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darthwheezely · 4 years ago

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okay im backkkkk 💌 anything kinda angsty for fred pls (like a break up but theres a bit of making up at the end pls

resentment and reconciliation- f.w. hcs

Warnings: this one kinda hurt to write I’m ngl, I love you Jess but DAMN - cussing probably, mentions of slut shaming, actual smut, a lOT OF ANGST, hateful!fred

THIS WILL BE SO UNGODLY LONG THIS IS BASICALLY A PSUEDO ONE SHOT

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you and Fred were friends...

...simply friends

yep

mhm

only friends

friends that liked to casually dominate each other multiple times a week

sometimes multiple times a day

but regardless of your entirely messy relationship, you were best friends

...weren’t you?

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so goddamn tight me,” Fred hissed as he was pounding inside of you, determined to release some kind of frustration from seeing you with George for the whole day when you both knew you had really just wanted to spend the day with Fred. Right?

“Freddie, you feel so good” you said airily as he hiked up one of your legs onto one of his shoulders.

“Yeah, princess? You like the way I fill you up so good, make you fucking mine?” When you moaned in response he threw your other leg onto the opposite shoulder, determined to show you just how much you were his, and what that meant for him. He had been watching you for months pretend nothing was happening outside this room, and regardless if you knew it or not, it had been killing him the day he agreed to your rendezvous the first time.

“Yes, Freddie, fuck, yes”

“Gonna come for me, sweet girl?”

“God, yes, Fred-“ and with a harsh thrust to your g-spot you clenched around him tightly, your body releasing onto him in a massive wave. He put his free hand that didn’t have your arms pinned above you to your clit, determined to have you as overstimulated as possible.

“Fred, please-“ you whined vehemently at his rough touch.

“I’m coming baby, I’m right here” and with a final pound he had smoothed your walls with him, the throbbing finally subsiding. He rolled his hips slowly to ride out his high, and he then pulled out, falling to your side and pulling you into his arms. He could feel your heart pounding as your breasts heaved against him, desperate for air flow where he had rid you of it all.

“We haven’t held each other like this in a while, Freddie...it’s...it’s really nice.” You whispered against his bare chest, pressing a kiss or two there. He nodded and buried his mouth in your hair, fluttering his eyes.

“I promise I’ll take every opportunity to hold you, okay?”

that was tuesday

let’s skip to Thursday morning

you had only told one other person about your complicated relationship with Fred, and that was Hannah Abbot

you trusted her, you saw her as your BEST friend

but unfortunately, good ol’ hannah didn’t really feel the same

she had it out for you when Roger Davies had confessed he had a crush on you at the Yule Ball, kissed you even, against your consent

see, he was Hannah’s date

and she didn’t like that very much

to top it allllll off?

she had been casually crushing on Fred ever since she had her heart broken by Roger

so now here you all were, seventh year and you assumed as per usual that everything was fine

when clearly, unbeknownst to you

this bitch saw you six feet under

so Hannah did what she knew would hurt you the most

she told Roger :)

“Please he’s absolutely balls deep in love with her, but poor thing doesn’t know she’s using him for a roll in the sack.” Said Hannah, filing her nails in the courtyard. Roger looked at her absolutely dumbfounded.

“No, Y/N, isnt like that. And besides, Fred’s a good mate of mine and...She just wouldn’t do that to him. Feelings or not, she’s not one to use people.” He shook his head starting to get up from the tree he’d been leaning on.

“Well, she used you, didn’t she?” She purred demurely. He turned to look at her, jaw clenched.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He gritted out.

“She’s making him her personal whore, exactly like she did when she rejected you at the Ball...I mean...cmon, Rog. Don’t people deserve to know who she really is?”

everyone had heard the next day how Y/N was fucking Fred Weasley like an Olympic sport

and how he wasn’t the one coming out on top for the first time

at first he didn’t know what he did when he walked into the Great Hall to stares and whispers

George had tried to get him to go back to bed so he could bring him food

but fred demanded answers

and when he found out what it was

...he was crushed

You walked into the cascading staircase, bounding up the stairs. It was Thursday night, you and Fred’s night to be alone while George and Lee would be hanging out. You walked into the room to see Fred, throwing things onto his bed and looking angry and...hurt?

“Fred, what-what is all this?” He didn’t look at you, just continued to pick stuff up off the floor, and got one of your bras. He threw it at you.

“It’s all your shit, Y/N. Might as well help since this is the last time you’ll ever be in my room. Or around me again quite frankly.” He started to look down again and keep working but he heard you whimper and his eyes flashed up to yours. He started to laugh harshly. “Oh my god, stop.” He rolled his eyes and threw his arms out. “You got what you wanted from me didn’t you, Y/N? Quick shag and no feelings and knowing you had an entire fucking human being completely and utterly devoted to you with, what did Ron say? ‘Half the commitment’?” He smiled at you but it was one with rage, with tears pooling at his eyes, pain emitting off his body in hot waves. He didn’t even know he was shouting.

“I mean, Jesus, I’m in love with you and you got to go on and-and fuck whoever you want because guess what at the end of the day you get to tell everyone that Fred fucking Weasley is your own personal whore and would do anything for you and that just got you where you wanted it didn’t it? Didn’t it?” He had stopped yelling, his heart pounding as he took in the sight of you fully in tears now, flinching at him quietly. He felt immediately then like he was going to throw up, something wasn’t right, you usually were so fiery and assertive and here you were looking like a dog that got kicked repeatedly. He swallowed thickly. “Get your stuff and get the fuck out I can’t stand the sight of you.”

Without looking at him you reached onto his bed and grabbed everything you could carry, and swiftly left the room. Everyone in the Gryffindor common room, except George, looking at you with pure unbridled disdain.

George was the only it seemed, that cared about you at this time for the next couple weeks

He didn’t tell Fred, but it had been George that had been sneaking up food to you in your dorm room

It had been George that had sent you little notes in class that said things like

I love you, Y/N. I believe in you, okay?

He even visited your dorm one day when you couldn’t move so much as one leg off your bed, and he caught you then, while you were sobbing about the loss of Fred and yourself and he held you and put you back in bed

and waited until you fell back asleep and moved the hair out of your face

he needed to tell Fred the truth

meanwhile, Fred was floundering

he had fallen back into his coping mechanism of sex and violence, mostly the first one

he had started hooking up with virtually everyone in his year that he’d ever rejected

after all - fred was labeled as a slut so why not act like one

if there was anything Fred was good at, it was being loud

in bed it had never been an issue - in fact, it was a talent now, yeah?

he’d been hearing it around school for weeks now

how easy he was

how much he would do to get in a girl’s pants

how he dipped his wick in anything that moved

anything and everything

he got it from girls

“c’mon freddie can i take a ride just once”

to the guys

“Oi freddie, you let your mates hit it for free too?”

if it were from a guy he’d usually swing a punch

or 12

he’d gotten in his most fights that he ever had in any of his years at hogwarts

but then Georgie came along:

George had waited on Fred’s bed, as his twin was in the shower. Lucky for Fred, George had been able to trace Roger’s little dip in the gossip system all the way back to Hannah Abbott, who everyone knew was bullshit, and had decided to let his brother know exactly what kind of a supreme asshat he was being to their best friend (and the love of Fred’s life, let’s be super honest.)

“Georgie, what the hell are you doing-”

“About to give you the whip cracking of your life, dear brother.” George swung his legs off the bed as Fred continued to dry his hair in the mirror, rolling his eyes.

“Is this about the last girl I had by? We didn’t fuck on your bed if that’s what you’re so worried about.” Fred quipped and George took everything in his power to not bitch slap the hell out of his older twin. George clenched his jaw and rolled it.

“You fucked up, Freddie.” He said quietly. Fred turned slowly to look at him. “Excuse me?”. “You. Fucked. Up.” George said a bit louder. “Y/N got played. By Hannah Abbott and Roger Davies. She’s had a crush on you this whole time, you absolute dumb piece of shit.” And then George did push Fred then backwards onto the bathroom wall, but he was too dumbfounded by the usually sensible twin’s behavior to do anything back.

“That’s-I don’t understand-“

“Oh my god, Fred. Hannah’s been in love with for ages, she lied. To everyone. Roger did too, he’s wanted to get with Y/N since day 1 you know that just as well as I do.” Fred tightened his arm, thinking about Roger with his lips and arms on you that night last year-

“Your point? She still said that shit about me” he said gruffly, but a pool of anxiety swirled in his stomach all the same

“Don’t you get it? Y/N is in love with you. She didn’t say or do anything to hurt you. At all. She hasn’t been eating, she hasn’t been doing homework, she throws up constantly, she’s barely left bed but to go to the library and usually all she does there is sleep anyway, she cries all the time and it’s been me making sure she still is present if not to just see people every damn day! So quit youre moping and fix this shit or I swear to God, Freddie, I’ll knock your block off.” George was heaving, pools of water in his eyes as he swallowed. “She’s my best friend too, you know.”

Fred looked up at George then and had started to cry. All of those things he said, all of the words he spat at her like they could burn her skin and cause some of the pain he believed she had caused him, when in reality you had-you had done nothing wrong.

“Georgie, I’m sorry” he choked.

“I know you are. But I’m not the one to say it to right now...you’ve gotta find her, Freddie. Please.”

you had been in the corner of the quidditch stands

the wind was blowing against your hair

you couldn’t be in your room anymore, it started to smell like you

and you, prior to an hour ago, didn’t smell too appetizing

you reeked of sweat and tears and your own sick

you took a shower so hot you wanted it to burn you alive

maybe sanitize the last of your fear and your hurt away

you had lost weight, you had lost feeling

you all in all had just lost

and you had never wanted to go home so badly, already considering writing home

you hated being reminded that your best friend and crush hated you

wanted you to be hated by everyone else too

but then, you heard footsteps

“Y/N?” Fred whispered to himself as he saw you in the stands. You looked so worn, so lifeless sitting there - he almost didn’t recognize you from the way your hair, usually scrunched up and bouncy had fallen flatly against your face, further slapped around by the wind outside. You had been wearing an oversized sweater and your sweatpants had pooled around your ankles. Simply put, you were miserable.

“Y/N?” He called again once he was standing in front of you. You turned to look at him in what felt like slow motion, but when you locked eyes with him, you immediately felt fearful.

“I-I’m sorry, I’ll leave now” you sputtered

“No, hey, wait, please” he reached out to grab your arm and you froze, letting him take it. He looked at you, with a flash of fear and worry on your face and he wanted to throw up knowing he was the one that made you feel like that.

“Fred, please let go” you hoarsely whispered.

“No, love, I’m not going to let go I have some things to apologize for.”

You started to cry, eyes dropping again to his hand on your arm and breathing feeling suddenly like a very hard task. “You hate me now: you sobbed and you pulled yourself from his grip, turning away from him and gathering your bag. He started to scramble for your hold again tears starting to stream down his face

“No, angel, please, I could never hate you”

“Oh? What about those things you said to me in your room-” you were walking faster over the benched seats, making your way to the other side.

“I know I know I said those things in my room but I can’t believe them because you have to believe me when I tell you I’m in love with you” and he was sobbing at your body turned away from him. You turned to look at him with a skeptical quirk of your face.

“No, no you don’t.” You spat.

“Yes, Y/N, I do please let me explain” he said earnestly taking in your bright eyes and the furrow of your brow.

“People who love each other don’t scream at them and throw things.” You said flatly. You wanted him to be true but you couldn’t make yourself believe him.

“Just give me five minutes of your time and-and if you hate me you never have to see me again. Please.” He closed the gap between you two and motioned for you to sit down. You licked a tear from your lip and nodded siting on a bench besides him.

“Hannah and Roger told everyone-”

“I know what happened. What they did. I want to hear about you. And what you said. And are saying” you looked at him in the eyes with steel burning behind your irises.

He sighed and rubbed his jaw. “I thought that what we had was purely sex in your eyes. And I was too much of a coward to ever ask you, so when I heard someone tell me that my own insecurities could possibly be true,” he inhaled a harsh breath as tears started to fall “I-I was crushed. By the idea that you saw me as what other people saw me as...as a toy? I guess? Or a sexual prop? To use when you wanted. But I hide my feelings a lot as you know, so even if you did feel that way, it would’ve looked like I agreed because I hate you knowing how sad I am,” he started to choke on his tears, the anguish of knowing he hurt you this much was too much for him to ever be able to handle. “I just wanted to hold you and whisper in your ear and tell you how much I love you and the thought of my own fears being true pushed you away. And you never have to forgive me. I-when I yelled at you like that I wanted to see you hurt, I think. I wanted you to see how sad it made me to think about you with other people like you had been with me and” he took a final breath and you pulled his body into you. “Y/N, my love I’m so sorry.” His sobs shook your body, the feeling and angle of the destroyed boy you love shaking you everywhere. You pressed kisses to his head. “Freddie, I love you” you repeated “I love you here and here and here and here and here” and with every kiss you gave him, you were determined to soothe him. “I-I’ sorry too, for not being as forthright with you about how i felt too. It’s always been you, Freddie.” He choked out a watery smile and he leaned in to kiss your face everywhere he could, his tears stinging against the wind and your cheeks.

“If-If you could ever be with me I will always be open to it at any time, you know that don’t you? I-I understand if you can’t.” He held his forehead to yours, his nose brushing yours ever so slightly.

“Freddie, I love you. You were who I missed when I couldn’t get out of bed for fuck’s sake you’re all I want,” and he leaned into you then fully, capturing your wet and chapped lips against his. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he melted into you like this

this

this was fred weasley

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acockius · 6 years ago

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dancing on my own.

hello, lovelies! i was really in my feelings yesterday, and this piece kind of just flowed out of me. i’ve never written for rog but really admire all of the lovely people on this site who do. this is purely self-indulgent, so sorry if it’s awful. it also helps to listen to Dancing on My Own by Calum Scott to get you into the feels.

roger taylor x reader ; 2,052 words ; straight up angst and sadness, swearing, semi-smut

You fought the cold night air as you took your last few steps towards the door of the pub you worked at. A cigarette dangled from your lips and you stole a long drag from it before stomping it out on the concrete. With all of the bullshit life had been throwing at you as of late, you were actually looking forward to work for a change.

Your coworker, Marcy, emerged from the bar, her arms slung over her chest and hands grasping her elbows to remain warm.

“What, are you crazy?” You started, running your hands down her bare arms. “It’s feckin’ freezing out here, babe. Get inside!”

“I tried to catch you on the telly before you left your flat, but I missed you.” Marcy cut you off. “Ed’s giving you the night off.”

“Don’t be daft. He knows I need the money. You know I need the money…” You narrowed your eyes at your coworker and confidante. “Marc-“

“He’s got a new girl…” Marcy broke the news to you in a sympathetic tone.

If your body wasn’t already tingling from the cold temperature, the news of that made you lose all feeling and sense of self. It shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did - because you already knew your ex boyfriend better than most.

“‘Course he does… He’s Roger Taylor, after all.” You reminded with a shrug. “Just ‘cause he settled down with me for a couple’a months doesn’t mean that he’s lost his old ways.”

The break up was as amicable as it could’ve been. You weren’t seeing eye-to-eye, and there was no love between the two of you anymore. You’d suspected he wasn’t being loyal, and he was fed up with your accusations. You decided that you’d rather cut ties with him now and give him the benefit of the doubt than catch him in the act that you’d never be able to forgive him for. He didn’t fight to keep you as his, which was all the confirmation you needed to know that the decision was probably for the best.

You’d met Roger at the pub you worked at. You were a waitress there and he was a drummer for one of the bands who played there quite often. From the first time he’d laid eyes on you, he was determined to make you his. Even if it meant winks while a groupie whispered in his ear or a lustful gaze as you brought him a drink before Smile’s set. He’d spent weeks dazzling you before the two of you finally wound up locked in the women’s bathroom during last call.

“I’m not letting you put yourself through this.” Marcy said with a hand on your shoulder. “I’m giving you my tips from the shift and you’re taking the night off.”

“I’m a big girl.” You were slightly offended that she could think otherwise. “I broke up with him, remember?”

After becoming comfortable with each other, you began to catch him exchanging looks with other girls, much the way he did you when you first met. You’d addressed it, and he blamed it on maintaining the rockstar image. You stopped buying that once you caught his hands skim way too low on a fan’s bum one night. She drunkenly pecked the corner of his mouth and he didn’t stop her - even after he realized you were watching.

“S’all part of the game, love. Doesn’t mean anything.”

“Guess I don’t mean anything either.”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt….” Marcy’s tone was so sympathetic that it irked you.

“I’m not his to hurt. Not anymore.” You kissed her temple and pushed past her, fighting your way into the pub.

It was packed, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary for a Thursday night. Smile was currently performing, and you fought your way behind the bar, removing your leather jacket and scarf. Ed watched you tie an apron around your waist and furrowed his brow.

“Reporting for duty, fearless leader.” You crooned over the crowd, hand over your brow to salute. Ed just grumbled and shook his head. He was a man of few words to begin with.

You’d worked your way out from behind the bar and into the crowd, tending to patrons and collecting dirty glassware. You walked past a booth at the back of the bar and upon realization of who you’d just sauntered passed, your heart sank. It was the usual spot where the girlfriends of the band sat. You just didn’t expect to find someone fill your place so quickly.

She sat sandwiched between Veronica and Mary, with bright eyes as she watched the performance. She was beautiful - stunning, in fact. You’d realized you’d stared too long after Mary had offered a sympathetic smile.

You just quickly looked away and fought to fill your drink orders in a timely manner. You felt a squeeze to your shoulder and a kiss to your hair as Marcy walked past you with a full tray. She’d shagged the band’s lead guitarist but didn’t toy with the idea of doing anything but. Thankfully for her, Brian May was ever the gentleman and never made things awkward for her.

There was a different dynamic between your relationship with Roger and Marcy’s with Brian. You loved Roger, and the four of you knew that. This was just the price you’d have to pay for being so naive. You knew Roger was a playboy, but you fell for him anyway. Marcy and Brian were both two level-headed individuals who didn’t let their past get in the way of existing in the same space. You hoped to be able to reach that point with Roger some day.

You cursed under your breath when Smile’s set ended, the realization that you’d probably have to wrap up the night as the band lingered for the remainder of the evening. The reason why your friend was trying to send you home became more and more apparent as the night unfolded.

The music that replaced the band was lively and the crowd was loving it. It kept most folks there. They kept drinking, and kept tipping, so you kept on working. You’d willingly accept anything to distract yourself from the discomfort your were experiencing.

Your first cringey encounter of the night with a member of Smile was when you’d had to squeeze past Freddie, balancing a full tray of drinks in your hands.

“Looking beautiful as always, love.” He shouted over the music.

The compliment was laced with such pity that it made your stomach churn. Having to distance yourself from the entire band was hard on you because you cared for all of them. You and Freddie were the closest and cutting yourself off from that friendship hurt nearly as much as losing Roger did.

“Thanks, Fred!” You yelled back and kept walking.

You dealt out your tray and returned to the bar with full stacks of glasses to wash. You’d developed quite the talent for finishing this task with ease. However, you hadn’t realized that Brian had appeared in front of you, trying to get your attention with a warm smile.

When you finally caught onto the presence in front of you, you smiled apologetically and slung the bar rag over your shoulder.

“Sorry about that. You know how I get once I get onto a task. What can I do you for?”

“Not to worry,” Brian started. “Hate to bother you, but we’ve done our best to flag Marcy down for a round but she’s swamped at the moment.”

You looked at the spot behind Brian’s shoulder, where the view of their table was visible. The three couples sat in the booth, each preoccupied with something different. But you couldn’t keep your eyes off of your old flame and his one.

His grin lit up the very dark room, his new girl tucked pleasantly against his side. Her mouth peppered kisses against Roger’s jaw and his thumb caressed her cheek. Your own skin felt hot as the feeling of his calloused thumb teased your memory.

You forced a smile and shook your head.

“Never a bother, Bri.” You stated as you began to prep fresh glasses for the table. “The usual?”

Brian nodded, gripping the lip of the bar before speaking up.

“Plus, a lager - for…” Brian started, trying to finish the sentence diplomatically.

“A lager for the lady. And the usual. Coming right up!” You pat Brian’s hand and then shooed him away.

“Thanks. See you in a bit!” Brian lingered, trying to find the words he wanted to follow up with before surrendering and heading back to his table.

You could make the group’s drink order in your sleep by now. Still, you found your hands shaking as you poured their cocktails this time around. A gentle hand came to your wrist and you were met with your coworker’s smile.

“I’ve got it, hon. If you wanna go collect more glasses…” She lovingly caressed your wrist and you waved your hand dismissively.

“Thanks, Crys… But I’ve got this.” You countered in your most convincing tone.

Crystal nodded and begrudgingly left your side as you began to stack the drinks of your tray. You were thankful that your coworkers had banned together to get you through this shitty situation. They’d watched your romance with Roger spark, ignite, and then detonate before their eyes. They were cordial because they had to be, but they were defensive and protective of your feelings otherwise.

The world seemingly slowed as you made your way to Smile’s resident table with their drinks. There were seven occupants at the booth but only five gave you their attention as you approached.

“Hello, lovely!” Mary offered as you dropped her drink on a coaster in front of her. “I love your earrings.”

“Thanks.” You nodded as you continued to pass out the drinks, offering smiles to Deaky and Veronica.

You pretended that you didn’t see one of Roger’s hands hidden under the skirt of his new girlfriend as you placed their drinks of in front of them. Their lips were dancing against each other’s, too busy to thank you for just doing your job.

You almost scoffed when a stack of bills fell upon your tray, waking you from your daze. You placed it back down on the table and narrowed your eyes at Brian.

“No…” You scolded with the point of a finger. “Never.”

Brian sighed and then nodded as he took back the money. “Thank you.”

“Enjoy, folks!” You offered with an awkward wave, before quickly disappearing from their table.

Marcy was on your heels almost immediately, lips near your ear.

“What the actual feckin’ hell?” she asked in a whisper.

“They couldn’t get your attention. So, Brian came to me and ordered for them.” You shrugged, fighting back tears.

“A lager? And you paid for it?” Marcy nearly gagged. “Who orders a -“

“Me! I used to. When I was her.” You replied. “Because I never really drank it anyway. Was too busy getting fingered under the table, honestly.”

“Babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t -“ Marcy stammered.

“I need a cigarette.” You mumbled and pushed your tray into her hands.

You weaved your way through the crowd and snuck out the back entrance, pulling the pack from your waistband and lighting a cigarette immediately. The long initial inhale that you took wasn’t enough to calm your nerves, and you were unfazed by the cold air that danced around your bare arms and legs.

You were startled when the back door jolted open and Roger and his lover shuffled past you. They climbed into the back of the band’s van with a series of giggles and slammed it shut behind them. The loud sound triggered your tears, after working so hard to hold them back all night.

Roger didn’t owe you anything at this point. You were broken up, and everything you had was in the past. However, you hadn’t expected to be completely ignored by him the entire night. It was like you weren’t even there.

Was it always like this for him? When you were with him, did the rest of the world melt away and was the only thing that existed for him you? You’d never know.

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nonpracticinghumanbeing · 3 years ago

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I may have disliked a lot about this season, but I love literally all the scenes between Thursday and Morse. Also, as someone wrote somewhere in addition to one of my gifsets, people may complain about the writing, but noone ever complains about the acting. And this is literally a masterclass in acting. I mean, Allam has two Laurence Olivier Awards, so that's what you can expect.

You're right that's it's so completely different from their relationship in S7. They were so terrible to each other (that is it was mostly Morse who was terrible to Thursday) that they even managed to piss Max off with their bullshit, and that says a lot seeing that he is literally the calmest and softest person around. And yet Fred still went to Venice after Morse and literally saved his life from Ludo, even though they weren't even talking to each other at that point.

And then we have this. Fred's been giving Morse hints that he sees his drinking problem throughout the whole eighth series. He tried to spare him the embarrassment of stating it clearly, but here it reached the point where he has to be brutal and use some tough love. He's so clearly distressed and terrified of losing Morse.

I think two things are worth mentioning here. Firstly, we learn that alcohol was what killed Thursday's father. So he is probably painfully aware of just how bad it can get if Morse continues like this. Secondly, I think he feels at least a bit guilty, as it was him who bought Morse that first beer way back in Overture. So at this point he's willing to do everything that's in his power to save Morse, no matter how painful it is for both of them.

I said it before and I'll say it again: he's more of a father to Morse than his real dad ever was. In his letter to Joan in Zenana Morse wrote that he burned all his bridges, but this particular bridge apparently isn't flammable. As it should be with parents, something that Morse wouldn't sadly know.

#itv endeavour #morseverse #morsetalk #this makes me so very emotional #and it hits close to home for me

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cheryllclayton · 7 years ago

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Sometimes It's Not What It Seems - Chapter 4

So here is Chapter 4, it carries on from Chapter 3.

Thanks to everyone still riding out this story with me, I honestly don’t know where it’s heading so we will find out together :)

For anyone wondering, the song used in this chapter is I’ll Stand by You by the Pretenders. Also Betty & FP’s outfits were based off the attached pictures :)

You can also find this story on AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11358918/chapters/25874562#main

Enjoy!

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Before the end of February, with Betty’s help, FP had received his loan and had started the Business classes at the local college. He was a month late getting into the semester but they said if he put in the extra work that he should have no problem finishing the course by the end of June with everyone else.

Betty of course had no doubts in his ability to do just that. He on the other hand wasn’t so sure, as there hadn’t been a good thing in his life yet that he hadn’t managed to fuck up in some way, but there was no way he was going to admit that to Betty and risk losing all the confidence she had in him. He doubted himself enough for the both of them.

But as March came and went, things continued to go smoothly, hectic but smooth. With the classes being in the evenings from Monday to Thursday, he convinced Fred Andrews to give him a job working construction on his crew during the days while he continued to fix vehicles for cash on the weekends.

And when there wasn’t mechanical work, which wasn’t often, he would still do odd jobs with the Serpents. Now that the gang went legit, he didn’t have to worry about getting arrested or worse.

Plus, with the extra cash flow, he was able to start putting money aside for an eventual down payment on a garage if all went as planned. He knew it wouldn’t happen overnight but he had hope that it would be a reality someday.

As for Fridays, he used the daytime hours to do the extra class work required to ensure he didn’t fall behind because of his late enrollment. And the evenings, he left those clear knowing that they usually belonged to Betty, not that they had ever made an official arrangement or anything but that’s the routine they had fallen into. Even on the odd weekend that she’d stay in New York, she would still call him on Fridays to go through their week, touch base on each other’s classes, bullshit, etc.

Friday’s also became his day to reclaim any sleep he’d lost throughout the week due to his busy schedule and this morning he was doing just that.

It was the long weekend in April and like clockwork there was a knock on his door, but today it came earlier than expected. He was still in bed enjoying his late sleep when he woke to a pounding sound. He glanced at his clock to see that it was 10:00 am.

Grumbling he pulled himself from the bed and threw on a pair of pajama pants and grabbed the nearest white muscle shirt. He walked into the kitchen pulling the shirt over his head at the same moment that Betty burst through the door, arms overloaded with grocery bags, obviously having used her key to unlock the door, though he’s not sure how she managed with the amount of stuff she was carrying.

“What’s all this?” he asked with a yawn.

“Supper of course!” she replied as she dropped all the bags in the middle of the kitchen floor with a flourish.

“You do know its 10:00 am, right?” he said with a raised brow, “also, are we having a lot of company that I’m not aware of?”

“Yes I know it’s 10:00 am, and No we aren’t having company” Betty answered as she blew a stray strand a hair out of her eyes, ��but it’s Easter and you can’t do Easter weekend without the big turkey dinner. You were aware that it’s Easter, right FP?”

“Yes I am aware, Smarty Pants” he chuckled “but what about your parents? Or Archie? Shouldn’t you be spending this weekend with your family?”

Betty scoffed “come on FP, you are just as much family to me as they are, you should know that by now. Plus, you know I don’t particularly enjoy spending any more time with my mother than required” she added “and I’m eating supper at the Andrews’ tomorrow night, so just shut up and enjoy will you” she teased. “Now if you’re done asking questions, do you mind grabbing the last box out of my car, please?”

***

The day went by quickly as FP watched Betty flutter around the kitchen preparing enough food for an army. Of course he helped wherever he could, dicing vegetables or ripping up bread for dressing, he even helped her prepare and stuff the turkey.

When the work was all said and done the end product was amazing, not that he expected any different as he had never met anyone who cooked like Betty Cooper.

The mood was light as they ate, enjoying the food and the company, as they talked and laughed about nothing of real substance.

When they were both stuffed to the brim and in no way could entertain eating another bite, Betty got up grabbing her plate and reached for FP’s when he put his hand over hers.

“Leave that for me to do, you slaved all day making this incredible meal, it’s only fair I do the clean-up” he offered smiling up at her.

Betty put her plate down and returned his smile, “I won’t say no to that, thanks FP”.

She laid a hand on his shoulder giving it a little squeeze before turning to go to the fridge, “I think I’m going to relax in front of the TV with a glass of wine while you clean-up if you don’t mind, do you want one?”

“Um no, no thanks, I’m good” he replied while carrying dishes to the counter.

He cleared his throat and turned towards her as she poured her glass, “I um…I actually have been cutting back on the drinking the last few months. I have only had a couple drinks here and there since, you know…that night.” Betty looked at him, eyes widening a bit but he avoided her gaze, embarrassed by the topic of conversation.

Reading her surprise he continued, “Yeah, well, I figured you had a fair point, and things have been going well for me lately and I really don’t want to screw everything up this time. So long story short, I decided it was time for ‘FP’ to ‘man up’” he joked.

She raised her brows and tilted her head at him, one corner of her mouth pulling up, “did you just refer to yourself in third person?”

He could feel the redness creeping up his neck, “shush you” he scolded playfully.

“Seriously though, will it bother you if I have a drink? I don’t need to, I can refrain” she asked, concern coating her voice.

“No, no, don’t hold back on my account, I’m a big boy” he insisted “I can handle it, promise” he said as he crossed his heart with a finger.

“Alright” she said grabbing her glass and turning her body towards his. She cupped his face with her free hand.

“All kidding aside, I am proud of you FP” she said, her round emerald eyes connecting with his. She lingered for a second giving him a soft smile before patting his cheek and heading into the living room, plopping herself gracefully on the couch with her feet pulled up underneath her.

FP let out the breath he was holding, his cheek burning where her hand was; taking a minute to collect himself before turning on the water in the sink to start dishes.

From where he stood at the sink he could see Betty cuddled up on his couch, blanket over her lap, sipping her wine, contentment visible on her face. As much as he tried not to, he couldn’t stop his eyes from lingering on the bubbly blonde as she laughed along to some sitcom that she was watching.

His thoughts floated back through the day and the domesticity of it all. He thought about the way his skin would tingle after her small innocent touches or the easy way of their conversations and the comfort-ability of their shared silences. He had forgotten how much he missed this in his daily life. Having that companionship and connection with someone that would give each day a fulfilled feeling.

He knew right then that he could not only get used to being ‘boringly’ domestic again but that he wanted it, he wanted it a lot, and he could picture it with her.

It was washing dishes in his kitchen, having this revelation, when it dawned on him, that for the first time, that he might be in over his head.

***

On a warm day at the end of June, FP stood in front of his closet door mirror wearing his only good pair of jeans, trying to decide what shirt to wear with them when his cell rang.

Throwing the shirts on the bed he grabbed his phone from the top of his dresser and saw Betty’s smiling face on the screen. A selfie that she took one night and added to his phones contacts, ‘In case you forget who I am while I’m in New York’ she joked when she handed him his phone back.

Grinning at the memory as he answered the call, “Hey Cooper, what’s up?”

“Hey Jones” she fired back, “I was just calling to congratulate you again and say that I’m sorry I can’t be there to watch you accept your certificate today. You know I’d be there to support you if I didn’t have to write my last final this afternoon.”

“It’s fine Elizabeth, I told you, it’s not a big deal, they call my name, I go on stage, accept a piece of paper, done. Honestly it all feels a little ridiculous for a six month course.” he sighed.

“It’s not ridiculous FP, you earned this, you deserve to be on that stage” she insisted.

“Yeah, yeah” he resigned, “so, do you think they’d care if I showed up in just a t-shirt and my leather jacket?” he asked, only half joking as he looked between the shirts again.

“No pants?” she acted shocked “that’s brazen, they’d definitely notice” she giggled.

“Ha Ha” he deadpanned.

“Anyway pants or no pants, I hope you’re kidding” she mused.

“Yeah, somewhat anyway. I just can’t decide what shirt to wear” he huffed.

“So what pants are you wearing?” she inquired.

FP smirked at the way the question sounded, “You really have an obsession with my pants today” he teased “but to answer your question, jeans, my good blue jeans”

“And the shirt colors?”

“Blue, like a medium blue with dark blue and some kind of floral design or red with white pin stripes” he entertained.

“Blue, definitely” she concluded.

“Alright, I’m trusting you” he warned “anyway, if I’m going to make it there on time I have to let you go.”

“Okay, what time is it over? I’ll call you to see how it went”

“5:30 I think, I’ll be awaiting your call” he oozed dramatically

“Funny guy” she chortled “Bye Jones”

“Later Cooper”

***

It was 6:00 pm when FP flung himself down on the couch and rubbed his palms over his eyes, it had been a long ass day. He didn’t like crowds, especially when he was the focus of one, even if it was for only a minute or two. But he had to admit, even though the whole ceremony made him uncomfortable, Betty was right, he’s glad he went. He couldn’t help the small flicker of pride that filled his chest when they called his name, it made his accomplishment seem more real somehow. Now he just needed to get his money and his plans together and put his hard work to good use.

He was still laying like that ten minutes later when there was a knock on the door. He ran his hands through his hair and groaned rolling off the couch.

He shuffled to the door swinging it open but before he could utter a word a flash of blonde threw herself at him and he was suddenly enveloped in the scent of vanilla and strawberries.

He didn’t even have time to react before she released him and stepped back with her hands still on his shoulders smiling brightly up at him “Surprise!” she squealed as she bounced on her feet.

“Elizabeth” he croaked “what, what are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d surprise you, take you out to celebrate” she said putting a finger to his lips when he went to speak, “and don’t say it’s not necessary or not a big deal because it is a big deal FP! You set out to do something and you did it! I am so happy for you!”

“But it’s Wednesday” he stated dumbfounded when she removed her finger from his lips.

“Yesssss., AND??” she questioned “we’re both done classes and I took tomorrow off of work, we have no excuses” she grinned looking up at him through her lashes with big begging eyes.

“Fine” he fake whined “you win, we will go out and we will paint the town red” he waved her in with an extra flourish.

“There, that’s the spirit!” Betty clapped her hands together, then reached behind her to grab her bag.

“I have to get ready still as I came straight from school, but while I do that, why don’t you think about where we could possibly go on a Wednesday night in Riverdale” she suggested as she headed towards the hall with her bag, “Oh and I told you you could trust me” she hinted slyly, “the shirt looks great” she said with a wink as she disappeared around the corner leaving FP blushing like an idiot and still holding the front door.

***

FP relaxed back down on the couch again, eyes closed, arms behind his head, as he waited for the whirl wind that burst through his door not long ago. He’s not sure how long he’d been laying there before he heard her making her way back down the hallway.

“All ready to go” she said while grabbing her purse from the table.

FP sat up at her voice, swinging his legs onto the floor and pushed himself up off the couch but when he stood he froze.

Elizabeth Cooper was a vision illuminating his kitchen.

It’s not like he’d never noticed her figure before, hell, a man would have to be dead or blind not to notice, but the dress she had on emphasized it to the extreme.

The dress was white with thin straps that left her shoulders bare and the low cut across the chest displayed a modest amount of cleavage. The rest of the dress hugged her body and her curves in all the right places then fell to her knee on one side with the bottom slanting upwards to mid thigh on the other, showcasing her miles of long tan legs which ended in a pair of strappy white heels.

The outfit, in combination with the reflection of the lights off her hair, which she left down in long blonde waves, made her look ethereal. God, she was stunning.

“What?” she asked innocently, snapping him out of his daze.

FP swallowed trying to wet his throat, “Um, nothing, it’s just….” he stood rubbing the back of his neck nervously, he sighed, obviously flustered, “you look beautiful Elizabeth”.

“What, this old thing?” she giggled and twirled trying to break any tension, “thanks, and you’re not looking too shabby yourself,” she mused tapping a finger on her chin pretending to check him over, “who would of thought you’d clean up so well? Now where are we going?”

“Well the only place besides Pop’s that is open late on a Wednesday is the Whyte Worm and I just so happen to know that Wednesday’s are karaoke night. Not the fanciest place or the classiest bunch but it definitely has improved over the last year, and not that I would ever take part in it but drunken fools pretty much guarantee entertainment when karaoke is involved” he joked.

“How did I not know this! That sounds perfect!” she hopped excitedly to the door, “I LOVE karaoke!”

How am I not surprised he thought to himself with a grin.

***

The bar was busy for a Wednesday night, most likely because of the draw that karaoke seemed to have on people.

But even with the bar as busy as it was and the dim lighting, Betty still seemed to stick out like a sore thumb in the crowd as it was pretty hard to miss a glowing creature in white moving through a sea of darkness.

They had barely made it to a table before the empty seats around them were filled with Serpents, all appreciating or more like openly gawking at the sinfully innocent beauty that was Betty Cooper..

“Do you want a drink?” FP yelled over the music.

“Sure, as long as you don’t mind” she answered, checking to make sure it didn’t make him uncomfortable, he shook his head, “Okay, I’ll get a whiskey and diet please”.

“Hey, I’ll take another beer” Ferrett piped up.

Followed by a chorus of ‘Me Too’s’ ringing out from the rest of the table.

FP glared at the group then rolled his eyes and headed to the bar.

He returned a few minutes later with a tray of drinks and sat back in his chair beside Betty, sipping the Coke he got for himself. He took in the playful banter and teasing that had started, which was largely centered around Betty and of course Ferrett’s hormones and manly charms or lack there of.

It wasn’t long before the DJ came over the speakers announcing the start of Karaoke Night and the evening carried forward in a fury of booze, bad cover tunes and dancing.

Betty was currently dancing to some up beat pop song that was playing between karaoke takes, surrounded by a group of guys who were more than appreciative of the way she looked and moved.

When the song ended she bounced her way back to the table. Grabbing her drink to down the rest of the contents, FP’s gaze fell on a droplet of sweat that trickled its way down her neck and disappear into her cleavage as she tilted her head back. He ripped his eyes away as she lightly slammed the glass back down on the table, hoping no one noticed him staring.

“Are you having a good time?” she asked, fanning herself with one hand.

“Yeah, this is great” he nodded “It was a good idea to get out and let out off some steam, you seem to be enjoying yourself. I’m glad”

“I am, but you don’t seem to be letting off much ‘steam’” she quoted as a new song came over the speakers. “You’re supposed to be celebrating, come on, I love this song” she exclaimed grabbing his hand “dance with me FP” she raised her brow coyly while giving his hand a little pull.

“Sorry Cooper, as much as I appreciate the offer, I don’t dance'” he said giving her a lopsided grin and squeezing her hand before letting it go and leaning back “don’t worry about me, I’m having a good time, I swear” he insisted when she gave him a look that said she wasn’t sure if she believed him or not.

Ferrett took that moment to get up and put his hand on her lower back “Come on darlin’, how about you and me go cut up the dance floor?” he asked.

Betty looked at FP, biting her lip trying to decide if she should abandon him here or not but he nodded at her and motioned towards the moving crowd, so she turned giving a ’Sure’ to Ferrett and let him lead her on to the floor.

Everyone came back to the table when they announced Round 2 of Karaoke Night. FP groaned and rolled his eyes.

Betty laughed beside him, “What? They aren’t all that bad” she stated.

“Karaoke is always bad” he scoffed.

“Oh that’s where you’re wrong Forsythe Jones, be prepared to eat your words” she replied sassily getting up from the table and sending a smirk his way as she walked towards the stage.

No, he thought incredulously, no way, he shook his head.

Sure, she had sung softly along with the radio in his kitchen or outside while they worked on cars but to get on stage in front of all these people, even with the liquid courage flowing through her veins, she wouldn’t dare, would she?

But he watched in surprise as she whispered to the DJ and then made her way to the stage.

She walked up to the mic stand and smiled, “Good evening, I’m Betty Cooper” she introduced herself, receiving hoots and hollers from their table “and this goes out to someone I’m pretty proud of, someone who accomplished something today that I think is pretty amazing, this is for you” she looked at FP and gave him a wink.

He coughed in disbelief and felt Snake nudge him with his elbow from where he was currently standing at his side. He was glad it was dark and no one would notice the deep blush that worked its way up his cheeks.

“I hope you enjoy” she said and then the music began and she started to sing.

Oh, why you look so sad?

Tears are in your eyes.

Come on and come to me now…

Don’t be ashamed to cry.

Let me see you through,

‘cause I’ve seen the dark side too…

FP was mesmerized the moment she started singing. He knew that she had a nice voice but he had no idea she could sing like this. It was soft and soothing and flowed from her lips like warm honey. He was entranced along with the rest of the room which had fallen silent except for her voice. This goddess in white, glowing in the lights of the stage had everyone captivated.

When the night falls on you,

you don’t know what to do.

Nothing you confess, could make me love you less.

I’ll stand by you…

I’ll stand by you.

Won’t let nobody hurt you.

I’ll stand by you…

FP’s throat went dry and he swallowed loudly. His heart was beating quickly and he felt something tugging at his gut as he watched her, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He jumped as Snake put a hand on his shoulder startling him, he glanced at him quickly before focusing back on Betty.

“I’ve seen that look before” Snake whispered “you’re falling for her.”

“Don’t be ridiculous” FP spat quietly.

“Don’t try and deny it man, I know you and it’s written all over your face” he pointed out.

“Shit” he rubbed a hand over his face, “don’t make a big deal out of it, it’s just a minor infatuation that’s all, it’ll pass. Plus, I’m twice her age, I’m not what she’s looking for or what she needs.”

And hey, what you got to hide?

I get angry too, well I’m a lot like you…

When you’re standing at the crossroads and don’t know which path to choose.

Let me come along 'cause even if you’re wrong,

I’ll stand by you…

“If you say so, but you know as well as I do that Betty is different, she’s smart and mature and fierce and sexy as hell” he chuckled “and if she ever felt the same way about you, you know the age difference wouldn’t matter to her, she is extremely driven in whatever she wants. I’m not saying to stand up and confess your love or anything, I’m just saying to let yourself be open to it if it comes along. Life hasn’t always been kind to you and whether you believe it or not, you deserve to be happy. So just don’t push it away if it’s there” he finished with a manly slap to FP’s shoulder to lighten the mood of the honest conversation.

FP let his words sink in as Betty finished her song.

Take me in, into your darkest hour and I’ll never desert you,

I’ll stand by you.

After the last note played the crowd erupted into cheers, standing and clapping. Betty’s smile was huge and lit up her face as she bowed shyly before getting off the stage to make her way back to their table, being stopped here and there by people giving her their praise.

She was enveloped by a swarm of Serpent’s when she reached them, Ferrett picked her up and swung her around before setting her back down. “That was amazing Betty!” he cooed.

She giggled at his actions “Thank you”.

She looked at FP and raised her brow waiting for his response.

“Okay, I’ll give it to you Cooper, that didn’t totally suck” he said as his lips quirked.

Her mouth dropped open in mock offence before picking up a napkin and throwing it at him. “Thanks Jones, knowing you I’ll take that as a compliment” she laughed.

Many jokes and drinks later, Betty was now swaying with Weasel to a slow song when FP tapped him on the shoulder.

Weasel looked up and FP motioned at him with his thumb to take a hike, the younger Serpent scowled but reluctantly obeyed.

FP stepped in front of Betty putting one hand on her waist and taking her other hand in his as she placed her hand on his shoulder.

“Why, FP Jones, do my eyes deceive me? I thought you said you don’t dance” she teased as he lead her around the floor.

“Well now Elizabeth Cooper, when I said I didn’t dance, it didn’t mean that I couldn’t, every once in a while I make an exception” he smiled down at her.

“Hmmm” she said as she laid her head on his shoulder “you’re good at it, you should do it more often.”

His hand slid from her waist to her lower back, pulling her closer “I wanted to thank you for the song, it was really beautiful” he whispered against her ear.

She pulled back, her green eyes meeting his deep brown ones. “You don’t have to thank me FP, we’re here to celebrate you and I was having fun, also, it’s true, I’ll be here for you, whenever you need me.”

She tilted her head trying to study his eyes, “I sometimes get the feeling that you think you’re burdening me, and I need you to know that that’s not true, you are special to me FP, you’ve become one of my best friends. And I hope that the feeling is mutual and you’re not just entertaining me because you feel bad for me or because you’re too nice to tell me to leave you alone” she admitted looking away and putting her cheek back to his chest.

“Lizzie” he sighed “I would never pretend with you and you are definitely not a burden to me either, truthfully, you’re the complete opposite, you’ve been my rock and my greatest cheerleader. I could never of accomplished what I did this year without you. So don’t ever worry that you are unwanted, I never want you to feel that way, not by me” his heart clenched because he knew why this feeling of being unwanted was rooted in her and who put it there. “I just don’t want you to miss out on anything because you’re busy keeping an old snake company” he breathed.

She gaffed into his chest at that, “you are not old FP” she stated “age is just a number and you are only as old as you feel” she quoted.

“Well some days that would make me like…90 I think” he joked.

She laughed and slapped his chest with her free hand.

He continued to lead her around the floor slowly, even giving her a little twirl once in a while. He really was an excellent dancer.

Betty could smell his aftershave and just the hint of motor oil that always clung to him as he held her close. God, why’d he smell so good all of the sudden she thought.

“Soooo….” she said against his chest, “Lizzie, huh?”

FP reddened “Yeah, it just kind of came out. I won’t use it again if you don’t want me to.”

She looked up in thought, her bottom lip between her teeth.

“No, I like it…it’s different, like us, it works” she said with finalization as she let go of his hand and put both arms around his neck.

“Yeah?” he questioned quietly linking his hands behind her lower back.

“Yeah” she whispered, her voice breathy.

They were just swaying now, only inches apart, FP watching her lips with want, aching to know what she tasted like. He knew she was still dating Archie but that didn’t keep him from wondering what she’d do if he just kissed her. She was gazing up at him under her lashes and he could of sworn he saw her glance at his mouth before she licked her lips. They were so close he could feel her breath on his face, really all he had to do is lower his head slightly and he could capture those luscious lips with his own he thought to himself.

When their spell was broken by a sudden jolting slap to his back.

“Hey man” Ferrett said “enough hogging the lady, its my turn” he said openly eyeing Betty, oblivious to the moment he just interrupted and definitely a few more drinks into it since they saw him last.

FP glared at Ferrett before looking at Betty who blushing profusely, she just shrugged, basically saying it was his choice.

The slow songs had ended and it wasn’t like he was going to dance to what was playing now. So he resigned, stepping away from Betty as Ferrett reached for her hand. FP grabbed the young man’s elbow lightly before he could walk away, “Make sure to be a gentleman, you hear?” he warned.

Ferrett answered with a wink and a salute before leading her further into the center of the dance floor where bodies where rolling together to an upbeat song.

FP spent the rest of the night sitting at the bar bullshitting with Snake while keeping an eye on Betty who was getting more and more intoxicated thanks to the multiple shots and drinks the Serpent’s kept buying her.

She was currently dancing seductively to some sultry song with her arms above her head, hands in her hair, as Ferrett held on to her swaying hips from behind, grinding with her. Whispering in her ear from behind. FP’s jaw clenched, gentleman my ass he thought, there was nothing gentlemanly about the thoughts that he could easily see running through Ferrett’s mind.

“Green eyed monster got you there pal?” Snake chirped as he watched his friend with amusement.

“Shut up Snake” he snapped causing the other Serpent to chuckle.

When the song ended she made her way over to the bar, stumbling on her heels a bit, with Ferrett still holding tightly to her hip bones and whispering in her ear.

“Staahhpp” she squealed out at something Ferrett did or said when they reached him. “You know I have a boyfriend” she informed him but yet made no move to pull away from the young playboy “for now at least” she said with a dismissing wave.

This comment startled FP but he didn’t dwell on it, instead focusing his attention on removing Betty from Ferrett’s grip as he could see that her inhibitions must have lowered with every shot she had taken and he didn’t want her doing something she’d regret later.

He grabbed her hand and she stumbled forward into him as he pulled her towards him gently.

“Well I think it’s time we left Elizabeth” he suggested “it’s getting late and you are more than a little tipsy.”

“I am not” she pouted sticking our her lip before dissolving into a fit of giggles.

“Yeah man, she’s fine, I’ll make sure she gets home alright” Ferrett promised looking at FP while wiggling his brows as he took a step towards her again. FP snarled and pulled her closer to him, the young Serpent was pushing his luck. Betty stood swaying on unsteady legs, oblivious to the exchange happening around her.

“I don’t think so” FP growled protectively “plus bars closing, right Snake?” he looked at his friend for backup.

“Oh, Um yep, closing soon, last call buddy” Snake replied taking the hint that FP was throwing him.

“Oh boo” Betty muttered slumping onto a stool, Ferrett’s own disappointment clear on his face.

“Come on” FP said softly putting an arm around her waist helping her to stand again “Goodnight boys” she tossed over her shoulder with a wave as FP maneuvered her towards the exit.

The cool night air was a welcome contrast to the hot stuffy bar and he breathed it in deeply as they made their way to his truck.

He opened the passenger door and helped Betty into the cab before jumping into the drivers seat.

Shaking his head in amusement as he realized that this was probably the first time he had ever been the DD and not the drunk in passenger seat.

He was pulling out of the parking lot when Betty spoke through a yawn “You were right, it’s time to go home, I’m exhausted” she mumbled laying her head against the cold window, eyes closed as she drifted softly to sleep.

It only took about 10 minutes to get back to the trailer.

FP parked and went to the passenger side, catching Betty as he opened the door. Putting his arms under the sleepy blonde, he carried her to the door.

She woke slightly as he struggled with the door, “You’re so sweet FP, I love you” she murmured into his shoulder.

His chest tightened at her words, “You’re drunk Lizzie” he stated as they finally made their way through the door.

She let out a huff “you may be right Jonesy” she said then giggled.

He grunted, amused at her poor attempt to be quick witted.

He carried her down the hallway and into the spare room, throwing back the sheets before laying her down. He sat on the edge of the bed and removed her shoes for her before pulling the sheet up.

“Is there anything you need before you go to sleep?” he asked brushing her hair away from her face.

“Maybe water….yeah water” she answered softly.

FP went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottled of water out of the fridge and as a second thought went to the bathroom to get some Aspirin. He’s pretty sure her head was going to need it in the morning.

He made his way back to the spare room and stopped dead in the doorway. While he was gone, Betty had stripped herself of her dress and was now passed out, tucked in on her side, facing away from him, sheets pooled around her thighs and the only article of clothing she had on was a pair of white lace panties that with their high thong cut, left little to the imagination.

He could feel his pants involuntarily tighten, she was trying to kill him, that must be it he thought incredulously.

He bit back a moan as he moved forward quietly to put the water and pills on the stand beside her forcing himself not to stare too long at her firm round bottom before leaning over to cover her back up with the sheet thanking God that she was facing the other way covering her chest. He could barely contain himself over the sight of her ass, so he’s pretty positive he’d need many many cold showers if he had been privy to the all the glory that was Elizabeth Cooper.

It had been a long time since he had laid eyes on a naked woman and the specimen in front of him was every mans wet dream. Christ, any lesser of a man would of climbed right into bed behind her, but he respected her, like all women, and he would never think of entering a woman’s bed uninvited regardless how long he’d known her.

He picked up her dress from the floor and laid it over the end of the bed before leaving the room, closing the door quietly on his way out as he’s pretty sure she’ll be grateful for her privacy when she wakes up.

He stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed pulling the sheets up to his waist. If he wasn’t so tired, he’d be treating himself to one of those cold showers he mentioned but he’d just have to suffer through it because he didn’t have the energy.

If one thing became blatantly clear tonight, Snake was right, he couldn’t deny his feelings anymore he thought as he stared at the ceiling. That being said, he had no plans of declaring them to her. This would just be another situation where he would have to ’man up’ and do what’s right and best by Betty, regardless of the fact that he was so in over his head that he was drowning.

He could do this, he was a grown ass man for christsake.

He closed his eyes and all he could see was Betty laying almost naked in the room next door and his heart twinged in response, closely mimicked by his dick.

He rolled over and groaned, pulling the pillow over his head, he was so fucked.

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End Chapter

#fanfic #betty cooper #fp jones

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