#be back as soon as i stop getting my ass beat on the reg

[ybcpatrick]

[thot-writes]

how the undateables (sans luke) suck the strap (18+ NSFW);

Diavolo;

He asks for your approval a lot more than you thought he would. He’s kind of confused why you want him to suck you off when you wouldn’t actually feel it, but he loves you too much to say no to you.

Honestly, his questions get a little annoying and you can’t help rolling your eyes. You place a hand firmly on his head and say, “Dia. No more words, just suck.”

He nods dutifully, body shuddering at the nickname and does just that. He gets more into it since he’s not constantly pulling away to ask if he was doing alright, and he quickly finds himself getting hard.

His heavy lids hang low on his eyes as he sticks his tongue out, dragging it along the bottom of the silicone as he sucks along the length.

Ends up getting so invested in it you have to stop him — you’re getting way too turned on and you need to peg him like yesterday.

He happily gets on all fours for you like the good puppy he is.

Barbatos;

“Of course, my mistress.”

He sucks you without skipping a beat and his technique can give Asmo a run for his money. In fact, you might even say he’s better than him.

Barbatos is just so all-powerful yet so determined to serve his master(s) that his skillset is virtually unmatched. 

It’s actually kind of annoying how perfectly composed he is, so obviously a little bit of face-fucking is in order.

When you grab his hair and shove your cock down his throat his eyes roll back and he lets out a soft moan.

It isn’t long until your thrusts have him blushing and drooling. His composure seems to be lost as he palms your hips while you fuck his mouth with reckless abandon.

When you’ve finished, Barbatos simply stands and cleans himself off. “I trust my performance was to your liking, mistress?”

Performance? So he faked the whole thing?

You scoff in disbelief as you realise that breaking that professional mask of his might be the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.

Solomon;

I fully headcanon that Sol and Asmo used to fuck on the reg, so he’d surprise you with how good he is at it.

Probably the second most vocal (Asmo’s thirsty ass obvs comes first) when he sucks you off. He can’t help humming or moaning against your cock as he bashfully looks up at you.

He tucks his bangs behind his ears when he’s doing it and it’s the cutest thing ever.

He likes to kiss and lick the tip a lot, he smiles most of the time he’s doing it - it’s clear he enjoys this almost as much as he enjoys eating you out.

“Hmm, are you going to put this in me soon?” he grins coyly.

You stroke his pale hair lovingly and return his smile. “Of course, baby. I’m going to fuck that look off your face.”

His grin falters for only a second while his eyes light up in anticipation.

Simeon;

He’s reluctant to begin with, his face turning a deep shade of red as he struggles to get the words out.

“Y-you want me to... wh-what?” He nervously twirls a dark lock of hair around his finger.

You cup his cheek and kiss him tenderly before guiding his face down to your strap-on. He hesitated for only a moment before parting his lips and taking you in his mouth.

He sighs and gasps sweetly against you as you rock your hips into him, his own arousal pressing against the cotton confines of his underwear.

He whines helplessly as you start to get rougher with him and submits completely to your will.

Drool trickles down the contour of his chin while you force your cock further into his mouth. He starts to thoroughly enjoy the feeling of the slick silicone in his throat and gives a chaste kiss to the tip as you pull it out of him.

You went easy on him the first time, but he’s so cute you just know the next time you do it you’re going to make him choke.

[dottiechan]

ICEBREAKER Pt. 1

Read on AO3 (link in bio)

Part 1 | Part 2&3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader x Hunter; Tech x Reader (platonic)

Wordcount: 2389

Summary: Tech watches on helplessly as his brothers' affection for you threaten to ruin the squad.

Warnings: cursing, yearning

You’re just as cold on the inside as the ice is under your boots. It crunches with every step you take, and your heart seems to beat along with the fall of your boots, aching. You feel unsteady, almost enough to miss the tracks running in the snow right in front of you. You pause and crutch down, gloved fingers dipping into the indentations as you grumble to yourself. It’s not even your turn to scope out the area where you’re setting up camp, and besides, there is a literal tracking genius in your squad - it really shouldn’t be you who’s out here in the snow and ice, eyes straining against the blinding white of the planet, fingers freezing off as you set up perimeter alarms. And yet you just volunteered for the less than ideal task without explanation, not understanding your own decision either.

At least Tech offered to tag along, but you suspect he’s simply had enough of his brothers for a while. Not that you can blame him.

“Fascinating.”

You sigh, internally begging him to stop talking as you stand, abandoning the tracks after deciding they most likely belong to a lone whitefang. You have enough on your plate right now, with Hunter still being pissy and Crosshair avoiding you like the plague, and silence would be much more preferable right now to listening to one of Tech’s rambles.

“Did you know that this moon’s surface is almost entirely composed of water?”

“No.”

“Despite the subzero surface temperature, there are subsurface oceans underneath the ice that are warmed by the moon’s internal heat.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I wish we could stay long enough for me to study the subsurface flora and fauna. There might be plants underneath the ice that-”

“Tech.”

“-that use chemosynthesis-”

“Tech!”

“What?”

He has the decency to look flustered, one hand gripping the datapad tightly, the other flying up to adjust his goggles as he peers up at you. You didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but sometimes you just can’t help it. Sometimes, the confinement of the Marauder is enough to turn you into a ticking time bomb, irritated by the slightest seemingly innocent things. And you’ve had more than just mere sparks to flare your temper as of late.

...

His rifle is spotless, and yet he’s still scrubbing it as if his life depended on it.

Maybe it does, because if he jumps up and lowers his guard for a second, he’s out the ship and off to find you and Tech. Maybe you’re a fool sometimes, a god damn nuisance, a person he still couldn’t grow used to, but you belong with them now, you’re theirs, you’re his, and that means something to him. You frustrate him beyond reason, and he often grows callous and agitated because he refuses to allow himself to feel the emotions you elicit from him whenever you’re near him.

Even now, on an ice planet, the mere thought of you infects him with a sweet, sweet jungle fever that knocks him off his feet.

And he’s supposed to be angry now, Crosshair reminds himself. After all, you almost gotten yourself killed on Bracca, and almost broke him in the process.

“They’ve been gone for too long,” Hunter grumbles as he paces up and down like a caged nexu craving to run free. But lately Crosshair began to suspect that he craves something else, someone else, and the thought has his throat tightening in jealousy. He’s been watching, and he convinced himself that he’d misread the signs until he saw the same agitation reflect in his brother’s eyes that he himself has to wrestle with every day.

If it ever came down to your choice, he knows he wouldn’t be it, and he hates living with this knowledge.

Hunter has all the things you seem to like - unlimited kindness, longing looks, smirks that turn a little too soft when directed at you, broad shoulders he caught you staring at more times than he can count. Deep down, he’s still hoping it will never come to you having to choose, but it’s impossible not to wish to be in the centre of your attention. You drive him insane, but you also make him want to commit and stop fighting and lay down his weapons for once in his god damn life.

“Relax. They’re probably fine.”

The screen to their left lights up, and Hunter rushes across the ship in long strides before exhaling in relief. “The proximity alarms are online. They should be heading back soon.”

Crosshair sucks in a breath, worried about seeing his own emotions sitting behind Hunter’s eyes as well.

...

You were assigned to assist the Bad Batch for an unspecified period of time some months ago. You’re a versatile field agent, specialising in both stealth and combat casualty care, one of the few volunteers who were qualified enough to join the GAR. Oh, and you’re also clearly mistrusted by your new squad as they flip out the very moment you risk yourself in the line of duty. You’re not stupid, you weighed the risks carefully, and you trusted your abilities to see you through the job unharmed.

But ever since the incident on Bracca, you’re given the cold shoulder by most on the squad, and for once, the scenery matches your mood.

And yet Tech deserves better than to be cut off like that. He deserves to be listened to, and appreciated as the good man he is. You’re friends, but in moments like these, you think you don’t deserve his friendship.

“Look, I’m... I’m sorry, okay? But right now, I have too much on my mind to think about, umm, chemo...”

“Chemosynthesis?”

“Yeah, that.”

“I think I understand,” he nods, satisfied with your half-assed apology for the time being as he goes back to scanning the vast icy desert stretching as far as the eye can see. The Marauder’s lights blink in the background, orange against the dark blue of the growing darkness that surrounds you. It’s like a beacon, a sign that promises warmth, and you gaze at it longingly until you remember that you’ll have to go back to Crosshair’s scowl and Hunter’s disapproving frown and Wrecker’s awkward little smiles. Somehow, the ice is preferable once more, and the snow that just began to fall in soft flakes is little more than a mild annoyance.

“Well, aside from a few distant life forms-”

“Whitefangs.”

“Yes, most likely whitefangs - aside from those, we should be quite safe inside the ship for tonight.”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “You might be. I’m not the most popular with the squad right now, remember?”

“You are a valued addition,” Tech declares, and the certainty in his voice releases inside you the emotional equivalent of a sucker punch. All you can do is stand, and fight the sting of tears in your eyes. You’re confident, but you never in your wildest dreams imagined how difficult it would be to live up to the expectations of a special unit. You also know your worth, but it’s hard to keep on believing in yourself steadfastly when the rest of your squad doubts your every move. “Which is why the prospect of losing you elicits a rather severe emotional reaction in us. It is rare for regs to warm up to us as well as you have, let alone volunteers. Aside from the obvious tactical disadvantage losing you would mean, I believe it is a little more personal than that.”

...

Hunter knows something is off even before one of the alarms is triggered - whatever it is, it is within five clicks of the ship, making you and Tech plenty exposed before he could do anything. He was straining his ear simply to keep you all safe - so what if he accidentally heard your muffled voice, or the soft crunch of snow underneath your boots?

But now is not the time to be idle, and he knows it. He would never forgive himself if something happened to his squad. And to you, he corrects himself almost softly as he grabs his helmet and checks his weapons quickly. Despite the fact that he’s still angry about your previous carelessness, he cannot deny the forbidden yearning coiling in his stomach whenever you’re on his mind, making him just as nervous as hopeful. And to be fair, it happens more and more often as of late, which is both alarming and exciting as he never thought he’d ever have the luxury to feel this way about someone else. Sure, he knows love, he loves his brothers with all his heart even if he isn’t very vocal about it, but this is different. New, scary, exciting different, an effervescent and persevering tingling blinding all his senses.

Crosshair is beside him in less than a second, rifle in hand, silent, and they share a nod before lowering the ramp and rushing out into the freezing dusk.

When he picks up on your muffled voice, he seems to ignore everything as he breaks into a sprint towards you, hoping to reach you in time before you’re in danger. He almost misses the way Crosshair’s heartbeat picks up, the usually stoic man reeking with genuine worry as he looks through the scope of his rifle.

He can deal with this later, Hunter promises himself as he pushes down this uncomfortable feeling. But then he sees you and Tech, and he seems to forget about anything and everything - you have that unfortunate and awfully distracting effect on him.

...

“But Hunter yelled at me for being reckless for a solid hour. And Crosshair said he didn’t care if I wanted to get myself killed, but I should do it in a way that didn’t interfere with the mission. Seriously, what an asshole.”

“Nevermind what they actually say,” Tech waves his hand in mild annoyance. “Hunter was worried sick. Crosshair almost went after you. And they’re both too pigheaded to admit the real reason why they’re so worked up.”

“Which is?”

“Obviously they both view you as a potential romantic partner.”

There’s a moment of pause as you two stare back at one another before you snort and chuckle, shaking your head and crossing your arms over your chest as a futile attempt at staying warm. “Tech, you need to work on your sense of humour.”

“And you need to work on your observational skills and situational awareness.”

“My observational skills are exceptional,” you defend yourself, a finger held up in the air defiantly. “And my situational awareness is-”

“Lacking, as you didn’t seem to notice the whitefang return. I suggest we head back to the safety of the Marauder.”

Sure enough, the wild cat is there lurking amongst the ice dunes, its eyes glowing in the dark as they reflect the light of the ship. It shouldn’t pose a threat to you as it is alone, and relatively small, but you still consider wrestling with it instead of returning to the ship and facing the rest of the squad - somehow, even that feels like a fight more fair than the ones that await you upon your return. So you hold its gaze as it curiously inspects you, wishing to swap bodies and run away and avoid any more conflict. Before you can even think of returning to the ship, you hear quiet footsteps catching up to you.

“I thought I heard something.”

“It’s probably more curious than anything.”

Hunter unsheaths his vibroblade and twirls it in his hand so theatrically it makes you roll your eyes. He glances at you, shoulders all tense, ready to pounce at the slightest sign of danger, and even though his face is obscured by his helmet, you can almost see the disappointed frown sitting on his features. “You want to test that theory?”

“My money would be on the whitefang winning.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Tech.”

“Any time.”

“Relax.” The distorted rasp of your commlink is not enough to drown out the smugness of the sniper. The stand-off ends when a single well-placed shot right before the big cat sends it sprinting away into the darkness. You all turn to find Crosshair standing by the ship, his rifle still aimed at the retreating form of the whitefang.

“Well, there goes my opportunity to finally have an interesting patrol,” you mutter to yourself as you all make it back to the Marauder.

“Do all of your patrols end in you staring down carnivores?” Crosshair snorts, clearly unamused.

“Only the good ones,” you fire back, deciding not to wait for any of them as you head inside. Crosshair is hot on your heels, another string of mockery sitting on the tip of his tongue, because fuck, you’re stubborn, but he’s not going to cave in and tell you how it makes him feel to see you in danger. He can’t, however, put up with being away from you either.

Hunter lingers a little outside. He has to set himself straight, to contain all the things he wants to say you that have nothing to do with scolding you about Bracca, to kill all the feelings that suddenly demand to be felt so desperately. He clenches and unclenches his fists by his side, pretending to survey the surroundings of the Marauder. Tech moves in the periphery of his vision, but instead of following you and Crosshair, he steps closer to Hunter.

“I believe the threat’s been averted.”

“Yeah. Good job on setting up those alarms, Tech.”

“No problem. Is there anything else you need?”

“No. You should head back inside. The last thing I want is for you to keel over with hypothermia.”

“That’s not how hypothermia works,” Tech mutters, his voice trailing off, eyes uncertain behind his goggles. He suddenly places a gentle hand on Hunter’s shoulder, making the sergeant glance at him.

“Hunter, I’m only asking this because I care about you all, but... how long do you think this can go on before one of you gets hurt?”

Tech’s words echo in his mind long after he’s rejoined the squad on the ship. And Hunter just stands outside in the snowfall, watching the last rays of light disappear on the horizon, wondering which one of you he’ll have to hurt when the push comes to shove.

[karlajoyner]

Stressed Out (Sunset Curve x Reader)

A/n: So starting off I've made a master list that I'm posting real soon for you all to access my stories without the scrolling. In order to post it I have to update my post about my requests/taglist and soon because I do get a lot on that comments that ask for more Charlie or more Owen and I wanna give you guys that but I also wanna make sure that I get through the requests that you guys send me with plots and storylines. It just makes it like a thousand times easier to have something to work off of. Opposed to me coming up with my own storylines that I have to do a lot of reading on my own to get my gears working! But again thank you guys for the comments! And finally I wanna say thank you for sending in your requests and your feed back. It is much appreciated!

Disclaimer: Alex is bi in this one not taking away from the fact that he's gay in the show it just runs best for this storyline! There is no Bobby btw! Haven’t written a foursome with 3 guys before so it might suck ass. And it’s not much but it’s something so enjoy my fellow fantoms!

Warnings: Smut (18+)

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I internally groaned walking into school. I wasn't the worst student. But by far I certainly was not the best. Which is why I had a reputation since I first arrived to high school.

That and I was in a band with 3 of my best friends. Who all happened to be guys. Hot guys at that.

Which automatically made me the schools slut. It was fine with me but the boys didn't like the label.

No matter how true it was.

"Hey y/n heard you gave Mike Dawson a blowjob this weekend. Just when I thought you couldn't be anymore of a slut"

"Mind your fucking business Hayley" I heard a familiar voice speak up for me. A smirk spreading on my face as I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder.

"Did she come to you right after Patterson? What's it like to be her sloppy seconds?" Hayley Becker spoke with a wicked evil smirk plastered on her face.

"Fucking amazing actually. God the long nights we have. It's so great" I heard another familiar voice from my left. A large hand intertwining my fingers with theirs. She rolled her eyes clearly not expecting my boys to speak up for me. But then again neither was I.

"Slut"

"Skank"

"Whore"

"Bitch" I spoke as the bell rang.

"Just watch your back y/l/n" She said before turning around and walking away.

"She will!" Reggie shouted after the dark haired girl. The three of us expectantly looking at our bandmate.

"What? I didn't even get to tell her we would too" I sighed shaking my head at the boy.

"Thanks for sticking up for me guys but I can do that myself"

"We know. But your our girl. And apart of this band so we're kinda obligated" Alex spoke as the four of us walked to first period.

"Your really not"

"Come on y/n you know we're still gonna do it"

"I know and I only let you today cause I can't deal with that bitch at this time of day. I mean seriously it's 8:00 o'clock in the morning. Does she not have anything better to do than spread rumors about me?"

"Apparently not. So you and Jake Mills behind the church?" Reggie asked.

"Didn't happen considering I was with you idiots all weekend. You know your the only guys I touch" I bit my lip hearing the three of them chuckle.

"Yeah well it better stay that way. I don't wanna hear Trevor O'Connor bragging about banging you in the boys locker room again"

"Schools golden boy?" I questioned.

"He tried starting the rumor yesterday during p.e but we quickly shut it down" Reggie explained as I stopped a few feet away from the science room to continue talking.

"So Hayleys boyfriend wants to bang me? Wow"

"Yeah but don't even fucking thing about" Luke said pushing me up against the lockers beside us.

"I wasn't. Unless you guys piss me off" I grinned pushing him off of me. Opening the door a few feet away and walking in.

"Gentlemen. And Ms. y/l/n. Your late"

"Sorry Mrs. Daniels we had to deal with something"

"And did this something give you tardy passes"

"It did not"

"Detention. All of you"

"That's nothing new to them Mrs. Daniels"

"Shut the fuck up Hayley" I scoffed taking my seat beside Alex.

"Ladies stop it before I send you to the principal"

"Yes Mrs. Daniels" Hayley and I spoke in sync.

"I can't believe Luke dated her" I whispered towards Alex glaring at the blonde bimbo.

"Jealous?"

"Why would I be? I already have him. And I could have her boyfriend too if I wanted him" I said taking down the notes on the board.

"Mrs. Daniels I can't focus on the lesson because they're distracting me with their talking" Hayley spoke pointing an accusing finger at us.

"We are not!" I shouted sitting up.

"Yes you are probably talking about who your gonna whore around with next"

"Yeah it's your boyfriend if you don't check yourself Hayley"

"Trevor would never do that!"

"I'm pretty sure he would"

"Ladies principal office right now" I scoffed standing up.

"Wait!" Luke shouted standing up. Everyone's heads whipping toward him. He made his way over to me groping my left boob.

I scowled at how hard he squeezed glaring at him.

"Dickhead" I muttered.

"Mr. Patterson! You too principals office" We looked at the other two boys expectantly. Alex immediately rolling his eyes before standing up.

"We could do this the easy way or the hard way Mrs. Daniels"

"If she goes we go"

"I cannot send you two away for absolutely no reason Reginald" Mrs. Daniels spoke challenging the boys.

I close my eyes preparing myself for what came next. Alex was quick to slap my ass while Reggie pulled me in for a sweet kiss. Immediately earning gasps from my classmates.

"Now I can do it. Office all of you! And detention today after school!"

I groaned walking out of the principals office with my bandmates.

"Detention for 3 weeks. Seriously?"

"To make it worse we have to spend 2 of those with Hayley" I spoke seeing the blonde talking with Trevor just a few feet away. Being sure to send them a harsh glare, I finally turned back to the boys.

"Hey you'll be with us everything's gonna be fine" Reggie said throwing an arm around my shoulder leading me away to our next period. That we conveniently had together.

"No it won't. I also have to chaperone the stupid homecoming with Hayley" I cried wanting nothing more than for the day to be done for.

That afternoon we spent in detention not leaving until late afternoon. Due to the fact that my detention went on longer than the boys.

I walked into the studio behind Luke not really in the mood to practice.

"What's wrong y/n/n? You seem down" Reggie asked as I plopped back onto the couch.

"I'm just tired is all. And a little stressed out"

"But we've gotta practice baby, for our next gig. Sunset Curves so gonna rock that book club" Luke said picking up his six string. I watched as Alex and Reggie sent him a glare, the boy immediately putting it back down.

"Or we could take a day off" He spoke coming to sit to my left while Reggie was on my right.

"That sounds amazing" I mumbled feeling Alex begin to massage my shoulders from behind. I craned my neck allowing him more access. Now feeling a little more relaxed than before.

"So tell us y/n/n why are you stressed out?" Luke asked as I shut my eyes.

"Well for starters I'm so gonna get my ass beat when I get home" I sighed feeling Reggie begin to rub my arm to comfort me. Something he did often with how anxious I got.

"And there's just nothing I want to do more than run your ex girlfriend over with a bulldozer" I mumbled hearing a chuckle escape their lips.

"Sounds like a plan" Alex said as Luke intertwined our fingers.

"We'll make a day out of it. Just us four and a bulldozer" He joked making me giggle. The laugh got caught in my throat as I felt a soft kiss on the side of my neck.

"Seriously guys? Not today. No way" I spoke opening my eyes.

"We just wanna help you relax"

"That's what you said last time. I couldn't walk right for 2 days" I mumbled the last part.

"We'll be gentle" Reggie spoke.

"I know you will Reg. It's them I'm worried about" I spoke earning a pointed look from Alex.

"Okay Luke"

"Am I that rough?" He asked a frown forming on his face.

"Sometimes" I admitted feeling a little bad.

"Gee I'm sorry baby" Luke spoke kissing the back of my hand.

"It's okay. I like it when I'm in the mood" I said watching as Alex walked around the couch.

"Well then boys why don't we help our girl relax for today" Alex said bending down in front of me. I bit my lip as he spread my legs open feeling a slight breeze hit my covered core.

"Well there's no need for your skirt or these" Alex spoke toying with the waistbands of both my skirt and panties.

I shimmied out of them with ease leaving me exposed to my best friends like I'd been many times before.

"She just gets prettier every time"

"And wetter"

"Mind if I taste baby?" Luke asked. I nodded my head, watching as he dipped his long fingers in between my folds. Moaning as he pulled them back up to see them glistening with my cum.

"So good" He whispered putting them in his mouth.

"Okay I want a taste now" Alex said opening my legs a little wider.

"Guys. A little help" I huffed as Luke and Reggie hooked themselves on each of my thighs to keep me still.

"Please" I begged getting more turned on by the second. The blonde didn't hesitate to latch onto my core. A loud moan escaping my lips.

"Oh fuck" I struggled to keep still as he moved his tongue skillfully through my folds. Lapping it inside and out as moans fell from my lips.

I whimpered as Reggie slowly began to rub my clit making the pleasure intensify.

"Use y-you're f-fingers" I mustered out Alex obeying my request sticking two fingers in my wet pussy. Picking up the pace. My eyes screwed shut as a familiar feeling of bliss coursed through me.

"Look at me baby" Luke muttered turning my head to look at him with his free hand. I opened my eyes looking into his blue ones covered with complete lust.

He was quick to smash his lips onto mine as the other two worked on building up my orgasm. Which wasn't far at the pace Alex was working on me.

"Holy shit!" I panted pulling away and throwing my head back at the amazing sensation of my orgasm hitting.

"You squirted princess" Alex grinned wiping away the liquids dribbling down his chin. I giggled at his swollen pink lips placing a quick peck to them.

"What now baby?" Luke asked rubbing his hand on my thigh.

I looked at the three boys before discarding any remaining clothes I had left. Watching as their eyes raked me up and down like many times before.

"Reg can you just fuck me today. I really need gentle" I begged as his cheeks turned bright red whenever I asked him to do something. Whether it was sexual or not.

"Sure beautiful" He smiled lopsidedly pushing his lips onto mine.

I sighed in content as he pushed me down on the couch. My head landing on Luke's lap giving me a little leverage.

"She's something else" Alex spoke to no one in particular.

"Your telling me" Reggie panted pulling away to undo his belt and jeans. I bit my lip looking up at the boy with the blue eyes. Who no surprise had a smirk plastered on his face.

"Condom" I heard Alex say presumably to Reggie. But I was too entrance in Luke's gaze wanting to include him. Upon hearing a ripping of a package I glance back at the boy who was hovering above me.

"I can do something for you after if you want" I bit my lip speaking towards Luke.

"It's okay baby. It's about you today" He said moving his hand down from my collarbone to my boob.

Reggie and I moaned simultaneously as he slowly entered me. Immediately stretching me out.

"So tight" He muttered beginning to move at a steady pace.

A squeal escaping my lips as Luke pinched my nipples paying close attention to each of them. He'd always been a boob guy.

I pulled Reggie down towards me our lips meeting in the middle as his speed began to increase.

Then there they were again. Fingers were now rubbing circles on my clit presumably Alex's sending my body into pure ecstasy.

I moaned loudly into Reggies mouth as I felt myself my inner walls clench around him. Earning a groan from the bassist. His thrust becoming more sloppy.

"Shit. Shit. Oh fuck" He cursed as his orgasm hit. Mine coming seconds after.

"Holy fuck Reg" I panted coming down from my high.

"That was pretty fucking hot princess" Alex spoke as Reggie got off of me to go throw away the condom.

"I try" I joked sitting up. Luke immediately removing his muscle tee and handing it to me.

"You do know this isn't gonna cover much up right?" I questioned him putting it on anyway.

"Who said we wanted you to cover up baby" He said pulling me under his arm. I sighed contently placing my hands on his bare torso.

"Anyways Reg why don't you go run her a bath inside the house" Alex suggested throwing me my panties that had been thrown onto the lazy boy.

"Got it!" Reggie said coming over and placing a chaste kiss to my lips before running out of the garage.

"I get to clean her up in the shower. Called it" Luke said as Alex wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Just as long as I get to put her to bed"

"Guys I've orgasmed twice today give me a break"

"Are you feeling more relaxed princess?"

Alex asked grinning at me.

"Much. Now if we could do that consistently for the next 2 weeks then I might be able to get through detention with Hayley without ripping her head off" I spoke earning a laugh from the two boys. Both of them knowing well that I wasn't joking.

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Up Next: Carrie Wilson x Reader

Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Alex x Male Reader

Luke Patterson x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

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[achliegh]

Bronze

Alright, I had this wonderful idea come into my head about Clayton, honestly he deserves his own fic. So here is his version of events! Lots will tie together with Golden so I recommend you read that as well. But you don’t have to of course.

Explaining:

Before Letter is the present.

Letter is updating the lives of the people back home, of whoever wrote it mostly.

After Letter is memory.

The first few letters will be very awkward because writing letters and not being sure what to talk about and what not to talk about is hard and confusing. Stick with me! Yes, this prologue is just a letter.

TW/CW: Discussions of death, miliatry training, smut, cringy jokes, underage drinking, dumb choices, swearing, and more later on.

Beta: @walking-crisis

Some Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Chapter 3:

Dear Uncle Sam

Copperhead Road (Line Dance Skip to 1 minute)

It was an uneventful night, they had just gotten back from an assignment that came up with nothing. Taking off his boots Clay was sitting on his cot, rolling his neck to crack it. Stiff from looking through a scope all day. A song that Clay wasn’t familiar was playing over the satellite radio, something old.

As he took his boots off the picture he always keeps in his left boot falls out and flutters to the floor, smiling he picks up the picture of Leo, Reg, Eloise, and himself smiling at the camera during Christmas one year at the Dumias’ house. He sets it next to him and tugs off his other boot where his other photo falls out. He can’t help the sad and lonely smile that creeps onto his face. Running his thumb over their faces he reminds himself that he has two weeks until he sees them again.

Thomas and Noelle were the last faces he saw before a loud bang and bright lights were all he saw.

Sitting up as soon as the light dulled he felt a shock flow through his body and gasped for breath. Grabbing his chest a sudden heat shot through the back of his head to the left side of his forehead.

“Hey, hey, hey, it's okay.” A voice caught his attention, looking around he spotted a man that looked familiar but not at the same time.

“Where am I!? What happened? Am I dead!?”

“Do you feel dead?”

“... I don’t know”

“We’ll come back to that in a moment. Do you remember your name?” The man moves to sit at the edge of Clay’s bed from where he was standing in the doorway.

“Clayton London Bruss. Now where am I?” Clay lifts his hand up to his forehead where the pain still throbs and feels bandages.

“You’re in a recovery center, you were shot by one of your superior officers.” Clays eyes widen and he lays back down. Then he remembers his pictures and a feeling of guilt washed over him.

“I’m Grev Kinter, I’ll be helping you recover.” The man held out his hand for clay to shake.

He didn’t take his hand.

Dear Dancer,

Long time no write, haven’t heard from you in a couple months. I hope you’re still kicking ass out there. I do miss you… a lot. You come home in 2 weeks. I can survive, but I am getting impatient.

Oh! Remember that dance and song that made me realize I liked you? I finally learned the dance! That means we can dance when you get home.

I may be able to skate like it's nothing but I can’t line dance for shit. But, I learned for you… and because it gets stuck in my head all the time.

When you get home we have to go to this new restaurant that sells a bunch of southern foods because I need to know if it's authentic or not. I eat there everyday you're deployed just to remind me of you.

Was that too cheesy?

Well, I haven’t gotten to be cheesy in a while to you so… Deal with it.

I hope you get this before you are on your way home or else you’ll have no clue what I’m talking about.

All the love,

Thomas

P.S

Noelle says hello!

“I fucking hate those boots.” Leo runs the back of his thigh where Clayton just kicked him with his cherry red pointed toe boots. Smiling, he pats Leo’s shoulder.

“You're just jealous you can’t look this good.” They went to sit at their normal table, Reg sat in between them. It’s where he feels most comfortable. They ordered drinks as they waited for the team to arrive, the music was swinging, people were laughing. It was a relaxed night.

Clay was a bit nervous though, he had gotten close to a specific person on the team and he recently found out that that person was already in a relationship. He had gotten her number from Logan somehow, he didn’t know how those two knew each other, he had called the girlfriend to let her know that he and the teammate had been talking. The next thing he knew he was on the phone with her for hours, talking about him, life, hockey and how Clay had no idea how to follow the game.

She was something special, but Clay knew that those two were happy together so he tried to just be friendly with them. New friends never hurt anyone. Then he saw them in person again and being just friends suddenly became a lot harder.

Thomas, a whole 6’2” man of solid muscle broader than clay himself and just the light in the room. He has the nickname Talkie because he loves to chat with anyone, for hours, including Clay. It felt like he had known Thomas for years when really it was only a number of months.

Noelle balanced him out perfectly, she is smart as hell, quiet but still goofy with Thomas. She was taller than Logan by an inch and won’t let him forget it, her long brown hair was constantly up in a ponytail. She also plays hockey but not professionally, she plays for fun. Clay doesn’t know her job yet but he wants to know everything about her.

It was just the guys coming out tonight because Judy invited the women and whoever didn’t want to come out over to have a wine tasting of Garland’s homemade wine. Clay was out on the floor dancing with one of his friends from highschool when the team came in. He made his way back over to them when the song ended and joined them in a round of shots.

He makes eye contact with Thomas for a second too long and he quickly looks away to Reg who is coughing from the burn of the drink and pats his back. After a couple of minutes of chatting and joking Clay's favorite song came on.

“Leo! Come on!” Clay drags Leo onto the floor right in front as the music gets past the intro. Logan was supporting himself on the table next to a smug Finn. Thomas and James were watching as they started the dance. The light changed to this dull yellow light that swirled around the floor landing on dancers every once in a while.

Clay and Leo were constantly under the light because everyone knew them there. Anytime Clay looked up he always felt a specific set of eyes on him. Dark brown and soft. Clay lost himself in the music, dancing was something he enjoyed to a fault. Once he gets in the zone he can’t be talked to.

Swinging his legs, kicking to the beat, stomping in time he smiles to himself. Starting to sweat he untucks his tank top from his jeans. He tips his head back until the stomp comes up and whips his head forward when he stomps.

The words in this song always get to him, especially something that he was planning to do already… without telling anyone.

“I volunteered for the army on my birthday.” He hums along kicking in a circle and kicking Leo’s ankle just to mess with him. He laughs when Leo flips him off. Smiling as the song ends, he is panting and sweating.

“I always forget how that dance makes me feel out of shape.” Leo flings his arm over Clay's shoulder as they walk back over to the table and take gulps of their drinks. “I’m going for a smoke, anyone else?” Clay nods, Sirius and Logan follow them along with Thomas. Clay didn’t see him as a smoker but everyone has surprises.

“Light me.” Clay holds out his cig as Leo finishes lighting his own, rolling his eyes Leo does after he passes his own to Logan. Sirius came outside for some fresh air and is chatting with Thomas who also came out here for that reason. Taking a drag and leaning against the wall, he looks up at the stars that are poking through the clouds. Closing his eyes he falls back into his own world for an unknown amount of time.

“Coming back in?” Clay blinks his eyes open to see Thomas standing by himself in front of him. His heart feels like it stops beating for a moment. “I mean it is pretty nice outside, I wouldn't mind staying out here. Especially with you.” Clay choked on the drag he was taking from his cigarette when Thomas mumbles the last thing he said. He feels a large palm on his back, not patting but rubbing his back.

Clay looks at him and takes a deep breath and shrugs the hand off of him.

“Let’s go back in. this isn’t something you want, Thomas” He stumps out his cig on the bottom of his boot and pushes off the wall.

“What do you mean?” Clay looks back at him and his face softens when he sees a look of hope and confusion in Thomas's gorgeous eyes. “I mean, I’m straight… or I think I am, but maybe I’m not and I just- I don’t know anymore.” Thomas reaches out to Clay and grabs his pinky finger with his pointer and pulls Clay closer to him.

“I don’t think you are straight, maybe you forgot but I am a man.”

“I know.” Suddenly Clay's back is to the brick of the alley and rough hands are on his waist. He watches Thomas lean forward, pausing for a second to make sure this was what Clay wanted. Clay stares into his eyes then glances down at his lips. Nodding slightly he feels Thomas surge forwards and connect their lips.

It was like his blood turned to fire, a sensation he has never felt before. Their lips moved in sync with each, Clay constantly being pulled against Thomas with his greedy hands and his own arms gripping Thomas's t-shirt. After a couple of minutes they pulled away for breath and Thomas backed away.

Thomas Left. Clay went to find Reg.

Noelle needed to know.

[biotic-boshtet]

Aftermath - Chapter 7

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Start at the Beginning

Doubt (and Duct Tape)

“Norah Jean!”

“I’m so sorry, Jeff.”

The comm dies and the pod launches. The fireball blooms in slow motion.

She’s spinning.

Spinning.

Spinning.

Suffocating.

-

Norah Jean snaps awake. The first thing her eyes land on are the multitude of stars through the skylight. They used to be so beautiful. Now she can’t even breathe, staring up at them. Can’t tear her eyes away from the cold, emotionless lights. She’s vaguely aware of her corona flickering in and out, rising and falling with her shallow breaths. The comforter is tangled around her legs. She focuses on what she can feel. Her hands are balled up in the sheets, clenching so hard her knuckles hurt. Her body is drenched in sweat, soaking her t-shirt and shorts. The air circulating through the cabin is frigid, cooling her sticky skin.

She can almost take a normal breath.

The soft whir of the fan pointed at her bed breaks through her thoughts. Norah Jean takes a breath, listening to the subtle hum of the drive core, then the sound of the empty fish tank. She can smell the air freshener on the desk, apple cinnamon, it smells like home. She shifts slightly, and the smell of her shampoo wafts up from the pillow.

Her mouth tastes like blood. She must have bitten her cheek before she woke up.

Norah Jean can finally look away from the stars, can a deep breath. She sits up and puts her feet on the cold floor, holding her head in her hands. She won’t be getting back to sleep tonight. This marks the sixth night in a row she’s had that nightmare. She learned on night three that falling back asleep only brings more of them.

She gets up and walks to the desk. Half a dozen reports sit stacked next to the computer. The clock reads 0200. With a sigh she sits down and picks the first pad off the stack. They won’t read themselves.

-

Her cabin is cold, just the way she likes it, and Kaidan is wrapped up completely in her comforter on the bed. She climbs onto the mattress and peels away the edge of the blanket to shimmy under and cuddle close to him. He stirs when her cold hands touch his warm skin, rolling over to face her.

“Hey, Sugar. Didn’t think you’d show.” He presses a kiss to her nose.

“Didn’t think I’d show? This is my cabin.”

“I missed you so much.”

“What? Kaidan, I haven’t gone anywhere.”

“Two years is a long time, Norah Jean.”

“I haven’t left, I’ve been here the whole time!”

“No, you haven’t. You died. None of this is real, Sugar.”

“No. Let’s just go to sleep, this is just a nightmare, everything will be okay when we get up.”

“Norah Jean, you need to open your eyes. It’s time to wake up.”

She blinks and they aren’t in her cabin anymore. Alarms wail all around her and Kaidan faces her, fully suited up.

“Joker’s still in the cockpit, he won’t abandon ship. I’m not leaving either!”

Alarms give way to the silence of space as the Normandy crumbles around her. In seconds, nothing but stars surround her.

She can’t breathe.

-

With a start, Norah jean sits up in her desk chair. Her datapads are scattered across the desktop, and the clock reads 0430. She leans back and rubs her face, covered in lines from the datapad she fell asleep on. She gets up and heads for the gym in the cargo bay.

-

After a few hours of deliberation, looking between the roll of duct tape, the folded bedsheet, and the skylight, she keys the comm frequency for the main battery.

“Hey, Garrus, are you busy right now?”

“Well, I was in the middle of some calibrations, but I’ve been looking for an excuse to run a full system diagnostic. Please tell me you need my services for two hours or so.”

“I do need your help with something, I don’t think it’ll take me two hours though. Meet me up in my cabin?”

“On my way.”

Several minutes later, the door chimes as Garrus walks through. He makes the Turian approximation of a whistle as he looks around.

“Damn, Shepard, you’re living like a queen up here. What’s a guy like me gotta do to get a view like this?”

“Oh? I’ll trade you. I’d sleep better in the down in the guts of the ship anyway.”

“You’re not sleeping?” His mandibles twitch and he looks long and hard at her face, as if only now seeing the dark circles under her eyes.

“Only a little bit. Not nearly enough. But that’s why I called you up here actually, because I have a plan.” She turns to grab the folded sheet and roll of duct tape from the bed. “We’re covering the skylight.”

“’We’?”

“Yes. As you can see,” Norah Jean stands on the bed and reaches one arm up. Even on her toes, she doesn’t come anywhere close to touching the ceiling. “I can’t reach it myself, and this bed is attached very firmly to the floor. So, I need you to give me a boost.”

“A… boost?”

“Yes, Garrus, stand on the bed and pick me up so I can reach the ceiling.”

“Okay. And if I drop you?”

“Are you already planning to?” She laughs at the way his mandibles twitch.

“No! I just don’t want you stabbing me because I accidentally dropped you!”

“Garrus, where would I be hiding a knife? My hair isn’t long enough to do that anymore. Even if you do drop me, I’ll land on the bed, its fine. If you’re that worried about dropping me, I can just sit on your shoulders.”

“I like that, that sounds more secure.”

“Okay then let’s do it, lemme climb on.” Garrus climbs onto the bed and kneels down, so she can climb onto his shoulders.

“So, what is it humans say about duct tape? That it fixes everything?” He slowly stands to his full height, wobbling a bit between the squishy mattress and the marine on his shoulders.

“200 plus years and it hasn’t failed us yet. Even in space, there’s use for it.”

“Maybe Ceruberus should’ve used a bit of it on you, might’ve sped the process up.”

“I’m not gonna give that the dignity of a response.” She lays the sheet over she arm and tears off a strip of tape.

It takes them almost thirty minutes to securely fix the sheet to the skylight. The first corner she’d taped up peeled off once two sides were plastered to the steel. Then as they finished the final corner, the second corner sagged down. By the time everything is secure they’ve gone through a roll and a half of tape, and Garrus is lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

“Tell me when the room stops spinning okay?”

“Here, this’ll fix it.” Norah Jean tears off a square of duct tape and sticks it to Garrus’ armor.

He lifts his head and opens one eye to look at his new silver patch. “It really does fix everything.”

-

Norah Jean sits on her too-soft bed and stares at her armor on its rack. She’s put herself through countless armor drills, just like the Academy’s, but still, she can’t get her time under three minutes. Major Mabbit would have her ass.

She walks over to the rack and starts the timer.

Two minutes and fifty-six seconds. Progress. Hopefully she won’t need to suddenly get ready to drop anytime soon. She takes her time pulling the armor off, inspecting the slowly growing collection of scratches and dents. Ghosts her fingers over the dent on her chestplate from one of Garrus’ concussive rounds. On one of her greaves, a gouge from an impromptu sparring session with Jack out in the field. A square of silver duct tape right in the middle of her left pauldron. The signs of a stranger’s armor slowly becoming hers.

-

The door to the cockpit slides open, and Joker glances over his shoulder to see Norah Jean come in. She scuffs a foot on the floor before sighing and sitting down, hugging her knees to her chest.

“Uh-oh, you’ve got that look that means you’re thinking about one specific thing too much. Spill it.”

“I’m still me, right? I’m still the person you grew up with? Your old high school sweetheart?”

Joker sighs, turning his chair to face where she’s sitting on the floor. “Norah Jean, why-“

“Just. Answer the question. Please.”

“It’s a complicated question, so you’re getting a complicated answer, just a warning. Yes, and no. Of course, you’re not the same person you were in high school. You’re not even the same person you were when you graduated from the Academy and left Arcturus. But that’s normal, hell, even encouraged. You came away from Akuze like a ghost, you’d been through hell and back, but you were still you. People don’t just walk away from trauma without changing, Norah Jean that’s just not how that works. It’s unfair to expect yourself to be the exact same person you were when you saved the Citadel. You got spaced for fuck’s sake, and you remember it? That changes people. So yeah, you’ve changed, but everyone changed when the Normandy went down, whether they want to admit it or not.”

“That’s not what-“

“If you’re asking me if I think you’re some Cerberus controlled zombie, the answer is hell no, absolutely not. If Cerberus had a chip in your brain, I don’t think I’d be able to beat you at Scrabble.”

Norah Jean snorts and rolls her eyes. “Wow, that’s the metric you’re going by? I didn’t realize the bar was so low.”

“It’s more of a combination of things.”

“Do you ever wonder about how life would be if we’d stayed together after the Academy?”

“Telling you “No.” would be lying and I try not to lie to you, you’ve got a weird knack for figuring that shit out.”

“Because you have a shitty poker face, Jeff.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyway, I try not to dwell on it, it was 10 years ago. I can guaran-god-damn-tee that if we were still together in ’83 I wouldn’t have been piloting the Normandy because there’s no way Anderson would’ve passed up having you as his XO. Do I regret breaking up with you? No, not really, because without worrying about the regs, you got to chase down what you wanted from your career, and I got to pilot this sweet, sweet ship. Yeah, at first it sucked because you needed space and that space meant we didn’t so much as message each other for 2 years, but it was worth it. And plus, I like our friendship better this way, we’ve got a good thing going here. Now grab the Scrabble set, get your ass in your chair, and we’ll see how many games I win this time.”

“You spend all this time building me up just to break me down again, I see how it is.”

“I’ve gotta keep you in check somehow, Norah Jean.”

[chaoslaura]

Don’t Wanna Fight

Prompt Angst 1: “I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

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The air in the studio that day was tense the moment every member set foot into their practice room as usual on a Wednesday afternoon. While everyone else was busy tuning their instruments and making sure everything was set up the right way, Luke was the last one to arrive and two pairs of eyes were following him as soon as he plopped in. The only one who wasn’t looking his way and not even lifting his head to find out who was coming through the door was Alex, and there laid the origin of the problem.

This morning in school Reggie and Bobby learned from Alex that he and Luke had some kind of argument the previous evening when they were alone in the studio, long after the others left for their way home. Alex wasn’t spilling any details about the subject or why and who it started, but it was evident the discussion didn’t come to an end. At least not to an agreement. Alex seemed way to bitter to be over the conversation between him and Luke and that became more apparent as he was avoiding Luke at lunch which resulted in a hurt expression on Luke’s face and Alex spending the time in the library while Bobby and Reggie didn’t quiet know what to do or how to fix this. Not without knowing what the real problem was.

Sure, Luke was thick headed and loud and exuberant when it came to things he loved, and he could also hold onto and defend his opinions profusely, but that was nothing they learned just yesterday. It made arguing with him quite difficult, but it always ended in hugs or at least a clap on the shoulder and an apology from Luke.

But it was apparent that that didn’t occur last night and that was new. They never parted ways without speaking things out and making sure the others were okay. So, whatever happened between Alex and Luke must have been serious, and Reggie and Bobby were watching from the side-lines because not even Luke wanted to spill the beans about last night’s events while they sat at lunch. Only three instead of being four on the table.

Luke didn’t give any indication that todays practice was blown of, that’s how the four of them met again in the studio that afternoon, and Reggie and Bobby were looking for any signs in Luke’s demeanour that indicated a coming confrontation.  

In the meantime, the boy grabbed for his guitar, seeing as he was the last one to arrive, and laid the notebook in front of him. He acted like always and when he turned around to make sure his friends were ready to start, a small smile was on his face, nothing like his usual beaming grin but better than nothing Reggie supposed.  

Alex was oddly concentrated on his drums even though he could play the beat to Now or Never in his sleep and prevented his gaze to wave over to Luke, instead focusing on Reggie today who was standing in front of the kit and felt the stare on his back. It was distracting to feel that presence on his skin and one or more time his fingers weren’t gripping the strings in the right way and the wrong sound left his bass.  

After the third playthrough, Luke shifted his guitar to his back and let out a sigh while looking at Reggie. 

“What?” He asked then when Luke made no move to explain his annoyance. 

“You aren’t your best today, that’s all.”  

Luke’s irritation was rubbing off on Reggie, mixed with his anger that no one was telling him anything. It reminded him too much of his situation at home and he thought at least here, they had no secrets. “And? It’s practice, I’m allowed to make mistakes, we aren’t on stage right now.” 

“You should always give your best as if you were on stage.” Luke countered back.  

 Bobby who until now only stood by, set down his guitar and plopped down on the couch, propping his feet up instantly. “Luke, Reg was great, stop letting your frustration out on him. Why don’t we take a short break and calm down, okay?”  

Reggie was grateful for Bobby stepping in and defending him and sat down beside him, searching for soothing contact, but Luke only huffed. “Really? We have a gig this Friday, we should practice nonstop now to make sure it’s perfect till then.” 

“We will be perfect Luke, don’t worry. But it’s not helping when you go off on one of us even though it’s nothing.”  

“Nothing? It’s like you all don’t take this seriously. That gig is important, okay? When we do great, it could take us to bigger venues, which is the reason we are working our asses off for months now. I just want you in your best form, is that too much to ask for?” The way Luke was gesturing wildly with his arms meant he was working himself up, but Bobby wasn’t one to subside. 

“No, it’s not, but you could be nicer about it” He said with a stern voice to match Luke.  

Reggie was only moving his head to look at whoever currently spoke, Luke or Bobby, not really knowing what he could say to ease the tension that filled the room. His arms were crossed in front of him and his hands held onto the fabric of his flannel on either side, playing with it to calm the uneasiness that bubbled up in him.  

“I’m sorry okay? I will play better, can we just get back into practicing, please?” Came stumbling out his mouth before he could think too much about it. Maybe he should’ve gone with a joke, but none came to his mind fast enough, which was a new occurrence in itself.  

 Bobby looked at him then with a questioning look. “Reg, you don’t have to apologize, you did nothing wrong, you know that right?”  

 Deep down Reggie knew that Bobby was right, more so when he looked in Bobby’s eyes that shone with sincerity so much that Reggie had to avert his gaze until it landed on Luke who stood there with his hands on his hips.  

“Can’t believe you guys. Tell me when you two are finished flirting.” He breathed out and turned around to put down his guitar when it became apparent, they wouldn’t come around to playing soon.  

“Luke! What the hell?” Bobby stood up and walked around the coffee table in Luke’s direction. “What is going on with you? Why are you so on edge?” Laying a hand on Luke’s shoulder like they do when they want to reassure the other. “Did something happen at home? Did you and Emily-“  

“Leave it Bobby.” Luke said in a tight voice and slipped off Bobby’s hand. “I better leave.”  

“Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.” Another voice chimed in from the back of the studio. It was Alex, who until now sat back on his stool behind the drum kit and watched the scene play out as a spectator rather than a participant. His voice was snappy and cut through the air like a knife.  

The words must cut deep too as Luke flinched and tightened his jaw from the words directed at him. All the boys knew that Luke spend more than one night sleeping here in the loft instead of home after a particular bad fight with his mum that left him too frustrated to spend the night under the same roof as her. It was a low blow from Alex and the intention was clear.  

Luke’s head snapped back to Alex and they really looked at each other for the first time today even if it was more a glare.  

“At least I know when it’s better to let it go and leave a situation that wouldn’t turn out the way I would like it to do anyways.”  

 Alex had a tight grip on his sticks and Reggie worried that they could snap any second. “But maybe you should stand up for yourself from time to time instead of letting everything happen to you.”  

 Luke was ready to say something back. The words ready on the tip of his tongue, but Bobby stopped him before he could spill them with a hand in the air. “Wowkay guys, I’ve had enough. Will somebody finally tell me what happened between you yesterday?”  

Shaking his head, he continued, “Honestly I’ve never seen you acting like this, like children. What was so bad you can’t get along for one practice?”  

He had a firm look on Luke, Alex diverted his gaze to look at the floor instead. 

“Alex wants to tell his parents.” Luke mumbled. 

Bobby furrowed his brows, not quite yet on the same page as Luke. “Huh? What does he want to tell them?”  

Alex spoke up again with newfound confidence and straight back. “I want to come out to them.”  

“That’s so dumb.” Luke whispered between breaths, barely audible but it made Alex roll his eyes.  

For a moment it was silent in the studio. Reggie was still seated on the couch, not daring to breath too loud, Luke was shaking his head at Alex’s plan, shuffling over to his guitar to play with one of the knobs, Bobby was apparently deep in thought, nibbling on his lower lip, and Alex … he was the only one who had a determined look on his face and was waiting for the others to say something.    

It was Bobby who disrupted the silence. “So, let me get this clear. You two haven’t spoken a word to each other since yesterday because Alex wants to tell his parents that he’s gay? What is your problem Luke?”  

“My problem? Our problem will be a broken Alex because he doesn’t seem to understand that his parents will never accept him. He will tell them, and they will … I don’t know, but it won’t be kind. They won’t give him the response he deserves. I- I’m not saying they will stop loving him, but we all know what their stance on people like Alex is.” Turning around to Alex he looks at him with pleading eyes.  

 “Alex, please. I wish it were different and we would live in a world where nobody cares about something like this, but we don’t, and especially people like your parents are the reason we don’t. I just can’t stand you being upset and disappointed after telling them the truth. You were so devasted after Blake found out and people started talking behind your back in school. And we didn’t even know them. But you love your parents and when they don’t have your back, I’m scared it will break you, and I can’t watch that happening.”  

 Bobby saw tears gathering in Luke’s eyes and started rubbing his back gently but looking at Alex he saw the same. Alex may try to look tougher than he is but behind that mask he was clearly hurt.  

“Alex.” Luke started again, softer this time after his initial outbreak. “I didn’t want to offend you or anything. I just wanted to protect you.”  

“You don’t have to.” Alex sighed. “It’s not your job. I know where you’re coming from, but I have to tell them. I’m not ashamed of who I am. I need them to understand why I won’t ever go on a date with Daisy from church, or take a girl to prom, or get married. I just can’t lie to them anymore. Of course, I hope that they will support me, and I also know that there is a chance they won’t. But to find that out I have to say it out loud.” Finally standing up from behind his drums, discarding his sticks, Alex came over to Luke and took a hand in his own. “And if it gets really bad, I know I have you guys. But I have to do this. For me.”  

Luke sniffled a bit and brought a hand to his eyes to stop the tears threating to fall and squeezed Alex hand to show he was good. “I don’t know why I’m crying, normally you’re the emotional one.” Luke laughed wetly and Alex smiled at him.            

“You know, I don’t know if that title really fits him anymore.” Bobby commented and tousled through Luke’s hair who swapped his hand away.           

Suddenly Reggie dived from the couch and crashed into the guys with his arms around them all, or well, as good as possible, snuggling them all closer with Alex almost in the middle.          

“Reggie? You good?” Alex breathed out with the little space he could work with, throwing a glance over to said boy.            

“I just love you guys so much. And sometimes you remind me I’m not the only dumbass in the room.”           

“Excuse me?!”            

[mara-tevith-solo]

Real Funny - part 2

Something I’ve been slow cooking for a few years, a little all over the place. Some plot pieces aren’t mine, just something I played with.

Trigger Warning; Contains swearing, violence, mentions of nudity

I grinned cheekily before we all left. When we got back, the war was minutes from starting up again. When we finally got the Separatists off of the planet, we were allowed to rejoin the rest of the fleet and I was allowed to walk around in something other than armor. "Isn't that against regs?" That all too welcomed voice practically purred as they finally made their presence known. 

I sat up from the crate I was laying on, smiling broadly "General Kenobi allows me a few freedoms." I retorted, looking up at Wolffe. His expression was particularly warm that evening. 

Without any warning, the particularly sarcastic clone pounced, collecting me into his arms and capturing my lips with his as though they were prisoners of war "Do you have any idea how hard it is to be so close to you and act like you're just another soldier?" He growled against my lips in our secluded little spot.

"I have an idea." I purred in response, smiling coyly "So, your place or mine, Commander?" I asked with a low, seductive tone as I looked up at him through my lashes. We both already knew the answer; as a Commander, he had his own quarters. I still shared a bunk bed with Waxer in the main sleeping area for visiting legions. He left our little spot first, and I followed a few minutes after, taking a longer way around to get to his quarters. As soon as the door closed behind me, he lips were on mine again, his hands holding me against his body tightly. We helped each other out of our clothes and laid in his bed, more interested in each other's company, than sex.

As usual, I woke up before everyone else and was out of the room and hid in the mess, sipping caf until everyone else was moderately awake "Missed ya last night." Hardcase yawned, plonking his tray down before joining it.

"Couldn't sleep." I gave him a tight lipped smile before turning back to my caf. I hated lying to my friends and brothers. But if it leaked that Wolffe and I were... it would end very badly for everyone. He gave me an understanding pat on the shoulder, thinking that my nightmares were acting up again. I mentally beat the crap out of myself for keeping a most trusted vod in the dark.

"Anyone up for Nega-ball?" Cody asked, Wolffe and Rex on either side of him. Three quarters of those in the mess stood up and made to follow the three commanding officers, Hardcase included as he tried to pull me up. When that didn't work, he threw me over his shoulder and made his way after the group.

"Caught a live one, didn't ya?" Fives laughed, slapping my thigh as Hardcase fell into step beside him.

My squeak caught the attention of a certain, maybe slightly overprotective, Commander "What are you doing to Sergeant Val?" Wolffe scowled, coming up from behind the two. He was very much not pleased with how the two were conducting themselves with me.

Hardcase couldn't put me down fast enough as he whirled around, blushing and saluting hurriedly "S-sorry sir, we were only fooling around." His scowl deepened into a glare and he had to put his hands behind his back because, bet you ten credits, he was clenching them into fists.

"It's alright Commander, they're on my 'top three most trusted' list. They didn't mean anything besides camaraderie." I stepped up, approaching him to show that I really was alright while essentially telling him that they were my best friends, topped only by him. I felt the two staring at me, wide eyed, as the Commander deflated a fraction and his expression softened. 

"Get to the gym." Was his parting order before he moved around us and down the abandoned hallway. 

"Dude!" Hardcase exclaimed when the commander had turned the corner, the three of us following at a slower pace.

"How did you talk him out of handing us our asses?" Fives finished, staring at me as though I had grown a third head.

"The Commander and I are friends. He and Master Plo were the first ones to find me and bring me to the Temple. Why do you think I have a grey Loth-wolf on my shoulder?" I tapped my shoulder piece to reinforce my point as they started freaking out, having never made the connection.

"So you're an honorary Wolfpack member?" Fives gushed as Hardcase practically jumped on my back and made me give him a piggyback ride. Bastard. 

"I think the more appropriate answer is that I was adopted by Master Plo as one of his many children." I groaned, my knees shaking with every step. I dropped him unceremoniously with the other troopers as Cody and Wolffe were picking teams. 

"Val, get over here!" Cody called, waving me over as I tried to retreat to a safe spot to sit.

"Nah, I think I'll sit out. Both Kix and Wark look like they'll fill me full of needles if I joined in." I laughed, warily watching the two glaring medics who had had to patch me up last time we had all played Nega-ball. 

He glanced at them, equally as wary "Sounds like a good plan." He nodded, clearing his throat as they resumed picking. "So what's the wager?" Cody asked, hands on his hips as he faced Wolffe and his team.

"Winning Commander gets Val to tag along next mission." Alright, so I was a bit of a floater. Sue me.

"No can do sadly, Skywalker already reserved her for the 501st's next mission." Cody frowned. Wolffe scowled and couldn't resist looking at me from the corner of his eye. "How about this, next time we get leave, winning team gets a day with her." Oh if Cody only knew. They shook on it as all of them stripped off their torso armor and Wolffe's team took off their blacks shirts. I blushed at the sight of Wolffe's barrel chested glory, several small white scars dotting his waist and arms. He knew I blushed at the sight of him, he puffed up almost as soon as I did. The game was certainly as hairy and brutal as usual. Sometimes it was like the clones just kind of disregarded sport safety rules.

Of course, we never went back to Coruscant, instead, moving cruisers so that we could have a better spread in our attack of Umbara. Of course, the Umbarans changed over to the Seppies after their Senator had mysteriously been assassinated.... most likely by the Separatists... but that's just my opinion. The Republic was outmatched, out classed, and out teched, but by Odin, we were going to fight the good fight. It wasn't until the surface of the dark planet that I realized just how much my warnings had gone over the heads of the Council. Krell swooped in and took over command of the 501st, saying that the Chancellor needed Skywalker for some benign reason. 

First thing I did as soon as I saw Krell exit his gunship was hide behind Fives and have a panic attack, bucket removed as I pressed my forehead against his back, mumbling numbers in as many languages I knew, as high as I could go and back. He just stood there, one hand squeezing the one that he had pried from trying to scratch at the chinks in my armor. "Stand in attention, in my presence trooper!" Krell barked in my general direction. Fives stiffened as I quickly put my bucket back on and stepped out from behind him.

"S-sorry sir." I stuttered, still trying to regain total control over myself. I knew exactly what that motherfucker was going to do, and my attempt to stop it, had been brushed aside. 

"What's your number, Trooper." His eyes narrowed as his lower set of arms folded behind his back and his upper set crossed over his chest. He moved so that he was behind me, ignoring the others as they tried to close ranks around me as subtly as possible. 

"Sergeant Val, sir." I couldn't let him know that he bothered me, that he was getting so far under my skin that I was shaking. My head was full of nothing but white noise.

"Are you such a deformed clone, that not only your height and voice are wrong? I asked for your number, Clone." He snarled, stepping closer. I was filled with sudden, blinding rage as he went on a racist rant "You can't even put your armor on correctly!" He spat. 

My resolve rocketed out the window at that last comment as I whirled around, taking off my helmet and getting closer to the vulgar behemoth "I am a woman, General! Are you satisfied?" I snapped, feeling Fives frantically hook onto my belt and attempt to pull me back closer to himself and Rex. But I was planted, I would not back down, willingly or not. "My name is Sergeant Valeri MacCloud, I am from a planet called Earth and I am twenty six years old. I asked, are you satisfied, sir?" I barked, using my best drill sergeant voice as I glared up at the rogue Jedi, daring him to court marshal me, or worse, kill me. 

[mrneighbourlove]

Cruel Red Sea (Finale) : Ch 10. The Unforgiving Tide

"Great, now I'm having to deal with the other you." Seer muttered to himself under his breath. He got up and went into his bathroom to splash cold water on his face. Hopefully, there was still some of that sleeping tonic to help him doze. If he was asleep, he would not have any chance of scaring or hurting anyone. "If you're going to be a dick about this too, then just leave."

Seth did what he did best. Grabbing a belt, he suddenly wrapped it around Seer's neck. "You haven't made a good impression on me, Erling Frode..."

Seer was not expecting any violence. As soon as the belt went around his neck, the man's hands did not reach for the leather, but backwards behind his head. He clawed at the assassin's eyes, and put all his weight backwards, slamming him into the wall.

Seth hissed like a snake, followed by laughter. "That's more like it."

With a growl he made a sharp kick at one of Seer's kneecaps.

During all his years with Corsaire, the captain attempted to teach Seer some self defense. If Seer was being honest with himself, he was not much of a fighter. He was best in the water, where his heightened sense of echolocation was like an actual pair of eyes. However, that did not mean he could not throw a punch or two. As he fell forward, Seer grabbed the back of the man's neck and flipped him over his shoulder... into the tub.

Seth gurgled as his head was dunked in the water from a morning bath. He gripped the tubs edge to pull himself out. "Bakura's not going to remember any of the new scars I'm going to mark you with. I love slaves."

Now that pissed Seer off. Grabbing Seth's head, he slammed it against the edge of the tub and held the man under water.

"If you were going to kill me, you should have done it before drugging me, asshole!"

Seth yelled in pain, blood and a dent in his forehead forming. His mind was getting hazy. Relying on his own technique, he was glad that weakling Bakura never learned it. Able to move three meters, Seth pressed both hands on the tub floor. A small portal opened up beneath him and Seer. It took the men into the living room, falling with a tumble from the roof. Seth got to his feet, grabbing a knife. "Hope that hearts beating fast now, because I'm going to rip it out!"

Seer's sense of perception was thrown off when the two of them fell through the portal. Yet, he was not giving up, that was not part of his nature. Knowing Bakura, the man had weapons everywhere on his person, probably even one up his ass. Feeling wildly, Seer felt of the fire poke and swung... hitting the man right in the jaw.

Seth gripped his jaw and hissed in unbelievable torment. Damn that Bakura for leaving his mask off. He turned to Seer, deciding to mock his other, and perhaps uses the mans feelings. "Did you know Bakura likes you? Loves how close you are to the girls? Even wants you to fuck him."

Seer stumbled to his feet, holding the poker as tight as he could. His blind eyes were moving here and there, placing Seth's voice.

"If you're trying to throw me off, it's not going to work." Seer told him, holding the poker like a bat. "Get the hell out of my house."

"Yes, you're right. Perhaps I can go play with dear little Liz. Reminds me of her mother." Seer received a stab into the back of his shoulder from behind.

Seer inhaled sharply as the knife made contact, swinging around and trying to hit the man with the poker.

"Even if you take me down, the others won't let you lay a finger on those girls." Seer had to think quickly. If only he was near the water. Should he take a chance and make a run for it? Would Seth even follow him? "They'll hate you forever. Do you really want that?"

"You think I care? I know it will break Bakura's heart. And perhaps his mind enough for me to finally be perfectly in control." A demonic glee left Seth as he gave a kick to Seer’s chest. "Oh Mr. Frode. Thank you for such a beautiful idea."

"No wonder Adda broke up with you, you're crazier than the Frost King." Seer swung at him again, barely missing the man. If he wanted to play this physiological game, he'd respond in turn, ten times worse. "No wonder she gave me the girls, I'm the more adequate father. No wonder she wanted to get back at you for hurting her! You think that you're some high and mighty assassin, someone that can just kill people for fun? Look what it's gotten you, you blabbering moron! You lost two precious treasures, a potential happy life with Adda, and worst of all, you pissed me off." He had to knock him out. Bakura would regain control then. Seth had him cornered in the kitchen... which was his mistake. He heard one step, then two, and took a chance. Holding up the poker to block Seth's assault, Seer grabbed the iron skillet... and slammed Seth across the head with it.

"You little blind rat. Adda is a mere play thing to me. She stole my toys from me. That is all the girls are to me." Seth grew into a rage, smacking Seer around. A kick to the ribs, a punch to the face. Using his portal, he appeared behind Seer, throwing himself for a dropkick to launch Seer into the kitchen. "First, I think I'll skin you alive for whatever family member of the day comes by. But not before tearing your ears out. You can go deaf and blind before I slay you. Liz will learn to enjoy the agony I bring upon her after I-" Mid his monologue, Seth received the skillet across his head. It didn't knock him out, but the strike was so hard to the head, his brain lost control of his legs, stumbling back before crashing to the floor hard. "M-my legs. I-I can't boove my regs. Wrut iz goiiing on? B-Bastard."

"You won't touch my girls!" Seer bellowed as he brought down the frying pan again across Seth's back. "You will never win, you asshole! You bastard! You're the reason Adda doesn't want the girls to know their heritage! Go to hell!!"

Seth grabbed a knife, snarling. He'd make Bakura pay for placing him into this situation. "I think not Mr. Frode."

Mustering the strength, Seth used a portal to fall outside of the house, away from Seer's reach.

"NO!" Seer felt of the ground where Seth fell through, knowing that he would not catch him in time. He nearly tripped over his own feet trying to get out of the house. "ELIZABETH!!!" He ran at full speed, knowing it was not a good idea, but did so anyway. "ALEXANDRIA!!!"

Revy was playing with Boof at the stables, when she heard a knock at the barn doors. Turning around, she saw Liz. She didn’t mean to have it show, but hurt filled Revy’s face. “H-hey Liz.”

The twin sighed, feeling incredibly awkward. “Hello Revy.”

“You here for your horse?”

“No… I wanted to see you.”

“Is this because you were acting stupid?” Revy meant for it to sound endearing, like how Rat explained his situation with Corsaire.

This only made Liz flush with anger. “WHAT? Stupid?! You can’t call me stupid when I was coming to apologize!”

Crap. Revy messed up and she messed up hard. “Liz, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“You think you’re so cool, don’t you. Well you know what, the only thing that’s stupid was me coming here.”

“Oh no, I don’t think that at all… my sweet.” Both girls turned to see Bakura step into the barn, bleeding. Both, however, knew, from the smile on his face, that this was not Liz’s father. “I’m here to take back my blood I gave out.”

Liz ran to the back door, but Seth was faster. His mind was fuzzy, and his legs still wobbly, but the killing intent pushed his adrenaline. Grabbing the knife, he planned to bring an end to Bakura’s bloodline, so that he would finally be free of this place. Plunging forward, his knife made a wet sound as it found flesh.

Looking up from falling, Liz saw Revy over her, the blade lodged into her chest. Seth’s face twisted with fury. “Useless, useless, useless. You gained nothing but a death.”

Revy coughed up blood as her lungs filled from the wound. She saved her friend. That was all that mattered. “No jerkface. I gained a front eye view to the show.”

She gave a faint whistle,  and Seth looked up to see a horse rear up, kicking him straight in the face. The twisted personality flew back into a wooden pillar, losing consciousness after all the fighting.

Rat and Borghild heard the screaming from Seer and knew immediately something was wrong. The pair ran out to the barn and found Bakura out cold, his head bleeding and his face all swollen and purple. Revy, however, needed a healer immediately or else, she would die. The Grand Hall was too far away so Rat was trying to stay calm. Borghild transformed into her bear form, and ran as fast as she could to Bjarke's and Naira's house. Naira was the only Dusa nearby that could stop this. As soon as Borghild was outside the door, Rat kicked the door down to get Naira's attention. The Dusa quickly got to work and managed to stop the bleeding.

Seer on the other hand, looked half wild from running through the snow. He did not even put on his boots or his coat, just booked it as fast as he could in the direction of Rat's place.

"ELIZABETH! ALEXANDRIA!" Seer was half hysterical. "ANSWER ME!"

Both girls were gone, but he heard slight coughing from Bakura. Even in his panic, and Bakura's broken state from the wounds, he could tell Seth was gone. "S-seer..."

Seer heard Bakura's wheezing breath and followed the noise to find him.

"Where are the girls?!"

"D-Doctor. S-tabbed... Re-revy. Gods... was a-aware af-fter you h-hit me. Couldn't... stop it..."

Oh by the goddesses, Seth stabbed Revy. Seer felt his hands shaking, wondering if the alter personality hurt his twins.

"Did you hurt the twins?! What happened to you?!"

"No... didn't hurt... our girls..." Bakura started to dip back into sleep. Was he going to die? "C-can't... hear him.... R-revy got a horse... to kick him." Bakura felt his pocket with the arm that wasn't broken from being thrown about. A red potion stumbled out. "G-give... to the girl..."

"You take it." Seer told Bakura, hearing a loud whistle from Bjarke's house. Orcas frequently communicated this way and he sighed in relief. Revy was going to be okay, she was just scared and sore. "I can hear Bjarke. He's telling me that Revy survived, she's all right. I have to find the twins. Take the damn potion and hurry up."

"I... should just die in peace... or leave... Besides, c-can't drink..."

"You honestly think I'm going to let you die after you stabbed me? I deserve the chance to stab you back." Seer took the potion from Bakura, poured it in his mouth and then found the man's face. Putting his lips over Bakura's, he passed the potion to him. Wiping off his lips, he then said, "Double personality or not, the girls still deserve to know you."

Bakura felt the effects of the red potion heal him, as he gained his strength back, he kissed back. He told himself it was on instinct. "Thank you. I'll make sure I live for them..."

"You better, or I'll fucking come back and haunt you until you die." Seer ignored the kiss back for now. There were more pressing matters. "We need to find the twins."

~

At the Dusa’s, Liz was a mess. "Revy! What were you thinking?!"

Revy could only give a faint smile. "I was thinking I was stopping your dad's evil side from killing you. Thought it would be cool..."

"It was cool, but you almost dying isn't! You're my friend! I love you, you dummy!"

Revy's smile was still weak, but it turned very coe. "See dad? I got her to still be my friend."

"Aye, but don't you ever do anything like that again. You yell for your Daddy, you understand?" Rat sat beside of his daughter while Borghild was curled up next to Revy on the bed to keep her warm. Being a grizzly bear had its perks, for example, like immense body heat. Kissing Revy's knuckles, he told her. "You're too young to be a hero right now, me love. Please don't ever do anything of the sort again. Let your Daddy or your Ma handle it."

Scarlet BURST into the room, having been told quickly what happened. "REVY! REVY ARE YOU ALIVE?!"

Revy groaned from all the coddling. "I'm fine everyone. Honestly. Liz would have died if I didn't save her. There was no time..."

Lex walked in with her dads, having waited for them, and doing her best to explain Liz and Revy were stable.

"Scarlet, calm down, lassie. Reveka is all right, just sore and tired." Rat tried to assure the Gerudo woman. "Just needs to rest."

"You could have just tackled her out of the way, don't ever try to get in the path of a sword again."

Liz decided to speak up for Revy, looking directly at Bakura with uncertainty. "...Seth was too fast. She did tackle me out of the way, but only had one direction to do so from. If it wasn't for her action, I'd have been dead."

Bakura sighed, thankful Liz made the difference of personalities. Lex ran up to Revy on the other side of the bed. "Then you really are a hero Revy."

Both the twins gave her a kiss on each cheek as a reward of gratitude.

Seer really did not know what to say. On one hand, he was grateful that Revy saved Liz. Yet, he still felt guilty about the whole situation happening. There was nothing he could have done to prevent it, though something nagged at him. If he could have just calmed down... the fear of drugs... still just thinking about it, made him feel sick.

Bakura gave a deep bow of regret. "I am so deeply sorry. Seth took advantage when my psyche was weak. If its any consolation, I can't hear his voice in my head. Perhaps all the trauma you gave him did something."

"You need to get that bastard under control!" This time, it was Borghild who spoke up, rising from her position on Revey's bed. "I don't care if you got another soul in your mind, it went after your girls! What kind of father do you expect to be if you can't even control your own demons?!"

"Borgie---"

"Don't you Borgie me!" She snapped at Rat. "This is my baby and I won't have that maniac around her until I know he's able to be safe!"

"You're absolutely right... I can only do my best through mediation to keep him locked away. I'm so sorry for what I've done."

Scarlet was on Borghild's side. "Adda isn't the best woman, but she was right when she was concerned with that side of you. I want to beat your brains in right now just to fix whatever’s in your head."

"...Respectfully, I don't need any more collisions to the head."

"Maybe I should just remove it then, just to be safe." Borghild growled at Bakura. "You hurt my baby, and you can't even be trusted around your own daughters. Don't come back until the demon in you is gone."

"... let's step outside, Bakura." Seer tugged on the man's sleeve.

Bakura nodded, saddened by the events. Lex and Liz didn't look at him with fear, but with confusion, and a little bit of pity.

Outside, Bakura shook his head. "They don't understand it's psychological. How I wish I could just exorcise myself."

"No, a lot of people do not understand the mind." Seer said softly to Bakura. "I... couldn't help the way I reacted before. My fear was overtaking me and I triggered you."

"No... the fault is mine. And mine alone. Perhaps I should keep my distance some more."

"... what are you thinking?"

"I stay on the outskirts of town on a rent. You coordinate visiting times with the girls."

"If you think that is best until you get Seth under control, then I'll do my best to come with the girls."

"I'm in the best control I've always been in Seer..."

"If that's your best, I'd hate to see your worst. Something tells me that you can control him at will, just like I control how I shift."

"I keep my will up as a constant barrier against him." Bakura shook his head. "I should be leaving Seer."

~

A few months had passed now. Life was returning to the everyday usual routine. Tonight, however, Seer had the house to himself. Revy and his girls had a sleepover at Rat's house. It was nice to have a little quiet time, but Seer was so used to having the girls around him. The quiet felt foreign. Yet, he finished his usual chores and made sure to keep the logs burning in the fireplace. He was reading a book, drifting his fingers over the braille when he fell asleep in his chair.

From high above in the cold winds of Uskar, a beast on silent wings glided over the barren country. The dragon had learned how to be a master of stealth, flying gracefully, despite the thick armour that covered its body. On top, his rider had planned steadily for this day. Captain Adda would have her children. "Remember Onslaught. Five minutes at most. You touch down, we grab my girls, than we leave a distraction. Understood?"

"Of course."

They flew a little more, before the Hylian dragon folded his wings and dive bombed down. Adda held on tight to the harness and her hat, refusing to let something like the cold air get to her. They landed on the ground with little impact, only the snow fluffing in the air as the mighty beast felt the ground below him. "I smell Dragon kind here. Hurry before they wake and smell my own scent."

"You see anyone come out of any of these other houses, you blast them."

The Gerudo Queen of the Seas hopped of her hired mount, and took the shotgun off her back. Giving it a pump, she crept to the house. Going to the door, she was surprised to find Seer left it unlocked. Blind fool. Man as fragile as him needed to more careful. Cold air poured momentarily into the house as she entered, quick to quietly shut the door. Walking around the corners, she carefully made sure her hands weren’t trigger happy. At the fireplace, she found Seer, sound asleep. He looked so peaceful. Like a snug seal.

Seer was asleep, snoring softly. He had aged slightly, a touch tiredness under his eyes. Mainly, it was the damage to his heart which caused the sudden stress upon his body. Yet, thanks to Bakura's rare potion, he would be around to see his twins live to be mothers one day. However, the thin outline of the scar still remained. It was distinctive on his skin, so long and so wide. Forever, it would serve as a reminder of just how close he came to death.

The book in his hands had the title in braille and Hylian on the front, curiosity of Corsaire. It was a cook book, Seer's favored hobby. He had a few titles on his mantle, but the one with the worn cover was the baking novel. The twins loved to bake together when they were younger, sometimes they still did so with him. In each book were tabs, the favorite recipes of his girls marked with care. A double folded tab at the top was Lex, and a single fold was Liz. He had his ways to tell things apart.

Alone with nothing but her own thoughts, Adda saw the scars on his chest. Her desperation caused this pain against Seer. At the very least she could leave without him knowing she had taken her girls back. In her back pocket were some needles to inject the girls with to keep them asleep for the trip. Quickly going to the door, she opened the girls room.... only for them to be gone. No. This wasn't happening, she wasn't being screwed over again! Stomping back to Seer, she gave him a tap on the crotch with her firearm. "Wake up Seer. We have to talk sweetheart."

Seer was drowsy. He heard a voice talking to him. Did the girls come home? Was it morning already? However, his nose quickly let him know that it was not the girls. The twins did not smell like sea water and gunpowder. Jolting awake, he knocked over his chair and the book fell from his lap.

"Adda!" The blind man felt the hair rising on the back of his neck. "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"Where. Are. My. Girls." She pumped her shotgun with silent frustration, her plans being ruined by this man she felt so conflicted for driving her mad.

"Like hell I'm telling you." Seer's sensitive ears heard the shot gun and he glared at her. "You missed the first time. Here to finish the job?"

"You think I wanted this for you? Honestly?"

"You shot me with a harpoon, what other objective could you possibly have had other than to kill me?"

"My crew shot you with a harpoon. As you tried to sink my ship. I didn't want you getting hurt. If I didn't mean that, I'd have shot you either now, or saved myself the trouble when I first knocked on your door here." Adda shook her head, lowering her gun. "You and Bakura... goddamn you. Goddamn you both for making me... feel the things I'm feeling. Now where are they Seer? I can find them now, believe me. I got a dragon who's ready to rain hell down and sniff them out."

"Go ahead and shoot me. Go call your dragon, make a scene, they'll know whos' here." Seer was as blunt as he could possibly be. He steeled himself for a shot, a punch, a kick, anything. "I'm not telling you where the twins are. I'd gladly die before I let you get your hands on them."

She went to the window and pulled out a shirt of Lex's. "Onslaught. Can you track this?"

"Hmmm, yes."

"Good. Cause we're picking them up now. You can eat anyone else who tries to stop us."

"No you won't!" Seer lunged forward and slammed into Adda, knocking her into the wall, her gun going off into the house. He wished like hell that Bakura still lived here. "My girls are not going to live a miserable life of a pirate! My girls are going to grow up and become loving mothers, unlike you, who abandoned them! My girls are smart, talented, and absolutely worthy of anything their heart desires! They have souls made of pure gold and I will not let you steal that to lock away, to use them and toss them aside!" He growled at her. "You leave them alone to live their lives, you let them be happy. You want someone, you take me."

Adda had been practicing against Seer's particular bullshit. Turned around making a sweep at his legs to knock him to his feet. Before she could scuffle, Onslaught made a low growl. "A female dragon is barking up a storm in her barn. I think she heard you two. We need to go."

Adda looked down at Seer, wondering what she could do with him. Thrice he had fucked her now. Only one of those ways she had allowed. If she wanted to see her girls, they'd have to come to her. Thinking it over, she knew the perfect way to punish Seer and get what she wanted. She had to be a little more patient is all. "...Very well Seer."

Kicking him lightly down, she pulled a needle from her pocket, and injected Seer. Blackness overtook his senses and he fell into a slumber.

Seer did not know how long he slept. He woke, cursing under his breath and holding the sides of his skull. His head felt so heavy, almost like he was hungover from drinking too much mead. The memories of what happened slowly caught up to him. Adda took him. By now, the twins probably knew he was taken. Na'seema had alerted them of what transpired or perhaps Bakura put together the clues. Either way, the important thing was that Adda did not get her hands on them. His beautiful girls were safe. However, it did catch him by surprise that he was not chained.

He could smell the most beautiful sea air that had ever graced his nose. Everything around him felt completely peaceful. Adda had brought him to her paradise island, an island hidden by magic and filled with the greatest luxuries known to man. The captain herself was watching the sunset, disrobed from her rough winter clothing to something more freeing. The air was always just hot enough to be relaxing. Sitting on a bench outside their shared cabin, Adda didn't even notice Seer get up.

Seer was disoriented from the drug that Adda gave him. He could not sense his surroundings like he usually could. Stumbling over his own feet, he crashed into what he deemed was a nightstand and then fell flat on the floor. Groaning multiple swears, the man managed to pull himself up again and felt around for a door.

Adda turned to him, a light smile forming her lips. She said nothing as he stumbled his way forward, but gave a chuckle as he made his way to the door.

"Oh great, I was halfway hoping that you just killed me instead of keeping me a prisoner." Seer muttered in an annoyed tone at her laugh. "Where's the bloody door?"

"To your left."

"Not going to stop me?"

"Don't need to." Adda shrugged her shoulders and leaned back on the bench.

"... where am I?"

"My paradise island I wanted to start my family with on...”

"...? You brought me to an island? You know I can just get in the ocean and swim away."

"Nope." Adda gave a light snort of amusement.

"What do you mean, nope?" Seer knew then something was not quite right with this place. "It's an ocean, I'm a whale, I can easily swim away from this."

"It's a magic island with a magic sea around it. You'll find yourself swimming right on back."

"Then I guess you did throw me in a prison." Seer then outright asked. "Why not just shoot me and put me out of misery? Out of your way?"

"Because I like you too much to do that... and the girls wouldn't want that too I suppose." Adda went to a cooler to pop open a bottle of beer.

"You didn't care what the girls wanted when you were trying to take them from me, you were focused on what you wanted." Seer was not going to fall for her trying to disarm him with sweet words. "Why did you bring me here? Really."

"....You don't want to believe me? That's fine. I'm done trying to convince you." She slugged her beer back. "You want a drink?"

"Why should I believe you, Adda? You wouldn't even face me when you left the twins with me all those years ago." Seer waved the drink away, not wanting to risk getting drugged again. "Give me one damn good reason I should believe you when you weren't honest with me about the twins."

"Because I've lived my life of lies now. What is a lie going to help me now? They don't work on you Seer. So maybe the truth will."

"Then tell me the truth."

"I ruined things terribly with Bakura. My first shot of happiness. I gutted my relationship with you, all to get back at some loony. That wasn't fair to you Seer. Not at all. Now I've got this great ol pit in my stomach... I've only had two men truly love me. For me... And now I've opened my eyes to what I am. I can't change that Seer. But maybe I can live the rest of my life in peace... in love... at least before my sins catch up to me. I've dealt with devils of men and been a tyrant myself to get where I am today, but now my whole tribe is living the best life we've had in millennia and millennia and millennia thanks to me. They'll be set for over a few centuries. And so will Lex and Liz. I know those girls will find me one day, probably in the near future. They'll want to see me than... if they don't want to kill me of course." Adda gave a hardy laugh from that. "Someone's gonna kill me.... but before that, I want to be with the human being who gave me real happiness. I want to be with you while I wait for them Seer."

"Then leave the pirate life." Seer told Adda, almost had a slight tint of pleading in his voice. "Leave the danger behind. Start anew with the girls, don't try to force them to do anything. Give them time to know you, just as Reveka has had time to know Scarlet. Try to... try to be an actual mom for once. Give up chasing power, it will only bring you ruin."

"...That's too late for me Seer. A year after I met you I shot a Danjur Prince in the head. He lived, but he was pissed. Or the fact I gave that dragon something of human value that I can never trade back. Had you asked me that on our first night together things could have been different."

"It's never too late to try to right the wrongs of the past. It's never too late to try for a future." Seer did not believe it. "Don't give up. My captain chased his greed and it almost killed him. Don't let your climb to power kill you too. As much as I hate what you've done to me, what you've done to the girls, I don't want anymore death, not your death. Bakura told me he still loves you, he was hoping you'd come back to Uskar." It was true, Bakura did still have feelings for Adda, so Seer was not lying. "Lex does want to know you, even though Liz is testy. There's potential for a bad start to have a good one... don't you want what Scarlet has now?"

"I do... but I can't Seer. I'm ensnared into this life. All I'm asking is for you to give me comfort as I die."

"There's nothing I can say to convince you, is there? You rather give up than trying?"

".... I'll kill more people by leaving Seer." She got up leaning on the railing, looking for the tropical beach. "I'm not given the option."

"... do you think there would none who would want to leave with you?"

"It's politics and culture Seer, I’m the Queen. Can’t ever give that up. Not to mention that I'm a war criminal if I leave." She shook her head. "It's getting late. Would you like to come to bed with me?"

"... all that and now you want sex?" Seer could not help it, he started to snicker. "You get right to the point."

"I said bed you blind little fucker. Never said sex. Unless that's what you want of course~"

"... huh, I thought this is the part where you would order me to surrender the booty or walk the plank." Seer shook his head. "Though you could get me off this island and take me back to my girls." He then looked somewhat sad, thinking about the twins. "I know they're wondering where I'm at. I hope they don't do anything stupid, especially Lex. She acts upon her emotions..."

"I bet she does. Just like I did." Adda took her clothes off, and went to Seer, unbuttoning his shirt. "They'll find me. Lex is sure to be quick about it too."

Seer knew the twins would be looking for him. When Corsaire received news of what happened, there would certainly be hell to pay. His captain never let him down, never abandoned him, and treated him like family. It would not be long until someone found him, he hoped. All he could do was wait. Until someone rescued him, Seer was very much a prisoner, once again, in invisible chains.

Adda felt confident in her plan. The girls would come to here now. All she had to do was wait, and perhaps have some fun while doing so. "Now come on, we have years of catching up to do."

~

Liz and Lex couldn't believe it. Seer's entire house had been burn to the ground. Their home, their father, gone. Liz clenched her fists. "Lex... she took him. She took our dad. You can't possibly care about her."

"I don't know what to think Liz... I just want my daddy back."

Revy ran back with Na'seema, disappointed her dragon friend couldn't find Seer.

"They're gone... I'm so sorry you guys."

"I searched all over the sea and Stra'tuso covered the skies." Na'seema warbled lowly with a hung head. "Adda took him and just... disappeared. His scent ended outside the house."

Revy looked to Kanisa and her father arriving. Her mom was about to give birth. Why did this have to happen now? "Dad? What are we going to do?"

"We're going contact Cap'n Corsaire, Revy, and for a-now, the twins are going to live with us." Rat told Reveka, having been shoved out of the house by Borghild. She did not want him looming over her as the contractions slowly grew closer and closer together, giving him a stern order that she'd be just fine with Scarlet. Rat figured it was best to listen rather than risk his manhood. "We're going to find Seer, don't you a-worry about that. If anyone can find him, it's cap'n."

Liz brushed her face, wiping the tears. "No. We'll find him."

Lex and Revy were confused. "What are you talking about sis?"

"We are going to grow up. We are going to train hard. As soon as we are old enough we WILL find our Dad. We WILL make Adda pay for being the worst mother in history. Uncle Rat, I appreciate the help, but I'm going spend as much time as I can with Bakura. He can teach me skills I need to learn. And I want Uncle Corsaire to teach me how to be a ship captain. I WILL be the one to find my mother."

Revy nodded before her dad could protest. "Of course. I'm going to learn the best I can from my birth mom. I'm sure she will help best she can as well."

Lex was silent, before nodding. "I... I know things about how to find mom. I want to help too. I want to see daddy again."

Liz looked to her sister with a little dismay, but sighed it off. They each wanted to see their father again. "Ok. Then lets make a pact. We'll find and take down Adda together. We'll save Seer."

Revy put her hand in. "Come on you two, let's do this. You ok with this dad?"

"If you're serious about training and finding him, then you have to be able to defend yourselves first." Rat told the girls. "You hold your own, I won't a-stop you."

"We'll be ready in a year."

Liz liked Revy's attitude in helping her. She wanted to be hero so bad, than this would be a good start. "Ok. We're agreed."

"I can't be a princess without daddy handing me down to the groom." Lex put her hand in with her sister.

Revy grinned wildly with her friends. "Then let's get to work ladies."

[nevermindthewind]

decathlon of wonder

It’s the tenth Jimmy Jab Games and no one is gonna get in Jake’s way on his quest for glory and the Box of Mystery.

And that’s just the way Amy wants it.

It’s a Jimmy Jabs pregnancy reveal y’all!!!!!

(read on AO3 or under the cut)

“Alright squad,” Terry says from the podium. “I just received word that the United Nations summit will be beginning any minute. You all are to remain here -- ready to go -- for the duration of the meeting in case of protestors.”

“Yes sir,” says Rosa with a slight nod.

“The Captain and I are leaving for One Police Plaza for our meeting with Commissioner Holt.  We will be back in four hours.” Terry’s eyes narrow. “You all better not do anything stupid while we’re gone.”

“Don’t worry, Sarge. When have we ever done anything stupid?” Jake asks playfully. Terry gives him a menacing look, causing him to backtrack. “Okay, okay, we won’t do anything while you’re gone.”

Terry gives him one more glare before exiting the briefing room.  

As soon as the door closes Jake turns to the rest of the squad.

“Of course we’re going to do something while they’re gone,” he whispers, his eyes lighting up. “And not just anything. Friends, it’s time for--” The door handle turns, causing him to completely change the subject.

“No Charles, I do NOT want to wax each other’s le --”

In walk Amy and Gina, both in civilian clothing.

“Oh thank god,” Jake sighs. “What are you two doing here? You’re off today,” Jake nods at Amy before turning to Gina. “And you’re supposed to be with Holt.”

“Holt agrees that my job is optional,” Gina shrugs. “And when I heard you all were stuck here, I figured you could use some entertainment a la me.”

“He definitely did not say that, but okay,” says Amy, rolling her eyes before looking back at Jake. “I needed to drop off some paperwork downstairs, but I thought I’d come up and say hi before I left. Hi!”

“Hi,” Jake grins. Six months as a married couple and he still gets butterflies whenever he sees her.

She crosses the room to where Jake is sitting and leans down to give him a peck on the lips. “There’s a bagel and coffee on your desk.”

“Aw, thanks babe.” He looks up at the squad. “How great is my wife? Seriously, name a better wife than Amy Santiago Peralta.”

“Jake, we’re losing time…” Rosa warns. Jake jumps, his attention brought back to the situation at hand.

“Right. Ames, Gina, take a seat. For today is the day you’ve all been waiting for. THE JIMMY JAB GAMES.”

Amy and Gina slide into empty chairs as the entire squad breaks into cheers.

“But this is no ordinary Jimmy Jabs,” Jake says as he pops out of his chair and begins pacing the aisle. “No, for not only has it been ten years since the inaugural competition, but it is also the tenth Jimmy Jab Games to be held in this very precinct. Which is why today’s Jimmy Jabs will henceforth be known as...drumroll, please…”

The squad obliges, hitting their hands against the table. Jake brings his fingertips together and wiggles his eyebrows in an attempt to create suspense.

“...Jimmy Jabs Ten: Decathalon of Wonder.”

Everyone oohs and ahhs at the name, their excitement evident. Everyone, that is, except for Amy, whose eyes are filled with disappointment.

“I wish I could stay,” she mutters.

Jake’s face falls. He’d forgotten Amy wasn’t on duty. As much as he loves the games and loves competing with the entire squad, it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun without Amy there. Plus, this was supposed to be their first Jimmy Jabs as a married couple. According to that marriage book he’s been reading — That’s right, he reads on the reg now — they were supposed to celebrate important milestones together.  What’s more important than the Jimmy Jabs?!

He’s just about to suggest she stay when Gina, of all people, beats him to it.

“Come on Amy, live a little and stay for the games. The pantsuit shopping can wait ‘til tomorrow.”

“But I have errands to run,” Amy insists, although Jake can tell she’s thinking it over.

“Come on Ames. It’s only a few hours, and we can finish all our errands tomorrow or something,” Jake suggests as he approaches her chair. As he gets closer he can tell she’s tired, and maybe a little stressed by the slight furrow in her brow. Half her squad had been out with a stomach bug last week and Amy’d been forced to work overtime to make up for the lack of manpower.  He takes her hand in his. “It’d be way more fun if you stayed. But if you need to go, I totally get it.”

Amy gives him a tiny smile as she runs a hand through his hair.

“You’re sweet,” she says. “I’ll stay --”

“Yay!”

“-- But only so I can kick your ass,” she adds with a smirk, turning to face the others. “JIMMY JABS! JIMMY JABS!”

The rest of the squad joins in the chanting, and in that moment Jake’s never been more proud of his wife.

--

After the ceremonial lighting of the bagel, the detectives file into the kitchen where six items sit under various fast food napkins. Once everyone has taken their seats across from their respective object Gina begins the explanation of the rules.

“Despite the name of the games we don’t have time for an actual decathlon.”

“I stand by it,” Jake interjects.

“So we will be continuing with the traditional four game event. The loser of each game will be eliminated, while the winner will get a bonus in the final round. The overall winner will receive, along with all of the glory and pride that comes with being a Jimmy Jab champion, this magical box of mystery.”

She holds up a beat up lunch box that had to be at least thirty years old. It was metal, with a picture of…

“Wait a second,” says Jake, confused. “Is that my Superman lunch box from the fourth grade?”

“Yeah girl, I stole it from your old apartment before you moved out. Anyway,” Gina continues, “The real prize inside this box, but in order to win it you must survive all four competitions.”

“I don’t know, that box seems like a good prize to me,” Jake murmurs to Amy, who rolls her eyes.

“Sure it is, babe.”

“The first game is ‘Smoothie Move, Exlax,’” announces Gina.  “Under your napkins you will find a smoothie containing a variety of foods I found in the lunchroom refrigerator.  These foods include but are not limited to Charles’ latest desk yogurt, expired salami, and, as a tribute to Double J 7, month old chinese food. Whoever drinks the most of their smoothie wins.”

The squad gingerly removes the napkins to reveal a smoothie that was probably the grossest, most unnatural color Jake had ever seen.

“It looks like melted silly putty,” he says, holding the cup in the air to get a better look.

“Or one of Holt’s flavor free nutrition shakes,” Amy adds, her nose wrinkled in disgust.

Charles eyes his cup with utter terror. “I can do this, I can do this, I can do this…” he murmurs to himself.

“Ugh, it smells like ass,” says Rosa. Her nostrils flare as she sets the glass down. Amy looks at her in horror.

“Why would you smell it?”

“Enough,” snaps Gina. “Contestants, place your straws in your cups. On your mark, get Seth, MEYERS!”

Jake plunges his straw into his smoothie and begins to drink as much of it as he can. He decides to take small sips, not wanting to overwhelm his stomach with...is that a pickle?!

“Why is mine crunchy?” Rosa cries in between sips.

“This tastes how cat poop smells,” gags Amy. She’s already turned a frightening shade of green.

“I don’t know why you guys are complaining, these are delicious,” says Hitchcock, who’s currently licking the edge of his cup.

It’s only three seconds later that Charles pushes his cup away.

“Nope, I can’t. Sylvia is too important to me.”

“Who’s Sylvia?” asks Gina.

“My mouth, duh. After everything she’s done for me she needed a name.”

Amy’s next to fold, setting her smoothie down with a shudder. Rosa and Scully bow out shortly after, until it’s just Jake and Hitchcock. Hitchcock’s looking close to bursting after a minute of slurping, and honestly Jake’s pretty sure his belly is filled with more air than smoothie. Jake’s actually beginning to wonder if he has a chance. But just as the thought enters his mind Amy jumps up and runs to the bathroom, her hand covering her mouth.  

A couple years ago Jake would have kept going, his drive to win outweighing any form of compassion. But this is his wife and she’s clearly about to hurl, so he sets his cup down with a clatter and rushes after her.

“Ames!”

Amy ignores him, reaching the ladies room in record time and letting the door slam in Jake’s face.

He knocks on the door to the bathroom before opening. As soon as the doors open he hears a violent cough come from the stall closest to him.

“Babe? What can I do?”

A pause.

“Can you go get Gina?” she asks weakly.

Of all her possible answers, this one catches him completely by surprise.

“Gina? Our Gina?”

“Yeah, babe our Gi --.” She’s cut off by another wave of...well, you know.

“You’re sure? Gina Linetti?”

“JAKE.”

“Right, okay.” He shuts the door and turns only to run directly into Gina herself. “Aghh!”

“Lemme guess,” Gina says with a knowing smirk. “She’s asking for me?”

“Yes,” says Jake, bewildered. Gina and Amy are friends, sure. But of all the people Amy would ask for as she’s vomiting fridge smoothie, Gina’s pretty much the last person he’d have expected. Gina, on the other hand, looks completely unsurprised. She merely pats him on the shoulder as she walks past him and barges into the bathroom.

“Don’t worry Amy dearest, your favorite human has arrived.”

Jake did a double take. “Huh?”

Today is weird.

--

Fifteen minutes later both women emerge from the bathroom, Amy looking a little pale but otherwise okay.  Jake grabs her hand and gives it a squeeze, pulling her to a stop as Gina keeps walking.

“You good?” he asks. She smiles as she squeezes back.

“I’m fine. Just couldn’t handle the salami-egg roll-pizza smoothie, I guess. Wonder why?” she adds with a touch of sarcasm.

“Okay,” he nods. He’s just about to ask about Gina when Rosa calls over to them.

“Come on dummies, we’re about to start round two.”

“Yeah come on, dummy,” says Amy. There’s a playful glint in her eye as she pulls him to the center of the bullpen where the rest of the squad is waiting.

Gina has already taken her perch at the whiteboard, where each of their six photos are lined up.

“Charles has been eliminated,” she announces, crossing his photo out with a red sharpie. “Surprise, surprise.”

“Sorry buddy,” Jake says, giving Charles a pat on the back.

“Thanks, Jakey.”

“Moving on,” says Gina with a dismissing wave. “The next event is called ‘Dude Where’s My Bomb?’. One at a time you will each put on a pair of drunk goggles and search for the fake bomb I have hidden somewhere in the bullpen. Whoever takes the longest loses.”

“Oh you’re going down, Santiago,” Amy says, a smug smirk flickering across her face. “Drunk goggles are my shit.”

“You sure, Peralta?” Jake asks with mock concern. “Because I seem to recall you falling down a flight of stairs in drunk goggles mere months ago.”

“That was Charles,” Amy retorts.

“Yeah Jake that was me. How dare you confuse me, your best friend in the entire world --”

“-- Amy’s my best friend.”

“-- YOUR BEST FRIEND IN THE ENTIRE WORLD,” Charles repeats, “With this flooze.”

“Hey that’s my wife!”

“Yeah not cool man,” Amy adds.

“SILENCE!” Gina bellows. Everyone shuts up at once. “You savages.”

Rosa gives Gina a silent nod of approval, causing Gina to wink back before continuing.

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, we will go in the order of the last game’s winners.  Which means -- and I can’t believe I’m saying this -- Hitchcock will be going first. Hashtag shudder.”

“Yeah baby!” Hitchcock says smugly.

Hitchcock’s winning the Jimmy Jab games.  Amy’s suddenly besties with Gina. And he just confused Amy for Charles.

If Jake didn’t know better, he’d think he was in the Upside Down.

--

It turns out the day’s more normal than he thought, because both Hitchcock and Scully get eliminated within the span of twenty minutes. Hitchcock straight up left the precinct during his turn because he heard someone mention an ice cream truck outside and Scully fell down the stairs in his drunk goggles less than thirty seconds after his turn started.

“We are now down to the final three,” says Gina as she crosses out both Scully and Hitchcock on the leaderboard.  “Which leads us to the acting portion of the competition.”

“Oh no,” murmurs Amy.

“Ha HA!” Jake cries. “You might as well throw in the towel now, Ames. We both know that I, Jacob Peralta Santiago, am the KING of --”

“Not that, Jake.”

The shakiness in her voice causes Jake to look over to where his wife is sitting, once again a ghastly shade of green. She has one hand on her stomach and her gaze is trained on the floor, on the one blue tile she always focuses on when she’s feeling panicky. Or nauseous, apparently.

“Ames?” he asks timidly. “Babe, you good?”

Amy gives one shake of the head before jumping out of her old desk chair and racing to the bathroom.  

Jake follows suit, fully planning on barging in this time because she’s his wife and she’s sick goddamn it, but before he can take even a step in that direction he sees someone walk past him.

Gina.

“I got it, Jakester,” she says as she continues past him.

“What? No,” Jake sputters. “Gina, I love you but I can go, you don’t have to --”

“Let her go,” says Rosa, grabbing his arm to stop him from going after Gina. “She’s got this.”

“Got WHAT? Rosa what the hell is going on?!” His voice is higher than he’d care to admit, but there’s clearly something going on that he doesn’t know about and it is stressing him the fuck out. “Rosa, if she’s sick or something I feel like as her husband I should be in the know. Right now I could not feel more outside the know.”

Rosa rolls her eyes. “Nothing, dude. Relax.  Gina has some mystical salve that she insists cures nausea. Amy wanted to try it. Just let her be.”

“Mystical salve?” Jake asks, raising his eyebrows. Amy would never buy into that.

“Ugh I know,” says Rosa with a slight look of disgust. “I’m pretty sure it’s just Vicks with raw ginger in it, but whatever. When she was...well, when she was sick she said it was the only thing that helped.”

Jake has approximately five million more questions. How did Rosa and Gina know that Amy was sick and not him? When did Amy start taking advice from Gina? And when did Gina start offering it?

But just as he’s about to ask, Gina and Amy are walking out of the bathroom.  

“Alright losers, listen up!” Gina calls from the front of the hallway.

Jake gives Amy a look, raising his eyebrows with concern.

“You okay?” he mouths.

She nods and gives him a slight, almost shy smile.

“In the interest of time we will be cancelling event three and moving straight into the final event,” Gina continues.  “Rosa, as you came in third in ‘Dude Where’s My Bomb?’, I am sorry but you have been eliminated.”

Oh crap. There is no way Rosa will take this without a fight. Rosa’s come in second the past two Jimmy Jabs, and they all knew how badly she wanted a win.  

So imagine his surprise when Rosa merely plops down into her chair, rests her feet on her desk and says, “Fine by me.”

“WHAT?!” Jake exclaims, unable to mask his confusion any longer. “How are you okay with this?”

Rosa just rolls her eyes. “Because, unlike you, I don’t need to win a stupid game to know that I’m a badass.”

“That stings, but okay. I guess,” Jake says, giving her one final confused look before turning to Amy. “What about you? You sure you can do this, babe?”

Amy walks over to him and places a hand on his chest. His heart instantly slows at her touch, allowing him to actually relax for the first time since this crazy-ass day began. She glances up at him with a sweet smile, pecking his lips before pulling back and looking him right in the eye.

“I promise I am more than able to kick your ass.”

“Alright then!” Gina exclaims. “She seems fine to me.”

Jake lets out a relieved laugh as he removes Amy’s hand from his chest and interlaces their fingers together. The entire precinct gathers around the couple, who are now standing right in the center of the bullpen. The scene is not unlike Jimmy Jabs of years past, except now instead of trying not to flirt with her, Jake is openly holding Amy’s hand and fiddling with her rings, wondering how in the world he got the hottest and smartest girl in the world to actually fall in love with him.

“The final event of the Decathlon of Wonder will be, as per tradition, an obstacle course,” Gina announces. “If the contestants could please keep their hands off each other, I will explain the rules,” she adds with a pointed look at both of them.

Jake gives Amy’s hand one final squeeze before letting go.

‘Thank you,” says Gina with a swift nod. “First, contestants must enter the break room, where they will eat an entire donut without using their hands.  Then you will race to complete Pin the Tack on the Terry, in which you will have to successfully place a thumbtack on a picture of Terry, specifically Terry’s nose, while wearing a blindfold. Once Terry has been successfully tacked you must race to the bulletin board on the second floor, where you will tear off a phone number from a roommate advertisement. And finally, you will return to the bullpen, where you must solve a riddle in order to be granted the key to the box of mystery.”

“Oh Amy,” says Jake with a smirk. “Amy, Amy, Amy. Are you ready to be owned by your loving, incredibly talented husband?”

Amy rolls her eyes.

“Weird take on a very strong and wonderful marriage, but okay.”

“Contestants, to your starting positions,” says Gina, cutting them off. Amy and Jake lineup facing the breakroom.  “On your mark, get set, HARMON!”

All the worry, all the weirdness of the day flies out the window as Jake and Amy sprint towards the break room, where two donuts sit on the worn wooden table. The crowd files in after them, cheering both detectives on as they hold their hands behind their backs and attempt to eat their respective donut. Jake finishes a hair ahead of Amy, jumping out of his chair mere seconds before Amy takes her final bite.

“Eat my dust, Peralta!” he calls over his shoulder as he flies across the bullpen to the briefing room.  

Unfortunately for him Amy’s lighting fast, so she reaches her station before Jake’s even finishing putting on his blindfold, an old bandana Gina found in the lost in found.

“Why can’t I get this stupid blindfold on?” he practically growls as he fumbles over the ends.

“Why can’t I get this stupid blindfold on -- title of your sex tape.” Amy briefly turns her head to smile at him, her eyes already covered by her own makeshift blindfold. It’s simultaneously the most sexy and most frustrating thing in the entire world.

“You wish,” Jake retorts. Amy’s grin widens before she feels around for her first tack.

“Yeah I do.”

“God, I love you.”

Finally after what had to be his fiftieth try Gina announces “Jake has tacked Terry’s schnoz!”, eliciting a groan from Amy and a full on “WOOP WOOP” from Jake.

He races down over to the elevator and this time he doesn’t even think about holding the door open for Amy. This year he’s winning all on his own, no matter what the cost. (Within reason, he’s not an animal.)

It takes forever for the elevator to come to a stop and for the doors to slide open. He scours the room for a bulletin board that might have a roommate flier on it, but just as he spots it he hears the familiar ping of the elevator door. Sure enough Amy’s flying straight towards him as soon as the doors open wide enough for her to squeeze through.

“NO!” he cries, lunging towards the board and ripping off the first phone number he sees. Amy’s right behind him as he slams his palm into the up button, hitting it repeatedly until the doors slide open. This time he actually hits the door-close button, but it’s too late. Amy runs into the elevator with at least five seconds to spare. Her cheeks are tinted pink, all evidence of her earlier sickness gone as they wait for the elevator to take them to their final challenge.

“You know Ames, you might as well just call it quits now while you can,” Jake says with a careless grin. Might as well take the time to slip in a little trash talk, just for kicks. “I’m clearly gonna win.”

“We’ll just see about that, babe,” Amy says with a smirk. There’s a twinkle in her eye, one that makes his heart physically ache, and for a second Jake is taken aback by just how beautiful his wife is. She’s in her favorite pair of jeans and his favorite sweater of hers, the pink one that makes her skin look like caramel. It’s almost, almost enough for him to want to give up entirely, to let her win and let his prize be seeing her happy, but then the elevator comes to a halt and the doors open and forget that, he has a Jimmy Jabs to win!

The two of them fly to Gina’s desk where a sealed envelope waits for each of them.  Jake tears his apart and reads the question:

As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives. Each wife had seven sacks, every sack had seven cats, every cat had seven kittens. Kittens, cats, sacks, wives. How many were going to St. Ives?

At first Jake freezes, the presh of trivia and riddles almost costing him the competition right then and there. But he reads the question again, and again, swearing he’s heard this particular puzzle before. In a movie, maybe? That’s when it hits him--

“It’s the Die Hard puzzle,” he gasps. Without thinking he calls out the answer. “One. The answer is one!”

“Ding ding ding,” announces Gina. “We have a winner!”

“YES!” Jake cries. The crowd around them erupts into cheers as Jake slaps the paper with the riddle on the desk before lifting both his fists in celebration. “I AM THE KING OF JIMMY JABS!”

“Congratulations Jake,” says Gina as she removes a tiny silver key from her front pocket. “Now I believe this belongs to you.”

“You hear that, babe?” Jake says as he snatches the key out of Gina’s outstretched hand. “I believe we now know who is the most glorious member of this couple?”

Amy, God love her, doesn’t look the least bit put out by the fact that she lost the games.  In fact, she is downright beaming. Why is she so happy?

“Care to congratulate me?” he asks as he dramatically waves the key in front of her face. “Me, the winner of five out of ten Jimmy Jab Games?”

Amy rolls her eyes as she gives him a playful shove.

“Just open your prize, weirdo.”

Jake grins as he takes the key over to the box, which had been left on Amy’s old desk.  

“You know, I really shouldn’t be that surprised anymore,” Jake continues as he slides the key into the lock.  “I think I’m just gonna have to accept that I am the ultimate --”

He pauses as the box clicks open, revealing a plain white box with his name written in Amy’s careful cursive.

“What’s this?” he asks, his heart racing as he looks up to see Amy’s smile has grown even wider. “Why’s my name on the box?”

“Just open it,” she says, prodding him along.  He gives her one final look of bewilderment before removing the lid. His jaw drops, his stomach filling with the most wonderful mix of joy, confusion, and excitement he could have ever imagined.

Because laying in the box are five positive pregnancy tests.

“Ames…” he whispers, looking up to see tears running down his wife’s face. “What the...Is this for real?”

“Mhmm,” she nods, bringing her hand up to her mouth in the way that makes him melt. “I took them two days ago on my lunch break. I was going to tell you right away, I swear! But then Rosa found me asleep in Babylon clutching the test and she got Gina to help me with the nausea and we kind of came up with this...”

She’s cut off by Jake lifting her off the ground in an (almost) bone crushing hug. He spins her around before gently bringing her back to earth. His arms stay around her waist as he touches his forehead to hers.

“We’re having a baby?” he whispers. He bites his lower lip in an attempt to contain his excitement but it’s no use. His grin is so wide it almost hurts.

“We’re having a baby,” she repeats, joy saturating her voice.

“Oh my god...” He lets out a laugh as he kisses her, rubbing the tears away from her cheeks as he brings a hand to her face. The crowd around them whoops and hollers, but they could care less. Because Amy is pregnant and they’re gonna be parents and he loves her so damn much.

After they break apart Amy leans into his chest as Jake wraps his arms around her waist.

“You’re really happy about this?” she murmurs, her voice vibrating against his heart.

“Oh Ames,” he all but whispers as he plants a kiss on the top of her head. “I am so, so happy about this.”

“Me too.”

“I do have one question though,” he says, causing her to take a step back so she can actually see his face.

“Yeah?”

He brushes a small piece of hair out of her face as gently as he can.

“Are you...are you saying I knocked you up?!”

Amy bursts into giggles as she runs her hands down his arms. It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

“Yeah babe, you sure did.”

[thesecretfandom]

Wanderlust: Lock and Key -- Bughead (Chapter 8)

Word Count: 3,290

Rated: E

A/N: The last time I posted a chapter was December last year. So sorry for the long time coming... but here is the next chapter for your enjoyment. (Read on AO3)

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The sunset was casting a scarlet glow across the busy halls of the Dublin airport when they finally dragged their luggage from baggage claim to the bus stop outside. Betty sat on her luggage, Jughead next to her with his arm slung over her shoulders.

Reggie was fidgety, pacing back and forth on the sidewalk as they waited. "All I have to say is thank fuck everything is finally in English. It was getting exhausting moving through a billion different languages."

"It was only seven languages, Reg." Jughead rolled his eyes. "And most stuff was in English anyway."

"Whatever, bro. It was exhausting."

"This bus stop is exhausting." Cheryl complained. "My feet are killing me."

"And whose fault is that?" Betty countered. "You're the one who insists on wearing heels to the airport."

"I didn't expect so much walking! I was supposed to be sitting the whole time." Cheryl yanked her heels off her feet and pulled her feet up onto the bench.

Sighs swept out of the lips of her comrades.

"So sue me!" She grumbled.

A large, double-decker bus came grinding to a halt in front of the crowd of people waiting on the sidewalk. By the time they came to the entrance of their hostel, an old brick building, the sun had fully set and moon was glowing brightly through the streets.

The lobby was loud, filled with raucous laughter from the back of the room where a bar was surrounded by a group of young men. Their pints half empty in front of them, one man tumbled off the back of a barstool.

"My kind of people." Reggie smirked. "Archie, be a dear and bring my stuff to the room. I'm about to get my drink on."

"Hey, wait a second…" Archie started, but Reggie was already gone. He sat right in the thick of the crowded bar, taking the seat that had been vacated by the drunk Irishman. Archie looked at his friends and set down his luggage. "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em."

Jughead reached out an arm to grab his shoulder before Archie could follow Reggie to the bar. "Not so fast, Arch. Could you at least be bothered to help us with the bags?"

Archie sighed, but with a kiss on his cheek at the corner of his lips from Veronica he was quick to grab both of his bags and one of Reggie's. A narrow stairway led them up to their room, where three bunks circled the room. Archie dropped his bags and turned back to the door.

"Wait up, Archiekins."  Veronica quickly stepped out of her leggings and into a mini skirt. Next on were her high heels and a swipe of dark burgundy lipstick and she was at Archie's side, clinging to his arm. "You guys coming, or what?"

"Count me in." Cheryl was already reapplying her lipstick in the mirror. "Reggie gets especially frisky when he has a few pints in him."

"Remember we're sharing a room tonight…" Jughead said, but it was in vain because they were already out the door. "That can't be good."

Jughead flinched when Betty snuck up behind him, slipping her cold fingers beneath his T-shirt. He turned, his arms instinctually winding around her shoulders. He squeezed her tight, letting his lips fall to her forehead. Betty seemed to have something else in mind when she let her fingers trail down to his hipbone and under the waist of his boxers.

"Betts, you know how hard it is for me to deny you…" Jughead sighed when Betty's lips moved against his jaw.

"And why, pray tell, would you be denying me?" Her fingers fiddled with the button on his jeans.

Jughead squirmed when Betty pushed his pants halfway down his ass, but he didn't push her away. Instead, he tugged on her sweater and pulled it over her head. Betty flipped the deadbolt on the door before returning to him.

"We don't have the room to ourselves…" Even as he said this, Betty was kicking off her shoes and pulling Jughead toward their bunk. He threw his T-shirt on the floor behind him, shedding his own shoes and jeans before crawling over his beautiful girlfriend in the small bed. "They could come back at any minute."

Betty raked her fingers through Jughead's hair and pulled his lips to hers. "It's only eight o'clock…" She spoke between nipping at Jughead's neck. "Reggie already had half a pint down before we got up here… Archie's probably caught up by now… They won't be back for a few hours… two in the morning at the earliest…"

"Okay, okay…" Jughead bit his lip. "You've convinced me. Now, let's get you out of the rest of these damn clothes."

Betty squealed when Jughead attacked her neck. He nibbled on the soft spot behind her ear and then down her shoulder while Betty yanked her jeans down. Jughead paid no mind to the new skin being revealed to him, instead his lips ravaging her chest. Betty reached behind and unhooked her bra, revealing Jughead's favorite part of her body.

"Juggie…" Her breath hitched when his teeth brushed lightly over her nipple. "I want…"

Jughead suddenly pushed his hand under her panties and let his lips completely encase the nipple he had once been nibbling on. Betty fisted her fingers against the white sheets as Jughead thrust two fingers past her folds.

"You're wet, Betts." She could feel his smirk on her skin.

Betty grazed her fingers up his back and bit her lip as the pleasure began to wash over her. "Great observation, Sherlock. What are you gonna do about it?"

"You want me to tell you what I'm going to do, or do you want me to show you?"

Betty sighed as Jughead pushed another finger into her. "Tell me first… then do it."

Jughead dragged his lips away from her breast, up her body, until his hot breath brushed against her ear.

"I'm going to flip you over and fuck you from behind." Betty shivered when Jughead nibbled on her earlobe.  "You'll be fighting to keep quiet when I slap your ass, leaving a sore spot in the morning."

She groaned at his promises, his fingers still moving inside her as she became more desperate for him. His words sent shivers up her skin. She wanted more, no… she needed more.

"Jug…" Betty breathed. "I want you now."

"Oh, but I had so much more to tell you." Jughead pulled back, his eyes locking on hers before moving his lips back to hers. "I wanted to talk about your mouth, and my fingers… your thighs and your stomach and-"

Betty slipped off her panties while Jughead spoke and reached her hands to his boxers. His words stopped suddenly when Betty slid her hand over his hard on.  

"I just want you to fuck me now…"

Jughead pulled his fingers slowly out of her and stuck them between his lips, sucking them clean. When he was satisfied, Jughead roughly gripped her hips and flipped Betty onto her stomach. Betty pulled her knees up, under her body so her ass was raised in the air.

Jughead couldn't keep his hands off of her. As soon as he'd discarded his boxers on the floor, his hands were back on her hips. One hand traveled higher, while the other ventured to her ass. His dick was pressed against her center, and he moved a hand to guide himself in.

"Ohhh…" Betty sighed when he was fully inside of her, thrusting in slow, short movements.

As promised, Jughead lifted a hand and brought it down on her ass. Betty squealed, but was still too quiet to satisfy him. He slapped her ass again, harder this time, and Betty yelped out loud.

"Juggie…" Betty moaned. "The walls are paper thin."

"Then you better find a way to keep quiet." Jughead kept on with his goal to drive Betty wild.

Betty bit down on the pillow when Jughead brought his hand down one more time and proceeded to rub softly and soothe her reddened skin.

"More, Jug… I want faster and harder."

"As you wish."

Jughead's chest pressed against her back as he thrust his hips, thighs slapping against her ass. He moved faster and faster, until Betty could no longer hide her moans in the pillow. Jughead was just as loud, attempting to hide his own voice in Betty's shoulder.

Betty's hands moved behind her to thread her fingers through Jughead's hair, holding his lips against her skin. He let one hand snake around her body until his fingers found her clit. Betty pulled hard on his hair when Jughead began to rub the sensitive nerves, bring her close to the edge.

"Hold on, Betts… just hold on."

"I can't." Her voice came out strained, her orgasm getting closer. Betty bit down on the pillow as Jughead chased his high.

She couldn't hold off any longer, and Betty came around Jughead's cock.  He was close behind, and fell with his full body weight on top of her when his orgasm finally rocked through him. As their orgasms completed their course through the two young lover's bodies, Betty pulled Jughead's lips to hers.

"I love you, Juggie." A soft breath escaped her lips when Jughead pulled out and curled up next to her.

"I love you more…"

"Debatable." Betty teased as she rolled onto her back. "Mm… I could use a shower."

"Mind if I join?" Jughead slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his side.

"Haven't had enough of me yet?" Betty reached up to push a strand of hair out of his eyes.

Jughead grinned. "Totally platonic shower… no funny business. Purely for the sake of conserving water."

Betty giggled at his explanation. "You don't have to lie, Juggie. You can just say you want to have sex in the shower."

"Well, now you're just making assumptions. Of course… you're not wrong, but I think I'd rather wait to do that when we're not sharing a shower with twenty other people."

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"Betty, can we just leave without them?" Jughead was hanging off the top bunk, where they ended up sleeping after the sheets on the lower bunk were mussed from their activity the night before. "They didn't come home until five o'clock."

Betty was standing by the sink in their room, adjusting her ponytail in the mirror. Jughead new that she was just pretending to be getting ready because her hair had been perfectly pulled back for twenty minutes now. She swiped her lip gloss across her already pink lips for the third time.

"This was supposed to be a friends trip, Jug. After all the romance of Paris, we should all be hanging out together."

"It's not my fault they insist on staying up all night, every night."

"Well, what do you have in mind, then?" Betty sauntered over to the bed, where Jughead had his chin propped on his arm. She twirled her fingers through his hair and waited for his response.  He hadn't once mentioned what he wanted to see in Dublin. Betty had already made it clear that she wanted to see St. Stephen's Green, but on the condition that her friends… all of them, be there to see it with her.

"I have something in mind that I don't think the other's will miss too much." Jughead paused. He already knew she'd be thoroughly fascinated with what he was going to suggest. "Kilmainham Gaol."

"Something about the way you said that… makes me think you pronounced it wrong." Betty smirked.

"That's beside the point." Jughead rolled to the edge of the bed where he could climb down the ladder. "What matters is that it's the most famous prison in Dublin and number one on Trip Advisor's list of best things to do in Dublin."

"You know how I love a good list from Trip Advisor." Betty replied. Jughead snaked an arm around Betty's waist as he led them out of the room. "And prison's have always intrigued me."

"Why do you think I brought it up? It's terribly romantic."

The sun was just peeking through the clouds when they stepped onto the cobblestone street. Two hands intertwined as a cool breeze swept past, the tip of Betty's ponytail flying out behind them. The nearest bus stop was a short two blocks away, with their final destination only a fifteen minute ride.

As they approached the old prison, the sidewalk became increasingly more crowded. Betty tucked herself into Jughead's side as he pulled her along the route that he'd memorized that morning. A short lineup of tourists were in a queue outside the prison, but Betty and Jughead were able to move through the queue quickly and into the stone building.

"Eugh," Betty grumbled. She put a hand over her nose. "It smells rank in here."

"Ah, nothing like the sweet smell of death in the morning." Jughead teased.

"People died here?" Betty asked, while Jughead simply nodded. "That makes it so much more romantic."

"Betty Cooper, you are an easy woman to please."

Betty only shrugged as a response and intertwined her fingers with Jughead's as they moved deeper into the building. They approached a wide open space, a long room with a curve along the far wall. All around the perimeter, towering three floors above them, were wrought iron bars keeping the ghosts of former prisoners locked inside their cages.

At the very center of the room was a long staircase, leading to the top floor. Betty pried her hand away from Jughead's, and stepped lightly up the metal stairs. A metallic clang rang out beneath her feet, and without even turning, she knew Jughead had raised his camera. She began to turn when she heard…

Click.

Jughead winked when she turned and caught his eye. Betty waved him forward, begging him to join her at the completion of their tour. Eventually, after Betty had reached the end of the staircase, Jughead followed her.

"There's really not much to see here, huh?" Betty said when Jughead had rejoined her at her side.

"It's a prison, I suppose cells are all they have." He shrugged. "I am starving though. Can we get lunch?"

"I know you, Jug." Betty laughed, looping her arm in his. "'Can we get lunch?' usually means you need to eat in the next thirty minutes or death is imminent."

Jughead laughed and pressed a kiss to her head. Betty knew he meant it to be sweet, and it was, but he always managed to leave a wet spot when he kissed her head. She wiped the invisible mark away with the back of her hand, feigning disgust as they stepped back out onto the street.

Betty had been to one or two Irish Pubs in her time, but never to a genuine pub in the heart of Dublin. It was dark inside, with old electric sconces casting an eerie glow over the wooden booths.  Jughead sidled up to the bar and Betty leaned up against the sticky counter next to him.

"What classic Irish cuisine are we going for today?" Betty asked when Jughead pulled up a small menu.

"I say we start with drinks?" Jughead replied, eyeing the shelves of booze lined up against a mirror behind the bar.

"Okay, just this once… I'll have a Jameson and Coke." She said to the bartender.

Jughead raised an eyebrow at her with a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Never pegged you for a whiskey drinker."

"I'm not, but as they say, when in… Dublin."

"I'll have the same." Jughead said. "Why don't you go find us a seat? I'll order the food."

"Pick something delicious." Betty planted a big, wet kiss on his cheek before finding a dark corner booth.

Jughead found Betty with her shoes off and feet curled up beneath her. The forest green leather seats were cracked in spots, but  cushioned and comfortable nonetheless. He set one glass in front of her and took a swig of the brown drink in his own.

"Try it…" Jughead goaded, pushing the drink into Betty's hands. She lifted it to her nose and took a whiff. Just as she did so, her nose scrunched up in the most adorable way.

"This smells awful."

"Just a sip… come on." As a way of invitation, Jughead took another drink.

She pulled the drink to her lips so quickly, it was like she was afraid she'd change her mind. Her throat bobbed and lips puckered as she swallowed the drink. Tears sprang to her eyes and she violently shoved the glass toward Jughead.

"Mm, no. You drink it, I'll get something else."

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Two hours later Betty held tight to Jughead's arm as they made their way to Dublin Castle. What had started as one Cosmopolitan turned into three and now it seemed that the cobblestones were moving like waves beneath her feet. Jughead was stone sober, having had only two drinks with his lunch.

They approached the castle from the river, the sun already beginning to set behind the castle. Jughead snatched a map while they waited at the ticket booth. He flipped through the pamphlet, pointing to areas on the map that he found particularly interesting. His hand slipped around her back and lingered at her waist as they moved to the upper yard, a courtyard surrounded by the walls of the castle.

"Be my muse?" Jughead asked. He positioned Betty under an arch leading further into the castle. "Now don't look right at the camera but just above me." Jughead crouched slightly. Click. "Perfect."

"You do love to take advantage of me." Betty teased.

"My angel, my muse, my love. The camera has eyes only for you, my dear."

Betty rolled her eyes at his profession, but her cheeks flamed up pink regardless. "I hate you… but I love  you."

"That's the test of true love, Betts."

Betty sidled up to his side again, pressing a kiss to his cheek before allowing his arm to circle her torso again. "So we passed the test?"

"We passed the test." He smiled and leaned in to fully kiss her lips before they finally stepped inside the castle.

Jughead reluctantly tucked his camera away as they entered a no photography area, but it seemed that the art within was much too precious for his camera anyway. No piece of art could quite compare to light that haloed Betty's body as the sun dipped below the horizon. She walked ahead of him, sinking to her knees in the grass outside the castle.

"So I guess Dublin is a wrap then?" Jughead said as he sat next to Betty.

"I think you're forgetting we have one more day."

"Do we have anything planned tomorrow?"

"I'm forcing everyone to go to  St. Stephen's Green tomorrow afternoon." Betty leaned into his embrace as they watched the sun dip lower. "But I think we need to plan to be hungover tomorrow morning."

"Why's that?"

"Well.. I may have told the others we'd go on a pub crawl with them tonight."

"Seriously?"

"Remember, this started as a friends trip and just became something… more. The least we can do is spend one fun night with our friends. It'll be fun Jughead, trust me."

"It would be more fun if we didn't have to share a room with those bozos."

"Just hold on, Jug. Remember, we get a private room once we get to Alnwick."

"Can't wait." He kissed her again. He never wanted to part from her. As she held tight to his waist while they waited for their bus, he hoped she would never let go.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! The next chapter will be very special to me because it takes place in two different cities that I have visited and loved. I will speak more about Alnwick and my time spent there when I post the next chapter.

[themenof--riverdale]

Called Out (Part 6)

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Reader

Summary: The new girl, being an antisocial outcast, and Reggie Mantle, the social butterfly who has a nasty tendency to be a bully, form a deal to change their ways. Will they actually succeed or will they continue to struggle and give up? Above all, is Reggie only trying because he really wants to or because he wants to change her opinion of him?

Warnings: none

A/N: I know, it’s been a while since I last posted anything. I really appreciate that so many of you are liking the series so far! <3 <3

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It didn't take long for word to reach the Core Four; once second period rolled around, they found me at my locker and started interrogating me to find out what I said or did to provoke the beating. I had to fight a laugh; even among them, this was somehow my fault.

Once they'd gotten their initial questions out of the way and let silence fall over us as they waited for me to answer, I merely said, "I didn't do anything; they came at me because Moose was being his usual asshole of himself and convinced everyone that I had fallen to Mantle's charms and am now a certified slut. Any other questions?"

Their shocked expressions were enough to tell me that they didn't expect my candor. Just as other students started rushing to their classes, Moose and his goons, including Reggie, stopped further down the hall by a locker. I'm sure their conversation was meant to be private, but their voices rose like they were the only ones in the area.

"Dude, did you seriously ditch first to go help out that little bitch?" Moose asked, getting into Reggie's face.

Reggie looked away, over Moose's shoulders, and spotted me looking on. I couldn't tell if he regretted helping me out earlier or if he was thinking of twisting the story to make it seem like he was throwing me a bone.

"Look, I just thought the whole fight thing was a little unnecessary," Reggie replied, looking back at Moose.

"Oh really? Maybe I was wrong; maybe you did enjoy that special time with her."

"You know what, Moose? What if I did? It sure beats all the other pretentious girls in this damn school. You might like them, but goddammit, if we weren't football players, do you think they'd give a damn about us?"

Their group grew silent; the Core Four grew silent.

Catching himself, Moose countered, "So, you think that she knows the real you? Is that the bullshit you're trying to say?" He chuckled and the others joined in.

"What's the alternative? Why do you even hate her that much?"

"Why? She's one of them, Reg! She's part of that psychotic group and worse yet, she's related to the Lodges. If you wanna get involved with that kind of insanity, then go ahead. Don't expect me to support you when she drops your ass for someone with a little more money, though."

With that, Moose stormed off with his lackeys, leaving Reggie standing there.

It wasn't supposed to come to this. Was being a better person really worth burning all of his friendships? Were they even real friendships to begin with?

The group turned to look at me and Ronnie broke the ice. "You don't seriously like him, do you? I mean, Mantle's a jerk, just like the rest of them."

I turned my back to them, closing my locker door. "Maybe, but no one else showed up to help me, not even you guys. That's got to stand for something, right?"

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"Hey, wait up!" someone called behind me.The day was officially over and I couldn't want to get out of there, away from all the questioning looks and baseless sneers. I turned at the person who called behind me and I almost tripped on the cracked pavement as I saw Reggie approaching.

When he fell in step next to me, I glanced at him and said, "What's this? Are you asking to be removed from your top tier of the social hierarchy?"

I could almost picture the smirk on his face as he responded, "Maybe I'm done with it all, just like you. Maybe I'll show them that I'm more than what they assume."

That made me stop in my tracks.

When he realized I had halted, he looked back and smiled smugly. "What? You didn't think I was capable of higher thinking?"

"N-no, I'm just shocked you realized it so soon."

"Really? Seems like I should have figured it out much earlier."

I offered him a smile and returned walking next to him. 

It wasn't long before we met up with slow-walking Core Four. When they saw up approaching, they made room for us but it was obvious by their sudden silence that they were curious about this new dynamic.

Instead of sauntering right through their group, we joined them, greeting them as casually as we could. It wasn't forgotten that they accused me earlier, but I could play civil like everyone else.

"Are you guys heading to Pop's?" Reggie asked.

The group exchanged glances and I fought the urge to roll my eyes as they telepathically decided whether or not to accept us.

"Yeah, we are," Archie finally responded.

"Great. Mind if we come with?" Reggie asked, testing the waters.

"S-Sure, of course," Betty confirmed with her ever-preppy tone.

The silence continued as we walked on, but at least they seemed to be warming up to the idea of Reggie joining to make a new dynamic.

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It seemed like we were the late ones for a change, because when we entered, there was already the usual group of football players and their girlfriends taking up the booths at the back of the diner.

When they saw Reggie, they started hollering and chuckling like hyenas, to which Reggie merely lead us forward towards the opposite end of the eatery.

We found one of the longer tables that could fit all of us, and they took their seats as they usually do: the girls on one side and the guys on the other. 

Reggie however, took out a chair and waited for me to sit before he took the other chair opposite me. The others looked on in silence at the sudden chivalry but quickly caught themselves and resumed talking.The waitress came over and took our orders; all milkshakes of varying flavours.

"Sure you should be doing a milkshake, Reg?" Archie teased.

"I could say the same for you, Andrews."

"So, I was in English class this morning and --" Betty started but was cut off when a brunette approached the table and all but flung herself onto Reggie.

"There you are! We're waiting for you." Her sweet-but-desperate tone wasn't lost on any of us.

I recognized her as the girl that Reggie had under his arm the last time I saw him in Pop's.

He chuckled nervously and said, "I'm with these guys. You don't have to wait for me." From across the table, his eye darted to mine, pleading for help.

Sighing, I stood up and placed a gentle hand on her upper arm. "I'm sorry, but you're bothering us and if Reggie doesn't want to go with you, he won't."

When she turned to me and took me in, she smirked and stood a little taller, brushing off my hand. "You're that bitch that forced yourself on my Reggie, aren't you?"

"Whoa, hold on-" Reggie started but she shot him an intense glare to shut him up.

Returning to me, she took a step closer and said, "You know, I'm sure he just felt really bad for you, being new and all. He's so sweet and can't tell the different between a complete desperate basket case and someone who really cares about him. You got him once, but don't dare think for a second that you can get another chance with him."

Smirking, I started to say something before Reggie rose to his feet and stood between us. "No, you need to stop. You don't understand one damn thing that's going on here," he said to the brunette.

Her gaze locked on him and the pitiful gaze appeared. "Reg Reg, what do you mean? She attacked you; you don't have to forgive her."

Sighing, Reggie glanced and me and said, "Everyone needs to stop blowing this out of proportion. What happened at the lake happened because I wanted it to. She didn't 'attack' me and she certainly didn’t fall for any of my usual charms."

Taking a step back, the brunette whispered, "You mean that you meant to kiss her? When we were together?"

"Whoa," Reggie started, holding his hands up in defense. "We were never going out."

She huffed and said, "Oh please. We did so many things, we might as well have been in a long-term relationship." The smirk that appeared on her face easily overpowered her minuscule moment of disappointment.

"Perhaps, but it was never more than a fling. You know that."

Sighing, she finally resigned herself and said, "Well, if you'd rather be with this- this poor excuse for a woman, then you were never really my type."

Reggie smirked and nodded. After a short moment of admitting defeat, she sauntered over to the other table and took a seat, turning her eyes onto her next target.

Reggie and I returned to our seats as the Core Four waited for one of us to break the silence.

As he always does, Jughead spoke up. "So, you really meant that kiss, Mantle?"

As his cheeks suddenly reddened, he looked towards me and said, "Yeah, I really did."

I couldn't help the smile that appeared as the others looked on and "Ooh"s were heard all around.

Saving us, the waitress appeared with our shakes and we returned to Betty's story about what had happened in English class. Throughout the afternoon, Reggie and I kept sneaking glances at one another and the others never missed it.

When my gaze met Ronnie's, she offered a softened smile. It was an expression that she had never shown me before; it was something I never knew how much I needed until it was there. 

[actual-cryptid-leshy]

They is my Family

Most who look at Jeremy see a timid boy. They see his hunched shoulders, his fidgeting hands, his nervous smiles, and listen to the stutter in his voice. And they draw their conclusions. To some degree they are true, but Jeremy is so much beyond that. He is surrounded by strong people, friends who are strong in all the ways that count. But he’s strong too.

AKA the Hunters AU I wrote instead of writing all the other things I'm supposed to be writing

Title is from the song They is my family by mother mother (t's a good song)

Word count: 5.7k

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‘’Run!’’ Rich yells, and Jake doesn’t see a point in not obeying that particular command. The two boys set off at a breakneck pace, dodging branches and roots alike as they barrel trough the dark forest. The only thing lighting their way is the full moon, unfortunately that’s also part of the reason why they have to run in the first place. ‘’Fucking werewolves!’’ Jake screams, listening to the large creature bounding after them, snarling and snapping its huge jaw. It’s fast. They’re always so fucking fast. ‘’Shouldn’t have loaded up with iron bullets!’’ Rich hollers back, too much glee in his voice, but Jake has known him long enough to know that the glee is a side effect of the adrenaline and the building panic. And so is the manic laughter and whooping as Rich deftly weaves between obstacles. There’s a clearing up ahead, seemingly empty, awash in silvery moonlight. ‘’Almost there almost there almost there.’’ Jake chants under his breath, panting and praying, feeling his heart beat in his throat and in his ears alike. The two of the burst trough the bushes surrounding the perimeter of the clearing, not even two seconds later the hulking beast comes crashing trough after them. It’s larger than it had looked amongst the trees. Dwarfed by the thick trunks and the heavy canopy, out in the open it could rival a moose. Jake has seen a moose up close. Never again. The werewolf is hot on their heels when a voice rings out across the clearing. ‘’Dive!’’ The boys do just that. Throwing themselves out of the concealed ring of mountain ash, a pervasively unnoticed figure quickly seals it, and the werewolf is trapped. ‘’Holy fuck.’’ Rich wheezes out, visibly deflating as he tried to catch his breath. The adrenaline is quickly having his system, same goes for Jake. ‘’You said it. I hate being bait.’’ he voices his complain, glancing at the hooded figure as she gets to her feet. ‘’That’s what you get for being the fastest people in the group.’’ Christine says with far too much cheer in her voice. ‘’That’s easy for you to say, you’re not werewolf chow on the reg.’’ Rich says as he gets to his feet. ‘’Stop your whining, you know we have back up plans.’’ Chloe says, stepping out of the forest, Brooke hot on her heels. ‘’Yeah, it’s not like we’d actually let it come near you.’’ she says from behind Chloes shoulder. Jake heaves a sigh as he struggles to his feet as well. His legs feel like jelly. ‘’Let’s just fix this mess and bounce already.’’ he pleads, examining a scrape on his arm. It’s not terribly deep, but it’s bleeding a little. Christine opens her book, stepping closer to the circle. ‘’ULFR, BROTT. GUMI, SITJA.’’ her voice echoes across the clearing, her outstretched hand radiates a light so bright it could rival the sun. The ring of mountain ash flares, a barrier rising and rising until it’s formed a dome around the wolf inside. The werewolf who is currently circling the perimeter, looking for any possible way out. Then the dome starts to shrink. The werewolf backs away, or tries to, it’s not a terribly large dome to begin with. The glowing forcefield shrinks and shrinks and shrinks until it fits itself snugly around the form of the creature. And then it keeps going, sinking beneath the surface. The hair starts receding, bones crack and reform as the human shape takes over from the wolf. Soon there is only a man laying prone in the clearing. A small glowing orb rises from his chest, a swirling black void inside, it floats gently as if on a breeze to the outstretched hand of Christine. She grabs it, the light dims. ‘’Let’s get out of here.’’ she says, and they’re all quick to comply.

The walk trough the forest is a quiet affair, aside from the odd twig snapping under a boot here and there. And the occasional rustle. It’s a forest at the dead of night during a full moon, it’s kinda creepy. Also they’ve far overstated their welcome. They make it to the road where the van is waiting, the side door sliding open to reveal Michael. ‘’I’m assuming it all went well, seeing as you’re all in one piece and not in a hurry.’’ he says, clambering back to sit shot gun as they all pile aboard. ‘’Shut your smart ass mouth.’’ Rich says. ‘’You sound tired.’’ Michael replies. ‘’It’s like 3am, what did you expect?’’ Jake argues, settling into his seat and fighting the siren call of sleep himself, now that he’s not on his feet, on something soft, and in a relatively warm car. ‘’Nothing less to be honest.’’ Michael says, glancing in the rear view mirror to make sure they’ve all put their seat belts on. ‘’Seatbelt, Christine.’’ he reminds her. ‘’Oh yeah, sorry.’’ She says quickly, buckling in with the hand not holding the orb of lycanthropy. ‘’We’re good to go.’’ Michael says, turning to his left, reaching out a hand and shaking Jeremy awake. Jeremy stretches in his seat, blinking his eyes against the light of the car interior. ‘’Everyone aboard?’’ he asks. ‘’Yes.’’ a chorus of six voices fill his ears. He yawns once, rubs his eyes and places his hands on the wheel. ‘’Let’s go.’’ he says, turning the key. As soon as the car roars to life the speakers begin emitting a soft melody. Michael hums along from his seat, laptop open and lighting up his face. The blue reflecting on his glasses. ‘’Could you text Jenna and tell her we’re on our way?’’ Jeremy asks him, and Michael nods, pulling out his phone.

To: Jen No missing limbs, headed back now.

From: Jen I’ve got food

To: Jen Ur a real live angel

From: Jen U know damn well i’m not, nerd

To: JenHey! I am a Geek n u kno it

He gets no further response. ‘’Jenna’s got food.’’ he says out loud. Rich lets out a rather impressive snore. ‘’Fucking bless.’’ Jake says, eyes closed and head resting against the window. Brooke is asleep on Chloes shoulder, and Christine is cradling the orb in her hands, focusing on draining it into a more stable container.

It’s closer to 5am as Jeremy pulls the van into the parking lot of the motel they’ve been crashing at for the past week. ‘’We’re here!’’ he says loudly enough to rouse the rest of the passengers from their slumber. All except Rich. Jake shakes his shoulder. ‘’I’m awake, fucking stop.’’ Rich mumbles after the third shake, and Jake chuckles. ‘’Food.’’ he says, and then Rich is up and trying to get out of his seat before he’s removed the seatbelt. Everyone practically falls out of the car. Jeremy is the last one to hop out, locking the car behind him and trying to herd the small group of half dead people into the building. It’s not the first time he’s had to do this, and won’t be the last. Michael is clutching his laptop to his chest, Christine now has a vice grip on a small metal vial. Jeremy snuggles further into the huge hoodie he’s wearing, hunching his shoulders against the morning chill. The person behind the desk doesn’t look surprised to see them stumble in at 5:16 am, but then again this is what they’re been doing for the past four days or so. The novelty probably wore off. He pats himself on the back for getting rooms on the first floor as he pulls out the key card to one, opening the door and finding Jenna sat at the small table by the window, takeout boxes stacked like the most inviting thing he’s ever seen. She looks up form her phone, smiles at them. ‘’Dig in.’’ is all she has to say. They each grab a random container, switching and sampling from each other as the contents of each are revealed. Jeremy has grabbed some sort of fried rice, and tucks in happily. He’s sitting on the floor, back against one of the slightly lumpy beds. Michael sits down next to him. His container is full of noodles and beef. Jeremy fiches out the first piece of carrot he spots, and Michael starts eating the pieces of bell pepper he sees in Jeremys dish. Brooke has taken the only other chair at the table, leaving Christine to also sit on the floor, while Chloe, Jake, and Rich sit on the beds. ‘’If you spill any in my bed I’m skinning you alive.’’ Jenna says to them, not even looking up from her phone as she eats her dumplings. Jake and Rich slow down a little, but what they’re currently doing can still be classified as inhaling their food. ‘’You leave the dude in the forest again?’’ Jenna asks Christine, who swallows her mouthful of soup before answering. ‘’Yeah, he’ll be safe inside the barrier until he wakes up, probably won’t have any memories of what happened either, he was turned recently so it let go of him pretty easily.’’ she says, then takes another huge gulp of soup. ‘’I think they’re headed further north, but I still can’t really pinpoint exactly where they’re going. If they’re going anywhere specific at all.’’ Jenna sighs, putting her phone down. ‘’If we keep following them we’ll catch up eventually, we’ve been getting closer and closer this past month or so.’’ Jeremy reasons, holding his container closer to Michael as he tries to find the rest of the bell pepper slices. ‘’The sooner we catch them the better. They’ve only been trouble from the start.’’ Chloe says from her perch on her bed, irritation clear in her voice. ‘’We still don’t know exactly who is in their group, they could have powerful witches on their side, or worse.’’ Brooke adds, gesturing with the wooden chopsticks. ‘’But we have you three.’’ Rich says, mouth stuffed with rice, gesturing to Brooke, Chloe, and Christine. ‘’We might be witches, and we might be powerful, but sometimes sheer number is enough to get the upper hand.’’ Christine tells him before throwing her head back and downing the rest of her soup. ‘’Still, I think our chances are pretty good, they haven’t been able to expand their group any further since we started following them.’’ Jeremy says, swallowing down the rest of his rice, grabbing his and Michaels empty containers to throw them out. He grabs Christines as he passes her as well. ‘’Not that we know of.’’ Jenna adds, ever the voice of reason. ‘’Yeah yeah, we’re gonna have to fight these guys eventually, and we can’t do that if we’re all sleep deprived. Bed time.’’ Michael says as he struggles to his feet. Jake and Rich get off of the bed they’re sitting on, throwing their containers in the trash as well as the boys head for the door. ‘’It’ll take us about five hours to get to the next town, and they’ve already got a head start, so we should leave not too long after noon.’’ Jenna tells Jeremy, who nods on his way out. ‘’Sleep well.’’ he tells the girls as he closes the door behind them. ‘’Have you got the keycard?’’ Jake asks him, and Jeremy nods, fishing around in the pocket of his hoodie. His hand closes around the smooth plastic surface, and he pulls it out and unlocked the door. ‘’Beeeeeeeed.’’ Rich sighs, pulling off items of clothing and dropping them on the floor as he beelines for his bed, falling face first into it in only his boxers. He shuffles around until he’s under the covers and is out cold before the others can scold him about his bad habits. Jake chuckles, heading for the bathroom himself. Jeremy takes the opportunity to pull off his hoodie and sports bra, slipping on an oversized t-shirt, ‘’I demand cuddles.’’ Michael says from behind him. He’s already gotten rid of his own hoodie and jeans, now wearing pajama pants with stars and a t-shirt with an alien head and the text ‘Humans Aren’t Real’. Jeremy cracks a smile. ‘’Sure.’’ he says. Michael takes off his glasses and climbs into the motel bed, clearly only meant for one person, and lifts the cover to indicate that Jeremy should climb in beside him. Jeremy quickly shucks his jeans, listening to the running water from the bathroom, and gets in. His legs tangle with Michaels immediately. Michaels arms pull him to his chest, and he snuggles in close. Michael kisses the top of his head, and murmurs into his hair, ‘’Love you Miah.’’ his breaths are coming slower, and Jeremy knows he’ll be asleep soon. He can feel that he won’t be awake for much longer himself. He feels warm and safe in Michaels embrace. ‘’Love you too Mikey.’’ he whispers, closes his eyes. The last thing he catches is the bathroom door opening, closing, the lights being turned off.

It’s ten past noon when the buzzing of a phone wakes him again. The sun is high in the sky, casting golden light in trough the grimy window of the motel. Jeremy is warm and cozy, wrapped up in the blanket and with his boyfriends limbs caging him in. The buzzing doesn’t stop. He sits up reluctantly, snatching the phone from the nightstand. Michael groans, burying his face in the pillow to get away from the light. Jeremy smiles down at him fondly.

From: Chrissy WAKEY WAKEY EGGS AND BAKEY

To: Chrissy It’s like noon breakfast time is long gone

From: Chrissy The sentiment still stands. R u guys awake?

To: Chrissy I am, I’ll wake the others Rendezvous in 30?

From: Chrissy Deal

He sighs, lamenting the fact that he won’t get any more sleep until they’re in the next shitty motel, and get out of bed. ‘’Jeremyyyyyyyyy.’’ Michael whines from the bed. ‘’Rise and shine, buttercup.’’ he replies, smirking as Michael just keeps groaning at the stupid nickname. ‘’Don’t wanna.’’ he says, once the groaning has run it’s course. ‘’We’ve got 30 minutes to pack and get to the front desk.’’ Jeremy informs him. That gets a reaction. ‘’Dibs on the shower!’’ Michael yells, already out of bed and running for the bathroom. ‘’Hey!’’ Jeremy yells, trying to beat him to it, but not making it that far. The door slams shut in his face, and he can hear Michael cackling behind the thin door. ‘’You ass.’’ Jeremy says, smiling. He heads back to the bed, lifting his duffle bag up from the floor so he can properly rifle trough it. ‘’Can you lovebirds keep it down?’’ Jake says from his bed, voice raspy from sleep. ‘’Nope.’’ Jeremy replies, with far too much cheer in his voice. Jake only grunts in reply, pulling th blanket over his head. ‘’We’ve gotta be out of here in 30, I suggest you get up.’’ Jeremy tells the Jake shaped lump under the blanket. He gets another groan, but Jake does get out of bed. Kinda. He sits up, puts his feet on the floor. Then just stares out into the empty room trough half lidded eyes. He kicks a leg out, knocking it into the bed next to his, coincidentally containing Rich. ‘’Dude. Wake up.’’ he says, and the Rich formed lump grumbles before lifting itself up. The blanket falls away to reveal a truly awful case of bedhead. Which is usually the case for Rich. ‘’Shower?’’ he asks. ‘’Michaels in the shower, I’ll wake you up once he gets out.’’ Jeremy says, and Rich collapses back down onto the mattress, burying his face as far into the pillow as it will go. He continues to pull out his toiletries and some clean clothes for the day. Jake finally stands up from the bed and starts collecting his own things from around the room. It’s impressively messy for only having been occupied for about 5 days. Jeremy notices the bandage on his arm. ‘’You okay?’’ he asks, and Jake glances down at where Jeremy is looking. ‘’Oh yeah, probably just a branch.’’ he says, shrugging. Jeremy raises an eyebrow at him. ‘’I’m fine! Seriously!’’ Jake insists, and Jeremy lets it go. ‘’Just let Brooke have a look at you later, okay?’’ he asks. Jake nods, lips quirking up into a smile. ‘’You worry too much.’’ Jake tells him. Jeremy scoffs. ‘’You worry too little. I have to balance it out.’’ he shoots back, causing Jake to laugh. ‘’Fair point.’’ he concedes. The sound of the shower stops. Jake heads over to Rich to nudge him awake again. ‘’Shower’s free.’’ he says, and Rich finally manages to drag himself out of bed. The bathroom door opens, revealing Michael in a towel, his pajamas under one arm. ‘’I forgot my glasses.’’ he says, and Jeremy snatches them from the bedside table. ‘’I’m holding them hostage!’’ he exclaims as Michael wanders over. Rich is quick to duck into the now vacant bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Jake goes back to packing his bag, ignoring them. ‘’Oh no, whatever shall I do?’’ Michael says, mock distress in his voice and a smile on his lips. Jeremys own eyes shine with mischief. ‘’Well I guess you’ll have to pay the price.’’ Jeremy says mater of factly, holding the glasses carefully behind his back. ‘’And that would be?’’ Michael asks, dragging the last word out slightly. ‘’Just kiss me already.’’ Jeremy says, laughter in his voice. ‘’I can do that.’’ Michael agrees, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on Jeremys lips. His skin is still slightly damp from the shower, and his hair is kinda wet, and getting Jeremys forehead wet. Not that he minds. Jeremy unfolds the glasses behind his back, and as Michael pulls back he brings them around and plants them gently on his boyfriends face. ‘’I have to admit I prefer seeing your pretty face.’’ Michael says, grinning. Jeremys entire face goes red. ‘’Shut the fuck up.’’ he replies, but can’t fight down his smile. He ruffles Michaels slightly wet hair, sending water droplets everywhere, before starting to pack his own belongings into his duffel bag.

It’s 28 minutes later as the guys make their way to the front desk with their luggage. The girls are already waiting for them. ‘’I already paid so we can just go.’’ Chloe informs them, and together they head out to the van. The various bags are thrown into the back, and then they all pile into the seats. Michael takes shot gun as per usual, and Jeremy situates himself behind the wheel. ‘’Can we listen to Les Mis?’’ Christine asks, and Michael is quick to find the album on the iPod permanently plugged into the car. ‘’We’ll listen trough it once, and then someone else gets to pick.’’ Michael decides, selecting ‘Look Down’. The dramatic opening music isn’t really appropriate for the sleepy mood in the car, but by the time ‘Red and Black’ rolls around they’re all singing along. ‘’If I ever get the chance to see it again I’d die of happiness.’’ Christine admits, looking out of the car window at the trees passing by. The road is quiet, surrounded by gorgeous nature. ‘’We should totally do that next time we’re in New York.’’ Jeremy agrees, glancing at Christine in the rearview mirror. ‘’That would be awesome.’’ Brooke chimes in from her seat. Jeremy smiles to himself as he watches the road. It’s nice, talking about doing normal stuff like this. Like they can be normal people in a normal world enjoying normal things. Something huge and dark leaps into the road and Jeremy swerves to the right, missing it by a hairs breadth. ‘’What the fuck was that?’’ he yells, trying to get a look at it in the mirror. Jake and Rich are staring out the back, trying to get a glimpse of it as well. ‘’I don’t know but it’s following us!’’ Jake shouts. Jeremy steps on the gas. The small road is full of curves and uneven terrain, and the van wasn’t exactly built for high speed chases, but he can make due. ‘’It’s a werewolf!’’ Rich shouts next. ‘’Is it an ambush?’’ Christine questions. ‘’It probably is.’’ Jenna answers. ‘’Whatever it is we have to loose this thing somehow.’’ Michael nearly yells, frantic and nearing panic. Jake pulls out his gun, the one loaded with silver bullets laced with wolfsbane. ‘’I’m gonna open the back, hold onto your hats.’’ he warns, and then he throws open the back door. The sonds of heavy paws on asphalt is like thunder. Jake takes aim. ‘’Turn!’’ Jeremy warns as a sharp turn comes up, Jake holds off on the shot until the van is stable again. This time, he aims and fires rapidly. The bullet catches the werewolf in the shoulder, but it doesn’t really slow down. He fires off another, and catches it in the leg. This definitely makes it slow down. But so does the van. He turns around, question on the tip of his tongue, and then he spots the roadblock. ‘’Shit.’’ he says instead. Jeremy stops the car completely. Jake slams the backdoor shut. There are four cars blocking the road, and about ten people standing around, some of them have guns, and they’re all aimed right at the van. One man steps away from the blockade, walking leisurely toward the van and coming to a halt only a couple of meters away. ‘’I just want to talk.’’ he says. His dark hair is slicked back, his smile is sharp like a knife, and his electric blue eyes strike Jeremy as nothing but untrustworthy. ‘’I’ll talk to him.’’ Jenna says, unbuckling her seatbelt. ‘’What? No, don’t go out there! It’s a trap!’’ Christine hisses. ‘’Of course it’s a trap, but what else are we supposed to do?’’ she hisses back. She opens the door, hops out and walks to the front of the van. She keeps a good distance between herself and the strange man. ‘’What do you want?’’ she asks him. He starts shaking his head. ‘’No, no. I fear you’ve misunderstood me. I want all of you out here. I know there are eight of you little menaces. You must be Jenna Roland, correct?’’ he asks her, and Jenna keeps her cool, only nods once, stiffly. Poker face never slipping. Something cols has taken a hold of Jermeys insides, however. He glances to Michael, who nods once. He looks in the rearview mirror and gets the same response from the rest. They unbuckle their seatbelt and get out of the van. Jake and Rich go to the front, flanking Jenna on either side. Christine and Michael stand on the left side not too far behind, and Brooke and Chloe do the same on the right. Jeremy sticks close to the drivers side door, almost hiding behind the side mirror. The man smiles. ‘’You kids have been a thorn in my side for quite some time now.’’ he says. ‘’Oh my god, are you seriously gonna bad guy monologue at us right now?’’ Michael snaps. ‘’Excuse me?’’ the man says, raising one dark eyebrow. ‘’Like, we know we’re annoying you, that’s kinda part of the whole thing, and we know you’re a bad guy and we really don’t care about your motive or whatever. You’re running around turning people against their wills and murdering a lot of innocent people!’’ Chloe says, all the while looking rather unimpressed. The mans face controls into quite the impressive scowl. ‘’Kids nowadays. Can’t appreciate a good motive.’’ he mutters mostly to himself. ‘’Motive means jack shit, you’re an asshole either way.’’ Rich says loudly, arms crossed and stance confident. ‘’Fine, I’ll skip my,’’ his face morphs into a look of disgust, ‘’Bad guy monologue, as you so eloquently put it, and skip right to the part where I order my people to kill you.’’ he smiles, a chill runs down their spines. ‘’Sound good?’’ he asks them, raising one gloved hand into the air and snapping his fingers. The sound is deafening in the quiet that had defended upon the small road. The people scattered around the blockade aim their guns at them, and from behind them they can hear the growl of an injured werewolf. Jake and Rich draw their own guns. The man has turned around and is walking walking back to the relative safety of the roadblock. ‘’SKJALDBORG.’’ Christine commands, arms outstretched and eyes glowing. The guns starts firing as the barrier rises above them. It’s not enough to cover the van, and the tires are quickly pierced from the side. ‘’The forest!’’ Jeremy shouts. Brooke and Chloe start throwing offensive spells, hitting a few people with blasts of ice and fire and other various unpleasant things, Jake and Rich are holding off the werewolf with a shower of silver bullets, but they won’t last forever. The few witches on the other side start throwing their own spells, and while they deflect against the barrier, it does tear away at it. ‘’Hurry!’’ Christine shouts, trying to move them as a group closer to the forests edge. Rich runs out of bullets before Jake, so he pulls out a knife coated in distilled wolfsbane and lunges. ‘’Rich!’’ Jake shouts, diving in after him to fight close range. ‘’Wait-‘’ Jeremy starts to shout but Jake cuts him off, ‘’Keep going!’’ and go they do. They break into a run, Christine, Brooke, and Chloe throwing spells over their shoulders as they sprint for the trees, weaving between trunks in unpredictable patterns. Michael and Jeremy stick close together, and soon the sound of people pursuing them drowns out the sound of spells being cast. ‘’We need to split.’’ Michael yells, trying to not be too loud. Jeremy turns desperate eyes on him. ‘’No.’’ he pleads, and he knows it’s a bad idea to stick together. Knows it’s more likely they’ll be caught, but he can’t bring himself to leave Michael. ‘’You need to get out of here. You know that.’’ Michael says, pulling a couple of throwing knives out of his hoodie. Jeremy can feel his ribs ache, feels the tears threaten to spill over. ‘’Stay safe.’’ Jeremy says, meaning I love you. ‘’You too.’’ Michael says, meaning I love you. Michael takes a sharp left, and Jeremy keep going straight ahead. He lets the first swallow him.

‘’Seven. I have seven annoying little brats. There are supposed to be eight!’’ the man, Sebastian, yells at his underlings. Or, what remains of his underlings, as Michael is happy to notice. They all look rather roughed up, and he’s pretty sure there are fewer than when he last saw them. The guy with a firm hold of the back of his hoodie shoves him to the ground next to Chrisitne, and with his hands tied behind his back he can’t really break the fall. He manages to turn around slightly, landing on his should instead of on his face, which he guesses his glasses appreciate. ‘’Jeremy?’’ Christine asks him in a whisper, and he gives a slight nod, a pleased curve of the lips. her shoulders sink slightly, and she breathes a little easier. ‘’Find the last one or I’ll personally gut you.’’ Sebastian tells the underling in his grasp, before letting him go. The guy stumbles slightly, before scrambling off further into the forest. Sebastian turns to them. ‘’What a pathetic move, trying to save the weakest one. I’ll bring him here and kill him while you all watch, teach you a fucking lesson before you all die.’’ he mutters. Michael has to fight to keep his mouth shut, and pleased to find similar outraged looks on his friends faces. Three goons run off deeper into the forest at the sound of someone yelling. Sebastian rubs his temples. ‘’Im surrounded by incompetence.’’ he grumbles, but his head whips up again as the previous yell is replaced with another. And another. And another. ‘’You.’’ he says, pointing at three other goons. ‘’Go figure out what the fuck is going on.’’ he snaps. They salute him briefly, before jogging iff in the same direction as the previous three. ‘’And will someone find my god damned werewolf!’’ he shouts. Two other goons run off in the direction where Jake and Rich had been hauled in from. The two boys snicker as they watch them go. ‘’And what, exactly, is so fucking funny?’’ Sebastian asks, leaning down slightly to get closer to their faces, most likely as an intimidation tactic. ‘’Oh nothing.’’ Rich says. ‘’It’s just that all they’ll find is a rug that used to be a werewolf.’’ Jake finishes. If his hands were free he would totally high five Rich, but the look that passes between them certainly conveys it enough for Sebastian to let out a shout of outrage. ‘’You fucking-‘’ he cuts himself off. Straightens up and takes a deep breath. ‘’Just you wait.’’ he says menacingly. There are only two other guys left with them now, the forest otherwise eerily quiet. The trees creak and groan, bending to the will of a wind that doesn't exist. The canopies cluster together, blocking out the sun and casting the forest floor into darkness. A twig snaps off in the distance. ‘’Let my friends go.’’ a voice says from the other direction. It’s quiet, and soft, but heard easily in the unnatural stillness. ‘’Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?’’ Sebastian says, aiming for unaffected, but his voice shakes slightly. ‘’Word of advice,’’ the voice answers, from a different direction now, coming from the shadows between the trees. Echoing in a space where there really should be no echo. ‘’Don’t fight a creature on it’s home turf.’’ Jeremy says, standing right behind Sebastian. He whirls around, knife in his hand, but before he even has Jeremy fully in his vision, they boy is gone once again. Someone screams, and then there is only Sebastian and the lone henchman left in the dark forest. ‘’Boss?’’ the lady says, voice shaking. Sebastian makes to turn around to face her, but when he does he finds that he is alone. The forest around him seems endlessly dark, impossibly quiet. The sound of crows overhead sends a jolt trough him. ‘’What kind of fucking parlor trick is this?’’ he asks the trees, not expecting an answer. What he gets instead is a lanky boy, brown curly hair, freckles and blue eyes. Quite ordinary looking. He steps out from between the trees, out from the nothingness. With each step he takes he changes. There are horns growing out of his hair, his eyes glow green. With every step he takes he grows taller, less human shaped. Once he is only a couple of meters away he stops, the green eyes are staring down at Sebastian, piercing trough his soul. He can’t make out any features, only the silhouette of the terrifying creature before him. ‘’You should have left my friends alone.’’ a voice says from all around him, creaking like the trees, cawing like the crows, growling like the wolves, howling like the wind. Sebastian panics. He lunges forward, knife raised. He hits nothing. The silhouette is gone. He looks up, finds the glowing green eyes still staring down at him. ‘’You’re never getting out of here alive.’’ he hears, and then the green eyes close, and he is alone once more, for the final time.

‘’Are you guys okay?’’ Jeremy asks, walking up to his friends where they sit tied up on the forest floor. ‘’Duh.’’ Rich says, smirking. His lip is split and he has the beginnings of a black eye, but he’s still smirking. Jeremy sighs and pulls out his swiss knife to cut them loose. ‘’You went all out on those guys, huh?’’ Christine muses, rubbing her newly freed wrists. Jeremy moves on to Michael. ‘’Well, they hurt you guys.’’ he says simply, and his voice is his own, but carries the undertone of something much more ancient. It’s enough to send a slight chill down her back. Michael flings his arms around Jeremys neck as soon as he’s free. Christine takes it upon herself to free the others. ‘’You’re okay though, right?’’ Michael asks him, head buried in his neck. ‘’Yeah, I am. You?’’ Jeremy asks him back, winding his arms around Michael, kissing the side of his head. ‘’Yeah.’’ Michael says. Christine frees Jake and Rich, and the three of them has Chloe, Brooke, and Jenna untied in no time. Jeremy pulls Michel to his feet. ‘’Any idea where our van is?’’ Jenna asks Jeremy, who points out to their left. The road is visible trough the trees, all the cars and then van still standing right where they left them. ‘’Damn.’’ she whispers. Jeremy leads them out, a clear path from their former place of capture straight to their van. ‘’Can you fix the wheels?’’ Jake asks Brooke. ‘’Well, they’re not organic tissue per se, but I’m pretty sure I can manage.’’ she says, smiling. ‘’I’m gonna move the other cars.’’ Rich says., wandering over. ‘’I’ll help.’’ Jake offers, following after him. Michael watches them go, watches Brooke get into position to close up the gashes in the tires, he grabs Jeremys hand. ‘’Are you sure you’re okay? I know you don’t like being involved with this.’’ he says. Jeremy turns his gaze on Michael. ‘’When you befriended me, you made a pact.’’ he replies, reaching a hand up and touching the gold chain around his neck. Michael follows the movement with his eyes. ‘’If we set you free, would you leave?’’ he asks, still staring at the gold chain. Jeremy smiles. ‘’No, I don’t think I would.’’ he answers, truthfully. ‘’Good.’’ Michael says, leaning down to kiss him. Jeremy lifts himself up n his toes a little to bring him closer. ‘’We’re ready to keep going.’’ Christine says. The others have piled into the van already. Christine climbs in. Michael goes around to the other side and Jeremy hops in on the drivers side. He adjusts the rearview mirror, turning to look back at his friends. ‘’Where to now?’’ he asks. ‘’New York?’’ Brooke suggest. ‘’Broadway!’’ Christine shouts enthusiastically. The others in the back nod, smiling. Jeremy turns to Michael, who smiles and reaches out to grab his hand. ‘’New York it is.’’ Jeremy says, turning the key.

[writing-in-riverdale]

twin andrews part 5 | jughead x reader

part one:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158708863703/twin-andrews-juggie-x-reader-an-im-hoping

part two:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158896154168/twin-andrews-part-2-jughead-x-reader

part three:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158929430293/twin-andrews-part-three-jughead-x-reader

part four:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/159002098033/twin-andrews-part-4-jughead-x-reader

part 6: https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/159528549924/twin-andrews-part-6-jughead-x-reader

a/n: i can’t believe you all want part 5!!!!! I’m so stoked that i have such a loving following and i just want to thank you guys for everything. this ones for my day one nuggets! 

i wonder aimlessly through the school looking for my friends when i hear a familiar voice call my name.

“(y/n)?!” i turn and look int what used to be the blue and gold office  “B?” i question stepping into the dusty room “whats with the drop sheets?”i ask grabbing one of the sheets and pulling it back to reveal a few computers.

“what are you doing in here? I’m pretty sure we can die from smoke inhalation-” i complain coughing, “that doesn’t really make sense-” i roll my eyes at the girl.

“okay anyway i was thinking about starting up the blue and gold, it kinda died after you left-” i walk around the room the feeling of familiarity washing over me.

Betty and I used to run the blue and gold with a few others in freshman year, she reported i photographed and occasionally wrote but we had a few other kids that often did the writing portion of the work load.

“B id love to but I’m writing is extremely rusty, i think we need someone who’s confident in their writing, I’m happy to take pictures like last time” she jumps up and hugs me.

“thank you!” she squeals and i roll my eyes “okay well this place needs some seriously work” she nods “and the writer-?”

and was if on cue theres a beanie wearing brunette leaning against the door frame “andrews” he greets looking over to betty “betts” 

“jones” i stand crossing my arms over my chest as i lean against the desk behind me “so is this our writer?” i ask my blonde friend.

“juggie!” betty pulls him into the room, he widens his eyes before walking and sitting next to me our arms brushing against one and another.

“whats up?” i loose focus of the conversation glancing down at our almost touching hands.

he nudges my arm and i shoot up my attention being brought back, “huh?”

the both laugh and i feel embarrassment wash over me “jugs agreed to help us!” she cheers her blonde pony tail swishing.

the bell rings and i grab my bag off the floor, “I’ve got chem, ill see you later?” she nods and i leave the pair not long after jughead comes rushing out touching my shoulder to grab my attention.

“mmh” i murmur turning to the brunette boy “you okay?” i ask weaving my way through the mass.

“yeah i just thought we could walk together, yano since we have chem together-” i nod “its fine, you don’t need an excuse to walk with me jug” i chuckle.

“oh miss andrews” i roll my eyes at the sound, jughead turns around but i grab his arm “don’t even bother glancing at him” i tell the boy as he nods in confusion.

and soon enough the raven haired boy is bouncing in front of me “miss me?” he smirks and i groan “reg your going to make us all late” i complain seeing the class within our reach our teacher already standing inside.

“move reggie!” i complain, i turn to the boy next to me “jug just go ill catch up with you-” he shakes his head “I’m not leaving you alone with him” he glares at the taller boy.

“is that so jones? you yano this is my river vixen, how about you get your own? maybe like betty cooper. maybe she’s freaky in bed like her sister” i can see the anger burning up in his eyes.

“jeez can i just not be such an asshole for once” i grab jugheads hand and push through reggie and head for the classroom door letting jughead walk in first then i follow after him but not before reggie slides in behind me.

his hands find there way down to my skirt giving my ass a squeeze lifting the fabric up slightly

i turn and slap the boy hard across the face “don’t touch me reggie i mean it” i warn stepping close to him poking his chest.

i feel a warm hand on my shoulder pulling me away from the raven headed boy “leave it his just being a blow head” i turn and smile softly to the blonde “tell me bout it”

i glance to see jughead glaring at the boy anger coursing through him, reggie smirks at the beanie clad boy walking past our shared desk

“what’s up Wednesday Addams? you jealous? i get to touch her sweet ass and you don’t?” he chuckles and i catch jugheads shoulder pushing him back down in his chair.

“not. worth. it.” i day through gritted teeth plastering a smile on my face as the raven haired boy smirks walking past and settling in the desk behind us

i can see the anger boiling up inside the boy and i chew on the end of my pen before nudging him with my elbow “he’s just trying to get to you jug just forget it”

“yeah well it’s working” he replies annoyed trying his hardest to focus on his work and not reggie’s constant snickers and the replay of him griping your ass

a mixture of jealous and disgust swirling around in his stomach but feels your warm hand slide over top of his giving it a small squeeze as you pay attention to the front of the class.

“sorry” he mumbles removing his hand from mine and clearing his throat, i swallow feeling a little embarrassed that he pulled away from my touch “don’t worry about it”

✿

the bell rings and i rush out like im on fire, spotting my three friends over by the lockers. i speed walk over rushing over to Kevin giving him a half hug

he chuckles and throws an arm around me “you okay?” he asks and i sigh “just a crap day thats all- what’s that?” he glances down at his phone and i gasp

“oh my god” we say in unison glancing to our new raven haired friend “what?” she closes the locker and gives us a puzzled look. kevin glances at betty before handing his phone over to veronica

allowing her to look at the picture that chuck had uploaded of the two after their date last night, except chuck had got a little carried away with photoshop and added a riverdale ‘sticky maple’ to her face

“what the hell is a sticky maple?!” kevin shrugs nervous “it’s kinda what it sounds like it’s a riverdale thing” he tries to explain and she shakes her head “no it’s a slur shaming thing”

“and im neither a slut nor am i going to be shamed by someone named excuse me chuck clayton”

people take their times to stop in the hall snickering at our new raven haired friend their phones buzzing in their hands as they whisper and point

“move along” i yell annoyed at the crowd that scramble at the sound rushing to get away from us

“does he really think he can get away with this?!” she rambles furious “does he not know who I am?!”

she glances between the three of us “i will cut the breaks in his supped up phallic symbol!”

betty interjects “or we could go to principle weatherbee!”

veronica snaps back “about the coaches son?! who’s captain of the football team and riverdale highs resident golden boy?!”

“and or we-” she pauses nudging me “can expose him in the pages of the blue and gold!! yeah i can do that! she nods frantically placing her hand on kevins shoulder

“spoken like a true good girl who always follows the rules”

i finally speak up “she’s right-” anger bubbles up inside of me “no way-he can’t- not again”

veronica nods at me before shoving Kevin’s phone back into his chest “well i don’t follow rules!”

i agree turning and storming off in the direction of the boyslocker room

it’s not long till veronica is at my side along with betty trailing along “i make them” she seethes “and when necessary i break them”

she turns to the blonde struggling to keep up with the pair of us “you want to help us get revenge on chuck Betty? that’s awesome! but you better be ready to go full dark no stars”

we almost reach the boys locker room and veronica pause turning to face the worried blonde “so what do you say betts in or out”

“im totally in” i leave the two girls not waiting to listen to Betty’s response. we pass jughead who looks worried at my anger he calls my name but i ignore him approaching the doors to the boys locker room

i push through the doors first glancing around to try and spot the culprit but the sea of half naked boys itnwas proving difficult “damn it” i mutter

veronica takes the lead grabbing Betty’s hand and she uses the other to shield her face rushing into the crowd and bumping into the one and only archie andrews

“ronnie, betty, (y/n)? what are you guys doing in here” he quickly rewraps his towel around his torso not wanting to expose himself to the three girls.

“don’t worry about it” ronnie tells my brother attempting to move past him, “no-” he starts blocking our path

“i mean it andrews hit the showers and get out of my way” she shoves past my brother and makes her way deeper into the change rooms

my brother reaches for my shoulder “arch don’t” i move past him and see that veronica and betty have encountered chuck

“b and v- ladies” he licks his lips still wet from the showers, his towel hanging low from his hips his body on full show

veronica steps forward extending her phone toward chuck “this is disgusting, take it down” the boys chuckle

“oh woho why you so wound up? it’s a badge of honour- and well your not exactly virgin territory after your closet date with andrews”

i get ready to interject but betty beats me to it

“okay that’s beyond irrelevant chuck” she pauses “your not allowed to go around humiliating girls for any reason under any circumstances! you-you-jerk!”

her smirks at the blonde addressing her"look i get your not a closet kinda girl but hey, if you want to ride the chuck wagon that can be arranged”

the locker room erupts in snickers the boys rielling each other up

veronica’s quick to defend her best friend “let’s keep this simple so your preppy half murder brain can grasp it

she walks closer to him narrowing the gap between them “take this. the hell. down”

he glances to his boys before leaning down to Veronica’s eye line “see that high, bitch tone attitude might have worked on the betas you dated in new york but-” he pauses “your in bull dog territory now”

the boys back him up by snarling and barking like dogs, how darling of them

“but please fight back” she smirks giddy “your only making it harder for yourself”

betty grabs the raven haired girl but he shoulder and guides her out of the crowed locker room, clearly furious and somewhat embarrassed

as the girls moved im revealed to the jock “oh! is that miss andrews?!” he yells allowing all the boys to turn and gather around me

“you disgust me” i seethe digging my nails into my palms so o don’t lash out at the boy.

“what did you think that you were my last?” he chuckles and i instantly feel sick at the memory “don’t flatter yourself” he smirks

“take it down chuck, now” he rolls his eyes at my persistence “everyone’s already seen it now” he attempts to sass me.

“so you wouldn’t have any problem with deleting it then right?” a bunch of ‘ooohs’ floated around the room making chuck angry

he slams his fist against the locker beside me “did you forget where you are andrews?” the boys start barking again and i roll my eyes at their childishness

“you may be a bulldog chuck but just remember im a vixen and ill bring you down when you least expect it”

i go to punch him and he flinches then continue to try and play it off “well well well, if it isn’t the better half of the andrews” i turn and move past the raven haired jock

“not in the mood reg” i make my way out of the locker room and into the hall when i spot my two friends im presuming making a game plan

“hey wait-” i turn and sigh frustrated “god reggie what now?!” i respond my voice grower louder

he lifts he’s hands up in surrender “is everything okay?” he swallows glancing at me, i hesitate before shaking my head “no but it will be soon enough-” he nods placing a hand on my shoulder

“would you maybe want to come with me to pops tonight? talk about whatever the hell happened in there?” i glance over to my friends then back to reggie

“reggie-” he cuts me off “please (y/n) we haven’t spoken since you moved? i promise it’s just a milkshake and a bite to eat nothing more” i roll my eyes fine 8"

i move away and head over frantically to my friends “ronnie you okay?” she nods offering a small smile

“he took it down- chuck. i made him take it down” she looks up at me and hugs me tight “thank you” i squeeze her back rubbing her back soothingly “its okay” i whisper back

✖

“dad?” i call out closing the front door as i trudge through the house looking for my father.

the sound of drills coming from our backyard was enough to get me curious “dad?” i ask walking out the door and down into our backyard

the shed door was open, my father inside sound proofing our garage. the noise stops as my dad notices my presence “hey kiddo” i smile up at my dad

“what’s all this?”

“just fixing up the shed for your brother, he need somewhere to practice”

i furrow my brows “archies into music? when did that happen?” i chuckle flopping down on one of the couches

“over the summer, there’s a new teacher at the school- miss grundy, she’s been helping archie alot with it” i nod taking in all the new information

“archie never told me about her” i say confused “oh im sure he would’ve wanted to- he probably forget to mention it at some point”

i sit for a few trying to figure out why archie hadn’t told me about his new venture and his closeness to our music teacher

i stand up brushing off my jeans “im going to go to pops” my dad nods “oh pop actually run, wanted to know if you wanted your old job back?”

i widen my eyes surprised “really?!” he nods “you should go see him” i nod giving him a kiss on the cheek before rushing off to the diner

the bell chimes as the door to pops swings open, the older man smiles at me as i walk over the threshold “hey pop!”

“miss andrews just the lady i wanted to see” i smile leaving against the front counter “dad told me the news, id love to come back if you’d like me back” i smile at the man

i worked at pops for about 4 months before i moved, i waitressed and every so often i was allowed into the kitchen to make a few off the menu items

he bends down behind the counter and places my old uniform on the bench in front of me, a cheer to myself running me finger over my badge “thank you!!” i squeal giving him a small hug

“when do you want me to start?” he glances around the semi busy diner “how about now, im expecting hermione to come in soon so you two can keep it down till dinner rush right?” i nod

i grab my uniform and head toward the restroom pausing and turning first “wait who’s hermonie?” he chuckles “it’s fine never mind” i push open the door and change from my school clothes to uniform

when i return to the front desk pop has disappeared and is replaced by a beautiful raven haired older lady, i plaster on a smile and walk toward her

“you must be hermione?” the lady looks up smiling softly at me and dismissing whatever she was doing to walk over to me

“thats me, may i ask who you are?” i mentally face palm “(y/n), andrews- i worked her last year- pop just gave me my job back” she nods

“so your Fred’s daughter?” she questions and i nod “guilty” she giggles at me placing a hand on my shoulder “you look just like your mother- you know your father and i dated in high school”

my jaw drops “no way!! my dad with a woman like you- jeezz i didn’t know he had that much game” the lodge woman smiled at me giving me a nudge on my hip

“your father was devilishly handsome in high school-” i squeeze my eyes shut “oh god- ew” we both share a laugh before I turn and scan the diner spotting a familiar beanie in one of our booths

“friend of yours?” i smile at the thought “yeah something like that- ill be back” i walk over from my fellow co-worker and toward jughead sliding into the booth

“oh im good for a refill- oh (y/n) hey” i smile at the brunette “hey juggie” i play with the ends of my hair as he examines me “cute dress”

i blush and scuff my converse against the diner floor brushing jugheads leg by accident causing me to blush further “its a look isn’t it” i tease and he nods laughing as he continues to type

“i didn’t know you got your job back” he questions eyes moving from me then back to his laptop

“i only just got it back, he called dad and said he’d consider having me back- it’ll be good anyways to get that extra bit of money” he nods silence filling the booth

“can i get you anything? another milkshake?” he closes his laptop and stares into my eyes before dropping to my lips.

i feel something twitch in my stomach that causing me to bite my lip “juggie?” he snapped out of his gaze “hm what?”

i laugh moving myself from my side of the booth to his “do you want me to get you anything?” i say glancing at the empty fries bowls and milkshake glasses.

i knew when he wrote he always ordered a burger and fries to keep him going, sometimes he’d be too wrapped up to even touch the food placed infront of him

he swallows at our closeness eyes darting all over the place “i need to tell you something” he’s arms extends over the back of the booth

“your starting to worry me, what is it? is it important i do have tables to wait” he looks down at my hands placed on his thighs “it’s about your brother, he’s in trouble"

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Safe & Sound

He felt his heart pounding against his rib cage as if it were about to rip out of his chest. Actually, it did feel like his heart was going to be ripped out of his chest. They had you. 

You guys were out and about enjoying each other’s company and joking around. One minute you were right behind him, arms reach away. The next moment he heard your muffled screams as he saw you being dragged into a van.

His feet were pounding rapidly against the pavement as he ran back to the apartment. He cursed himself as he searched his messy home for some keys. “Fuck, this is not the time to be-”his thoughts were interrupted when he heard a loud ping from his computer.

“Bring $1,000,000 to XXX in XXX in 3 hours or the girl dies.”

“Fuck,” he thought to himself angrily. He wasn’t mad because of the money, oh no he had more than enough of that and was willing to give it all up for you. He was pissed because he brought you into this mess.  

He was at the rendezvous point two hours early. Each second that passed by he felt himself become more anxious and impatient. He knew that he had no leverage so he couldn’t risk pulling any punches this time. It felt like years had passed before he saw two large black vans pull into the empty lot. How

He felt anger course through his veins, he wanted every single one of them dead. “How dare they?” The heat that was rushing through his veins was soon replaced with ice. The men had finally pulled you out and you look so tattered. Your body was covered with cuts, duct tape sealed your lips and your eyes were filled to the brim with tears. He heard his heart stopped beating; he wanted to cry, to scream. To vent all of this pent up anger and frustration somehow.

But he couldn’t. One step out of line and you could get hurt even more. Or worse.

He tossed the duffle bag filled with money over to the men and waited as patiently as he could. One of them henchmen walked over and searched the bag, counting the money and making sure there wasn’t any type of tracking devices. Seven’s patience was running thin, he wanted to run fight every single one of them for even thinking about holding you for ransom. He hated that he was at their mercy, that he couldn’t do anything more to help you.

“Boss, we’re all good.” Seven felt himself let go a breath he wasn’t even aware he had been holding. 

He watched as the henchman that had been holding you placed a tender kiss on your cheek as you flinched away from him. Seven’s eyes were ablaze and he felt himself clench his fists tightly. The man let out a throaty laugh as he pushed you towards Seven. You began taking small tentative steps towards him on shaking legs. He heard the vans start up and peel out of the lot quickly. He bolted running towards you as fast as his feet could take him.

He grabbed you and buried his face in your hair as you both sunk to the cold hard pavement, sobbing in each other’s arms. He felt his heart swell; he finally had you back in his arms. He promised himself that he would not let anything else happen to you, ever again.

It’s been a little more than a month now since that incident. In the beginning, your loving boyfriend was extremely over protective and super clingy. Not that you minded, you enjoyed being showered with his affection.

It began to slowly dwindle down and a cold front replaced it. Seven was back to working ungodly amounts of hours, ignoring you and honestly being mean. He was pushing you away. You tried to be understanding, given his past; that kidnapping probably scared him more than anything. But he was seriously hurting your feelings.

“Saeyoung, babe can we please cuddle?” you asked as you stood behind the redhead typing away furiously at his desk.

 “Are your eyes not working? I’m doing work, stop bothering me,” he replied curtly. You felt yourself flinch. He hasn’t touched you in three weeks, didn’t he miss you like you missed him?

 You were stubborn and not giving up now. You leaned over and wrapped your arms around his neck, planting soft kisses on his neck and cheek as you whined, “Babe, please”

 He roughly reached up and pushed you away from him. You looked at him, shocked to see him pissed at you? Shouldn’t you have been the one that was upset with him?

 “Can you leave me alone? You’re fucking annoying, I need to work so I can provide for your ass, the least you could do is leave me alone when I’m working.” he angrily spat. 

Anger flashed in your eyes, you took a deep breath to calm yourself down. You knew his tactics. “Saeyoung, I know what you’re doing. Stop trying to push me away. I am not going anywhere. I love you and I know you love me.”

“Do I? After everything that’s happened MC, I honestly don’t know if I do anymore. You annoy me more than anything in the world and I don’t think that’s love. I can barely stand you now.” he said nonchalantly as he turned and went to type something.

It was a good thing he couldn’t see you visibly flinch at the harsh words he threw at you. Your eyes were filled with tears as you turned. It was too much, after everything that you went through with him, after everything you went through for him? You didn’t know if you could take it. You were going to leave, maybe take some time to cool down but you needed to know one thing. “Where did I go wrong Saeyoung? What did I do to make you start hating me?” you whispered.

 He didn’t move a muscle. There was a long pause before either of you spoke. “Honestly, I’m not a fan of used goods. Maybe that’s what turned me off, sorry I guess,” he said.

You felt your entire being shatter. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, your heart was physically causing you so much pain that you had to take some deep breaths so that you could regain your composure. 

You had had enough; you sacrificed everything for this man and his love. You couldn’t deal with him pushing you away anymore. You tried to convince yourself that it was because he loved you. Honestly, what did you know? He could mean every single word that left his mouth but you were too naïve and lovesick to realize it.

You got up and began packing your bags, you would stay with one of your friends but you were not coming back here again. You just couldn’t anymore.

He watched you leave, as you went to go pack your things. Leaving his life forever. 

It was a bittersweet moment. He was happy that now you finally had the chance to be happy and safe. You could be with anyone else in the RFA or any other man. They would cherish you like you deserved to be. 

You could go out on dates and not have to watch your back. You would not need to sleep with one eye open. You could have a safe and serene life.

It was a bit sad for him, though. He had never loved anything as dearly as he loved you. He wanted to spend every moment with you but he knew he couldn’t. Not if it was going to put you in danger like he had.

He spat the cruelest things at you. He knew that was the only way to get you to leave. You loved him far more than he ever deserved to be. He was blessed and while it was short-lived he will never stop loving you.

He couldn’t be selfish. As much as he wanted you by his side, he knew you deserved better. He was a villain in real life, cruel and unforgiving. When did they ever get what they wanted? He didn’t mind playing the bad guy once again, though, as long at it meant that you would be safe and sound.

 Sooooooo you didn’t specify if you wanted fluff or angst hehehe. SO WHAT DID I DO? HOPEFULLY BREAK YOUR HEART. Well I hope. Like I said my writing skills are a bit rusty so I’m not too confident in this piece hehe. Welp, who is amazing for reading my dumb writing? Uh yeah that’s right you :D Thanks babes love you MUAH XOXO

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Conor McGregor confronted off verbally versus every aspect of Floyd Mayweather on Monday – Junior and Senior. But it was the father who sparred the longest and loudest with “The Notorious One” at the Staples Center, and McGregor completely appreciated the come upon.

“Aug. 26 this guy Mayweather (Jr.) will be unconscious,” McGregor informed a home packed with media after exiting the Staples Center phase, speaking about his method for his significantly-anticipated twelve-spherical boxing match versus undefeated “Money” Mayweather at T-Cellular Arena. “He’s much too modest. He’s much too frail. That’s it. What much more can I say? If he catches the shot in the glove, his mind will even now be rattled.”

Instantly, from the back of the home, Mayweather Sr., sixty four, shouted a problem to McGregor: “F- you! Your ass is gonna get defeat!”

McGregor appeared specifically at Senior. “I never know which is which – senior or junior!” he reported, laughing and gesturing to the media.

“I will defeat your ass!” Senior shouted at McGregor.

“You’ll get your likelihood on Aug. 26, Junior!” Mayweather reported, laughing hysterically and waving the microphone in his hand. “Your boy’s in trouble, Senior. Your boy’s in trouble.”

McGregor then pointed specifically at Mayweather Sr and available this pointed assessment of his son: “Because he’s much too modest. I’m just telling you – he’s much too modest, much too frail. I’m just telling you, it is legitimate.”

By now, this press conference had turned a struggle of wits amongst the previous experienced welterweight and father of five-division boxing champ Mayweather Jr. and McGregor, the famously brash but gifted reigning UFC lightweight winner.

“You acquired greedy!” McGregor informed Senior in his Irish brogue, admonishing him for encouraging Junior to acquire the battle. “You acquired greedy and that’s it. He could have been 49- and ridden off into the sunset.

“Trust me – that was a huge mistake. You mis-advised him. You should’ve stored him retired. It is your fault!”

The media home erupted in laughter, and Senior didn’t acquire this flippantly. “What you think you gonna search like when you get your ass whipped?” he shouted at McGregor.

“Your boy is heading to snooze,”McGregor responded, “and he’s heading to search so great in his snooze. I know he is. I’ll tell you what nevertheless – he’s gonna wake up a far better guy, I guarantee you that.”

Countered Senior: “Your ass has been knocked out right before!”

“I haven’t even been tittled,” McGregor answered, laughing heartily.

“How many fights have you lost?” Senior questioned incredulously, certainly referencing McGregor’s lone UFC loss when Nate Diaz submitted him with a next-spherical rear bare choke at UFC 196 in March 2016.

McGregor smiled. “Submission,” he responded, slowly but surely. “Submission. Something you know very little about. You know very little about this match. I bounce shinbones off opponents’ heads.”

The back-and-forth was like very little boxing has ever found. That’s due to the fact this wildly unconventional battle, amongst a mixed martial arts celebrity and the biggest boxer of his generation, one particular putting his 49- record on the line, has already turn into tremendous theater. It is all about the unidentified.

And with 3 much more stops to come on this four-town, 3-region Earth Tour, the banter is positive to turn into much more heated and animated.

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The general public presser right before a group of just over eleven,000 at Staples Center featured Mayweather Jr. and McGregor exchanging the expected verbal jabs in the arena. “Listen, it is all just noise at the stop of the day,” McGregor summed it up backstage, “but the battle is the battle. We’re gonna get in and we’re gonna battle. I search forward to it.”

As soon as once more, Senior turned riled. “After my son beats your ass …”

“You’re a enthusiast, Floyd Sr,” McGregor reported, slicing him off. “I know you are a enthusiast. I can see it in your eyes! You are a enthusiast of my sh-t! I know a enthusiast when I can f-ing see one particular!”

McGregor was obviously amused. He chuckled out loud when various Mayweather Promotions crew customers attempted to quiet Senior, and then the Irishman took a severe question about what he expected to do with his profession pursuing the mega bout in Las Vegas.

How effortlessly will it be to go back to MMA once he earns upwards of $a hundred million from this display, one particular which most likely will crack pay-for each-look at information?

“Look, I enjoy a legitimate battle – elbows, knees, shinbones,” McGregor responded. “You ever bounce a shinbone off a nose bone? You ever dug an elbow into the temple? It is an unusual experience, it is a unpleasant one particular but it is some thing I take pleasure in, it is some thing I enjoy to do. So I search forward to heading back to MMA and getting a legitimate battle after this.”

So McGregor is not completed with the UFC. And he spoke like one particular battle versus Mayweather Jr. might not be ample.

“Maybe rematches (with Mayweather Jr.) and all will almost certainly be there,” he reported, “but I’m not forgetting my mixed martial arts education. I’m always concentrating on my kicking match. I’m always concentrating on my grappling.

“And once in a while,” McGregor added, grinning, “I do a very little bit of boxing.”

Nancy Homosexual is the Editor-in-Chief of UFC. Stick to her on Twitter at @NancyGay

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