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teacupcollector · 3 years ago

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Rebel - Chapter 2

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Summary- (Y/N) Is a Matt Murdocks 14 year old daughter who is just entering high school and is really struggling. She doesn't have a regular life having a blind father. He can't help with homework, Can't give her a have a ride to school, He can't see how often her face falls when she lies to him. Of course she has her Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen but (Y/N) feels like to much of a burden until the one and only Frank Castle comes into her life and seems to be more of a father figure then Matt ever was.

Your (E/C) eyes slowly open to the sun peeking through the curtains. The sound of cars and people going about their day is heard. You look over at your alarm clock to it reading 8:20 AM. 'Oh no... I slept in!' You suddenly sit straight up throwing the comforter off of you and dash to the open living and kitchen area, your eyes darting around.

Your father Matt Murdock is no where to be seen and you let out a sigh. "Of course he is gone..." You grumble as you go into the bathroom and look in the mirror. Your (H/L) dark brown hair is sticking in all different directions, your eyes have bags under them, and you feel like death. You were never a morning person but you dealt with it for the slight chance you could get a few seconds to spend with your old man but of course he always seems to escape you. You pick up your tooth brush and run water on it then put tooth paste on it and run water over that. (There is no other way of brushing your teeth if you don't do exactly that you are a monster.) You had this routine. You would make breakfast, Then you would brush your teeth, take a shower, hang around in your room with the towel wrapped around you until you felt like getting dressed, then you would brush your hair and get ready for school. Since it is the weekend however you didn't feel the need to make breakfast. 'If dad stayed true to his word we might actually have donuts for breakfast.' The lazy train has just pulled into the station as you threw on your favorite pair of clean pjs and walked out to the living room and sat on the couch. You sit there for a good few minutes until you feel to antsy to stay still and stand up again. You glance over at the small round table seeing the empty plate from last nights food your dad ate. You decide to pick it up and begin washing dishes... Which lead to sweeping... And then organizing... Which lead to cleaning the whole place.

You were wiping down the coffee table when you hear the front door open. "(Y/N) I'm home!" Matt calls out from the front door. The smell of the beloved baked goods in his hand wafting through the air. "Hey daddio! Whatcha got there?" You say peeking your head around the corner to see your dad placing his cane against the wall with this left hand and holding the donuts in his right as he guides himself into the main living space. "Oh nothing really... Just the best breakfast ever!" He says holding up the box of donuts which you snatch out of his hand and make a mad dash over to the couch and set the delectable donuts down on the newly cleaned coffee table. "Thank you Thank you Thank you!" You say in excitement. "Oh come on (Y/N)... You dare steal from a blind man leave some for me." He says making his way over to the couch sitting next to you. "Fine, fine you can have some but the glazed and Strawberry filled ones are mine!" You says picking one up and taking a bite out of it savoring every bite. Matt chuckles. "Alright fine." He says as he starts eating his own.

There is a small silence as you both finish your first donut. "So how is school going?" Your dad asks. "Its okay nothing to special going on... How is work?" You ask. "Work is work... you know how it is." He says taking a bite out of another donut. You scoff "Yeah totally." You grumble glaring down at the donuts as you take another one and shove it in your mouth. Matt tips his head to the side slightly looking in your general direction. "Everything okay sweetpea?" He asks sounding very concerned at your tone. "Yeah everything is fine." You say as some crumbs fall from your mouth. "Just didn't get much sleep last night..." What you said wasn't a full lie, you didn't get to much sleep last night. "How is Uncle Foggy?" You asks changing the subject. "Did you guys crack any cases?" There is a smirk on your lips. "Foggy is fine (Y/N). And no we don't "Crack" cases." He says with a laugh. "Oh you know what I mean did you win any? Do you have any new ones? Give me the dets man!" You says scooting closer to him out of excitement. " (Y/N) you know I can't give you that type of information. Its classified. Client privacy." She sighs "Well you must have won something because you were out so late. You were probably with Aunt Karen and Uncle Foggy at Josie's partying it up." You say shutting the box of donuts seeming to have had your fill. " (Y/N) we don't party. That isn't our style you know that." Your dad seems to be getting antsy at all of the remarks you have been making. "No actually I wouldn't know because I'm not exactly allowed to be out of the apartment at night and I'm not allowed at Josie's either. You get to have all the fun." You say with a slightly annoyed tone. "What is that suppose to mean (Y/N)? What I do for work isn't fun." He says sternly. "Uh huh yeah okay..." You stand up.

"What's up with this attitude all of the sudden?" Matt asks. "Nothing is up... I'm on my period!" You say maybe if you say something like that it will change the subject. "Okay okay okay I didn't need to know that... Look I'm sorry. I know you're stressed and so am I. How about you ask one of your friends to hang out and blow off some steam and then maybe later we can go for a walk in the park and go to that deli shop that you like so much or maybe the diner that we use to go to on Sundays after church. Would you like that?" He asks. "Yeah... That would be nice... Thanks dad." You say turning to him and he stands up. "Any time sweetpea" He give a small smile and opens his arms for a hug. You hug him. "I love you dad... And thanks for the donuts" You say with a smile. "Is that an "I love you dad" because of the donuts? Or what?" He asks with a laugh which in turn causes you to laugh as well. " Well you being my sweet treat supplier is a plus maybe you can add that to the "Awesome Dad" resume." You say letting go of him and he ruffles your hair. " Alright I will keep that in mind. You go ahead and call your friends and then tell me where you will be hanging out and for how long. If you still want to go out to eat I want you back by 1:30. What time is it now?" He asks. You quickly run to your room and grab your phone. "Its 10:45!" You shout from your room. "That's plenty of time to hang out with your friends. I hope you have fun! Now go call your friends!" He calls out and he grabs the donuts from the table and sets them on the counter.

You dial your best friend Jenifer's number and on the second ring she answers. "Hey (Y/N)! Whats up!" Your friend sounds excited. " Nothing much. I was wondering if you would like to hang out. Maybe we can bring Abigail and we can go hang out in that ice cream shop or maybe go and hang out at the bridge like we use to or we can just walk around!" You say excited. "yeah that would be awesome! Where do you want to meet?" You look up slightly thinking "How about my street corner." You ask. "Alrighty I will see you there!" Jenifer says. "Alright bye!" You hang up then start getting dressed.

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chubbyreaderwriter · 4 years ago

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Bite Me Pt3

ask and you shall receive

Elizabeth/The Countess x Plus Size/Chubby Reader x James March

Imagine: Elizabeth and James are both attracted to you and each of them want to have you for themselves.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: swearing, attempted drug use, assault

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You’d tried to stay away from the Cortez after your moment with Elizabeth, but you kept finding yourself heading towards it. No matter how much you wished you could leave, fate pulled you back in through those doors, into that familiar lobby. You gave up pretending that you kept coming back to see Will. You’d returned quite a few times and had yet to see your friend. You weren’t overly eager to see Elizabeth or James just yet either, you just felt like you belonged within the walls of the Cortez, like it had claimed you as one of their own.

You were currently sat at the bar, sipping away at a vodka and coke, staring down at your nearly empty glass with a bored expression on your face. A look that attracted the attention of a woman sat at the end of the bar. You heard movement and turned your head slightly to be able to see her moving into the seat right next to you. You’d seen her briefly around the hotel a couple of times but never long enough to ask for her name. Your voice slurred ever so slightly as you said, “Don’t tell me, you’re a ghost too.” She scoffed, taking a drink of her own, “No shit, how’d you figure that one out?” You shrugged your shoulders, “Just a hunch.” You leaned back a little too far in your stool and had to quickly grip onto the bar to stop yourself from falling over, feeling your heart race from nearly falling.

She put her hand on yours, “You’ve got to be more careful baby.” She grinned at you and you smiled back. She moved closer, so close you could smell the smoke on your breath and you had to hold back a cough. Her hand found its way onto the top of your thigh, “You wanna come back with me to my room, don’t you baby.” You reached for your glass and downed the rest of your drink, taking a deep breath to get rid of the weird feeling at the back of your throat, “Why not? If you tell me your name first.” She leaned in close, her lips against your ear, “Sally.” She gently tugged your earlobe between her teeth and swiped her tongue over your neck before pulling away.

Your drunken mind took a little longer to process what just happened, remaining still and silent in your seat for a few seconds before you gave Sally a grin, “Hello Sally, I’m (Y/N).” She smirked, “Oh I know who you are, the whole hotel knows your name sweetpea.” You didn’t think to question what she meant by that, only focusing on hopping off your stool without falling over. You felt a hand grab your wrist and you turned to see Liz holding you, “Are you sure you want to go through with that, you’re too drunk to see how pathetic she is.” Sally glared at her and you shook you arm free, “Stop it Liz, that’s not nice. I’m sure Sally is a lot more fun than sitting at a bar by myself like a loser.”

Sally wrapped her arm around your shoulder as she lead you over to the elevator, “Exactly, I’m gonna show you a real fun time tonight baby, you’re gonna love me.” You only giggled as she spun you away from Liz and into the elevator to take you up to her room. In the elevator, you managed to trip over your own feet and would have hit your head against the elevator door had Sally not caught you in time, pulling you against her, “You need to be more careful, can’t have you hurting yourself before we have any fun.”

You didn’t say anything in response, only watching her lips as they got closer and closer to yours. You felt your heart beating so fast, it felt like it was going to shoot out of your chest. It didn’t feel the same as when Elizabeth kissed you, it felt wrong. You turned your head to the side to get away but she easily grabbed your face to turn you back, kissing you roughly, pushing you back against the wall, “Don’t change your mind now baby, we haven’t gotten to the fun part yet. Don’t you wanna have fun with Sally? Don’t you love me?” Your drunken mind wasn’t able to think of a response, but you felt your eyes start to well up, regretting this decision. Why didn’t you listen to Liz?

The elevator opened and Sally grabbed a hold of your arm, dragging you along the corridor to her room where she wasted no time pulling you inside. You stumbled in and she took you over to the bed where she lightly pushed your shoulder, the pressure enough to confuse your reflexes to prevent you from saving yourself as you fell onto the soft cover of the bed. You closed your eyes briefly but opened them as you felt Sally crawling on top of you, straddling your waist. She gripped your left arm in her hand and held up a syringe with the other, “Don’t worry baby, a few hits of this and you’ll love me in no time.” You saw tears streaming down her face and almost felt sorry for her, if she wasn’t currently trying to inject drugs into you.

Finally, you had the common sense to scream, “HELP! I-” Sally covered your mouth, glaring down at you, “Shut up! You promised, you’re gonna thank me for this, it’s gonna be the best fucking thing you’ve ever experienced.” She moved up to kneel on your arms, making you cry out more from the pain, it being muffled by her hand. You tried to struggle more as you watched the needle get closer and closer, kicking but you weren’t strong enough to kick your legs up to knock Sally off you. Your own tears streamed down your face as you gave up fighting and waited for the inevitable, but it didn’t happen. You looked up to see Sally being strangled by two hands but you weren’t in a position to see who those hands belonged to.

She was thrown to the side of the room, away from you where she glared at James in the corner, “Asshole, she was mine!” You shook with each breath you took, closing your eyes as you saw Elizabeth approach into your line of sight from behind James. You didn’t want them to see you like this, you were so embarrassed. You felt two soft hands hold your cheeks and thumbs wiping away your tears, “Come on darling, lets go.” Her voice was as soft as her touch as she spoke to you, leading you out of Sally’s room and taking you up to her own apartment. You awkwardly stood in the doorway, holding your left arm and looking down at the ground, sobered up and feeling lower than low. You were angry that you let yourself be taken advantage of like that, there were so many ways you could have stopped it from happening.

Elizabeth walked you over to the couch where she sat you down and made you lie down with your head in her lap. She stroked your hair slowly, lightly scraping your nails along your scalp in such a relaxing way you felt as though she was compelling you to sleep. You forced yourself to stay away though, straining your ears to hear what she was saying, “You’re safe now, my sweet. You’ll always be safe with us.” You briefly heard a set of footsteps approach but it was clear who it was by the voice that filled the silence, “The fiend is being punished as we speak, she will never dare to think about touching (Y/N) again.” Elizabeth hummed in almost disinterest, not really caring about anything now that she had you with her now. There was only a second of silence before she spoke, “Leave us James.” You suspected there was an exchanging of looks in place of a conversation but your eyes felt too heavy to open to see. You only heard the retreating footsteps of James walking away.

You weren’t exactly sure when you fell asleep but you were alone when you woke up. It looked dark outside but there were a few lights around the room so you could see. You rubbed your eyes and blinked a couple times to focus your eyes before you got up and left the room, being as quiet as possible not to attract anymore attention. You headed downstairs, prepared to walk outside and back to your small apartment but as you approached the stairs, you felt anxious almost, like there was something dangerous on the other side. You stepped closer to the door and felt a pain in your head, making your press your palms against your forehead. Dizziness crept up out of nowhere, making you sit down on one of the lobby chairs but no soon as it started, the pain stopped. You looked around but only saw Iris at the front desk flicking through the pages of some kind of magazine or catalogue.

She gave you a brief look, “It’ll be all that drinking you were doing last night. You kids never learn.” You groaned and felt another wave of tiredness come over you. Without really thinking about it, you moved to curl yourself up into the chair, your legs hanging over the edge and your arms wrapped around yourself. Your eyes closed by themselves, too heavy to keep open any longer. To you, it felt as though a second had passed but in reality, it was about four in the morning, a few hours after you had fallen asleep. You were being shaken gently at first but it got rougher as you didn’t wake up. You let out a disgruntled whine as you moved to sit up, opening your eyes to see a little boy in front of you. You hadn’t seen him before, you’d remember a little boy with long white hair like the one standing in front of you. He stared at you and you stared back at him, until he finally tilted his head to the side and said, “Are you Mommy’s friend?” “Uh, that depends. Who’s your Mommy?” He looked down, “My Mommy has white hair like mine and dresses real nice but my other Mommy has blonde hair and her name is Alex.”

Alex? You recognised that name, wasn’t she- “Oh, you must be Holden. It’s nice to meet you.” Liz had told you about John and his wife as well as their kid who stayed here with Elizabeth. You were a little weary of the way this kid kept looking at your bare wrists so you pulled your sleeves down to hide them from his view. He didn’t say anything else before he ran away and you thought that was the end of the conversation when he stopped at the top of the stairs and waved you over to follow him. You got up and walked after him, seeing that he was waiting for you. You didn’t really want to go on some kind of adventure right now, you were still exhausted, but you didn’t want to disappoint this kid.

You’d been lead down a number of hallways, corridors and passageways that you were getting sick of it, “Where are we going?” Holden finally slowed down and stopped in front of a wall that looked the same as all the others in the hotel. You were confused as he pushed on it and it opened, revealing a bright light behind it that showed a whole new room. Your curiosity got the better of you as you slowly stepped inside, taking it all in. The walls were the whitest shade you’ve ever seen and there was lots of video games, candy and toys all over the place. You were standing in one place until Holden came along and grabbed your hand, leading you over to a large white couch where he sat you down in between him and a little girl who also had long white hair.

You didn’t question it, just accepting whatever this was, smiling as you were handed a controller. At first, you had enough energy to pretend that you were interested in the game but your body slowly began to grow tired again and it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep again, your head rolling back into a position you would regret in the morning. The two children next to you continued to play their game. They knew they weren’t allowed to feed from ‘Mommy’s’ friends so they had to ignore the sleeping woman next to them.

When Elizabeth found you asleep in the play room for her children, one still either side of you, she knew she wasn’t going to let you go. You had accepted her children, a part of her that not many had the heart to acknowledge but you did. She smiled as she woke you up, telling her children to go play elsewhere for a while. They left and Elizabeth took the opportunity to sit on your lap, holding your head in her hands. You slowly woke up and immediately groaned from pain, your neck sore and aching. You were startled to say the least to see Elizabeth on top of you, placing your hands by your sides and trying to sit up straight to make more room between the two of you. Her gloved hand gently stroked your cheek, making you blush and clear your throat, “I’m sorry, did you need something?” Elizabeth stared at you with a thoughtful expression, “Why do you avoid me? I know you can feel the connection between us.”

Her words left you speechless. Truth be told, you didn’t really have an answer for her. This whole experience just felt like a dream, as though any second now you were going to wake up and it would all be over as if nothing happened. You opened your mouth, wanting to say something, then closed it again, looking down into your lap. Elizabeth grabbed your cheeks and turned your head up to look at her, a silent demand to answer her question. You sighed, “I don’t deserve it.” If Elizabeth was shocked or upset, her face didn’t show it, she was as stoic as a marble statue and just as beautiful. After a few moments of carefully studying your face, she leaned down, “Oh darling, but you do.” You looked into each other’s eyes as the distance between you two got shorter and shorter. Your breath hitched just as she placed her lips on yours and your hands balled up into tight fists. As if she could sense your nervousness, her hands covered your own and placed them onto her hips, her hands returning to your cheek and the back of your neck, holding you in place as she kissed you. This time, you didn’t stop her, feeling as though a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

To be continued...

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yellowsugarwords · 4 years ago

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“Finding Sweetpea”

I’ve been playing through season one with my roomies and wanted to write up a little thing for between episodes 2 and 3. This is after Lee comments that the state of the St. John’s Diary would “give any kid nightmares”.

Summary: After returning to the Motor Inn for the St. John’s Dairy, Clementine is struggling with what she saw there. Luckily, Lee notices her distress and comes to her aid.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

The St. John’s Dairy, slowly, was fading behind them. Lee, not wanting to kill either of the brothers, had left them both to stand the test of time in the rain.

Finally, with the dairy was out of sight - everyone’s feet sore, overworked, and aching - their pace began to slow. After their instance with the car had come and gone - after looting it dry - they were far enough from danger that they could slow their walking.

Lee turned, allowing Kenny, Katjaa and Duck to take the lead. He focused his sights on Clementine.

Despite agreeing with her to not steal - bringing her some comfort after a traumatic day - she began walking in the middle of the group, her head down, dejected.

“Clem?” Lee called, slowing his peace, so she could catch up to him.

Clementine eyes glanced up at him nervously, squeezing her fingers nervously against each other.

Noticing this, and noticing her lack of response, Lee frowned. “Are you okay?”

Clementine rubbed her arms nervously, closing her eyes and nodding. After what she saw back there, she didn’t want to speak. She felt sick. She felt terrified. She felt like she was all alone. She hated this world. She didn’t want to be in it anymore. Squeezing her eyes closed, she hoped it would stop her tears. She didn’t want to draw attention. Not right now.

“Are your feet tired?” Lee asked faintly. Only then did Clementine glance up to meet his gaze. Her lack of response, but shy gaze, answered his question. “Come here,”

Kneeling down in front of her, Clementine smiled before nervously crawling onto Lee’s back, piggybacking. He smiled, standing upright and adjusting his hold on the girl before continuing on.

Burying her head in Lee’s shoulder, even if she needed to cry, Clem was thankful no one else would need to see. And, when Lee heard her shuffling into his shoulder, her clutched her a little tighter. “We’re almost back.” He assured her softly.

“Okay.” She mumbled through her occasional escaped tears.

Lee ground his jaw together as he walked, frustrated at no one but himself. He had allowed this to happen. He had done this to her. He had assisted in this pain.

By the time they reached the Motor Inn, and by the time Lee had dropped Clementine off at her room with the rest of the girls, she was too nervous to look Lee in the eye. “Goodnight.” She said faintly, head down, scurrying away.

Lee frowned. “Goodnight,” he said softly, watching as she slipped away into her room.

Lee wandered up to the upper balcony, unable to lie down; unable to sleep or stomach the thought of it. How could he after everything he had done today? After everything he had seen?

After everything, he’d force Clementine to see. He leaned against the railing, staring into the night sky, listening to the distant sounds of gunfire and wailing. He couldn’t help but wonder if he knew any of those voices. Any of those people. He hated that.

What he hated even more was the faint whimper that entered the air a beat later.

Casting his eyes downward, he spotted a small figure scurried forward out of a closing hotel room door. It scurried around the RV, leaned against the back of it, and curled into a ball. The faint sobs that escaped a moment later were irreplaceable.

Clementine.

Lee threw himself down the stairs without a second through, trying to reach the child as quickly as possible. As he approached, Clem tensed at the sound of approaching footsteps. She slid against the pavement, nervously trying to wriggle away. “Please don’t hurt me! Please don’t!”

“Clem? Clem, it’s me, sweetheart. It’s Lee.” He knelt down, lifting his hands, kneeling on the ground. He did everything in his power to prove he was innocent and intended no harm. His heart ached at the sight. She was petrified, if not worse.

Her whimpering got worse and, through the darkness, Lee could see her pull her hands to cover her eyes. “I’m trying to be strong. I’m sorry,” she managed out.

Then, Lee’s heart broke.

He eased forward, slowly and delicately, holding a hand out to the young girl. “Don’t apologize, Clementine. There’s nothing wrong with crying. It’s okay.”

Finally, for the first time that evening, Clementine made eye contact with her. Her eyes were red and swollen, her nose puffy and irritated.

“Sweetpea,” for the first time ever, the phrase escaped his lips.

“I don’t want to go back to the dairy.” She sobbed out, eyes closing again. She lowered her head, whimpering. “I’m sorry. I’m really trying to be quiet.”

“Hey, hey,” Lee slipped forward, arms open, offering for the girl to come closer. Almost immediately, she did. Her head crashed into his chest and her hands, small and shaking, clutched at his jacket. “You’re okay.”

Lee placed one hand on the back of her head and the other on her back, tracing shapes, keeping her close, keeping her secure. As he held her, his eyes canned his surroundings, ensuring the two of them were remaining safe and untouched.

The thought of that not happening - the thought of someone approaching to threaten the girl’s safety in this state - caused him to tense. His mind drifted to Jolene; the woman who had been stalking Clementine for the following weeks. Who had crept onto their site and stolen Clementine’s hat, most likely off of her sleeping body.

His grip on her tightened, bringing her in closer.

“I can’t sleep. I promise I’ve been trying.”

“You aren’t in trouble, sweetpea.” He said again, his hand stroking at her head and hat, both hushing and reassuring her. “I’m not mad. I’m never mad. I’m here.”

Clementine sniffled and adjusted her head against his chest. Lee could feel the patch of her tears on his chest - right by his heart where her head had been laying - and adjusted accordingly to ensure she was comfortable.

Lee continued to hold the child tightly to his chest, surveying the various motel doors, teeth gritting at the recollection of every team member that had ever threatened Clementine’s livelihood in the passing months. The thought made his gut turn. The thought of anyone daring to lay a hand on her or not prioritize her safety. Repulsive.

His eyes drifting to the sky, catching the glint of the sky brightening for the coming day, he internally groaned. Adjusting his grip on the child, he pulled himself to his feet, the girl still in his arms. “Hold tight.” He’d said.

Clementine had. “Please don’t leave,” was all she could say.

Lee closed his eyes, wondering if she could hear the ache in his heart. Her ear was right by it. “Of course not, sweetheart. I’m moving us inside the RV.” Clementine’s delicate grip on his jacket only grew tighter.

Closing the same RV door behind him, Lee eased his way into a seat, adjusting the young girl in his arms, feeling the rush of warmth from not being in autumn’s evening chill.

“You’re safe, Clem. I promise.” He clutched her tight, despite the wind long behind them. “We won’t go back to the dairy. We won’t go anywhere that causes you harm. I promise. I’m here.”

And for the first time in the past day, Clementine actual felt a wave of peace.

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tranquil-space-ninja · 4 years ago

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I Could Never Be Ready (Sanders’ Sides Human AU)

Ft. Parental Anciet, Rociet, and Demus, Parental Logicality, and a smidge of Mociet

Tw: minor character death, cursing, mention of a car accident, drunk driving, blood

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Janus woke up in bed with each of the twins curled up at his sides. He smiled at his nephews a moment before his phone dinged. He glanced at it before pulling it off the charger and walking into the kitchen.

I don't care what that bitch's will said.

I want my kids back.

Janus sighed. He thought he blocked Diana's deadbeat boyfriend's number. He quickly typed out a response, though, to let that asshole know he wasn't coming anywhere near Roman, Remus, and Virgil.

First of all, that "bitch" is my sister, who died three months ago. If you actually cared about HER sons, you would have come for them earlier.

Janus took a few deep breaths to try and steady himself. He had told himself it wasn't Oliver's fault over and over. Oliver wasn't the one who was driving drunk, Oliver wasn't the one who hit Diana's car at three in the morning, Oliver wasn't the one who took a mother away from two five-year-olds and a baby. And yet......

They're MY kids. I made them.

If you think you can take them just because Diana said you're their guardian, then you've got another thing coming.

Hands shaking, Janus deleted the messages and blocked Oliver's number. Oliver might not have killed Diana, but his drinking habit and inability to hold a job had drained her college fund. He might not have hit her car, but he disappeared in the middle of the night and left her with nothing. He might not have taken his son's mother from them, but he was the reason she was out on the road that late.

And if he thought he could take Janus's nephews just because he was their birth father--

"Uncle Janny?" Janus turned around to see Remus looking up at him, sleepy eyed and clutching an octopus plushie. "Can I have some water?"

"Of course, sweetpea," he said softly as he walked to the sink. As soon as Remus had a glass in his hand, Virgil started crying. Janus hurried to their room and had a bottle for him in minutes.

Soon everyone was fast asleep again. Janus hugged the twins closer to him, heart pounding. His apartment was too small, Oliver was back in his life, and all his friends were either at University or settling down, too far away for him to reach. Janus had never felt so alone.

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Roman was sobbing, Remus was holding his hand, and Janus was trembling. "W-what happened," he asked, staring at the blood covering Roman's knee and dripping down his leg.

"He tripped and fell hard on the sidewalk," Remus said. Janus took a deep breath.

This was bound to happen. Just go get some towels, or bandaids, or something.

Janus forced himself to put one foot in front of the other and get the supplies necessary to treat a hurt knee. When all the blood was cleaned up, the scrape wasn't that bad. Roman's tears slowed down and Remus's grip on his hand loosened. Roman gave Janus a hug once the bandaid was on.

"Thanks, Uncle Janny."

"Of course. I love you."

"Love you, too." Janus smiled. He was still shaking, but everything was okay now. His phone chimed twice, and he glanced at it. The first message made his heart skip a beat.

I've got a lawyer now, Pine. I'm taking them back.

How did he get around the blocking? How?

"We're gonna go back out and play again, okay," Remus asked.

"No!" The twins flinched. "I-I mean..... Why don't we stay inside and watch movies?" Remus and Roman exchanged a look, then slowly nodded. Janus smiled, pushing back the tears of relief in his eyes. "Okay! I'll make pizza and garlic bread. You guys pick a movie, okay?" Roman and Remus went to the media cabinet. Janus threw some frozen pizzas and breadsticks into the oven, locked all the windows and doors, and grabbed Virgil.

The rest of the night, every bump startled him. He never fell asleep, either, for fear of Oliver breaking down the door and taking the boys from out from under his nose. His phone went off twice more during the night. He left it, terrified that it was more threatening messages. And as the clock inched closer and closer to seven, there was only one thought in Janus's head.

I'm not ready for this.

***

Janus checked his phone on his break, struggling to keep his eyes open. There was nothing more from Oliver, thank God, but there were three unanswered messages from a number Janus didn't recognize.

Hey, this is Janus Pine, right? I'm Patton Hart.

I was your nephews' doctor when they lived in my area. I'm sorry I wasn't able to come to Diana's funeral. I didn't hear she died until last night. She was a good friend, though. I've known her since Roman and Remus were babies.

I just realized how late it is. Sorry.

Janus read over the messages a few times and smiled a bit.

Hello, Dr. Hart, he typed. I'm sorry I didn't answer your messages last night. I received some upsetting news.

Patton responded almost immidiately.

That's okay! I just thought you might want to hear from one of her friends. And, please, call me Patton.

Janus smiled. Then another text from Patton came.

I.... Also wanted to make sure the boys were okay. They're living with you, right?

Janus frowned. That was a little suspicious.

Yes, my nephews live with me, and they're quite alright. Why?

Janus had to go back to work again, but he'd be talking to Patton more once he was home.

***

Patton didn’t answer until Janus had finished washing the dishes from dinner.

No reason! They were friends with my son and I wanted to let him know they were doing alright. He’s been really worried.

Janus stared at the message, sensing bullshit from miles away.

You know about Oliver.

.... Has he been giving you trouble?

He has a lawyer and is trying to take the kids from me.

That fucking asshole!

Janus gaped at the last message. From what he could tell, Patton was fairly sweet and even-tempered. Then again, he didn’t really know him. They had only met today, and only over texts.

Sorry for that. He just makes me so mad.

Join the club.

Diana was too good for him. That deadbeat never did anything but drink, watch TV, and scare the twins. They stayed over here practically every other night for two weeks, then Oliver just up and left. Diana had to work and care for the boys on her own for months.

She was hysterical when she called. She was actually going to move her family back here and live with me before her car got hit.

Yeah. You shouldn’t have to worry about Oliver too much, though. I took Diana to get his parental rights terminated about two months before she left.

Janus laughed a bit, wiping tears out of his eyes. Oliver couldn’t take his nephews away from him!

Thanks, Patton. That makes me feel a lot better.

No problem, Janus!

You know, if you wanted, you all could stay with my son and I for the weekend. Logan would love to see his friends again.

That would be great. I’ll ask Roman and Remus.

***

Janus parked his car outside a small pale blue house with a wrap around porch. Roman and Remus shot out of the car. “LOGAN!” A small boy with square shaped glasses jumped down the steps and ran. The boys all collided into a messy group hug, practically sobbing.

“I missed you guys so much,” Logan said.

“We’re never going to leave you again,” Remus said firmly.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Janus said, carrying two suitcases and wearing Virgil in a baby sling. The door of the house opened, and a tall man with messy blond hair, crooked round glasses, and freckles all over his face and arms stepped onto the porch. His face broke out into a grin as he caught sight of Janus, and he bounded down the steps.

“Hi!” Janus smiled a bit.

“Hello, Patton.”

“Let me help you!” Patton took one of the suitcases from Janus and started up the steps. “Why don’t you three go play in the backyard?” Logan, Roman, and Remus nodded and ran around the house. Patton showed Janus Logan’s room, where Roman and Remus would sleep, and the guest room, where he had set up Virgil’s crib. Afterwards, they ended up in the kitchen. Patton held Virgil, the small child hugging the doctor tightly.

“Thank you again for this. I needed to get away.” Patton smiled.

“Of course! I’m glad to see the boys again.” And then the three small tornadoes blew into the kitchen. Logan held up a jar containing a cricket.

“Dad, look! Acheta domesticus!” Patton leaned closer to take a look.

“It’s a cricket!” Roman cheered.

“Can we eat it,” Remus asked. Logan glared at him.

“Of course not! We have to pin it to my board.” Remus grinned.

“That’s even better!” The boys blew out of the kitchen and ran up the stairs. Patton chuckled and shook his head. “I missed them,” he told Janus. “I miss Diana, too. I’m really, really sorry she’s gone.” Janus shook his head, a bitter smile on her face.

“Hey, you didn’t hit her car.” Patton nodded and looked at his feet. Janus sighed and closed his eyes. “I just wish I got to say goodbye, you know? Or that I knew what to do. I’ve got to take care of Roman and Remus now. I don’t have a clue what they need or what they want from me.” Janus fought the lump in his throat. “I don’t know what to do.” He turned his head and brushed the tears out of his eyes.

“Hey,” Patton said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I didn’t, either, when my ex and I had Logan. No one does. You just have to do what you think is right for them and hope that they don’t hate you for it in the end.” Janus laughed humorlessly.

“Thanks, that makes me feel great.” Patton laughed too.

“It’ll get easier,” he said. “I promise.” Janus rubbed his eyes.

“I wasn’t ready for any of this.”

“No one ever is.”

***

Janus woke up in the middle of the night with a dry mouth. He crept into the kitchen, peeking into Logan’s room on the way to check on the twins. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water. After he had his drink, he found that he couldn’t sleep. He found a magazine in a rack by the recipe tins and sat down at the table. As he flipped through one, something fell out. Janus picked up the card. It was addressed to Dr. Patton Hart, and written in Diana’s handwriting. Against his better judgement, he opened and read it.

Dearest Patton,

First of all, thank you so much for everything you’ve done for my sons and I. You’ve been a better friend to me than anyone I’ve ever known. You stuck by me through everything with Oliver, and I can’t thank you enough or ever really repay you. That’s why I’m sorry to leave this way.

I have so much to say. There’s so much you don’t know about my past, my family, my hometown. I wish I could explain everything to you, but I don’t have the time or the space for that. What you really need to know is I’m taking my family and I’m going to live with my brother. I’m going to give you his phone number. If anything happens to me, please contact him. And whatever you do, don’t let Oliver take them from him.

I’m going to miss you, Patton. Give Logan my love.

Love,

Diana

Janus’s phone number was at the bottom. He couldn’t stop staring at the way she put a line through her sevens, or the way she still drew a heart over the dots on her i’s. And suddenly, months of pent up emotion suddenly burst forward, and he began sobbing. And then Patton’s arms were around him. Janus buried his face in Patton’s chest and felt tears falling onto the top of his head. “I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t s-sleep.”

“I couldn’t either.” Patton stood up and sniffled. Janus wiped away his tears. Patton looked at his feet, then at Janus, then at the ground again. “Do you.... Maybe.... Want to sleep in my room. With me. Tonight? I just-- you look so much like her and I don’t want to be alone tonight.” Patton exhaled slowly. “I’m sorry, that’s so weird.” Janus shook his head.

“I miss her, too,” he said. “You... You really don’t mind if I stay with you?” Patton shook his head. Janus took a deep breath, stood up, and grabbed Patton’s hand. “I.... I don’t want to be alone, either.” Patton smiled gratefully, and led Janus up to his room. They slid under Patton’s Steven Universe sheets. Janus cuddled close to him and rested his head on Patton’s chest. Patton wrapped his arms around Janus, and they fell asleep together.

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janeyseymour · 4 years ago

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Quaran-queens

someone prompted this a while ago, but i just got around to it now... so sorry for the late post but.... it’s here? enjoy?

Anne is not handling quarantine well and Lulu isn't handling not being able to see her girls.

13 days. It had been 13 days since the world shutdown, and the third queen was losing it. In desperation for some sanity, she called her baker friend.

“Hey girl!” Jenna’s chipper voice rang through.

“Hey there,” Jane sighed as she plopped down on her bed.

“Oh you don’t sound too excited. What’s goin on?”

“It’s been 13 days since I’ve been out of this house, and I don’t know if I’m going to be able to survive anymore.”

“I told you you’re always more than welcome to come quarantine with us.”

“And leave my house for Hurricane Anne to destroy?”

Jenna bit back a chuckle. “I suppose you’re right. What’s hurricane Anne done today?”

“Oh boy, are you in for a story...” Jane recounted the story with a heavy groan.

“Anne Boleyn! How many times have I told you to stop heelying around the house? You’re going to break something, and that something could be yourself!” Jane’s shrill voice could be heard throughout the house from her spot in the living room.

“Janey, lighten up a little. I haven’t broken anything yet, and I’ve been super caref-” the sound of a vase shattering could be heard followed by a very quiet, “shit.”

“That better not be my vase shattered on the ground!” Jane stood from her place on the couch and marched herself in the direction of the crash.

“I’ll clean it up! I’ll buy you a new one!” the green queen promised before the blonde could even round the corner.

When her eyes set upon her favorite vase in shards on the ground, she yelled, “Catherine! Come deal with Anne. I can’t right now.” The third queen walked down the hallway to her room, eyes glued to the ground. Had she looked at the woman with space buns, she might have lost her temper on the shorter woman.

“Jesus Christ Anne,” the gold queen could be heard sighing as Jane closed her door. Sighing, she sat on her bed and pulled out her phone.

About an hour had passed when a notification had come up on her phone.

AnnieBoleyn started a live video

Perhaps against her better judgement, she clicked on the live. She still wasn’t quite happy with her predecessor after the incident earlier in the day.

“Hey queens! It’s Annie again. I’m bored out of my goddamn mind, so I thought I would just tell you all about my day!” The green queen giggled a little bit. “I woke up this morning thinking ‘ oh my god I’m stuck in this house again with Lina, Janey, Cleves, Kat, and Cath again. What can I do to piss any of them off today?’ I hadn’t even really done anything yet, but turns out, just by being me, that happens. I was bored and heelying around the house when I accidentally broke one of Janey’s vases. I cleaned it up, but she still got pissed.”

That comment pissed Jane off.

JaneySeymour: Anne, I’ve told you a thousand times not to heely in the house. I don’t know why you can’t just listen.

“But I cleaned it up!” the woman on screen remarked. “And, I already ordered you another one!” Anne adjusted the camera a bit to show off the kitchen. “Now, I’m trying to make some cookies as an-” a door could be heard slamming shut in the background followed by a frustrated-

“Anne Boleyn! Get out of my kitchen! You are not making cookies!”

“But I’m making them for you as an apology! Some are already in the-” the smoke alarm went off.

Jane could be seen in the background opening the oven door, a cloud of grey smoke infiltrating itself into the kitchen. The look she shot Anne was no look that anyone wanted to be at the other end of.

“I’ll fix this!” Anne said hurriedly.

“I’ll fix this!” Jane roared back. “You’ve done enough for the day. Please, just... I don’t know. Go find Cathy to annoy or something. Just get out of my kitchen.”

“I heard that!” Cathy yelled from her room. “Do not come in Anne! I’m working!”

“Jane, honest, I can help clean this up.”

The green queen turned to her phone that was still recording them. ��Queendom, I have to go. Janey is about to lose it.”

“‘Lose it’ is putting it lightly,” The blonde huffed as she opened various windows and the smoke wafted out of the room. “Alrighty then, get to scrubbing.” She situated herself at the island counter and gestured towards the mess.

RoseAmongstTheThorns: wait... can you keep the video on? We wanna watch anne clean lol

Jane laughed lightly at that request, her voice immediately going soft as she addressed the audience. “It's pretty boring really. Anne’s just going to be scrubbing things until they’re sparkling again.”

“It’ll just be Janey telling me ‘keep scrubbing! It’s not clean yet!’ and ‘I still see some cookie dough!’ No one needs to hear that but me.”

“Alright now queendom. We’re going to sign off and clean the kitchen. Maybe, just maybe, one of us will go live later tonight to show you Anne’s cleaning skills. Have a good day now. Love you!” Jane ended the live.

“And then, 20 minutes later, Annie told me that the kitchen was clean. So I went live to show the queendom her version of clean,” Jane shook her head the image.

“Hey Queendom! It’s Jane here and-”

“Janey, they know it’s you! It’s on your account!” The green queen playfully rolled her eyes.

“Anyway,” Jane drug out. “Annie over here thinks that the kitchen is clean. Can the queendom help me out and decide if it’s clean or not?”

Immediately, comments came pouring in.

Theroseamongstthethorns: uhhh sorry anne, jane’s gonna have u cleanin for a while

Sixqueenswalkintoabar: ...it’s cleaner than it was before?

Hausofholbein: jane’s standards have to be higher than that.

“Hausofholbein would be correct,” Jane muttered as she glanced over the comments. “This is not up to my standards.”

“Oh come on guys! It’s pretty okay, right?” Anne tried to worm her way out of tidying up.

“Do you think we should let the queendom see more in depth?” The third queen raised an eyebrow and folded her arms over her chest.

“No, no,” Boleyn rushed out, knowing her work wasn’t done. It didn’t hurt to try to get out of it though. “I’ll just clean it up.” The second queen got back to scrubbing the pans in the sink.

“Alright guys, I better help her out some. Thanks for your help queendom!” Jane smiled into the camera and waved.

Right before she ended the livestream, Anne could be heard mumbling, “Yeah. Thanks a lot queendom.”

“You know I love the girl, but she’s a lot sometimes. Thankfully, she’s off and annoying Lina. Anyway, enough about my own personal hell; how is Lu handling all of this?” The blonde turned the attention away from herself.

“I’m sure if you decided to quarantine with us, it would make my daughter’s year,” Jenna laughed. “She had a full on tantrum today because she couldn’t have some ‘Janey and Lulu’ time. Kicking, screaming, crying- the whole nine yards.”

“Oh jeez. I’m sure she’s happy to be able to spend time with you and Jim though?”

“Oh, she is. But uh, she wants Janey and ‘her girls’. She wants all of us together. So...” the brunette dove into her story.

“Lu honey, come on,” Jenna pleaded with her daughter.

“No! I’m going to see my Janey!” the little one protested, halfway through putting her shoes and socks on. “I don’t care if I have to walk there myself, but I am-”

“Little miss, you know you aren't to leave this house unless there’s an adult with you.” The baker’s husband came walking into the room with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Daddy, not you too!” Lulu whined.

“Sweetpea, it’s not mine or Daddy’s fault we’re stuck in the house. Janey’s got to stay at her house too. She wants to see you too baby,” Jenna tried to reason.

“Then, let’s go see her! I want to see my girls!” the young one continued as she put on her second shoe.

“I want to see the girls too, but we just can’t,” the baker paused. “Ignore the law.”

“A little white lie,” Jenna sighed. “I don’t like doing it, but I had to think of something other than ‘we can’t.’ You know that doesn’t work on her.”

“Daddy says we break little laws all the time, like when we cross the street without being at a corner!” the girl pointed out. “Let’s just break this one too!”

“Hun, I said no.” Jenna’s voice lost a small bit of softness.

“Daddy? Please?” the girl with pigtails looked at the doctor with puppy dog eyes.

“Mama-” Jim caught a glance at the glare his wife was giving him. “Mama and I have talked about it. We just can’t go see them right now. It’s too dangerous. We all have to stay healthy.”

“And that sent Lulu into hysterics. She told us she didn’t want to live with us anymore and that you and the girls would take her in and-”

“Which we would,” Jane chuckled lightly.

“And she told Jim that he was a meanie and told me that she couldn’t believe I would keep her from seeing you.”

“Oh jeez. I’m over here struggling with Anne, but you have a small child. Can't even imagine what that’s like.”

“Anne is like a small child,” Aragon opened the door and let herself into the gray room Jane occupied. “Sorry for listening in. I just wanted to let you know that Anne and Kat are downstairs fighting over the last glass of chocolate milk. Anne screamed something about, ‘Viva la choccy milk’. Do you want to intervene, or should-”

“Please. I think if I go downstairs right now, I might lose my temper.”

“And Anne might lose her head,” Aragon chuckled. “I’ve got it. Sorry to bother. Tell Jenna we all said hi.” The first queen made her way out of the room and could clearly be heard yelling at the two cousins.

“The girls say hi,” Jane giggled a bit.

“Tell them we say hi back.”

“Anyway, where were we?”

“Lulu couldn’t believe I was keeping her from seeing you.”

“Ah yes.”

“I had to walk away from the situation because I knew if I stayed, I might’ve lost it on her or Jim. Jim also walked away after parking Lulu in her room for ten minutes. And then...” Jenna continued on with her story.

“Lulu, you can come out of your room now,” Jenna said gently as she knocked on her door. She heard shuffling in the little girl’s room and opened it.

“Louise, what on Earth are you doing?” the baker questioned as she watched her daughter stuff her backpack with a stuffed animal, clothing, and a pack of oreos. Her daughter looked at her briefly but stayed silent and only continued to pack her bag.

“Jim!” the brunette yelled. “Get up here!”

“Huh?” Jim poked his head into the hallway. At this point, the small girl had finished packing and marched her way over to her father.

“Daddy,” Lulu paused. “I mean, Jim?”

“No Lu. I’m Daddy.”

“Not anymore. I’m running away to go live with Janey and my girls. But uh, Ma- I mean, Jenna told me I’m not allowed to leave the house without an adult, so will you help me run away to Janey’s please?” The little girl stared up at her father with big blue eyes as she clutched onto her backpack.

“I’m afraid not Lu. Quarantine is affecting all of us,” Jim laughed lightly as he patted his daughter.

“At least she didn’t try to run away by herself,” Jane commented.

“Yeah,” Jenna sighed. “I’ll give her that.”

“So I’m stuck here?”

“‘Fraid so kiddo. Can we be your parents again?” Jim asked gently.

Lulu mulled over this for a few seconds. “I guess so,” she finally sighed. “But only until quarantine is over. Then, I’m going to run away to live with Janey. Maybe she’ll help me escape.”

“Whatever gets you through this quarantine,” Jim laughed quietly before leaving.

“You’re kidding,” Jane couldn’t even stifle the laughs that were bubbling up inside of her.

“Nope. So, I was thinking maybe we should do one of those video calls tonight. It’ll keep Anne from doing anything mischievous for a little, and Lulu will be happy because she’ll at least get to see all six of you for a little bit.”

“That sounds like a great idea.”

Quarantine turned out to be much longer than any of them hoped, but the video chats did keep “Hurricane Anne” from destroying the house (well, not completely, but it helped), and Lulu was happy to be able to see her girls, even if she wasn’t able to shower them in hugs and kisses.

And no, Lulu did not try to run away to the queens’ house again. Not after she saw the aftermath of Anne’s baking catastrophe that almost lost the six their house.

#six the musical #six musical #six fanfiction #six the musical fanfic #six the musical fanfiction #six musical fanfic #six fanfic #waitress the musical #waitress musical #waitress musical fanfic #waitress the musical fanfiction #jane seymour #jenna hunterson

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skeletaldarling · 5 years ago

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Sick Thomas

If y’all haven’t read To Build A Home and To Make A Home by the talented @a-valorous-choice, you should totally check it out, they’re both actually so incredible and well written.

This is just a little oneshot set in their universe about a sick four-year-old Thomas with his brother and dad, (I also wrote another little oneshot called Dreams if you’re interested.)

Word Count: 1,302 (way longer than intended lol)

Warnings: basic cold symptoms, crying, nothing else? tell me if I’m wrong though!

~ ~ ~

“Daddy?”

Patton glanced over his shoulder, “hey kiddos!” He chirped, returning his attention back to the eggs he was making, “you two wanna help me with breakfast?”

He turned around to properly greet his kids, Virgil was holding Thomas on hip, leaning against the wall with an exhausted expression on his sleepy face, “hi Dad,” he muttered, his eyes slipping shut for a moment longer than usual.

Thomas whimpered, “I don’ feel good, Daddy.”

Patton frowned, the four year old looked paler than normal but his cheeks were flushed a concerning shade of red, his messy brown curls were sticking to his face, damp with sweat. His eyes were glossy and starting to fill with tears, “m’ throat’s sore,” he mumbled.

Patton clicked his tongue, “you don’t look too good either, sweetheart, can I feel your head?” He pressed the back of his hand to Thomas’s forehead, “oh kiddo, you’re pretty warm. I don’t think you can go to daycare today, I’ll call in a moment, why don’t you head into the living room and get comfy on the couch, we can stay home and watch lots of movies, alright?”

Thomas nodded sluggishly, he wiped his nose on his sleeve. Patton kissed his cheek, “thanks kiddo. Virgil go get ready for school, I’ll finish these eggs and you can get going.”

Virgil nodded, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his free hand, “yeah, right,” he tried to put Thomas down but the toddler let out a long high whine, “nooooo!”

“Thomas, honey, Virge has to go to school, you’re staying home with me! We’ll have heaps of fun, it’s okay.”

The tears spilled over and poured down the child’s face, “I don’ wan’ Virge to go!” He insisted.

Virgil gave him one last hug and set him on his feet, “I really can’t stay Thomas, I can’t miss school, I have a math test.”

Thomas let out a choked sob, “you can’t!” he cried, “I want you to stay!”

Virgil winced as he pried Thomas’s hands off his hoodie, “I’m so sorry, Thomas, I’m really really sorry,” he managed to step away from him, “I’m already late, I gotta...”

Patton nodded, crouching down to help his youngest son, “go get dressed, it’s okay.”

Virgil scurried upstairs before Thomas could chase after him, he felt guilty for leaving but he really couldn’t miss school today, Roman would sulk about it later as well, and that was just inconvenient. He didn’t need Roman complaining that his best friend had completely abandoned him in the Demon’s Kingdom, (which is what he had named their high school.)

Thomas wailed on the kitchen floor, Patton knelt next to him, “hey Thomas, it’s okay, c’mon bud, let’s get off this yucky floor, I haven’t cleaned it in way too long.”

Patton scooped the sobbing toddler into his arms and cradled his head, “oh honey, it’s okay.”

Thomas soaked his dad’s shirt with tears, he coughed through his crying and struggled to catch his breath for a moment, Patton kept swaying him gently, “Thomas, I really need you to stop the crying, you’ll make yourself even sicker if you keep sobbing like that.”

Thomas sniffed and wiped his face, covering his sleeve in snot and tears, Patton grabbed a tissue and cleaned his face properly, “c’mon sweetheart, let’s just calm down for a bit, I know you don’t feel too great, I’m sorry.”

Logan walked in at that moment, finding his husband shushing a sniffling toddler, “Thomas? Did I hear you crying?”

Patton adjusted his hold, “mhmm, poor sweetpea got sick, didn’t want his brother to leave.”

Logan opened his mouth to speak but hesitated, sick children never really were his specialty, he stepped over and turned the stove off, he moved the eggs to the back burner so they wouldn’t overcook. Patton gave him a grateful smile and kissed Thomas’s cheek, “can you head into the lounge now, kiddo? I need to finish breakfast and then I’ll come over and keep you company.”

Thomas whimpered and clutched at his dad’s shirt, Logan frowned, “perhaps you could sit with me? Daddy needs to do some things but I’d like to think my cuddles will suffice.”

“What?” Thomas croaked, his throat was still sore and the crying had only made it worse, his voice was thick and shaky but at least he was looking at Logan now.

Patton nodded, “yeah that sounds terrific, go on, cuddle with Papa until I’m ready.”

Thomas looked unsure, he really hated being passed around so much when he was sick, he usually liked to find one person and cling to them for as long as possible. Logan reached out, “come with me, busybee. I’ll keep you safe.”

Thomas reached for him wordlessly, his lower lip was jutted out in a pout and he looked ready to start crying again but Logan pulled him in for a hug anyway, “I’m sorry you don’t feel well, love.”

“really hurts,” Thomas mumbled.

“What hurts, dear?”

“M’ throat.”

“Ah,” Logan sat down on the couch and pulled the toddler into a hug, “well it’s a good thing Daddy is so good at making people feel better, isn’t it.”

“Mhmm,” Thomas nodded, looking over at Patton as he phoned daycare while serving breakfast, the toddler suddenly got teary, “I wan’ Daddy.”

Logan’s eyebrows shot up in panic, not another meltdown, please not another meltdown, “Daddy’s coming in a little while, Thomas. Why don’t we play a game?”

“What game?”

“What’s your favourite colour?” Logan asked.

“Rainbow!” Thomas said, obviously.

“Well then, what’s my favourite colour?”

Thomas hesitated, “blue?”

“Well done, busybee!” Logan praised, “what’s your favourite animal?”

“Zero!”

Patton walked in and grinned, “speaking of our adorable puppy, should I go and get her for you? She can keep us company while we watch movies.”

“Yes please and thank you!”

Patton ruffled his hair, “alright kiddo, be right back.”

Virgil reappeared in the doorway, “hey Pa.”

“Good morning, Virgil.”

Virgil came over to give Thomas a quick hug, “so sorry Thomas, The Prince is picking me up in five minutes, I’ll see you after school though.”

“Have you had breakfast?” Logan asked, a frown pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“What do you think the five minutes is for?” Virgil said, hurrying over to the plates of eggs, he started wolfing one of them down as fast as he could while messaging Remy at the same time.

Logan rolled his eyes and returned to his little game with Thomas, his attempt to take the four year old’s mind off things was successful and the toddler was giggling and smiling in no time.

Patton came back in holding Zero, he set the puppy on the ground, “Lo you’re going to be late.”

Logan glanced at the time, he hastily got to his feet with a mutter, “Thomas, love, I hope you feel better, I’ll see you after work and maybe call you and Daddy at lunchtime, alright? I love you both,” he pressed quick kisses to Thomas and Patton’s cheeks.

Patton hummed, “don’t you dare leave without eating breakfast.”

“I know, honeybee, I will.” Logan chuckled.

Patton sat down and ensured Thomas was comfortable on his lap, Zero hopped up to sit with them on the couch, he rested his face on Patton’s thigh, Thomas petted his head, “hi Zero,” he mumbled through a yawn.

Patton rubbed his back, “are you tired?”

There was a knock at the door and Virgil stumbled over to get it, “bye dads! Bye Thomas!” He called.

Logan soon followed, leaving Patton and Thomas alone with Zero and Sally, who had recently decided that the best place for her to be was on the kitchen bench, curled up a neat ball.

Patton looked down at Thomas, “what movie should we start with, kiddo?”

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auspicious-lilana · 5 years ago

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Ultimate Spiderman (Peter Parker x Stark! OC x Sam alexander x Danny Rand)

Summary:When people hear 'Maya Stark' everyone would think about the perfect, smart. good looking, rich, student body president of Midtown High.Nobody but her childhood friend Peter Parker AKA Spider-Man and her new team of heroes. Ava, Sam, Danny, and Luke AKA white tiger, Nova, Iron fist, and Power Man knows about her secret of being Queen's very own Mistress, soon to be ULTIMATE Mistress

Part 1 Part 2

This is it, the test to see if I can make it into the superhero big leagues.

“This exercise will gauge your efficiency against superior numbers. Disable all attackers. You have 60 seconds. FYI, Captain America did it in 10.” I stood in a battle stance ready for whatever Fury would throw at me.

“Easy-peasy.” One of the large robots that surrounded me started to attack as I dodged it and quickly shot a web to its head but another robot came and threw me on the ground as they all fell on top of me. “Uh! Uh!” I groaned as I squeezed myself out of the pile of robots. “This is more humiliating than Parker family game night.” I quickly got up and punched all the robots while webbing a few. After I threw another one of them grabbed me and held me up as I struggled to get out from its grip. How weak is this? I'm going to land on the superhero wall of shame for dying ten minutes after joining S.H.I.E.L.D. It started to shock me to which I yelled in pain before I grabbed four arms of it and quickly snapped it back to it making it let me go. The second I got down I ran as I dodged four drone-bots before I got ahold of one of them to see they were bombs that exploded making me hit back on the wall covered in slime as I slowly slid down. I got up quickly as I saw more big bots coming at me, so I tried to work the web shooter.

“Where did S. H. I. E. L. D. tech put the web control? Nope. Nuh-uh. Score.” I threw a web at two drones and crashed it with two of the big ones. “Yeah!” One of the drone heads fell on me making me groan.

***

While Spider-Man was taking the test. Fury laughed a bit at the sight.

“I finished this thing under 20” iron fist said.

“I finished mines under 18” Luke chimed in.

“There's no discipline to his fighting technique, he's thrashing around hitting things. But Fury says he's good for the team.” White Tiger said as she watched Spider-Man get thrown around.

“His training may be off but he has more experience than the rest of you and his heart is in the right place” I imputed, defending my partner. “I’m just glad he agreed to do it”

“Why is Fury testing another new candidate? I didn't approve of this.” Nova said running up to us.

“So you didn’t approve of me?” I raised an eyebrow and fixed a glare at Nova who’s eyes widened.

“N-no! Your fighting was good, just not his!” I rolled my eyes.

“Look who thinks he's still in charge. That's so cute.” White tiger said to which I nodded my head in agreement.

“If Fury thinks I'm going to lead that lame-o in battle…”

“In your dreams, you're the team leader,” Luke said placing a hand on Nova’s shoulder as Iron fist joined in.

“He is rough around the edges, but not without potential.”

“Yeah, but he named himself Spider-Man. How sad is that?” White Tiger said as I rolled my eyes.

“Well, unlike you guys he had gotten his powers under pressure, and the fact he had nobody but me to tell his secret to”

“What was he supposed to call himself?” Iron fist said backing me up.

“Something cool that didn't scream, "Hi, I have low self-esteem and identify with bugs."

“You know what they say about a book and its cover, dude.”

“Dude, I'll clean this Helicarrier for a month if he makes it.”

“Toilets, too?”

“Toilets, too”

“Your on”

“I’m in” Luke chirped in taking Iron fist’s side.

“Me, too,” Nova said also high giving White Tiger. I sighed as I took White Tigers side knowing Spider-Man won’t pass without the right training and I don’t like being in the highest possible losers team and if Spidey does pass, I can just cast a few cleaning spells to help White Tiger out.

“I’m in as well I guess,” I said high fiving the boys, earning a smile from White Tiger. I checked the time and excused myself. “I gotta go. Work to be done, people to visit, someone to tease” the rest said their goodbyes as I walked off and teleported myself to a place near the hospital before I took off my mask making my cloak disappear showing I was wearing blue shorts and a white shoulderless blouse with my black hair down. I jogged from the alley to the hospital a few buildings away before stopping in front of the counter.

”How may I help-”

” I need to see Harry Osborn” I demanded out of breath. The lady nodded and looked at the computer.

”Room 230 on floor 3” I thanked her before running up the stairs too impatient to wait on the elevator. when I peeked in the room I heard Peter.

“Hey, hero. I brought you something from school.”

“Cheerleaders?” Harry guessed making me chuckle.

“Homework” at the moment I came in.

“Hey Harry”

“I guess Maya’s close to an cheerleader” I rolled my eyes.

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Harry really stepped up yesterday when the Frightful Four attacked our school. Unfortunately, all that heroism won him overnight stay in the hospital.

Yikes. Wish I was there to help out

Me too,Maya, Me too

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“Peter has your best interests at heart, son. He's a true friend” Mr.Osborn said placing his hand on Peter’s shoulder.

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Wouldn’t it be nice to have a dad like that?

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“How about a ride to school, Peter? Maya?”

“You don't have to hold a gun to my head, sir.”

“How about you, Maya?” I shook my head.

“Sorry, my Dad’s coming to get me” like magic my phone rang showing my dad. “Matter of fact this is him now, bye Harry, Peter. See you at school tomorrow” I left the room answering the call.“Hey dad!”

“Hey, sweetpea. How was the S.H.I.E.L.D test?”

“I think I aced it. Tell you more in the car ride home I see you”

“Okay,” I ended the call and got into the car.

“So? Details?”

“So I finished the test under 14 seconds”

“That’s my girl”“And I met my future team”

“Did you guys show your identities?”

“No.not yet but I know they know Peter’s identity”

“You’ll learn their identity-“

“Oh I already did”

“You did?”

“Yeah, Fury enrolled them to Midtown high so I may or may not have looked through their files”

“I bet other dads don’t have a daughter like you to have bragging rights with” Dad mumbled.

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Meet my dad, Tony Stark aka Iron man. Since he has Stark Interpers I barely get to see him everyday but he tries his best to get some quality time together and he makes sure we eat breakfast together so we can catch up on what happened to us yesterday since he’s busy at night. Plus I get to hang out with the avengers daily so I call them uncles/aunts.

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“Dad!”

“It isn't my fault my daughter is beautiful, genius AND a future avenger! I got the full package!” I sighed as I smiled and hugged dad. No matter how many times he would brag, I know he means well and loves me just as much as I do.

“I love you dad”

“I love you two my favorite daughter”

“I’m your only daughter”

“...don’t ruin the mood” I laughed as I snuggled close as we got home.

“We’re here,” Happy said from the driver’s seat. I nodded and thanked him as I got out with my school bag on my shoulder.

“I’m gonna go and do my homework real quick and check in with the vice student body president cause I’m sure Peter forgot to do it for me” Dad kissed my cheek before ruffling my hair.

“I’ll be in the lab if you need me. Capsicle wants to see you in an hour for your training”

“Thanks, Dad,” I said as I kissed his cheek and went up to my room.

“How did I get lucky with her?...” I smiled as I heard my dad before I went into my room.

***

“Smile, Spider-Man,” MJ said to peter flashing a camera at him making him lose his balance and fall as he started rambling nervously.

“Oh! Whoa, I'm not... How did…”

“Wow, nervous much? I'm practicing what I'll say when I finally meet Spider-Man maybe even Mistress. Here” MJ handed him a paper he read. ‘Spider-Man and Mistress: I will tell your side of the story. Call me. Mary Jane Watson’

“You really believe those two hang out here in Midtown?”

“ They’ve been seen on campus often enough.they could be anybody. A student, a teacher, or…” Stan walked by pushing a cart full of mobs and such before turning to them.

“Thwip Thwip” And he left.

“Ok, well maybe not anybody,”

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I know how much it means for MJ to get that reporter job with the Bugle and I'd love to help her out. I'm afraid I'd blow it once I started talking to her. I mean, MJ knows me so well.Maya would help her much better seeing how she takes Drama and can act it out but I don’t think she’ll want to take that risk either....

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“Even if Spider-Man and Mistress are a student, They’re going to keep it on the down-low. There's no way They'd let anyone know who they really are”

“Maybe, but I'm not giving up. Also, Have you seen Maya?”

“No, not since yesterday. Maybe she’s in the council room?”

“Most likely, seeing how she wasn’t able to check in yesterday” Peter’s eyes widened. ‘I completely forgot about checking in for her! Maya must be extremely busy now! All cause of me’ Peter gloomed at the thought before smiling again.

“I’ll go check on her since we are walking home together”

“Make sure to get her something to eat on your way there, she hasn’t touched her lunch at all”

“Okay, bye” MJ left as Peter went off to get Maya so they can leave for S.H.I.E.L.D as promised.

***

“Sir, ma'am. Yo, what's up?” Spider-Man said to every passing agent we saw making me sigh. I wasn’t going to come here with him but after he kept telling me I can get back to the paperwork later and I had to take a ‘break’ I eventually came around.

”Spidey, what are you doing?” I asked unamused.

“I'm just trying to blend in now that I'm an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“An agent? You're barely a newbie.” Fury pitches in making me smirk at the look of Spidey’s face as Fury scanned his eyes at an entrance.

“ID confirmed. S.H.I.E.L.D. Director, Nick Fury.”

The doors slid open revealing a testing room for gadgets I’m guessing as we went in.

“Get in here and don't touch anything.”

“Cool!” Spidey exclaimed looking around as I stood there watching him. “Awesome!” I looked over to see him looking at a guy flying with web wings before looking over to a guy climbing a wall with spider legs/claws. “Eh. It’s been done” Spidey and I walked over to Fury who stood by a doctor

“Yo, Doc. Meet the new kid. Spider-Man, our resident tech genius. Dr. Curt Connors. And I know you’ve already met Mistress or Maya.”

“Yes, we did, didn’t we?” I nodded as I smiled. Spidey decided to make himself known and stuck out his hand.

“Always glad to meet a fellow genius” When Doc didn’t shake his head and Spidey saw Doc didn’t have a hand. “Awkward” Doc pulled up his sleeve and shook Spidey’s hand with both of his hands.

“A pleasure. I followed both yours and Mistress’s career closely, very impressive.”

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I like this guy

Of course you would Peter, of course you would.

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“Even before Director Fury approached you about joining us, I had my R&D team develop an array of Spider-Man and Mistress inspired weaponry.” Spidey looked around confused.

“Then where’s-”

“It’s in another room. We like to have separate weaponry rooms for you two since we had a lot and Mistress had already seen hers, yesterday” I nodded as Spidey nodded his making an ‘Oh’ face.

“What if we said no?”

“Not an option” Fury replied sternly.

“Huh, that's funny, you're using our web-shooter out of camo mode.” Doc pointed out as he took Spidey’s wrist and placed it into camo mode.

“Oh, yeah. I had it in camo mode. But then I couldn't find it.” Doc and Fury just stared at Spidey unamused as I resisted the urge to facepalm. “Joke. Don't you people ever smile” I’d be surprised if they ever did.

“Over here is something we think you'll find particularly interesting,” Doc said as he leads Spidey to something covered.

“I reserve the right to be awestruck.” Before Spidey could touch it he was quickly hit with a metal whip. “Ow,” he groaned out as I cringed. Ouch.

“Hold it. Director Fury, I've never questioned your choices when it came to the others.” Coulson said.

“Others?” Spidey questioned. I was about to reply before I remembered, he doesn’t know about the others yet.

“But in this case, we're dealing with a complete wildcard. Daily Bugle Communications calls Spider-Man a threat to public safety.” Coulson continued.

“But I’m so cuddly,” Spidey said rubbing his head with his arms intertwined making me giggle a bit as his silliness.

“Spider-Man's my responsibility, Coulson. That's what he's here for. To learn responsibility.” Fury sternly replied.

“We’ll see” Coulson left just like that as Spidey quickly uncovered the thing and looked at it unimpressed.

“We call it the Spider-Cycle,” Doc said as Spidey looked back at him.

“Uh, yeah. Useless”

“Excuse me?” Doc said taken back.

“I mean it's cool and all, but why do I need a motorcycle? I can get anywhere by thwip-thwip.” Spidey said illustrating what he meant by ‘thwip-thwip’

“ I calculate you can make it from 80th to 34th street in 3. 7 minutes while using up what I'm guessing is fairly expensive webbing and at maximum muscle stress.“

“Uh maybe” Spidey rubbed his muscle to stubborn to admit Doc was right to which I rolled my eyes at. Unlike him, I levitate my way so I have no need to waste strength nor use any expensive webbing.

“The Spider-Cycle can make it minute-and-a-half. If you're not scared thwip-less to climb on” Fury added on knowing full well out competitive and ‘prideful’ Spidey is. It seemed to work cause Spidey glared at him.

“One side” and he climbed on….wait…...he never took driving lessons ...or have a permit…..this won’t end well…this is soo gonna get recorded. I placed my hand behind my back and muttered a summoning chant spell and summoned my phone from my backpack back at my room (Yes we stopped by my room on our way here to drop off our stuff) “and the starter is…” Spidey touched somewhere starting the Spider-Cycle up and running as Spidey yelled and I laughed a bit as I placed a spell to make my phone follow his Spider-Cycle, recording.

“You should go and follow him” I nodded at Fury’s suggestion as I stifle my laughter as I levitated my way to catch up to him.

“Brakes, THE BRAKES!” I saw Spidey yell as agents quickly dodged him nearly. I flew a bit faster in an attempt to catch up to see him blast a hole. “NOT BRAKE!”

“Aaah! Not a problem. I'll just pop another parachute and” Spidey tried to do it to see he ran out of the web. “Okay, now I'm scared thwip-less Aaah!” I stopped at the hole fully knowing I wouldn’t fly down so I cast a teleportation spell and got to a rooftop to see Spidey riding on the side of a building as I watched in amusement before he ended up in the streets screaming, that's when I got up and flew above him.

“ Kid, what's wrong with you? You act like you've never driven before.” Fury said as I giggled.

“That’s because he never did!” I yelled.

“I don’t even have my learner’s permit!”

“You what?”

“It’s new york! Who needs a car?!” Spidey said as he jumped over a school bus as I flew above. “OH COME ON” Spidey yelled as he went through a sign reading ‘road closed’ I sighed knowing I can’t keep this up, guess fun’s over. I picked up Spidey as I saw Luke pick up the bus the Spider-Cycle would’ve hit and White Tiger quickly hopped on the Cycle stopping it as Nova helped me carry Spidey. “Let me go, Buckethead!”

“Calm down preschool, we’ll take it from here.” We let go of Spidey as I stood next to Nova as White tiger hopped off the cycle with Iron fist’s leg on the wheel and Luke next to him.

“We-” I coughed as Spidey rolled his eyes. “Okay I appreciate a hand now and then, but I really didn't need to be saved by-who're you guys?”

“Iron Fist, Nameste. Iron Fist. Kung fu master with a fist of well...iron.”

“White Tiger. Acrobatic ninja with steel claws and cat powers. And the big guy there is Lu-”

“Power-Man. If he calls himself Spider-Man then I'm calling myself Power Man. It's cool and doesn't scream ‘I have low self-esteem.’ Super strength and bulletproof skin.”

“Okay, Power-Man” White Tiger said rolling her eyes.

“And I already met Captain Buckethead over there,” Spidey pointed at Nova.

“Names Nova, creep”

“Nova creep, catchy”

“Nova, the human rocket.”

“Okay. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get this bike back to HQ. You see, I'm with S. H. I. E. L. D.” Spidey bloated in smug, little did he know hehe.

“Small world,” Power-Man said with a smirk as Nova gave Spidey a smug grin.

***

“No, no, no, no, no. I never signed on to be part of a team.” Spidey complained as the rest of the team and I stood behind Coulson who was trying to reason with Spidey.

“It’s not a team, its a program. If you just let me explain” Coulson said.

“No! Nix! Nein! Nyet! Na-uh! No way! Never!” Spidey stormed off in anger.

“We won the bet!” White tiger and I high fived. “No toilets for the Tiger and Sorceress, Whoo!” I smiled before I looked back at where Spidey left.

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He’ll come around. I know he well. Stubborn is one thing he is really good at but I know he’ll realize being in a team instead of a Duo will help a lot learning about responsibility and make us stronger heros too

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I sensed danger somewhere as my eyes widened and gasped as White Tiger must've noticed since she placed a hand on my shoulder.

“You good Mistress?”

“Danger.”

“What?”

“I sense danger somewhere.” White Tiger turned to the team who are now alert.

“You heard her, there is danger somewhere, let’s head out ASAP” I nodded as we all got out to see Thundra throw a large metal cap at Spidey as Power-Man quickly took action and kicked it away as White Tiger pounced on top of Spidey.

“What are you guys doing here? I had them on the run. “

“Except for the part you didn’t” White Tiger countered as she brought out her claws and cut off the anti-gravity pad that was on Spidey’s chest as soon Spidey fell on his butt while White Tiger landed safely. Klaw sent a sound wave a the two as Spidey dodged it and Tiger fell back. I quickly took action and sent a blast of fire at Klaw sending him flying back in pain.

***

“Okay, Nick. I'll join your junior "Glee" club. But I still operate Duo as Spider-Man and Mistress, It's our version of ‘Me Time’”

“Done” they shook hands before the web shooter shot a parachute falling on them.

“Awkward."

*** [Peter’s POV] ***

Finally, both school and Spidey lives are back to normal. I opened my locker and sighed happily as I smiled. Maya should be here any minute now since she probably finished all that council work she had to do and have that meeting with the new principal I heard about.

“Oh, Puny Parker. Locker knocker time” I sighed remembering my normal life...has Flash in it. Before Flash could push me in Someone pulled me away making Flash fall in my locker and lock himself in. “Ow” I looked up to see my ‘savior’

“Wait, do I know you?” I saw three other kids behind the guy looking oddly familiar. “Any of you?”

“Say hello to your new classmates,” Said the blonde guy, “Danny Rand” now known as Danny.

“ Luke Cage,” Said the guy who ‘saved’ me.

“Sam Alexander,” said the Latino guy.

“Ava Ayala, think about it” That’s when a light bulb went off my head as I realized, these were my new team.

“Huh?” was all that came out, I was speechless, AND right where I thought everything would be back to normal!

“Oh, some idiot gave Fury the bright idea we needed ‘me time’ away from S. H. I. E. L. D,” Sam said hinting at Me sarcastically.

“ FYI, don't sweat the secret ID. Code of silence man” Somehow Maya came in just in time.

“Hey Peter, seems you already met the new students huh?”

“Maya! Please tell me this is some sort of mistake!” I plead. Being the head president of the school, basically, like a vice-principal, she had to have control on who enrolls, right?

“I’m sorry Peter but my job is to welcome students not the opposite and besides I placed myself the job of giving them a tour here”

“Why do you have to be their tourist?”

“Cause one, I’m the head president of the school, and the second is Fury wants me to so they can grow accustomed here plus ‘get to know each other as civilians’” Sam smirked as he came closer.

“Well, how lucky we are to get such a cutie to tour us” Maya smirked as she cocked her hip.

“I don’t think you should be flirting with your teammate,” She said mockingly.

“Teammate?” Maya’s smirk widened as the rest’s eyes widened.

“Funny how you didn’t recognize me as I quick as Peter”

“W-Well it's just that you where a large cloak with a black mask so we couldn’t see you properly aside from half your face and your hands s-so-” Maya laughed a bit.

“Don’t sweat it. I’m cool with it besides the whole point of the mask and cloak was for nobody to get a slight hint about my identity.”

“Hey, this is great. Really, really great. I just got to go talk to a guy.” I said before running off to the principal's office leaving Maya with them.

“ I need an immediate transfer”

“Denied, Mr. Parker”

“But why?” The principal turned around and I saw...Coulson?!

“Because Fury wants you where he can keep his eye on you.”

“Coulson?!”

“Acting principal Coulson, Thwip-Thwip,” He said with a mocking grin. I went out gripping on my hair in frustration.

“ I said it before, I'll say it again. N-o. No, no, no-no, no, no.” I said walking by my locker.

“Hello? Can somebody let me out? Please. Anyone?” I backed up and looked at my locker with a smirk.

“Okay, maybe yes”

#Sam x reader #Peter Parker x reader #Tony Stark's daughter #Maya Stark #Ultimate Spiderman #White Tiger #Danny x reader

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daydreamindollie · 6 years ago

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m.yg | The Innocent and The Sinful

Fragments Series: Just another incomplete written piece/plan/idea - not edited, not proofread, just raw writing w/ my notes

|| opposites attract oneshot series ||

A/N: Yoongi’s one, I actually dusted up quite a bit so there aren’t any notes, just pure writing. I was ready to write an extended, very steamy scene in this but I guess that intimidated me and made me mentally shut down when writing this knowing that I had planned such a scene for the future of this oneshot. Don’t get me wrong, I was really excited to be writing smut for the first time...but, I also get nervous really easily and I’m a perfectionist+procrastinator - not a good combination!

WARNING: May contain some conflict and violence nothing

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The probability that two drastically opposing worlds should collide was highly unlikely, even more so the fact that they should harmonise under aesthetic melodies, and yet, despite this common perspective, it seems as though the path of two repelling ways of life magnetise along their way, and consequently, cross directions.

Such an innocuous stammer within one's path appears as irrelevant as the frequent act of unnamed strangers brushing shoulders, but an interaction must never be underestimated as the world's way of making an individual's tilted stage right again, can be a very peculiar thing.

☆

A night out with the usual gaggle of friends was well underway, falling upon its second hour the instant the clock ticked past eleven thirty (evening).

It was clear from the many blokes, who flashed ill grins upon catching the glint of uncertainty in your eyes, that this was an unfamiliar atmosphere for you, and suddenly, your friends' offer for free food and subsequent peaceful nights-in, no longer seemed worth-it as the sweat of discomfort tickled your brow.

"You look very tense there sweetpea!" Jia, the usual 'mother' of the group and your roommate, shouted from beside you, barely succeeding in overcoming the suffocating blare of music, "Have a drink and lighten up!" she encouraged, being strangely negligent to the obvious consequence of alcohol, especially in your circumstance. Not only were you a lightweight but everybody else within your group was drunk beyond the line of no return and someone needed to be responsible.

It wasn't going to be Jia, definitely not - leaving only you.

"No thank you Unnie, I think I'll just go out for some fresh air." hefting a heavy sigh, you flashed a reassuring smile before making your way out. A clearing of the mind requires a cleaning of the air.

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"You're telling me," Yoongi stressed, an influential figure despite his diminutive build, "that nothing can be done to solve this." his voice hard and his eyes cold, a visible shiver rattled the spine of his unfortunate man of business.

"I'm sorry b-" the man attempted, only to be talked over by a booming voice.

"'Sorry' isn't going to fix things you little bastard, now, if you don't want my men coming after you, and the people you care about, then you better shut that bullshit-talking mouth of yours and get things done because I don’t pay you to hear crap fall out your asscrack of a mouth - got it?" the fire in his eyes was raging and untamed, hoping to rampage and set ablaze all that dared confront it - the poor man before him being the first victim, with licking flames already setting his toe-curled feet ablaze.

"Y-Yes S-“

"Now get the fuck out of my sight." once the stammering man had finally left, pudgy face sweating bullets of liquid fat and spindly thin hair clumping at his expansive forehead, Yoongi turned to his men. There was evident stress knotting his usually undisturbed brows. "I'm going for a smoke. I'll be back in thirty minutes.”

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Hissing at the bite of your stiletto heels, you attempt to savour the crisp night air without grimacing at the filth surrounding you, only able to fully disregard it by tilting your head towards the star-dusted night sky. Slowly, your mind began to clear and a small smile pinched your flustered cheeks, bad experiences truly brought out the good in all the little things - much like the majestic beauty of the night.

So spellbound by the charm of the late evening, you were innocent to the approaching danger, coming at you in the form of an intoxicated, stout man, drenched in a scented smog of liquor. He had no real intention of anything ill and would've let you be if he hadn't drowned himself in the immoral fluid beforehand.

Now, all acts and thoughts were unfiltered and ethics were cleared off his table of prioritised considerations.

At the sight of your figure, hugged tightly by the dark fabric of your dress, an animalistic growl of unadulterated desire left his chapped lips and, noticing your impervious state, he strides forward carelessly.

Taking a chance on his luck, he smiled satisfactorily when he stumbled into your frail figure and smirked at the vulnerable squeal that left your delicate lips when his heavyset frame fell onto yours and forced you against the cold brick wall.

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Regardless of Yoongi's pronounced reliance on nicotine during times of distress, he never truly liked the act of smoking; he always grimaced in the seconds leading up to lighting the cancer stick before inhaling a breath.

Another thing that he absolutely detests, in spite of his criminal line of work, was the sight and racket of harassment, especially now, when his wick of tolerance had already been burned up to only a hair's breadth from the night's deficient chain of events. Using up the last of that wick, Yoongi could only stand for less than a minute before he stuffed the cigarette back in its packet and approached the inebriated attacker.

"Hey, asshat," he grumbled, waiting for the man to turn before landing a heavy blow to his jaw, knocking him out cold with the propelled force of his frustrations. It was definitely a good way of de-stressing and Yoongi would have taken up boxing if he wasn't so indolent with the burdens of his position. Hence why, when Yoongi knew the harasser was down for the count, at just one hit, he stepped away and finally lit his cigarette - he probably wouldn't finish it completely after such relief.

He didn't care for the girl the man was molesting, he only wanted peace and quiet when having his smoke but probably secretly wanted to punch a man as well - any man - after such vexing news was delivered to him tonight. For that reason, he didn't pay you any mind and selfishly savoured the silence as he took a drag.

This man was something unworldly to you. He had taken on a bozo twice his size and won with just a single hit, now, he was lighting a cigarette, going about his business as if what he had just done was nothing out of the ordinary.

Stepping closer and scrutinising his anatomy within the moonlight revealed how truly exquisite he was. His lean, ample limbs were garbed in a fitted black suit, darker than night and appearing silky under the rough stare of yellow street lamps.

Supple ivory skin stretched over the features you were able to see bare: his face, neck and hands. The milky expanse of his nape silently pleaded for the sinful mark of bruising kisses, unsatisfied with the ink of a spiralling tattoo that climbed three delicious inches up the side of his neck, leading your mind to darkly ponder where it starts under the collar of his shirt. The hand he had holding the cigarette had long fingers with bulging veins decorating its back, leaving a simply intricate ring to embellish one elegant finger. His mysterious eyes were half hooded by a shadow containing undisclosed secrets that you yearned to acquaint yourself with, loving how the breath of smoke he exhaled spiralled into distinctive art before disappearing.

Building up the courage, you stepped further forward, "u-umm..." you timidly began, “Thank-"

"Go home." he blatantly hissed, not sparing you a glance and, instead, took the time for another puff. Your morals weren't as such, however, because you needed to thank someone whose actions were worth appreciating, but as you stuttered to protest, he brushed you off once more.

"C-can I at least buy you lunch?-“

"Look, I didn't do it to help you, I just wanted some peace and quiet. Now, if you have half the brain that I think you do, then you'll take this chance to get the fuck out of here.”

Naturally, you were hesitant but complied with his harsh command. You didn't think any less of him because of his confession; it doesn't change the fact that he saved you from a traumatising experience, so he still deserved your proper gratitude. He wasn't willing to accept it and it's his decision whether or not he does, yes, but you were determined to repay him.

☆

It was unusual for you to frequent a bar, even more so if the bar was the one where you were physically assaulted at. Your behaviour was very suspicious and your friends were quick to catch on, confronting you the night you're about to leave your shared apartment once more. You always left at the same night, at the same time with the same intentions in mind - you just need to see him again.

"I'll be leaving now," you announce, slipping into your heels as your reflection stares back at you with satisfaction.

"Babes, you've told us what happened to you that night, right?" your roommate confirms as she stood beside the door, causing you to raise a brow as you gave a reassuring nod. "Everything?" she pressed as you gave another nod, “Then…why do I feel like you're leaving one very crucial detail out?" her eyes are piercing you judiciously as you struggle to maintain a calm demeanour.

"Jia, I've told you everything," you promise a white lie.

"Oh really?" the stare she sends you is chilling, "Because, it doesn't really make much sense if the first time a girl goes out in forever, gets harassed and suddenly makes it routine to visit said bar on the same night, at the same time, weekly!" avoiding her eyes, you attempt to cover your endeavours, "Well?...Did this guy threaten you or something? (Y/N), you know that I'm here for you." the hard front she puts forth slowly wore down with concern until only watery agony was present in her eyes.

"I-It's not like that Jia.”

"Then please tell me, Sweetie. You know how I hate being kept in the dark about these things." clearly, the stress was getting to her and you felt extremely guilty for causing such strain on her everyday deliberations; she already had many other things to reflect on, she didn't need you forcing more stress atop that. You remember how you told her your altered story of the night - one where there was now a mysterious, cold-hearted stranger saving you - and she was close to tears, apologising for not being a good enough friend, proven in her failed act of saving you. "I''m not here to judge you...I'm just concerned. Please tell me so that I'm self-assured that you'll be fine…and that I don't need to stalk you just to make sure you're safe." it was a joke that you embraced with a half-hearted laugh, encouraging you to tip the scale in favour of her apprehension.

"Alright...I'll tell you," and that, you did. As promised, she didn't judge you but put forward her own advice, the lines of stress no longer creasing the space between her expressive brows.

"Is he so handsome that you have to go so badly?" she jests, her enquiry still half-serious.

"Very!" you giggle. Staring up at the clock on the wall, you gasp, already half an hour late.

"Sorry for keeping you but I'm thankful that you've finally told me."

With a hug and a quick farewell for the night, you were off, taking care not to fall in your adequate stiletto heels.

☆

It was the same scenario. This had become so routine that you were running through the upcoming events of the first few minutes into the club in your head. Everything flowed like clock work, which would be - to a normal person only wanting the norm - perfectly fine but you didn’t crave the norm, you were craving, yearning, and pleading to a non-existent god that he be there tonight. And yet, what should you do if he did show? In his mysterious, slender frame, enveloped in it’s cloud of mysterious musk that you were only barely able to savour briefly in your even more brief encounter. That night seemed to occur eons ago and it was eating you up inside.

please remember that this is, unfortunately, not going to be continued as it is a part of my ‘Fragments’ Series, where I just post works that I have discontinued, maybe still in its drafting/notes-infused stage. I know it might seem like a pointless series but I’m proud of all my works and love to share more than I should.

#min yoongi #bts yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #yoongi mafia au #DRAFT

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loxxxlay · 6 years ago

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NGL, this ask sounds ominous af, but idk what the deal is, so have a free prompt fill that you probably didn’t want lmao. i only spent an hour on it, so ... hope yall are still able to enjoy

cw grandthorki, frostmaster, dubcon, noncon

for mobile users, there is a read more cut.

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"No,” Loki said.

“I’m sorry—what did you just say?” There was a dangerous edge to the Grandmaster’s voice—a sharpness beneath the calm.

A tremor rolled down Loki’s spine, and he couldn’t meet the Grandmaster’s eyes. He was too afraid—head ducked, hands clasped in front of him like a shield, feet angled to back away—but he didn’t change his mind. He didn’t take the out the Grandmaster was offering him.

“No,” he said again. “I won’t do it.”

The barrenness of silence descended upon them. Nothing. Nothing but Thor’s faint snores where he lay unconscious and bound in the steel chair, an obedience disc embedded in the flesh of his throat. Loki didn’t look at him either.

“You know, I gotta say,” the Grandmaster said, “this is rather disappointing.” He stopped and claimed a seat on the edge of the nearby bed.

Loki dared to look at him, and the Grandmaster’s eyes were alight with both a friendly smile and a flicker of annoyance.

At Loki’s attention, he shook his head, a soft couple of tsk’s spilling from his lips. “After all I’ve done for you, all the favors I’ve granted you, and you won’t even give me the benefit of a good show in return?”

“The favors.” Loki scoffed. “You call them favors for me? I’ve all but been made your concubine.”

“My, my concubine?” The Grandmaster laughed. “Lo Lo, my dear, you are the one who begged for my attention. Actually, I’m pretty sure you are the one who first asked to make me, uh, happy, even the first time we did anything remotely sexual. The first day you showed up on Sakaar and intruded on my party without permission? And all the times after that, weren’t you the one who, uh, initiated? At least, most of the time?”

Loki pressed his lips together. It was true. Norns, it was true. “Yes. Because I had no better—because you gave me no other—”

“Am I to understand, sweetpea, that you were lying about what you wanted? All this time?”

And this was it—the final escape, the final point of return. Loki straightened himself to his full height and lifted his chin. This time, he met the Grandmaster’s eyes as he said it. “Yes,” he hissed. “Yes. Every single time. I never wanted to, I never—you forced me. Even if you never used your power or influence, there has always been the threat of it.”

The irritation in the Grandmaster’s amber eyes flared. “My dear, see. You put me in a sort of, well, let’s just come at it. An uncomfortable situation. I’m not really sure what to make of it.” Smile intact, he leaned back and stared thoughtfully, looking Loki over as if he were a piece of defective furniture. “See, you say you were lying then—but what if you are lying now? Which am I to believe?”

“I’m not lying,” Loki snapped. He could feel himself losing control of the conversation, being funneled into a corner, but he couldn’t find his way out. (There was no way out. Not with him.) “You know I’m not. You’ve always known how I felt about it. You’re sick. You’re absolutely perverse, and you can’t make me pretend any—”

Without warning, the Grandmaster was on his feet and stalking forward.

Instinctively, Loki was in front of his sleeping brother in a defensive stance before the Grandmaster could cross half the room. Loki’s heart throbbed with adrenaline, his veins coursed, and the well of his magic readied, useless as it would be. Whatever confidence Loki had recovered drained at the sight of this monster’s wilted smile—the truth of the raw power, the boundless sadism—and Loki could only hope in vain that if he was struck down, then Thor would not follow. That Thor would escape somehow.

But then, the Grandmaster stopped and laughed again. He held his arms up in a shrug. “Aww, dear, don’t look so terrified. I’m not going to hurt you. In fact— it’s clear to me, that we’ve had a, uh, communication problem, hmm? If you couldn’t even—well, trust me to say what you were feeling until now, then, jee, I guess I gotta do something about that.”

Loki didn’t move. His heart ached to hear those words. He wanted to believe, he wanted to so much that his chest felt like it would burst, that his knees nearly buckled, that his mouth almost pled for the Grandmaster’s forgiveness—but it wasn’t true. He forced himself to know it.

“Your brother, on the other hand,” and the Grandmaster waved over Loki’s shoulder, “doesn’t seem to have that problem with you. Just a guess, but from where I’m standing, it looks like you’d do about anything for him.” He raised an eyebrow, and the threat of his power remained palpable, as if squeezing the air. “So why is this where you draw the line?”

Disgust twisted Loki’s stomach. He shoved the images that the Grandmaster had suggested earlier out of his mind. “I’m not attracted to him. He’s my brother.”

“Oh, but sex doesn’t have to be about attraction, dear. Although . . .” His eyes flickered over Loki’s body. “. . . it definitely can be. But haven’t you agreed with me countless times? Sex is about favor. About showing your gratitude. Which reminds me.”

Loki swallowed.

“Isn’t there just one little favor I granted for you?” the Grandmaster asked. “Something to do with, oh, I don’t know, the reason your little Sparkles is here in the first place?”

In that moment, Loki had wished he’d let Thor go to his doom in the arena. He wished he’d never spoken, when the Grandmaster waved the remote and had Thor’s chair rolling him towards the door, towards the prison chambers where the gladiator combatants awaited battle. He hadn’t even meant to speak; the words had just bubbled out of his throat in a moment of panic.

And here he was, facing the consequences. Trembling, Loki shook his head. “I won’t do it,” he whispered in the tone of a plea. Because whatever the Grandmaster did to him, he would not suck Thor’s cock. He would not violate his brother in such a way. He would rather die.

The Grandmaster smiled. The irritation visibly faded. “Okey dokes,” he said.

Confused, Loki blinked. “What?”

“Alright! Sure! I won’t ask you to do it, darling.”

Loki stood where he was, frozen in place. He didn’t—he had heard the words, but he couldn’t comprehend them. Or rather, he could comprehend them, but he didn’t believe them.

And he was right not to.

In the next moment, the Grandmaster was stepping past him—and Loki tried to block him, but something was holding him in place. He struggled, but it wouldn’t budge. And it thrummed against his body like a foreign heartbeat, pressing in on him, squashing his own magic as if it were particularly bothersome fly. Trapped and gasping, Loki watched helplessly, as the Grandmaster placed hands on either side of Thor’s temple.

Thor’s blue eyes opened, sleep-logged. “Loki?” he murmured sleepily. “Where are—”

The Grandmaster’s power sunk into Thor’s head.

NO—

Loki might have shouted. He might have screamed, too. His terror and panic and hate howled over the white noise of his senses because he thought Thor was dying. He thought Thor was dead.

Then Thor blinked, but his blue eyes had turned gold.

“What did you do to him?” Loki shrieked. “What did you do to him?”

“Oh, hun,” the Grandmaster said, even as he pressed the buttons to release Thor’s wrists from their confines. Even as he dropped whatever spell had held Loki still. “You could stand to learn a little gratitude. And well. Who better to teach you than someone that you, uh, that you trust so dearly?”

Thor advanced on him.

Before Loki could think to fight, his backside had hit the bed, and his wrists were locked in Thor’s grip, and his mouth was crushed by his brother’s lips. And Loki was left wishing he’d simply said yes to begin with. Thor would still never look at him the same way again, Thor was still being violated, but now Loki had lost the chance to decide how.

The Grandmaster’s laughter haunted him all throughout the night.

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all-of-the-imagines-for-eve · 6 years ago

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United We Stand (Part 3) ~ Sweetpea

A/n: made a background for Sweetpea that isn’t canon so like. Don’t hate me?

Word Count: 2198

The four Serpents raced to the door, FP skidding forward with his foot at the ready to break the door down. Before he could, it flung open as he came to an abrupt halt, his foot hitting the ground hard.

There stood Alene, ruffled and messy to the shock of the Serpents looking at her. She didn’t see them, only the obstacle of their bodies, as she pushed past them.

Sweetpea got a brief second to absorb her messed up French Braid - random strands out an flying wildly, bulges in her hair like mountains on the side of her head - and her tussled shirt - the collar, which looked awkward right up against her neck, looked as if someone had pulled it back, grabbing the back of her shirt so that the front rode up to choke her - before she was past him and gone.

“ALENE STOP! STOP IT YOU DAMN-“ Just like that, Sweetpea was distracted by the man in front of him, who stopped abruptly as he came face to face with the four decked out, angry Serpents. Somewhere in the back of Sweet’s mind, he registered Toni and Fangs taking off. His ears were ringing as his eyes landed on the older man.

Mr. Sawyer looked back at the enraged teen and as Sweetpea looked at the already bruising knuckles and the flustered facial expression of a man half dunk and half asleep, Sweet’s mind put the pieces together of the puzzle he was hoping wasn’t the one he was workin on. The mystery he was trying to solve, the things he was wondering about Alene. So much made sense in that second but it was all so ugly and horrifying that he wished he could go back. Not know. He wished he could go back to just a few minutes before where he and Alene were talking on the phone about her joining him at the party and his mind was racing with all the opportunities he’d concocted to get her alone and flirt with her until she kissed him.

Yet, that moment was tainted too. Tainted by her low voice, for fear of her monster of a father hearing and coming to investigate. And the blood chilling scream that would come seconds later when he did.

His eyes watering, Sweets stepped forward, hands clenched into fists as his chest moved up and down hard and fast. Marley stepped back, fearful. Sweetpea was not a helpless, loving, forever forgiving, submissive daughter with no idea how to defend herself and no will to hurt the man she’d too long been convincing herself to always forgive. This boy was experienced, pissed, and murderous.

FP caught Sweet’s shoulder. “We’ll deal with HIM later,” the older Serpent spat poisonously. “Alene, Sweetpea. Alene.”

Bringing forth all of his will, he gathered his entire self control and turned away from the man he very much wanted to lay into and turned to jog over to Toni, who was out front, waiting for FP and Sweetpea.

“Fangs ran after her,” Toni rushed. “She went that way.” She pointed and Sweetpea was off in a second, using his rage to fuel him faster.

He thanked his long legs and youth as FP and Toni fell behind and he pulled around the corner. It was a long stretch of street and Fangs was stopped, hands up, trying to approach a choking Alene. Sweetpea raced forward, approaching the scene. Alene was blinking g hard, crying, trying to scream as fear choked her knot silence. She was shaking and tripping over her feet but trying to get away, fighting between facing the new opposers she didn’t see through her mental block and running with her dysfunctional body battling against her with its unableness.

Sweetpea moved closer and she doubled over, hands over her throat. She couldn’t breathe. Without even thinking, Sweetheart put both of his hands on her face. “Alene. Alene. Alene Sawyer, look at me.” He blinked to fight back the anger. Alene is what her dad had called her. That wouldn’t work. “Lee.” She stopped fighting him, still blinking away tears and choking on emotions, but more still, if not still shaking. “Lee, I’m here. It’s me. It’s Sweetpea. Toni’s here. Fangs is here. FP is here. We’re all here for you, Alene. I’m here for you.”

He grew quiet as she started to catch her breath and her eyes began to clear. “Keep... talking...” she grabbed onto his wrists, closing her eyes. “Please.”

She was gasping, struggling, so he stepped closer, touching their forehead. “When I was younger, my mom used to tease me about how much of a gentleman I was.” It was the first thing that came to mind and Toni, Fangs, and FP exchanged wide eyed expressions. The three stepped out of hearing range. Sweetpea never talked about is mom. Once he started though, he couldn’t stop. “She taught me to open doors for women and always let them go first. Where to put my hand when I was guiding a girl or dancing with one. How to talk to a girl I was interested in. How to flirt appropriately. But she said that I took to it so well, so fast, and used it so often so easily because I was a good boy. Because I was a gentlemen to my core. Because... because I was a sweet boy.” His voice broke. Alene moved away from him, both of them opening their eyes and locking gazes.

She paused a second, her thumb running across the exposed skin of his wrist. Her touch sent sparks up his veins and he was super charged with it. “You are,” she whispered. “You’re the sweetest, gentlest man I know. I’ve never known a man so good.”

He wanted to kiss her right then and there. He wanted to pull her close and hold her there and let her know just how good he could be to her. But he was scared. What if he wasn’t as good as he used to be? As good as she believed he was? What if, now that he was inviting her to Serpent events, she saw his dark side and all his supposed goodness went away and it turned her away?

She stepped close and FP, Toni, and Fangs turned their backs, walking back to the bikes to give the pair privacy. Unbeknownst to them, Toni held out her hand and FP rolled his eyes, fishing out a ten dollar bill and handing it over.

“My mom woulda liked you,” Sweets whispered, his thumb moving along her jaw as hers had moved along his wrist. That movement seemed even more private than hers had before and it charged him even more.

Her head tilted. “Would have?”

Sweetpea watched her lips moved as she talked but once he processed her words, he looked away. “She... when I was younger. She died. Got sick.”

The romantic mood dissipated and Alene’s eyes went wide. She moved her hands, wrapping them around his neck and bringing him down to her, hugging him tightly. Despite her being shorter than him, she gave the best hug of any he’d had in a very, very long time and it made him feel like a small child clutching their mother, being protected by someone bigger and older and stronger. His hands dropped to her waist and one oh her hands fell to his back, the other staying around his neck, her fingers tips pushing into his hair slightly. “I’m so sorry, Sweets.”

He smiled at the nickname. But then his smile fell away as he caved into how vulnerable her safety made him feel. He thought about all the pain and fear she bottled up. He thought about how to help her- and then immediately realized how helpless he was. He thought for the millionth time about how amazing it would be if his mom was here. She would scoop Alene into her arms and say just the right thing to make the girl feel eternally better, just like she used to do when Sweetpea came home from school roughed up by some bullies or touchy because of some teacher comments. He caved into her and she held him and he let her take all that pain and worry and whistfulness and emptiness he had felt ever since losing his mom and just let her fill it.

“I’m here, Alene,” he whispered. “Anything you need, Ill have your back. You may not be a Serpent, so I can’t speak for the others. But anything you need.” He clung to her. “You never have to go back there ever again, if you want. I’ll protect you. I’ll never let him hurt you ever again.”

And in that second, all Alene could do was cry. And the embrace turned from her protecting him to him cradling her. Her knees buckled and he shifted instantly, swooping to pick her up bridal style. Her hands moved back to his neck and she buried her face in her arms and his chest. He carried her back to the bikes and she froze upon seeing her house. Toni walked up. “We’re not taking her back in there.”

“No,” FP agreed upon seeing Sweet’s facial expression. “We’ll take her home for now. My place is still crowded and I’m not sure how comfortable she’d be with Toni or Fangs...”

“Can I stay with Sweets?” She looked over and Toni bit back a gasp. The girl really was exhausted and trashed. The redness that had been mistaken as crying before was turning into bruises and crying redness and the realization that she’d just been hit by her father made all of their stomachs turn. Maybe if they had been just a bit faster. Maybe if Sweets hadn’t called. Maybe...

But, if things hadn’t gone as they had, they wouldn’t have been here. They wouldn’t be in the know and they wouldn’t have been able to take her away.

“Of course you can,” Sweets replied finally. “I said I would protect you. I meant it. I’m not letting you leave my side, Lee.”

Through her tiredness, Alene smirked. “Maybe you can finally give me that kiss then hm?” Sweets’ eyes went wide and he blushed. Fangs snorted and FP shot Toni a look. As Sweetpea put Alene on his bike, Toni huffed and returned the ten dollars back to the older Serpent, rolling her eyes.

The four Serpents started their bikes and Sweetpea told Alene where to put her feet and legs so that she wouldn’t hurt herself. He gave her his helmet (after a second of arguing that FP had to shut down) and she wrapped his arms around his chest from behind. And then the five were riding and her house was disappearing from view. “Remember to lean when I tell you to!” Sweetpea yelled over his shoulder. “Just follow my movements!”

She nodded, pressing her cheek against his back so he could feel it.

It was a smooth ride. He was impressed. And a little turned on if he was being honest.

Above everything, Alene was safe and the four Serpents had grown into even more of a family for Alene. The only thing was that Jughead wasn’t there to partake in the special bond they all had now.

That night when everyone left Sweetpea’s trailer and the boy tucked her into his bed, she smiled at him. “Thank you.” He nodded, smiling back, and then went to leave the room. She sat up. “Where are you going?”

He looked back. “Um, the couch.”

Her eyes widened in fear. “You said you wouldn’t leave me alone.” He shifted nervously as she patted the bed next to her. “I don’t want to steal your bed from you, Sweets.”

The big couldn’t help but smile. “Let me change into something more comfortable okay?” Alene nodded. Sweetpea took off his jacket, hanging it over a chair. She noticed how toned his arms were for the first time since he’s worn those stupid school uniforms. Then, she’d been too distracted by her disgust of his being forced to wear something he so obviously wasn’t comfortable in to really take in the view, but now, in his chosen clothing, she couldn’t deny he was a total view.

He opened a drawer, grabbed some pants, and moved to the bathroom. He was gone only a second, coming out with the pajama pants on. And shirtless. Her eyes shamelessly followed him as he smirked, full aware, putting a new shirt he’d presumably gotten from inside the bathroom as he moved to the bed. “Enjoying the view?” He teased as he crawled under the covers next to her.

“What else are striking sunrises and rolling hills for than for viewing?” She shit back. “Views are meant to be admired.”

He lay down, blushing, thankful for the darkness. “You’re confident,” he noticed.

“I’m tired,” she shot back. She curled up next to him, nudging his arm, and he smiled, moving so she could lay against his side, his arm wrapped around her. And so they both fell asleep,pressed together and completely content for the first time in a while.

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mona-stay · 7 years ago

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Locked In - Sweet Pea

Prompt - Sweet Pea and y/n can’t tell each other they feel leading into a row, can Toni fix them by locking them up together Pairing - Sweet Pea x reader Warnings - swearing, Story

(y/n pov) “it’s Fp’s retirement party tonight” I hear Toni say as I sit down at our normal table. “it’s gonna be different with north siders there,” Fangs said. “what about north siders?” I laughed. “Jughead is having a party in the wyrm for Fp” Toni started but was quickly cut off by one of sweet peas vicious comments, about the Bulldogs, think they can come to their hangout.

It was no secret sweet pea was pissed over the order to stay away from northsiders and just his grudge with Archie to bed.

However, you couldn’t help but think the was more to it. Sweetpea wasn’t just snappy he was snappy at you something he’d never done until the last few weeks. His attitude was getting on your nerves but knowing him the way you did, you let his mood go over your head.

*** I walked into the Whyte wyrm, Toni was the first to see me. “Omg y/n you look amazing” she squealed making fangs and sweet pea look at me. “wow you like look a knock out y/n” fangs said looking me up and down.

I giggle and blush thanking them, I felt good in a pair of thigh high boots, a pair of black denim shorts that showed my ass off in the best possible way, a black low cut v neck top and finally my serpent jacket draped over my shoulder. My hair was loose and curly at the tips and my makeup was on point thanks to a little help from Veronica Lodge, Jughead’s girlfriend best friend. I felt great until Toni spoke again.

“What do you think sweet pea y/n looks hot, don’t you think?” She said. I held my breath, not that I’d admit it aloud but the reason I had put so much effort into looking good was for his befit. I’d loved him since forever but he always had that ‘I don’t care attitude about girls and relationships’ thing going on so I never told him, I was just happy being one of his best friends. I also didn’t want to make that friendship weird if he rejected me.

Sweet pea looked me up and down with a snarl on his face “I guess she looks dressing as a slut, the north side dogs will love it” he spat out. Out of nowhere my hand came up and slapped him hard across the face “fuck you, sweets, you're a horrible pick don’t ever speak to me again” I screamed out of anger trying to let my eyes fill up with tears, turning on my heel I walked over to the bar.

(sweet pea pov) I regretted the words the second I said them but I couldn’t help it. She looked incredible for him, for some Northside idiot.

“what the hell was that about pea?” Toni demanded looking at me unimpressed. “well played dude your an idiot” fangs said. I just shrugged my shoulders “what” I say mean slamming my glass down heading for the pool table to take out my frustration.

I didn’t hate y/n, the opposite actually I loved her. She was pretty funny and smart. I couldn’t tell her I love her though she’d been excepted for a good university, one I’d never get in. she leaves me like my mum, dad and any other person I got close too, it was easier for me to just keep being her friend. The same way I was with Toni and Fangs, we’d still always be the core four of the south side. I could live with that or at least I thought I could until I saw her with another guy. Since then I couldn’t control my feeling and jealousy always won.

(3rd person pov)

“really Fogarty what the fuck is up with him lately?” Toni said from behind the bar. Sweet Pea was lucky Toni was working otherwise she would have gone over and punched him. “he’s being a tit he’s jealous because y/n is dating that stupid Northside and he’s jealous” fangs said shrugging like it was obvious. Toni, however, looked in pure shock “y/n did what? no, I don’t believe it!” Toni said.

fangs had a sip of his drink “I wouldn’t of if I hadn’t seen it” he told the pink haired barmaid. “saw what?” she asked. “about two weeks ago we were at the northside going to pick up jones from his Barbie girlfriends, outside of pops we saw y/n, the next thing we see some northside kid start talking to her, he lent in and kissed her. sweet’s saw it and sped off and been in a mood ever since angry she’s with that bulldog” fangs explained.

Toni held her head in her hands, groaning. “what?” fangs asked. “she’s not dating that guy I know about that and trust me what you’ve just said certainly isn’t what happened” she told him. Toni looked over to where y/n was stood, she saw her look over in sweet peas direction with a saddened look on her face. “we need to fix this” Toni said looking between the pair. “fix what?” fangs said now following Toni's gaze between his two fighting friends. “she loves him, he loves her they just can’t see it can't see it so we need to fix it” Toni said with a twisted smirk. Fangs finished the last of his drink “oh no what crazy plan have you got in your head now Topaz?” he said, a small hint of worry in his voice. “oh you’ll see” she said whispering her plan in his ear.

(y/n pov) I saw Toni she waved at me to come over, not feeling in the party mood really only staying to see Fp and say welcome home, I slowly walked over. she asked how I was but I didn’t really answer still feeling hurt and broken by peas words. “y/n!” she said in a whiny voice, making me know she wanted something. “what do you want?” I laughed, “I have no bottles of beer left in the fridge and I can't leave the bar yet can you go down the stock room and get me some please?” she begged, putting her hands together pleading. I rolled my eyes “fine” I said actually I was kind of happy to get out the bar even if its only to the cellar. once down there I started looking at all the different cases of different brands looking for the Toni wanted.

after a little less then ten minutes of looking I couldn’t find any bottles, well not the ones I wanted anyway, I hear footsteps coming down the steps “Toni I can't find these drinks at all you sure there down here” I shout before finally turning around. It wasn’t Toni stood in the room but Sweetpea. “what the fuck do you want?” I say before we hear a slam come from the door.

(sweet pea pov) I was playing pool still feeling bad for what I said to y/n, “hey dude Toni wants you but heads up she’s pissed at you” fangs said. I gave him my cue asking him to play for me while I went to see what she wanted. I had an idea of what it was, to scream at me about y/n not like I didn’t deserve it. “your lucky we have rules against harming our own, what you said to y/n is almost unforgivable.” she said with a terrifying look in her eyes. “I know I didn’t mean it,” I said low looking at the ground I did feel guilty I knew Toni wouldn’t make me feel better it wasn’t in her nature. “like I said almost unforgivable but your lucky she’s a forgiving person,” Toni said raising her eyebrows at me. I sighed knowing she was right I needed to say sorry to y/n but I’m not any good at apologies. I looked round y/n wasn’t in the bar anyway maybe I could think of a really good one tonight and say sorry tomorrow.

Toni’s voice made me look back up “and to get back in my good books you can down to the cellar and help me get some more ice,” she said I know not to argue with her walking to the door to the cellar steps. as she opened the door fangs called her name saying Hogeye was looking for her. I looked at her “you go ill get the ice” I say earning a small thank you smile. waking down the steps I hear y/n’s voice call out for Toni. “sorry princess its just me” I smile at her. the door upstairs slammed shut. y/n ran to it pulling at the handle, “ugh it’s locked” she shouted.

I groaned in realization this was a setup, I wanted to kick myself for not seeing before. Y/n banged on the door calling out for someone to open it “they locked us in y/n/n” I say opening a bottle, if I was going to be locked in I might as well be comfortable I thought to myself. After a few minutes, y/n gave up on banging on the door sitting on the last step. The was a long pause of silence the only notice was y/n huffing and puffing over the locked door. I could tell she was still mad at me she wouldn’t look at me if I was going to make amends with her I needed to do something

I opened another bottle slowly waking over to her “here” I say trying to sounds kind. “fuck off I don’t want nothing from you sweet pea” she said turning her head away from me. I left the drink next to her before walking back to the small sofa that was down here. It hurt seeing her look at me like that and the way she said my name was venomous.

taking a deep breath trying to think about my words carefully, “y/n I’m really sorry about what I said before, your one of my best friends I shouldn’t have taken my mood out on you. I’m sorry, I really am” I told her.

“just because your pissed of doesn’t give you the right to call me a slag,” she said a small tear coming down her cheek. I wanted to do nothing more than hug her. “I’m sorry y/nÂ I’m really sorry I just got so … so… I don’t know angry and well my mouth works faster than my brain at times” I say low feeling full of shame, also feeling like a coward for still not being able to tell her how much I like her.

(y/n pov) Sweet pea tried to apologize to me for what he said and although I knew I would forgive him I didn’t want to right now. I’d never heard him say sorry to anybody, I didn’t think he knew how and seeing him like this was also a first. Sweetpea had two emotions happy or angry, he’d never shown sadness, guilt or sorrow before and the way his voice sounded as he spoke made me feel for him more. I was struggling to keep my anger for the handsome serpent.

“yeah whatever,” I say looking away I know if I keep looking into his big chocolate brown eyes I would cave and forgive him to easy for his words. Outside the door, I could hear the party going the music was roaring yet I got up and tried again banging and shouting on the door for someone to let us out. Just like the rest of my might luck was against me, and no one came.

It was freezing down here and my chose in clothing now didn’t seem to good. My jacket with my phone was still upstairs on the bar, no doubt Toni had it safe for me, but that didn’t help me now as goosebumps lined my skin. I started looking for something a little stronger than beer, finding a nice bottle of brandy. This should warn me up, I think before going to get on of the new glasses from a box I’d seen earlier. I poured a glass for myself, looking over at sweet pea, the expression on his face was almost heartbreaking, it was a similar look to the one he wore when he was told by tall boy his mother had left.

I walked over to the freezer putting the bottle down, I could feel sweet peas eyes one me, when I glance down at the floor I see my shorts and boots remembering his words. A part of me feels insecure and I involuntarily shiver. I heard him move off the couch but before I had a chance to turn and look at him I feel him slide his jacket over my shoulders. Still wanting to be mad I step out of it.

“look y/n I know you hate me but I can clearly see your freezing down here just take the jacket until we get out of here then you can carry on hating me,” he said. I looked at him confused, grabbing his serpent jacket putting it on. The warmth and smell of it made me smile, it smelt just like him cologne and cigarette smoke.

“I don’t hate you sweets, pissed and angry yes but I could never hate you” I tell him, a small smile appears on his face. I pick up the bottle “want one” I say waving the brandy. He nodded but didn’t speak, part of me wanted to know what he was thinking. After a few drinks, sweet pea and I was talking again although I still tried to keep a hint of attitude in my voice. We talked about how sweet thought Toni had locked us in until he apologized or I’d beaten him to a pulp but his comment about my outfit was still bothering me alone with his whole attitude lately. “so are you going to tell me what’s going on with you lately because you wouldn’t just call me a slut for nothing and it’s not the first time you’ve snapped at me lately pea” I ask him. He didn’t answer just shrugged his shoulders, only irritating me more. “come on pea u know you better something wrong and it’s more than just a bunch of Northsiders.” I say this time more dominant.

I see his jaw clench along with his fists, “why is everything always about North siders” he shouts. “because every time someone says them you act like this!” you shout back. Sweetpea didn’t say nothing again, instead he poured another shot. “don’t worry about or me when you get out of this room you can find your Northside boyfriend and worry about him instead” sweet pea said.

“excuse me what! Northside boyfriend since when! Where the hell did you get that stupid idea from” I almost laughed out. Sweetpea, however, didn’t see the funny side, he looked at me with nothing but put angry in his eyes. “don’t fucking lie to me y/n, I saw you with that bulldog” he screamed at me. I slowly started walking backward, not getting very far as my back hit a wall. “really sweet pea I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about” I tell him honestly, how could he think I liked some stupid football player when I was in love with him. Sweet peas hand rose, he punched the wall beside my head making me scream a little “I saw you kiss him outside of pops” he said. Although I was scared I had to laugh a little too “Omg pea you have it so wrong I was at pops to see Veronica, Reggie started talking to” but I was cut off by another one of peas punches to the wall

“Reggie so you’re on first name terms with the scumbag” he spat out. “yes he told me his name and what! Like I was saying REGGIE” I say his name with louder with sassy added “was talking to me outside while I waited for a taxi and out of nowhere he kissed me, I pushed him off and started to walk home just to get away from the creep” I yell back at him, trying to push him away, only failing.

Sweet pea uses his free hand grabbing my hip hard pinning me to the wall “like I’m going to believe that why would you want to go see that rich bitch for” his face came closer as he spoke I could now feel his breath on my face, while his eyes glared intensity into mine. My mind went blank for a second, the way he held me the way he was acting jealous and possessive was turning me on, my body shook as I looked back I to his eyes. Shaking my head I closed my eyes taking a deep breath

“because I wanted her advice on how to look hot, how to get the boy I like to actually notice me, but hey I guess it work seeing as he called me a SLUT” I screamed back at him, I ducked under his arm trying to get away from him from the mixed feeling I was having, when I left sweet pea grabbed my arms pinning back to the wall.

Before I could say anything in protest his lips crashed to mine in a dominant, heated kiss. The kiss ended as fast as it started, sweet pea looked at me, maybe for my reaction. I lifted my arms around his neck pulling him in for another. His hands gripped my waist pulling me closer to him as I tugged and pulled on the hair ant the back of his neck.

Without breaking the kiss he lifted me up so I was sitting on the freezer standing in between my legs. His hands cupped my face. We only stopped when we were breathless, he rested his forehead on mine “I’m sorry I got jealous and called you a slut, i really never meant it” he said slightly panting.

I smiled back at him “I’ll let you off your hot when your jealous” I say before pulling him in for another kiss. The noise of footsteps on the stairs made us stop and look, Toni and Fangs finally came down to free us. “well I told you this would work” Toni said with an all too pleased with herself smirk. Fangs laughed “well it’s about bloody time you told her you loved her,” he said to pea making me look at him.

Sweet pea was slight blushing “is that true?” I ask unsure if I wanna hear the answer, disappointed if it’s just fangs messing with him. Sweetpea looked at me and nodded “yes y/n it’s true I love you, I always have” he says looking down like he was embarrassed to admit his feelings. I grab his cheeks making him look at me “good because I love you too sweet pea” I tell him giving him a small kiss. Sweets hug me “come on lovebirds, you’re missing the party” Toni laughed chasing fangs back up the stairs.

I jump off the freezer to follow them when sweets grabs me “you mean it you love me” he asks, “of course I do” I say grabbing his hand “now let’s get up there before they lock us in again”

#sweet pea x reader #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea fluff #sweet pea #riverdale #riverdale imagines #riverdale x reader #riverdale fluff #toni topaz #fangs fogarty #jughead jones iii #veronica lodge #southside serpents #betty cooper #fp jones #archie andrews #reggie mantle #bulldogs

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beronicahugs · 7 years ago

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Not my Jacket - Part 6 - S.P

Masterlist

Part V <--- Part VI ---> Part VII

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A/n: thank you so much for all the feedback <3 the next part will either be sometime this week, or next weekend, because we’re coming near the end and I need to figure out a happy ending, so bear with me.

Part I, Part II, Part III , Part IV , Part V , Part VI

When you got home, the makeup on your face had been cried off. You dress was crooked. You struggled to get the key in the door with your handshaking.

What had you done?

“Fuck” You store, stubbing your toe on the table.

You didn’t even bother to wash the makeup off your face, or change. You were to broken right now to care.

No sunlight streamed through as you woke up. No happy bubble in your stomach. No sweet pea near you. Sheets cold.

A ring from your phone had woken you up.

“Hey Penny. What the fuck do you have for me this time”

“Hey! Language”

You could hear penny smirking.

“I heard what happened with your boyfriend. It’s a shame. He said some pretty strong words”

“Go to hell! What do you want?”

“Well great news! Your off the hook! No more deeds. I heard the found who set fire to-”

Ring!

Your doorbell went off, “Sorry. I have to go get that”

You hung up, before stumbling down the stairs.

Opening the door, sheriff Keller stood there, unimpre

“you’re under arrest for arson at riverdale high, Turn around and put your hands behind your back”

Being brought to the sheriffs office was not a fun ride. The trees weren’t as bright as they looked the other day. The trees were darker. The waves in sweetwater river were rough. Driving up to the office, the sheriff unlocked your door and got you to step out.

There were a couple of northsiders loitering around the building.

They glared at you while you were dragged into the office.

As you entered the building, you saw jughead, and he furrowed his brow as he saw you.

Releasing the cuffs, the tossed you in cell. Another person was lying down on the bench. His hair was unruly.

“Y/n?”

The man looked at you, and you noticed it was F.P, jugheads dad.

You had met him when you showed up at the Whyte wyrm with sweet pea one night.

“Yeah” You sighed, picking at your nails.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I..had to do some business for penny..” you mumbled.

“Penny?! Fucking hell Y/n. She’s a snake charmer you can’t do that. Don’t do anymore tasks for her you’ll end up dead”

“It’s too late”

You sat down next to the man, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“What did you do for her. I’m sure it can’t be too bad”

“Umm....” Your eyes were watering. “’I became a serpent....then i..set fire to riverdale high...uh....then I stopped a drug deal and...”

“you became a serpent?! You?”

“Yeah I know. But I had to protect Sweet Pea”

“God” F.P rubbed his forehead. “Him? Really? Trust me Y/n he could get beat up by you and he’d still be in love with you”

“What are you talking about?”

“Are you that aloof? He seems like he couldn’t love anyone. Even his mother. But the boy has a sweet spot for you. If you just let him deal with Penny you wouldn’t be in such a hard spot.”

“Look...The only way you’re going to get out of here is from her. She’s the serpents lawyer. When you get out. Don't do anything for her. You can’t afford it you’ve done to much.

You rubbed your eyes and yawned.

“Here kid, take the bench, you need some rest”

You woke up from quiet voices talking.

“Jug you have to get her out of here. and talk to that idiot boy”

“Sweet pea? They aren’t together anymore dad she hooked up with reggie at a party”

F.P looked over at you, and you closed your eyes quickly, pretending to sleep.

“She didn’t to that by choice. It was peabody. The sooner she gets out, the sooner she can get away from that snake charmer”

“How is she going to get out? She can’t just ask for Penn-”

“Just get the giant idiot and I'll figure out the rest”

You woke up groggy the next morning. Your makeup was even more smudged. You dress was covered in dirt and dust.

You groaned, stretching your arms from the confined space.

Looking around, you noticed that F.p wasn’t there. You thought nothing of it. Sheriff Keller was running a clipboard up and down the rungs.

“wakey wakey. You have a visitor”

Sheriff keller hooked cuffs behind your back, before walking you to the visitor area. Three sad boxes with a small pane of glass and telephones were placed about.

You could see F.P talking to someone, before he was whisked away and you were sat across from the same person.

Sweet Pea.

He looked pissed. You picked up the phone, pressing it your ear.

“Look P-”

“Y/n I can’t talk about this right now. You need to get out of this and I'm the only option you have.”

“Pea I didn’t want to do that! It was Penn-”

He scoffed, “Yeah right. You keep blaming all your mistakes on her but honestly I think you just want attention”

A tear fell but you wiped it away. “Why are you helping my then?”

“Because” He. laughed. But it wasn’t the sweet pea laugh you loved it was a more sinister one. “F.p wants me to do this. He’s leader of the serpents. And what happens when he goes to prison? They need a new leader”

Not long after the conversation you had gone back to the cell. What ever plan F.P had, it would be great now.

“Miss Y/n” Sheriff Keller spoke.

“We got new names and evidence. You can go home.”

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luvdsc · 3 years ago

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Hello miss cat! It’s been a minute since I’ve popped in on your blog, and just in time to see you posted a new fic! I’m so very excited to start reading it and come back to gush since I’ll always adore your writing (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

Anyways, life update on my end! Sorry if it’s a little long hdjshfj I started college and have been doing not so good 🤩 I have online classes still, which I think is part of the problem, but I’m also just very unmotivated to do any of my stuff :’) I’ve been really liking my job though (I work at a restaurant and my coworkers are literally the best) and thought maybe I’d take next semester off or just take a class or two and go full time, but I’m not sure yet. I just don’t know what I wanna major in or what I even wanna be in the future still? I’ve always had a “go with the flow and do whatever” type of mindset, plus I’m very indecisive AND not super attached to any specific thing, which doesn’t help me at all. If I did go into a job with animals like I’ve always thought I would, I don’t think many are the right fit for me in terms of how much I’d like to get paid, how long I’d have to go to school, and my actual interest in the job as well,,

In terms of kpop and stuff, I’ve fallen out of the loop so hard omg... I don’t even buy albums anymore and have been trying to sell pcs for school money 😔 I’ve only been buying nct dream albums and debating whether I wanna keep diving into txt or tbz even though I already know I probably won’t stick around for long. I saw you bought one of txt’s albums though? :0 I swear fourth gen groups are extra hard to choose a bias for, so mine literally switches between all of them, but Taehyun is my number one for the most part! (Jisung’s birthday twin 🥺) also, have you gotten your hot sauce/hello future albums yet? If so, wHO DID YOU PULL? I’m still searching for Jisung’s past Kihno, pls,, but I have Jeno’s departure and Renjun’s past Kihnos, so I’m happy for now :’) also Eric and Jeno finally met aHH, the twins 👀

Anyways, I hope you’re doing well miss cat! Please do take care of yourself and your well-being :) drink lots of water and eta lots of good food and take mental health breaks when you need them! Time to go and read your new fic so I can tell you how much I lone it later <3 - 🥫

hi, sweetpea !!!!!! 💓💓 omg it’s been so long, I hope you’re doing well !!! How have you been? What have you been up to these days? 💘 aaaa I hope you enjoyed the fic if you’ve read it :’) I haven’t been writing at all these past few months, so unfortunately, I don’t see any new postings in the near future 🤧

oh noooo, I’m sorry to hear that college isn’t going as well as you hoped ): online classes are such a struggle, I only had my last quarter online, but it was so difficult to pay attention in class…. I hope it’s gotten better for you, lovebug, and that you find the motivation to go to your classes !! You got this 💜💜 I’m happy to hear that you’re enjoying your job and liking your coworkers though !!!! It’s good that you have something positive to balance out with the gross online classes 🤧 picking a major is definitely a hard decision, and I also struggled really bad with it (and I have two major changes and two minor changes on my school transcript to show for that lmao) but whatever you think is best for yourself, then I’d say go for it! If you think it’s better to take a step back to figure out what you wanna do, then I support you. If you decide to continue to take classes and see if any interest you enough to major in it, then I support you also, lovebug 🌸 yeah, there’s a lot of factors that go into picking a major, and if it helps, my final top two factors were money and stability lol I ultimately chose to major in a field that will make me a rather decent amount of money and have a stable trajectory up the chain, like I know I’ll get promoted after so and so years, how my salary will rise, that I can find a job easily, etc. so it’s not the job I dream of, but it gives me what I prioritized

oof yeah, I feel this too 🤧 I just saw that there’s gonna be nct 2021? But other than that, I only paid attention to winwin actor 🤩🤩🤩 omg did you get rid of your nct collection ???? 😦 they do go for quite a lot….. hmm maybe wait a few more months and see if you still like tbz or txt? albums are quite expensive after all 😅 and yes I bought two !!!! I bought fight or escape and blue hour ✨ omg taehyun, I think I got his pob pc ?? YES april told me that he and jisung are bday twins and that’s so cute :’) I LITERALLY GOT THE NOTIF THAT MY ALBUMS FINALLY SHIPPED YESTERDAY 💀💀 but I checked the tracking and it says location unknown so 🥴 I’m honestly so done with this, I don’t even want the albums anymore 😭 omg good luck with finding jisung’s past kihno !!!! It’s super cute 💕💕 and YOU GOT JENO’S DEPARTURE KIHNO was it hard to find??? I hope it wasn’t too expensive, I know his kihnos for that era were sooo pricey 😬 and renjun’s pcs are so pretty ✨✨ is Eric from tbz? the only 4th gen idols I pay attention to are itzy and aespa 🤧 and somi ! 💞💞Although idk if she’s 3rd or 4th gen shjdjdjdkx

I’m doing very well, lovebug, thank you so much for checking in with me and for all your well wishes 🥺💗💗 I hope you’re also taking care of yourself and drinking lots of water and eating yummy food and having a good weekend !!!!! 🌷🌷🌷 I’m always so happy to see you in my inbox, and I hope everything has been going well for you, angel 🌼🌼

#asks #anonymous #🥫 anon

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butwelivehappilyeverafter-blog · 7 years ago

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Romeo and Juliet with Grunge ~ Part 2

This goes from 0 to 100 at the end but that's what you get with a longer chapter! I wrote this while watching Harry Potter, like the true brit I am, and listening to Zella Day (for anyone who gives a shit.) Another update should be done really soon x

Part 1

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Part 2

Betty tried to keep her head down as she walked into Vixen practise late as Cheryl was doing her pep rant, but the HBIC, unsurprisingly, was a stone-cold bitch who seemed to have eyes in the back of her head.

“Betty, nice of you to grace us with your presence”

Fuck

“Meet me in the gym in 5 minutes ladies. If Betty feels like she can hold up practice, then I will too” Then, with a sickly-sweet smile, she was gone.

Betty skulked over to where Veronica was standing by their lockers, her good mood dampened significantly, and began to change.

“She may be a bit harsh, but I can’t help but find that attitude endearing.” Veronica gushed.

Betty made some non-committal noise as she tugged her jumper over her head. She did not want to listen to Veronica’s Cheryl-based fantasies right now. She just wanted to get this over with before she ends up punching a wall. Or Cheryl. Preferably the latter.

“Jesus, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Veronica teased as Betty just looked at her, unamused and went back to digging in her bag for her uniform. “Look B, I’m sorry about what we said at lunch, it was uncalled for, but you’ve got to admit you’re a goody two shoes. Its part of your irresistible charm.”

Betty felt slightly guilty Veronica thought her bad mood was her fault. Truthfully, she’d completely forgotten about lunch. She finally turned to look at Veronica, “Don’t worry V, it’s fine, I’m just stretched a bit thin at the mom-“

“Oh my GOD Betty! What is that?” Veronica whisper shouted, jabbing her finger towards Bettys revealed chest. Bettys eyes darted down at the large mark just above her bra.

A hickey.

Fuck.

She was going to kill Jughead Jones.

Panic set in as one of Betty’s hands shot up to cover the mark while the other dug desperately through her bag, grasping her uniform. “Keep your voice down V!”

“I’ll keep my voice down when you explain why you’ve got a hickey! What aren’t you telling me?”

Betty pulled on her Vixen uniform and desperately thought of an answer to Veronicas question that was better than ‘I’ve been sleeping with a Southside Serpent for 10 months.’

“It’s nothing Veronica. Just a… I don’t know, fling I guess. Wanted to let lose for once, away from the claws of Alice Cooper.” Betty said, lying through her teeth, blessing her lucky stars that thinking off the top of her head is a Cooper trait.

Veronica stood back slightly, watching her put on her uniform for a moment before accepting her answer. “Believe me girl I get it, there’s been many a night where I’ve been thinking about Cheryl and-“

“I’m going to stop you there in your fantasy about a girl who will quite literally claw me if I’m not in that gym in 30 seconds.” Betty said as she internally thanked every god that Veronica believed her cover story.

“Fine but I want details on mystery man at some point. You know you can tell me anything right?”

“Sure, but give me some time Ronnie”

Betty didn’t like lying to her. But she’s noticed recently, as much as she’d like to tell Veronica all the bullshit going on in her life right now, she finds herself telling Jughead instead. He was her go to confidant now and she’s happier than she’s ever been. Maybe it’s the class divide but Jughead understands her in a way Veronica, with her Upper-class clouded vision can’t. They had, be known to her, been drifting apart recently. Less one on one time at Pop’s or sleepovers at the Pembrooke. In fact, they hadn’t done something together without the usual entourage in weeks, and the longer they were apart, the deeper the cracks in their friendship showed.

Betty was broken, and Veronica didn’t see it.

At least, not the way he did, and he still loved her.

As much as she hated to admit it, her friends didn’t understand her anymore. With every step she takes further into darkness, the more faded her ties to the Northside became and the more she felt like herself.

***

Fangs stood behind the bar at the Whyte Wyrm. The afternoon shift was always a slow one so apart from the usual’s it was just him and Sweetpea playing a no holds back game of Go Fish. It wasn’t very macho, but it gets to the point where you know each other plays and poker just becomes boring. It was peaceful in the afternoon, unlike the normal turbulences that go along with their kind of lifestyle. That was until Jughead burst in, pulling his arms through his jacket sleeves and stumbling hurriedly up the stairs.

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Jughead Jones to barge in unannounced. His dad had been living in the upstairs flat of the Wyrm for 18 months, ever since his Mum had run off and left her two kids and their struggling alcoholic father to fend for themselves. FP hadn’t been able to cope after Gladys had gone. It had been too much for him to take, turning to drink more and becoming a burden for his kids to handle. In all honesty, they were all better off apart, everyone knew it. Jellybean was doing better in school, Jughead was visibly happier and FP was, for the most part, sober. But you knew something bad had happened when Jughead comes to see his father without his younger sister.

“Reckon it’s business or dis-pleasure?” Sweetpea asked, evidently concerned.

“Whatever it is, we’ll hear it soon enough” Fangs replied warily. A Jones family reunion was normally a loud one.

***

Jughead pegged it up the stairs, two at a time. He was pissed. Not just your usual angsty gang boy pissed. This was different.

Tuesday’s were good days, he’s had a routine going for the last few weeks with the school merger. All he had to do was go to school, keep up grades, keep any socialising to a minimum, try hard not to stare at his girlfriend, write at the blue and gold while girlfriend is at Vixen practise, ‘write’ with said girlfriend at the Blue and Gold after Vixen practise and finally return home with a blonde under his arm to go live out all his domestic fantasies of baking cookies while listening to shitty indie pop. Tuesday’s were great.

Apart from thus particular Tuesday, when he gets a drunken call from his dad while waiting for Betty and must speed to the Wyrm to make sure he doesn’t drink himself to death. Yep, this Tuesday was turning out to be quite shitty.

Arriving at the door to his dad’s small apartment he knocked loudly before opening the door. His dad sat, passed out in the chair, TV still blaring some sport match, it could be baseball but Jughead wasn’t focused on the details.

He leaned down beside his father and prised the whisky bottle from his grip, collecting any bottles from around the living room and taking them through to the kitchen, pouring them down the sink one by one, chucking the empty bottles in the bin.

He hated that he was still having to do this. All the promises of sobriety his dad had ever made were always bullshit. But why now, what triggered him to be so distraught as to look for answers at the bottom of a bottle.

He found his answer as he went to dispose of the last bottle and noticed a letter, torn into quarters and deposited in the bin. He fished it out and put the pieces together and began to read. It was from his mother. That made a lot of sense.

Fuming he pulled out his phone and called Jellybean.

“Heyyy Jug, are you gonna be home soon or what. I kind of rely on Betty’s cooking on weekdays. Jug? You there?”

“Did you know Mom was getting remarried?”

“Wait what are you on about? Moms doing what?”

“She’s sent Dad a letter saying she ‘regrets to inform him that, as the divorce is finalised, she will be remarrying some guy called Ethan’” He read in a sickly-sweet voice. “But don’t worry, if you’re feeling left out or, I don’t know, neglected by your own mother not bothering to inform you about this, she says we’re welcome to come!”

“That bitch I swear to god… Wait Jug, why are you even over there?” JB asked concerned

“Dad called me off his face earlier, so I came to check and found the letter in the trash. What do I do Jelly?”

She sighed and Jughead could hear sounds like she was standing up, “I hate to be that girl, but there’s nothing we can do apart from wait for him to sober up. So, pick yourself up, come home and enjoy some delicious home cooked food provided by the everlasting radiant beam of sunshine that is Betty Cooper. Betty is coming over tonight right?”

He smiled at the panic in her voice at the question “If I manage to get back to Riverdale high in 15 minutes and pick her up, no one should be around, so it’ll be fine. See you in a bit sis” and with that he hung up.

***

He wasn’t there. He hadn’t been waiting in the Blue and Gold when she finished practise like he normally was. He hadn’t arrived when she decided to start working and he still wasn’t here as she was locking the door and turning out the lights. She was used to this when he was at Southside High. Sometimes it was hard for him to get to the Northside without becoming conspicuous, so she would just meet him at him and JB’s apartment. However, now that he was at Riverdale High, things should be easier.

She was about to lose hope and call Kevin for a ride when two arms snaked around her waist from behind, causing her heart to leap out of her chest before she settled into the familiar comfort.

“Sorry I wasn’t here Bets, something came up that I had to deal with” Jughead mumbled into her hair.

She turned in his arms and looked up to face him, he looked upset. “What happened Jug?”

“I’ll explain on the way, but we should really get out of this corridor before someone spots us.”

“Don’t worry, we’re the only people insane enough to be at school this late” Betty smirked, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the open doors.

***

Jellybean sat on the couch, the record player in the corner playing ‘The Wall’ for the umpteenth time, as she waited for Jughead and Betty to get home. Her stomach rumbled, and she groaned at the prospect of having to get up and make herself something from what measly food they had in the kitchen. That was one of the things she loved about Betty, along with having another girl in the house, she was able to make a meal from virtually nothing. Something the Jones siblings appreciated more than anything.

Just as she was about to admit defeat and chuck some leftover pasta bake in the microwave, she heard the key in the lock and the door swing open.

She stood up and began to walk around the corner towards the noise, turning the record off as she went. “Hey guys, any plans on food, I thought you’d be back earlier than this, so I didn’t bother- Eww guys!” JB’s hands shot up to cover her eyes “Kid sister is present, get your PDA out of my face”

Jughead and Betty jumped apart at the sound, Jughead rolling his eyes as Betty laughed. “It’s not PDA if we’re inside, this isn’t public, this is our home Jelly”

“Still, I want to be able to walk through the living room without finding you working your girlfriend against a wall” JB teased as Jughead blushed and Betty laughed again

“Okay, I’m going to go make something to eat, if you guys want any you need to help” Betty said winking and walking through to the small kitchen.

Jughead gave a lovesick sigh and began to pick up his and Betty’s coats from the floor. “Sorry to interrupt you guys, but I have been waiting for ages” JB smirked, “Did you tell Betty about Mom?”

“Yeah, she was angrier than I was” Jughead laughed “Come on, let’s go help out before she comes out here and drags us in there herself”

“Fine” She said, walking through with him “but any of that lovey dovey shit and I’m out”

“Fine” He chuckled, opening the kitchen door “What do you need help with babe”

“A way to control my anger at your mother.” Betty fumed, vigorously chopping up carrots. “I’ve never even met her, but she seems vile, no offence guys

“None taken Betty, she’s a bitch” Jellybean exhaled.

“We’re better off without her” Jughead stated “as for dad, he’s pretty beat up about the whole thing, so we should keep an eye on him.”

“Agreed, I’ll pop round after school tomorrow” JB said

“I wish I could help you guys out, but, for obvious reasons…”

“Its okay Bets, you do enough for us as it is” Jughead said, grabbing her hand and rubbing over her palm with his thumb.

Betty smiled up at him her heart beating double a second. The moment was broken when JB made a retching sound from behind them “That’s it I’m out. Have fun guys” And left the room.

They continued preparing vegetables for a while after she had gone in comfortable silence. As Jughead wrestled with the cheese grater, Betty spoke from beside him “Hey, um jug. Something happened… at school today that you should know about.”

“What sort of thing?” He asked, furrowing his brow

“Well, do you remember last week when we went up to Greendale for that poetry slam?” She asked, struggling to find a way to approach the subject “And we ended up back here…”

A smile spread over his face as he recalled “Of course I do. Why? Do you want a replay because I’d be all too happy to” He said as his hand ran up her arm.

She chuckled and swotted him off “Not that I don’t want that right now, but I was more referring to the massive hickey you gave me”

“Oh yeah, sorry about that” He looked sheepish but couldn’t help grinning “But what does this have to do with anything that happened at school today?”

“Well surprisingly, when you have a hickey and your best friends sees it, they do ask questions. Especially when that best friend is Veronica Lodge”

Realisation dawned on him and panic began to set in “Wait so you told Veronica about us?”

“No No I managed to lie my way out of it,” She said clasping both of his hands in hers “but it got me thinking, with you being at Riverdale High, its going to get a lot harder hiding this from people, especially our friends”

“What are you saying Bets?” He asked, confused. “You don’t think we should start telling people do you?”

“Why not Jug? I’m sick of hiding what we have like it’s something to be ashamed of!” She shouted “What we have, it’s what most people wish for their entire lives. I love you so much, and I want to show people that.”

“I love you too Bets, and I understand what you’re saying, but that’s exactly why we can’t tell the world we’re together. If we do it will put both of us in danger. Tensions between the North and Southside are worse than ever and if people knew, all they’d think was that I was corrupting you or that you were manipulating me. I’m sorry, but it’s too dangerous.”

“Okay, I get it, but please. I need to get all these feelings off my chest or I might explode. I need someone else to talk to about us that your little sister. Please” Betty grabbed his face in her hands and felt him melt into her touch.

“Who do you want to tell, because, no offence, but you friends are really judgmental. We need to be careful about who we trust with this.”

“I have an idea, but you won’t like it” She said, raising an eyebrow

“No, no way! Anybody but him please Bets”

“But Archie knows you, or at least used to. Me, Kevin, him and you were inseparable before your Dad took you to live on the Southside. As much as Archie would like to forget it, you two were the closest of all. It may have been a long time ago, but I think he’s our best shot at being exceptive.” She pleaded “He’s one of my best friends Jug, and he used to be yours. I want that again.”

“You drive a hard bargain Cooper,” He smirked “But what about dear Archibald’s schoolboy crush on you. Don’t you think he’ll get a bit jealous?”

“Well he has to get over it sooner or later” She winked “He’ll understand Juggie. Please, will you do this for me?”

Jughead could never say no to those puppy dog eyes “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but tomorrow, we’ll tell Archie”

“Thank you for understanding Juggie” she smiled widely up at him after pulling him into a hug.

“But, no guarantee I won’t punch him if he’s a dick about it”

Betty laughed and shoved him away, “Shut up and go peel some potatoes”

***

“Betty, you are a magician I swear” JB moaned as she had another bite of apple pie. “Where did you find pecan nuts?”

“I have my sources” Betty quipped from her position lead in Jughead’s lap on the couch “I’m glad my habit of stress baking is appreciated somewhere”

“Hey, what time do you need to get to Pops?” Jughead asked, playing with her hair

“Shit, I should probably go now if I want to get there anywhere near on time” Betty stood up and kissed Jughead's forehead “I’ll see you tomorrow at mine then?”

“Course, love you” Jughead yawned

“I love you too, Jug. See you soon JB” Betty said, walking to the door

“Bye Betty, bring cherries next time” JB shouted after her

Jughead rolled his eyes and Betty laughed before shutting the door behind herself, beginning to walk to pops.

***

“Betty Cooper! Where have you been, we said to meet at 8:30.” Kevin looked exasperated as he pulled her into a tight hug “I thought you’d been kidnapped or something!”

“Calm down Kev, it’s Riverdale, who would be kidnapping anyone round here”

“Wait, you haven’t heard? It just happened earlier so no reason you should I guess.”

Betty started to panic “What is it Kev, what happened?”

“It’s Reggie, he got jumped by a bunch of Southsider’s earlier. They think it was a serpent”

Betty scoffed at that, “That’s ridiculous. The Serpents don’t just randomly jump people”

“How would you know Bets? I dated a serpent for a regretful 2 months and I still have no idea how they work or how they make their money. How would you know after just a few weeks of them being at Southside?”

“I just-“

“Come on and sit Betty” Kevin interrupted “Everyone’s been worried sick”

“Fine” Betty said through gritted teeth. Taking her usual seat next to Archie “What else have I missed in the past half hour?”

“Well, I wrote a new song. Anyone want to hear it-“

“No!” Betty, Kevin and Veronica all said together

“Fine, it was worth a shot.” Archie said dejectedly as Veronica continued her story about Cheryl being a lovable bitch

“Anyway, so then I came back with a great insult about her knee highs when-“

“Hey, who let in the serpents!” Archie interjected “They’re lucky the Bulldogs aren’t here, or they’d be flat on their asses!”

Betty turned to see Toni, Sweetpea and Fangs walk in followed by Jughead, putting his beanie back on his head after having to take it off to ride his bike. She just started along with the rest of them as Archie fumed next to her. What were they doing here on this side of town?

“They’re fucking lowlifes, why do they have to invade everywhere they’re not wanted!”

“Calm down Arch. If you want to know why they’re here, let’s go ask them” Betty said, standing up and making her way over to where they stood in the doorway.

“Wait! Betty I’ll come with you” Archie said, scrambling out of the booth after her as Veronica and Kevin stared at the scene in front of them, transfixed.

Archie caught up with her and put his hand on her shoulder just as she came to a standstill in front of the baby serpents. Jughead’s eyes widened as she stood there, not knowing what to say. She stared back at him and they had a wordless conversation for a few seconds before Archie cleared his throat and Betty snapped out of it.

“Hey, umm we were just wondering what your doing on this side of town?” She asked, plastering a fake smile on her face and removing Archie’s arm from her shoulders.

“Why do you care, Princess.” Toni stepped forward before an arm shot out to hold her back

“Toni” Jughead said warningly, before having his arm punched away by Toni

“You’re not your dad Jughead. You have no authority over me” She said, nostrils flared “I can talk to whoever I want, especially when they’re the enemy” She turned back to face Betty.

“Hey! We’re not the enemy, you’re the enemy” Archie said, pointing at them

“That’s generally how enemy’s work Archibald, nice to see you again too. Its been too long” Jughead piped up. “Now, can you and your girlfriend get out of our way, we’re just looking for someone, then well be out of your hair.”

“Girlfriend?” Betty snorted without thinking, “In his dreams”

“Ouch Bets” Archie said from beside her as Jughead couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face. “What are you smirking at snake?”

“Hey” Betty said to Archie as the serpents began to come towards them, fists clenched, “Hey!” She shouted a second time until all eyes were on her “Can we not fight here, please. Jughead Jones, right? Can I talk to you outside” She said, eyes fixed on his.

“Why do you want to talk to him Northside?” Sweetpea stepped forward

“Hey! She’s fine, let’s talk outside Cooper” Jughead raised his eyebrows at her and she followed him out to the parking lot, leaving Archie and the Serpents extremely confused.

***

“Are we out of earshot do you reckon?” Jughead asked once they were outside “Betty, baby, look at me?”

“I think so, oh god what a mess!” Betty said, hands moving to touch his jacket, but stopping herself, aware of all the eyes watching them from inside the diner. “Why are you all here?”

“I’m sorry Bets, Tall Boy came over just after you left, saying how Reggie Mantle got jumped and to go out looking for the Ghoulies that did it.”

“So that was the Ghoulies?”

“Yeah, who else would it be?”

“Everyone’s saying that the Serpents were the ones that jumped him, Mayor McCoy too”

“Shit, we should get out of here. You’ll be ok without me if the Ghoulies turn up, right?”

Betty smirked “I think I’ll manage. I’ve got big strong Archie Andrews for a boyfriend, he’ll protect me, right?”

“You do know I only said that to be inconspicuous?” He asked

“I don’t know, maybe your feeling insecure. I’d be happy to fix that” She said with a wink and pulled him around the corner, out of eyeshot to the people in the diner.

***

“They’ve been gone for ages, somebody should check Betty’s okay” Kevin said after 5 minutes of waiting on edge for Betty to return,

“I can’t see them anymore, I’m going to see if she’s okay” Archie said in a panic

“Not so fast Bulldog” Toni said “For all we know that crazy blonde had pepper spayed him or some shit. I’m coming with you”

Archie and Toni barged each other to the door and darted down the steps, their respective friends staring on at them.

***

Jughead smiled against Bettys lips as she pinned him against the wall, pulling the elastic from her hair so he could run her blonde waves through his fingers. His hat was grasped in her hand while the other massaged his scalp. He let out a small moan when she bit his bottom lip and she giggled when he did it back. They were so caught up in each other they completely forgot about their friends waiting for them inside. That was until they heard the shocked gasps from Archie and Toni as they rounded the corner to see their two best friends in an intimate moment.

“What the fuck Betty!” Archie shouted as they leapt away from each other, Jughead’s beanie still in Betty’s hands. “Wait, I don’t understand?”

“Jones?” Toni asked, shocked “Why the fuck are you kissing a Northsider?”

Betty and Jughead just looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

“Well!”

“Arch, it’s not what it looks like, it’s-”

“Oh, so you weren’t just making out with Southside scum then?”

“You better watch yourself Archie” Jughead said, fist clenching before Betty stepped towards him and laced their fingers together.

“What the fuck are you doing Betty. Get away from him!” Archie was really losing it now, face turning bright red.

“You need to calm down Arch, you don’t know him like I do. Juggie isn’t scum”

Toni was still silent; casting disbelieving looks at Jughead. “How about we ask the others what they think about this” Archie said coldly.

Archie began to walk around the corner when Betty grabbed his wrist, tears in her eyes “Please Arch, you know what they’ll think about this! Come with me and I’ll explain everything to you I swear”

“I want answers too Jones.” Toni said angrily “But if we stay here any longer more people are just going to come out looking.”

“Fuck, okay, split up and all meet at the trailer. I promise we’ll explain everything there.” Jughead planned, fingers combing through his hair

“Please, Arch,” Betty said walking back towards Jughead and putting his beanie back on his head “Let us explain”

“Fine, let’s go” Archie said, expression unreadable

“Toni?” Jughead enquired

“Let’s get this over with, come on Jones.” Toni said, walking back around the corner with Jughead in tow.

Archie stood motionless, jaw clenched “Arch? Are you ok” Betty asked

He turned to look at her, brow furrowed “Why him Betty. Out of everyone, you chose him. A Southside Serpent”

“I’m sorry Archie, I really am but-“

“But nothing!” Archie exploded, “This is a war Elizabeth! Whose side are you on?”

Truthfully, she didn’t know anymore.

~ tbc ~

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #bughead secret relationship

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Poly AU 8/?

Minho looks out into the distance, watching the traffic going by. “If I want to change my hair, will you do it for me?”

“Today is yours, baby. As long as it’s mostly legal and minimally dumb, we can do whatever you want to do.”

Minho arches his eyebrows. “So yes?”

(Warnings: rated CEHA for mentions of smoking, eating disorder, self harm, and heavy arguing)

Jinki can hear the yelling before the elevator doors have fully opened. From the pitch, he guesses that it’s Kibum. He’s never seen Minho and Kibum fight in the two years they’ve been together and he’s worried at what waits behind the door. With all the barking that accompanying it, he’s having a hard time understanding what’s being said. When he gets to the door he thinks to leave again, to let them sort it out on their own, but the sound of Minho crying overrides the thought. When he opens the door, they’re standing in the living room. Kibum’s face is red, eyes narrowed and arms in the air, yelling something that Jinki still can’t make out. If anything had been in arms reach, it looks like he might’ve thrown it. In his crate, Mr. Darcy is going wild. He’s barking up a storm and trying his best to escape; whether or not he is, Kibum should be thankful for the barrier. Minho’s standing not far from him. His arms are outstretched like he’d been trying to reach for Kibum, though he’s slowly pulling them to himself as he starts to cower. He’s obviously crying, head down and eyes on the floor, trying to say something that just ends up coming out as a mixture of ‘please’ and ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘Kibum.’ They both turn to Jinki when he shuts the door.

“Oh, just fucking peachy. Now it’s your turn to tell me what a fucking embarrassment to you I am, right?” Kibum yells, turning to face Jinki.

“What’s going on here?” he asks as calmly as he can manage.

“You know, if you two don’t want me around, just fucking say it! If I’m not fucking good enough for your richass families, then just fucking tell me, don’t fucking pretend that I am and then change your fucking minds when it comes down to it!”

“Kibum, what do you mean, no one’s emb-”

“No ones embarrassed? That’s real fucking funny, Jinki. A real fucking laugh. What are you gonna say next, that you’re fucking proud of me?”

Kibum’s nearing screaming and Jinki knows that there’s no pretty way to end this. He walks over and stands between them, doing his best to shield Minho.

“Why don’t you go calm down and then we can discuss this like the adults we all are.” he says firmly.

“Yeah, I’ll go fucking calm down.” Kibum says with a sneer. He storms off into their bedroom. Behind Jinki, Minho’s still a bumbling mess. Jinki wants to turn around and comfort him, but knows that he needs to sort Kibum out first. He goes to walk towards the bedroom, but Kibum comes storming out again, backpack in hand. He storms past them, and Jinki can see Minho’s arm reaching out for him. Jinki holds Minho back from following Kibum as the front door slams shut. Minho struggles against his hold for a minute, but once they hear the elevator door shut, he gives up. Jinki continues to hold him and his struggling turns to sobs. For his part, Mr. Darcy is still going wild but has mostly stopped barking. Jinki thinks to let him out but fears he’s still too riled up. He gently leads Minho to the couch behind them, sitting down before pulling Minho onto his lap. He’s still trying to apologize for something. Jinki reaches over to the side table to grab a tissue so Minho can blow his nose.

“Shhh, baby. It’s okay, you’re okay. Just let it out and we’ll talk when you’re done, okay? You don’t have to apologize to me, baby, we’re okay, it’s going to be okay.” he coos as Minho turns so he can be held better.

They sit there for a long time while Minho cries. The room slowly gets dark as the sun starts to set, Mr. Darcy finally resigning himself to lay down and whine. Jinki’s watch reads 6pm when Minho finally quiets down.

“Will you let me up so I can feed Mr. Darcy and get us some water, baby? I’ll come right back, I promise.”

Minho nods and begrudgingly moves. Jinki goes to the kitchen and pulls two water bottles out of the fridge and the bag of dog food out of the counter with two treats in a continued effort to win at least a little of Mr. Darcy’s affections. He puts one water bottle on the side table, opening the other and handing it to Minho. He fills Mr. Darcy’s food bowl, then offers both treats when he opens the crate door. He seems apprehensive of Jinki at first, but soon takes the treats and heads to his bowl. By the time Jinki gets back to the couch, there are fresh tears on Minho’s cheeks.

“Do you want to stay here or would you rather go lay in bed?” Jinki asks, wiping his cheeks with a new tissue.

Minho doesn’t answer, but when he reaches for Jinki’s hand, it’s understood that he’s not ready to move. Jinki’s phone buzzes in his pocket and he checks it.

Chat: No babies allowed

Sweetpea Ki: just fyi im spending the night at tiffanys Sweetpea Ki: dont fucking try to come bring me home either

Jinki pockets his phone without answering. When he looks back up at Minho, he’s waiting with fear in his eyes.

“Kibum’s going to stay at Tiffany’s tonight, baby.”

Minho’s tears only come faster now.

“It’s going to be okay, baby, I promise. He just needs some time away, that’s all.” Jinki assures him in a bid to delay more crying. “Did something happen today? If you’re not ready to talk about it, it’s okay.”

Minho takes a deep breath. “I was...when Ki came home I was on the phone with Minhyuk. When I was done, he asked about the wedding and what our plan was going to be. I told him that just you and I were going and he just started screaming at me before I got the chance to explain why and he just kept saying that we aren’t proud of him and that he shouldn’t bother with us and he wouldn’t listen to me I really tried to tell him why but he wouldn’t let me say anything he hates me now I messed up and he hates me and he’s not going to come home now.” he explains. As he goes on, he starts talking faster and faster until Jinki can barely understand him. When he seems to be done, Jinki strokes his hair to try and calm him back down.

“That doesn’t sound like Bummie, something must’ve happened before he came home. If you tried to explain it and he wouldn’t listen to you, then you didn’t do anything wrong, baby. You haven’t done anything wrong. You were just trying to respect Minhyuk’s wishes and to watch out for Kibum. Something must’ve happened earlier and he just took it the wrong way. He doesn’t hate you, baby, I promise.”

Minho doesn’t seemed convinced but doesn’t say anything. There’s a noise from below them and Jinki looks over to see Mr. Darcy trying to make his way to the couch. He stands to go get him but is held back by Minho.

“Please don’t go” he whispers.

Seeing Minho so small breaks his heart. It reminds him of when they’d first started dating.

“I’m just going to bring Mr. Darcy over so he can check on you, is that okay?”

Minho hesitates but in the end nods and relinquishes his grasp on Jinki’s hand. Jinki walks over and opens the gate, Mr. Darcy rushing passed him in order to get to Minho. He still hasn’t mastered getting on the couch yet so Jinki gives him a little boost up into Minho’s lap. Jinki sits on the other side of the couch, close enough that he can still hold Minho’s hand but far enough that Mr. Darcy doesn’t feel threatened. Mr. Darcy starts licking at Minho’s face and he holds him close for a while, starting once again to cry. Jinki does his best to massage Minho’s hand. After a while, Mr. Darcy gets down and heads towards the door, scratching at it.

“I’m going to take Mr. Darcy for a little walk, baby. Do you want to come with?”

Minho offers a soft “no” and scoots down so that he’s laying on the couch.

“I’ll be back quick, ok?”

Minho’s silent as Jinki gets Mr. Darcy’s leash. “Can we video call while you’re gone? So I know you’re not leaving?”

Jinki pulls out his phone and calls him. They’ve done this before, when Minho’s had separation anxiety. Though they usually don’t say anything during the calls, it’s enough to keep him calm. With everything set, Jinki heads outside.

When Jinki makes it back inside, Mr. Darcy naturally goes back into his crate. Minho hasn’t moved at all. Jinki feels his stomach growl. It’s almost 8pm and neither of them have eaten in hours.

“Baby, if I heat up soup will you eat some? I know you don’t want to, but just a few bites.”

Minho shakes his head.

“You don’t have to have a bowl, baby. You can just take some from mine. Can you do that?”

Minho shakes his head again.

“If I put broth in a cup, will you try to sip at that?”

“I don’t want to eat, Jinki. I can’t eat I was bad so I can’t eat.” Minho starts mumbling.

Once again, they’re seemingly at square one. This was Jinki’s biggest fear when he came home.

“Is there anything that you want to eat? Even just one bite? I’ll make you anything you want, baby.” Jinki tries to bargain.

Minho shakes his head yet again. “I don’t want to eat.”

“What do you want then, baby?”

“Can I smoke?”

Jinki sighs. “Baby, we promised we’d stop. You’ve gone so long, you were doing so good.”

“Did you smoke at Minhyuk’s house?”

“No.”

“Oh. I still want to.”

“I’ll make you a deal. You can smoke, but you have to try eating first. And I hold on to the pack and lighter. And when you and Sweetpea sort this out, you’re going to quit again.”

“You’re not going to have one?”

“Nope. I’m good. I understand why you want to, so I won’t stop you. Just limit you.”

Minho looks almost disappointed.

“Am I being unfair?”

“No...I just...sometimes I miss the two of us smoking on the balcony after dinner.”

Jinki reaches out and strokes Minho’s cheek.

“We can still sit out there and talk, baby.”

“But Sweetpea will get suspicious.”

“We’ll talk all that through when we sort all this out. Do we have a deal or no, baby?”

Minho looks down at where Mr. Darcy is lying beneath the coffee table before nodding.

“Do you want to smoke now or after you eat?”

“After, I guess.”

Jinki stands, waits for Minho to let go of his hand, then heads to the kitchen to heat up soup. It’s getting late and he hopes that after his cigarette Minho will be ready to go to bed. The soup doesn’t take long to warm up and he makes his way back to the couch.

“You need at least three bites before you can have a cigarette, but you’re only getting one tonight so you don’t have to eat anymore than that if you don’t want to.”

Minho nods and takes the first spoonful that Jinki offers. He’s playing with his phone most of the time that Jinki’s eating, making it to four spoonfuls. Jinki deposits the empty bowl in the sink before heading to their bedroom.

“You stay out here, I don’t want you raiding my secret stash any time you get even the littlest bit upset.” he says.

Minho’s waiting by the sliding door when he comes back out with the promised goods. He hands the cigarette and lighter over and Minho’s out the door. He’s finishing lighting it by the time that Jinki finds his sweatshirt and makes his way out. As much as he hates to admit it, he’s missed the glow of the lighter on Minho’s face, his blissful eyes closed expression, and the way smoke lazily leaves his lips. When they’d first met, it was something of a bonding time for the two of them; Kibum’s hatred of the habit put a kibosh on it pretty quickly though and within 6 months of dating, both of them had made promises to try to quit for him. He can see Minho trying to savor it so he waits until he’s grinding the remnants into the ashtray to try to talk to him.

“How are you feeling, baby?”

“Like a rotten piece of shit, but happy with my cigarette.”

“You haven’t done anything wrong, baby, there’s no need to feel rotten.” Jinki says, reaching for Minho’s now empty hand.

“Honey, I’ve done literally every single thing wrong for the entirety of my life.”

Jinki wants to argue, but isn’t sure if that’s the desired response.

“Are you wanting to take a bath today, baby?”

Minho shakes his head.

“I just want to sleep. Also maybe die, but mostly sleep.”

“We can go to bed, if you want. I’m pretty tired myself.”

Jinki stands, but Minho doesn’t follow.

“Should I text him and apologize?” he asks, looking at his phone.

“No, baby. Just come to bed.”

He holds a hand out, and Minho takes it. Once in their room, they get ready for bed. They strip down to boxers and Jinki gets in bed first, laying open so that Minho can cuddle close if he wants to. He’s not surprised when he does. Though they have the whole bed to themselves, they leave Kibum’s space empty out of habit.

“Why do I ruin everything?” Minho whispers into his neck.

“Hush, baby. You’re thinking too much. Just go to sleep, alright? It’ll be better tomorrow.” Jinki whispers back, stroking his hair. He moves to rub his back and pat his butt to help him relax.

“Jinki?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Minho.”

“Do you really think that Kibum will come home?”

“Yes, my love. Now get some sleep, love.”

When Jinki wakes up, Minho’s unsurprisingly still asleep. He’s still tucked into Jinki’s arms as much as he can be and Jinki’s a little amazed that either of them can still breathe. Slowly but surely, he works his way out of Minho’s grasp. He goes out and feeds Mr. Darcy before coming back in and getting dressed. Minho hasn’t moved a centimeter, so he goes back out to make breakfast. He knows Minho won’t eat more than a few bites so he opts for something to treat himself. He pulls eggs out of the fridge and puts water on the stove to boil. As he hard boils his eggs, Mr. Darcy comes to lay a safe distance away.

“Coming to supervise me, sir?” he asks.

Mr. Darcy just huffs and splays out. Jinki laughs and turns back to his pot. Once the eggs finish, cool, and are peeled, he slices them and sets them aside. Mr. Darcy moves closer, nosing at his leg in hopes of getting food. Jinki’s so excited about it that he hands over a whole egg. He checks on Minho before making the cheese sauce. Once it’s done and poured on the eggs, it all goes into the oven. He can hear Minho finally moving around and goes back in their bedroom.

“Hi baby.” he whispers from the doorway.

Minho hums something unintelligible. Jinki walks over and sits on the edge of the bed.

“I’m going to take Mr. Darcy for a walk. I’ve got egg casserole in the oven. I shouldn’t be out for too long, but if it finishes before I get back, please take it out for me.”

Minho hums what sounds like a yes and Jinki kisses his forehead before heading out.

The timer has two minutes left when Jinki gets back, but it’s done cooking so he pulls the casserole out anyways. Mr. Darcy goes to lay in his spot by the balcony. The door to their bedroom is shut and Jinki thinks that Minho must be washing up for the morning. As soon as he opens the door and hears the shower running, he starts to panic.

“Baby, are you in there?” Jinki asks, knocking on the bathroom door.

There’s a soft ‘yeah’ from inside and Jinki can hear that he’s crying. He tries at the door and is surprised to find it locked. He tries his best to search for words but everything that comes to mind sounds so wrong.

“Baby, will you let me in?”

There’s silence, followed by a ‘no.’

Jinki has half a mind to go get a screwdriver and take the door off completely. But he doesn’t.

“Baby, I’m going to trust you, okay? Whatever you’re doing, it’s okay and I’m not going to be mad, I promise. Whenever you’re done, when you think you can trust me, just come on out and I’ll be out here waiting, okay?”

There’s a fragile ‘ok’ and Jinki moves away from the door. On their bed, Minho’s phone bings. The text is in the chat for just Minho and Kibum; though he knows he’s not supposed to look, given the circumstances he gives himself special permission.

Chat: No 🍯 just 🐝

Baby Minho: ki im sorry please come home

Sweetpea Ki: i dont want to fucking hear it Minho

Baby Minho: ki please

Sweetpea Ki: don’t fucking talk to me Sweetpea Ki: if i want to hear from you ill fucking message you

Baby Minho: please dont do this

Baby Minho: ki please

Baby Minho: please im sorry im so so sorry please dont do this

Sweetpea Ki: dont worry about me coming home tonight just enjoy your fucking time with your beloved boyfriend

Jinki’s fuming now. It’s not often that he gets angry, even less often is it directed at one of his boyfriends. He hears the water turn off and for now, puts his anger on the back burner. The last thing Minho needs is to think that Jinki is angry with him. Jinki stands to go out into the kitchen, to get some of his casserole that’s probably starting to go cold, and at the same time Minho unlocks the door. Jinki’s heart breaks when the door opens. Minho’s eyes are red and swollen, from all the crying he’s been doing. He hasn’t bothered to grab a towel and is just standing there, still dripping wet. There’s a huge patch on his chest where the skin’s been almost completely scrubbed off, though it doesn’t look like he’s touched anywhere else.

“Honey I’m sorry,” he mumbles, starting to cry again. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help it I...I’m sorry...I’m sorry please don’t hate me.”

Jinki steps forward, putting his hands on Minho’s face.

“I don’t hate you, baby. I’m not mad at you either, baby. Look at me, it’s okay, I promise.”

Minho nods but doesn’t seem convinced.

“Let’s get you dried off and cleaned up, baby. Can we do that?”

He nods again and lets Jinki guide him back into the bathroom. Jinki gets a fresh towel out, doing his best to towel him off. Even though he’s furious with Kibum, he wishes he was here. He was always so much better at dealing with this. Once he’s dry, Minho puts on his boxers and basketball shorts. They put another towel down on the edge of the tub and he sits on it.

“Where do we keep your lotions, baby?” Jinki asks, looking under the sink.

“I don’t want them.” Minho says, softly but firmly.

“What do you mean, baby?”

“I don’t want it to heal up.”

Jinki turns back to him. “Why not?”

“I want Ki to come home to take care of me. Want him to realize how much he hurt me and how much he wants me. If I’m sick and hurt he has to come home, right? He’ll have to see it, right? He’ll come home and feel bad and will stay.”

“What if Kibum sees it but decides he still doesn’t want to come home? What are we going to do then?”

It’s clear that Minho hadn’t thought that far and Jinki’s feeling guilty for bringing it up. “I know it wouldn’t be the same just you and me, but we’ve got love too, right? We can’t force Kibum to come home. Being obligated isn’t the same as caring.”

He can still see the gears turning in Minho’s head, fresh tears running down his cheeks.

“I just want to be wanted.” he says quietly after a while.

“I want you, baby,” Jinki says, kneeling in front of him. “Can we put a little lotion on it, baby? Just enough so you don’t get an infection? For me?”

After a while, Minho relents, pointing to where the lotion is in the medicine cabinet. Jinki retrieves it, putting on as much as Minho will allow. When he’s done, he stands and holds a hand out to Minho.

“It’s probably cold now, but will you try to come eat a few bites of breakfast?”

“Can I smoke after?”

Jinki sighs but nods. “Four bites and I’ll give you two cigarettes.”

Minho begrudgingly takes Jinki’s hands and stands, following him into the kitchen. He gags the entire time but in the end manages to take all four bites.

“You did good, baby, I’m proud of you. I’ll join you out there in a minute, I have to make a call first. If you hear me yelling or see me angry, it’s not because of you, okay?”

Minho nods and Jinki hands over the cigarette and lighter; quick as a flash Minho’s out on the balcony with Mr. Darcy. Jinki takes a few pictures, saving them away to a hidden folder where Kibum can’t fuss at him about them. He spends a few minutes looking through his collection. A good portion of the photos are ones like today: Minho, in various settings, cigarette between his fingers and smoke billowing from his lips. A smaller portion are a little less tasteful, saved from their mornings alone for when he’s a little lonely. There’s even a few that Minho had sent on his own, all of it saved with his permission. Locking the folder away again, he shifts to call mode. He presses the icon near Kibum’s info. No answer. He presses again. Call denied. Three attempts later, Kibum blocks his number. He switches over and calls Tiffany. He’s surprised when she answers.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Tiffany? This is Jinki. Is Kibum still there?”

“Uhh well he...he uhh....”

“He’s still there, isn’t he?” Jinki says, switching to his business voice.

“Yes.”

“Be a dear and put him on the phone.”

“Well I uhhh....he uhh...I don’t...”

“Tell him that he either talks to me like this or he talks to me in person when I hunt him down, his choice.”

He hears Tiffany repeat it to Kibum. He feels guilty about scaring her like this and makes a note to send her something nice in apology. There’s a weird noise and then Kibum’s voice comes through the phone, annoyance unmistakable.

“What do you want, Jinki?”

“When are you planning on finishing this little fit?”

“What does it matter to you? Aren’t you and baby happy with me gone? Not having to worry about me embarrassing you?”

“Cut the shit, Kibum. Not once in two years have Minho and I purposely done anything to bring you to that conclusion. That’s why we talk about things, remember? So we know how you feel.”

“You mean we talk about things so you two know what you have to teach me? So that I don’t embarrass you?”

“Frankly I don’t give a shit about how you act. You know damn well I don’t care about etiquette anymore than I have to. When we go to functions around my family, you know why we go over etiquette with you? So you feel fucking comfortable. So you don’t feel lost. If I was honestly worried about you embarrassing me, I wouldn’t fucking take you in the first place.”

“So what Minho’s doing right now, basically?”

“No, actually. It’d be the opposite of what he’s doing. Not that you would know those reasons because you didn’t fucking listen to his reasons, did you?”

“Why do I need to listen to him list reasons of why he doesn’t want me there?”

Jinki sighs.

“He probably doesn’t even miss me, does he Jinki?”

“Actually, I’m terrified for him.”

“What...what do you mean?”

“Every single destructive habit I can think of, that we know of, is ever so slowly coming out of the woodworks. I can barely get him to eat, he weeps almost constantly. I took Mr. Darcy out for a 15 minute walk and came back to his chest completely raw like he was trying to rip his own heart out. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard such cruel, needy words out of him.”

There’s silence on the other side of the line and Jinki knows he’s starting to get to him.

“I didn’t...I thought....Should I come home?”

“No. You’ve already made it clear you’re not coming home tonight. Maybe in the morning, but not today. Don’t come home unless you’re ready to listen and apologize. He looks out for you more than you’d ever know.”

Jinki doesn’t wait for a response before he hangs up. He texts Tiffany an apology message, then locks and sets down his phone. He rubs his face before looking out to the balcony. Minho’s in the process of lighting his second cigarette and Jinki moves to take more pictures. Minho happens to look up and waves for him to come out. He grabs his bowl of unfinished casserole and heads out to join him.

“You know, you can take better pictures of me if you’re actually close by.” Minho teases.

Jinki laughs and takes a few more pictures to please him.

“How was your call?”

“Oh, it was fine. I think it was successful.”

Minho nods, tapping his cigarette on the tray before taking a puff. They sit silently as he finishes it and Jinki finishes his food.

“So what are we going to do today, baby?”

Minho looks out into the distance, watching the traffic going by. “If I want to change my hair, will you do it for me?”

“Today is yours, baby. As long as it’s mostly legal and minimally dumb, we can do whatever you want to do.”

Minho arches his eyebrows. “So yes?”

“Of course. What do you want?”

“Blonde. With an undercut.”

Jinki tries to imagine it. Last year, they’d all dyed their hair different shades of pink. It was a full night affair and it made for cute photos. He's not sure about seeing Minho blonde.

“Your hair’s getting pretty long, baby. You sure you want to cut it?”

“Yup. I keep trying to pull it out, so it’s time to cut it.”

Jinki stands. “Come on and put a shirt on, we’ll go pick up bleach and dye and get takeout that we can eat for lunch and dinner. And another pack of cigarettes, if you’re wanting to keep going. Those were my last two.”

Minho nods and follows him inside. Jinki puts Mr. Darcy in his crate while Minho grabs a shirt. They make their way out into the elevator. There’s an elderly couple that seem displeased with the way Minho reaches out for Jinki’s hand, but Jinki just holds him tighter. He doesn’t have time to be worried with what other tenants think. The beauty shop is a block away and the whole way is spent trying to decide between Thai, Indian, and Chinese food. When they make it to the shop, Jinki guides Minho to the dye shelves before slipping away to look for the bleach kit they used last time as well as new blades for their hair clippers. Minho’s staring between 4 different boxes when he gets back.

“Having trouble deciding, baby?”

“Which color would you say is closest to honey blonde?” Minho asks, showing Jinki each option in turn.

It takes another five minutes for him to choose and be sure, but when they check out and head to the convenience shop on the way back Minho seems excited by his choice; they stop at the Thai restaurant last. With all their goodies in hand, they make their way home. First things first, they go out onto the balcony to cut Minho’s hair.

“So you’re sure you want it cut?”

“Yes. I’ve actually wanted to do this for a while, I just never got around to asking for it. Here, I have a picture of how I want it.”

Jinki puts Minho’s superman smock (painted by Kibum) on and looks at the picture before getting started. He’d learned basic hairstyling at boarding school on a whim. It had served them well so far. If he’s being honest, he’s sad to see Minho’s long hair go. He takes a few pictures of it from different angles to make sure it’s what Minho wants. Once he gets the thumbs up, he brushes all the excess hair off and they head inside. They get set up at the dinner table. Minho opens up his pack of drunken noodles and Jinki hands him a beer to have with it. When he’s done putting the bleach in and sets the timer, Jinki sits across from him and opens his own package of red curry chicken. He’s amazed at how well Minho’s eating.

“Finally hungry, baby?”

“I guess so. I can’t see how good my hair looks if I’m passed out from lack of food.”

Jinki laughs. “Fair point.”

Minho’s halfway through his food when the timer goes off. He pushes it away as Jinki gets up to pull all the foil out of his hair. He leads Minho to the bathroom, leaning him over the tub to wash the bleach out. He puts extra towels out to cover his chest to make sure none of it hits the raw patches. Once it’s all out, they go back to the table so Jinki can put the new dye in. The bleach worked well enough to take him a shade or two lighter than the dye. He concentrates most of the dye on the longer parts of Minho’s hair. Soon enough, they’re back in the bathroom washing off the excess. They pull one of Kibum’s hairdryers out from under the sink to finish it. Though he was apprehensive at first, Jinki’s fairly enamoured with Minho’s new hair. He doesn’t realize he’s staring until Minho starts laughing, which only adds on to the magic of the moment.

“Am I that pretty now?” Minho asks.

“You’re always pretty, baby. My pretty pretty baby. Are you happy with it?”

Minho nods and Jinki pulls his phone out and takes a plethora of pictures. He sends one to Tiffany, asking for her opinion. He knows it’s a petty move, but for now, listening to Minho laugh for the first time in two days, he doesn’t care. He sees a few messages from Kibum pop up, but he doesn’t open them, opting to accept Minho’s grateful kisses instead. He’ll look at them once Minho’s asleep; after all, it is his day.

#pau #pau writing #writing #onminkey #onho #smoking mention #self harm mention #eating disorder mention #argument mention #ill find a better tag for that last one i promise

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