trying to say, “If you ever want to come back and keep me company while I paint, you’re welcome to.”

It took the ghost a moment to realize what you meant, but his excitement was plain to see. “Yeah!” he cheered, eyes crinkling at the corners from how hard he was smiling at you. “Yeah, I’d love that!” He paused as realization struck him, glancing over at the door forlornly, “I really have to get going or they’re going to go looking for me, but I’ll be back later, okay?”

He waited for you to acknowledge his statement before disappearing with a wave and a flash of light. You were a little disappointed that he’d left, but you were sure that you’d beaten your artist’s block. And hey, even if you hadn’t gotten past it permanently, you knew your new muse would come back for you.

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Light On  - Julie x Fem!Ghost

Combining two requests here: 

Okay so can I have a Julie x reader where reader comes to hang at Julie's place (either as a date or just a hangout bc feelings haven't been confessed) and the boys just constantly tease julie but it's just hella fluff?

Hi! First off,love your writing Can you do a julie x fem ghost reader? Just let's say one night Julie has a bunch to study and is up all night,and reader cant fall asleep for some reason and goes to check on Julie to see her not sleeping.So reader decides to help julie study and julie feels bad but reader is just like "its fine,I couldn't sleep anyway.....”

First off, @twist3dtinkerbell​, thank you bby. Also, I had so much fun writing this, thank you both for requesting!

Julie dropped her pencil on her notebook, rubbing her throbbing eyes. She had been studying history for the past two hours, and had three more ahead of her. She sighed, falling back into her chair for a moment and closing her eyes. 

Y/N sighed, leaning back in her chair. Being a ghost was extremely convenient, except for the fact that she rarely slept. She never realized how many hours there were in the day until she had to be awake during all of them. She quickly jumped up from her seat and moved toward the front door. Gazing at the stars at least gave her a different view for the rest of the night. Looking at Luke scribbling on notebook paper under the lamp light got old after a few hours. 

As she walked out into the crisp air, she looked up at the Molina home. Almost all the lights were off, except for a soft pink hue in the upper right corner. Julie’s room, Y/N thought. She crossed her arms at her chest, trying to think about reasons the girl would be up so late. 

Julie’s quiet moment was quickly interrupted by a sudden swoosh of wind near the corner of her desk. 

She quickly opened her eyes and met the soft gaze of a certain ghost. Julie’s lips pulled back into a smile as she turned to face the girl properly. 

“Well come on in,” Julie giggled.

“Sorry, I saw your light on and I got worried because...” She looked down at the papers sprawled out on the desk. “Do you know it’s like 12:30 a.m., Molina?” 

Julie ran a hand through her hair, nodding at her.

“I’m very aware. I have an AP test tomorrow, so I’m pulling one all-nighter so that I don’t fail tomorrow afternoon.”

Y/N walked over to the edge of Julie’s bed to sit down. She placed her hands on her lap as she leaned toward the girl on the chair in front of her.

“It was always harder for me to focus after all nighters...” Y/N said, chewing on her lower lip.

“Y/N, I will be fine.” 

She closed her lips for a moment, nodding. She tilted her head to the side and let a small smile slip onto her face.

“Can I at least keep you company? Or help in any way?” 

Julie shook her head “You don’t have to do that, it’s so late.” 

“Jules, I’m a ghost, I can’t sleep anyway.” 

Julie’s hand clasped over her mouth as she giggled into it. Y/N’s smile grew as she watched the girl’s dark eyes light up in the soft glow of her fairy lights. Her eyes wandered over to a chair on the other side of the room. She got up and fetched it, pulling it next to Julie’s. 

Julie grabbed her flashcards from the side of her desk and handed them to the girl. Their fingers brushed, a sensation neither girl was quite used to yet with Julie’s new ability under control. Y/N tried to fight the warmth that washed over her from such a tiny touch, but she knew her pale complexion would give her away instantly. 

Julie pulled away and Y/N’s hands moved to shuffle the deck. The girl brought the cards up to her chest, meeting Julie’s eyes again. Julie glossed over the writing before looking up to the ceiling in thought. “What (if any) did the British and colonists gain from the Seven Years War?” Y/N peeked at the other side of the card before lifting her eyes to study the other girl’s look of concentration. 

“I think that is..The St. Lawrence River Valley?” Julie said, squinting her eyes in anticipation.

Y/N narrowed her eyes too “Almost, The St. Lawrence River valley and the land between the Mississippi River and Appalachian Mountains.” 

Julie sighed, running her hands through her curls. Y/N pursed her lips in sympathy as she watched the girl repeat the answer to herself quietly a few times before facing her again. Y/N set the cards down for a moment, meeting Julie’s gaze.

“Jules, you’ve been studying for a while, don’t beat yourself up. It’s really understandable that everything may be blending together right now.”  Y/N took a pause before clutching the cards again. “Let’s do the next one?”

The right corner of Julie’s mouth lifted to a smile as she looked at the girl and nodded in agreement.

The two girls studied for another hour.  By the time they reached the end of the deck, Julie’s eyes were starting to shut completely. Y/N silently set the cards on the desk and reached over to softly grab Julie’s hand. The girl jumped a bit at the contact, but a sleepy smile fell on her face as her eyes readjusted to her surroundings. 

“I think it’s time for bed, Jules. You need at least a few hours of sleep,” Y/N said, her head tilting to the side as she stared at Julie. 

The curly haired girl nodded, lifting herself off the chair. Y/N rose too, keeping her hand in Julie’s to guide her to bed. Julie let go of hers as she crawled under the covers. Y/N made sure she was fully covered with blankets before she poofed out of the room. 

The next afternoon

Y/N and the boys sat in the garage, the girl’s face in the middle of a book as the boy’s talked about new lyrics in the other corner. The doors at the front of the garage opened quickly, revealing a beaming Julie Molina. Her eyes searched around the room until she met Y/N’s gaze. She ran over to the couch, standing in front of her almost jumping up and down in excitement. 

“I PASSED WITH FLYING COLORS,” She squealed, holding a piece of paper with a giant A on the top of it.

Y/N stood up to meet her, holding her arms out to her. Julie rushed into them, hugging her closely. As they moved to pull away, they stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Julie’s cheeks turned pink as she took a step back. Y/N let a soft smile hold onto her left cheek as she held the eye contact.

“That’s amazing, so happy for you Jules!” 

She nodded at her, spinning on her heels and running toward the boys to show them. Y/N leaned to the left, letting her gaze set on the happy girl in the corner of the room. Luke’s eyes moved from Julie to Y/N, and he shot her a knowing grin. The girl rolled her eyes before sitting back on the couch and diverting her gaze back to her book. 

She heard footsteps run in her direction again and looked up to see Julie in front of her, holding her right wrist in her left hand. 

“Y/N, the boys are being lame and don’t want to sit with me as I eat celebratory ice cream, will you come with me?” Her wide eyes looking at the girl expectedly.

Y/N let her gaze slip over to the three musicians behind Julie and Luke grinned again, mouthing “you can thank me later” in her direction. She sighed, moving her eyes back to Julie’s with a wide grin. 

“Of course Jules, I’d love to come!” 

Julie’s smile grew “Cool, I’m going to get changed and then we can go!” 

Her curls bounced behind her as she ran toward the open doors. As soon as Julie was out of sight, she felt the cushions next to her collapse. She looked over to the smug grins spread across all of her friend’s faces. 

“Jules, I’d loveeee to go,” Luke mocked her, batting his eyelashes in her direction.

“Julie oh my goodness I’m so proud of youuuu,” Alex joined in, clasping his hands under his chin. 

The girl picked up two pillow behind her back and hit it against their heads. Giggle spilled out of Reggie’s mouth as the three fought each other on the couch. 

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[thatfanficstuff]

And there was one bed - Witcher

Pairing: Jaskier x Geralt (subtle)

Warnings: nope

A/N: This isn’t my normal thing, mainly because the pairing isn’t with the Reader, but this was a request from a charity auction and I like how it came out. Enjoy!

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The pub had been busier than usual but was starting to slow down a bit when they came in. They were of a similar height but that was where the likeness between them ended. The one on the left was dressed all in black including a hooded cloak. The hood was raised, hiding the face completely. The one on the right was wearing a typical bard’s outfit in blue. He had a brown hair and a twinkle in his eye as he talked excitedly to his companion in a low voice. He was a pretty one. A pair of travelers wasn’t all that common in these parts so the din of the room quieted some as eyes turned to follow them as they crossed to a table.

Once settled, the dark one tossed his hood back revealing a stern face with golden eyes framed by a mane of stark white hair. Witcher the whisper went around the room. His jaw tightened in annoyance. You rolled your eyes and grabbed two pints before heading to the table.

You sat the mugs in front of them and offered a smile. “Welcome to the Golden Stag, gentleman. We have a hearty venison stew this evening. Can I offer you a bowl?”

The witcher offered a small smile and a grunt of agreement. The bard frowned at him before turning to you with a smile. “You’ll have to excuse my friend. Too much time playing with beasts, I’m afraid. Two bowls of stew would be lovely…” he trailed off and you realized he was fishing for a name.

“Y/N,” you offered.

His grin widened. “Stew would be lovely, Y/N. I’m Jaskier and this grumpy fellow is Geralt. It’s lovely to meet you.”

Your cheeks heated and you gave a small curtsey before hurrying to the kitchen to fetch their food. Along with the stew you grabbed a full loaf of bread for them to share. You returned and placed everything on their table. “Enjoy, gentleman.”

As you turned to leave a hand grasped your wrist and you looked back in surprise to find the Witcher with a light grip on you. “Thank you, Y/N,” he all but growled.

Your cheeks heated again. “Of course.” You didn’t miss the look he gave the bard and you had no doubt Jaskier had told the witcher to be courteous. You left them awhile and greeted your serving girl as she came in. Ordinarily you would take this time to clean or restock, but you were reluctant to leave the main room as long as the strange duo was still here. Some of your clientele could be more than a bit stupid on occasion and you didn’t want any trouble if you could help it.

As if to prove your point, you disappeared into the kitchen for fifteen minutes and came out to one the town assholes approaching the witcher’s table. Damn Reginald. Before you could get there, he slammed his hand down causing the two men’s drinks to splash out of their mugs.

Geralt went very still as Jaskier slid down the bench away from Reginald. The witcher reached out and placed a hand around the bard’s wrist to hold him in place before turning his head slowly to stare down the stranger bothering them. You didn’t miss the way the witcher’s thumb slid along his friend’s skin in a comforting gesture. Hmm. So that’s how it was. The discovery brought a small smile to your face as you made your way to the table.

You had been so busy watching the interaction between the two men, you hadn’t even been paying attention to whatever nonsense was spewing from Reginald this time. Asshole. Once you reached the table, you nodded in greeting to the couple seated at the table while you turned to Reginald and crossed your arms over your chest and waited for him to notice you.

Once he realized that he no longer held the sole attention of his two victims, Reginald turned to look at you. His face paled and he immediately tried to get himself out of trouble. “Oh Y-Y/N, I didn’t see you there. I was just welcoming these two gentlemen to town. Absolutely that’s what I was doing.”

“Out,” you ordered.

His mouth hung open just a bit and panic flared in his eyes. “Now, Y/N/N—”

“Don’t you Y/N/N me.” You pointed to the door. “One month, Reggie.”

“No! I didn’t mean nothing by it. I swear, I was just pulling their leg a bit, that’s all. We was bonding.” He was practically on his knees begging by this point.

“Out.”

Seeing he was about to complain again, two of your favorite regulars stood from their table. That was enough to have Reginald heading to the door under his own power. His shoulders were hunched forward and his head hung down. Once he was gone, you immediately went to the bar and pulled 5 pints. You dropped two off with your would be helpers with a nod of thanks.

The three remaining, you carried over to the witcher’s table. You sat two in front of them then sat down with the third beside them. “Sorry about Reginald. He’s a bit of an ass.”

Geralt stared at you as if attempting to decipher something while Jaskier watched him to see what the verdict would be. Finally, the witcher merely nodded and took a drink of his ale.

Jaskier gave a little cockeyed smile and turned to face you. “You handled that well. He seemed almost more terrified of you then Geralt here.”

You grinned. “I own the only pub in town. It’s easy to control the assholes when you control the ale.”

The witcher made a sound of amusement. “So, the one month?”

“One month ban.”

“You don’t have any trouble enforcing that?” God, that voice was sinful and you had to resist the temptation to slide closer.

You shrugged. “I don’t have to.” You gestured to everyone in your pub. “They’ll do it for me. Plus, he knows if he tries to get around it, the timeframe doubles.”

Jaskier saluted you with his mug. “Well, you are a fearsome opponent indeed, Y/N. Well done.”

You laughed as you moved your gaze between them. “What about the two of you? Here on business or just passing through?”

They exchanged another look and you had the feeling they could have an entire conversation without saying a word. Jaskier’s gaze flicked back to you. “Do you have any trouble around that you would need a witcher for?”

“I don’t think so, no, but some are a little less tolerant than me,” you answered with a shake of your head. “If the creature’s not bothering anyone then just let it be is what I say.”

The corner of Geralt’s mouth curled in the hint of a smile. “Just passing through. Tired of his cooking and complaints about sleeping on the ground.”

Jaskier looked utterly offended and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Tell you what, bard. I’ll trade you a room for a song.”

“Are you serious?” the man said as he hopped to his feet.

You nodded and he hurried out of the pub. You turned to Geralt to find him staring after the other man with amusement in his eyes. “He needs his instrument.” Another moment and Jaskier had returned and headed to an open area on the other side of the pub. Geralt’s eyes never left him, even when he continued to speak to you. “Thank you for this. He claims I don’t appreciate his talent enough. This will cheer him up.”

“You’re very welcome but he didn’t appear to be overly morose to me in the first place.”

He shook his head and chuckled. “No. Certainly not compared to me.”

“You are an odd pairing if you don’t mind me saying so,” you offered as the bard began to sing.

“He followed me from a pub one day and never left,” he offered with a shrug.

You thought for a moment. “Yeah, I could see that.”

Again, the witcher chuckled and you gave him a nod before returning to work.

Jaskier’s song turned into five with your permission. You didn’t mind if he earned a little coin from your patrons. Entertainment didn’t move through your little town very often. Once he finished, the two men approached about the promised room. You handed over a key. “Room 2. Top of the stairs to the left.”

The bard shifted on his feet looking a little embarrassed. “Do you have another room? We’ll pay for the second of course.”

Your thoughts turned to the three other rooms you had, all empty for the night and you shook your head. “Sorry, we’re booked full up. Gave you the last room. Oddest thing. You’ll have to share unfortunately.”

Jaskier’s cheeks blazed red and he looked away. “There isn’t—"

He was cut off but a witcher softly grasping his wrist to stay his arguments. Again, those golden eyes studied you before a soft smile appeared. “One room will be just fine, thank you. I appreciate it.”

“No problem at all,” you replied. As they started up the stairs, you said, “Have a wonderful night, gentleman.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” came the bard’s soft response while the witcher simply gave you another nod of the head and a grateful smile.