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anotheronechicagobog · 4 years

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Star Trek Kelly Severide x reader

written by @anotheronechicagobog

Requested by @raveenasblog

Warnings: swearing, mature themes, mature language, reader is sister of Sheldon Jin from S1 of CPD, Star Trek references (another series I unfortunately don’t own)

A/N: Sorry that this took me so long, I hope you like it!

You worked at Chicago Central University as a biomedical engineering researcher. It was a hard job with long hours but you loved it, you couldn’t picture yourself doing something else. You were working on artificial organs, eyes specifically. After ten straight hours of work, you headed down to the microbiology department to get your friend and roommate Veronica (who said she’d come in later when you left at your usual 3:30 am because she wasn’t feeling well), drag her away from her desk, and go get lunch. You arrived on the floor, using your high clearance ID badge to enter the hallway. Everything looked normal, all except for Dr. Seldon. He looked even more jumpy and paranoid than usual. “Dr. Seldon?” He almost gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned around. “Y/N- Dr. Jin- Hi, uh, what are you doing here?”

“I’m... Looking for Veronica Song... Are you alright?”

“Uh, yes, yes, I’m fine. Veronica’s not here today, and- I just think that you should get back to your own floor.” He was jittery, eyes jumping from place to place, unable to remain still, looking at his watch every few seconds. “I have to go.” And before you could get another word out, he was gone. You nodded to yourself, shrugging off his behaviour, having heard stories about how paranoid the man could be. You were making your way back to the elevator, finding it odd that Seldon had left using the stairs considering everyone knew that the stairs from the basement labs to the first floor were an architectural nightmare. Again, you shrugged it off, he was probably abiding by some new internet conspiracy theory. The elevator was almost to the eighth floor when there was a loud, suction like pop. The elevator abruptly stopped, causing you to crash on the floor, the red emergency lights turned on. Getting onto your sore knees and wiping the blood from the side of your head, you dazily wobbled over to the emergency call button. “911, what is your emergency?”

“I’m at CCU in the biology building, stuck in an elevator, in between the basement labs and first floor... I hit my head... An- and it’s getting really hot in here. I- I can hear crackling, I think- fire? I think there’s a fire-”

“Yes, it’s just been reported by multiple people that there is a fire in the Zurich building on the CCU campus, hazmat situation. Just remain calm- Ms...?”

“Dr. Y/N Jin.”

“Alright just hold tight and stay on the line, every firefighter company within a 20-kilometre radius has been sent to this call.”

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You felt like you were in an oven. Your lab coat and sweater had been shed, one dumped on the floor, the other used to stop the bleeding on your throbbing head. You had left yourself in only your lanyard, a thin flowery skirt, and a tank top that were both soaking up your sweat, but the elevator was getting so hot and so constricted that you were considering just shedding everything in an effort to cool down, if just for a moment. It was getting so difficult to breathe, smoke had taken up residence in the top of the elevator, and your dry throat was making it immensely more painful when you coughed, which was frequent.

“Fire department! You okay in there?”

You couldn’t speak, you were too tired, too weak to do so. So you mustered up enough energy to bang on the door. Only once, though, because the metal had heated up the metal door and burned your hand. There was the scraping of tools against the doors before a creaking sound took their place. Then as the gap went from nonexistent to halfway open you were met with the forms of two firefighters, faces and bodies obstructed by their equipment. You didn’t have to speak, before you could blink you had been pulled out of the elevator and into a firefighter’s arms... And a hallway filled with green fire. “Hi.”

“Try not to talk, okay?”

“Capp, have you found a way to break the glass to the lab?”

“No lieutenant! The glass is too thick!”

“The gas canisters,” you pointed to the massive metal cylinders that were stored across from the centrifuge lab, or glass lab as your heroes kept referring to it as, “coul- *cough* use as a batter- *cough cough cough* battering ram-” You were cut off by your own lungs and an incredibly painful coughing spree. “That could work. Hey, stand over here, Cruz, Capp, help me grab one of these.”

“You got it Severide!” The other two firefighters set down their tools and helped their lieutenant hold a gas canister horizontally before swinging in back and forward again, into the glass. It took what felt like too long for the glass to crack, and longer for it to shatter, providing an exit for your trapped colleagues. The ceiling above the firefighter who’d held you was guiding the trapped victims out of the room when you noticed that the ceiling above him was doing two things ceilings weren’t supposed to do; making unpleasant noises, and moving. You didn’t think, just acted. You moved away from the wall that lieutenant Severide had directed you to stand by and shoved him and the last victim out of the way. The burning chunk came down just behind you and singed your hair and the back of your skirt. Severide jumped into action, using a chemical fire extinguisher to put the fire out. “Okay; everyone out now.” Severide picked up your exhausted form and hauled ass out of the building with everyone else following his lead.

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You couldn’t really remember much after being sprayed with a fire extinguisher, there were groggy flashes of being dragged through the decontamination tent by paramedics and people in blue suits, the ambulance ride with what you were 90% sure was an actual angel treating you, and doctors in PPE fluttering around you, poking and prodding and scanning you.

You came to in a hospital room that reeked of sanitization products, it seared your nostrils and quickly you felt another coughing fit coming on. There was a plastic lining around your mouth and nose, it was annoying, you tried to remove it but you couldn’t even lift your arm. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t move, okay? You’re at the hospital and you’re not stable, you need to remain calm and still”

‘Not stable’? C’mon, lady, give me some details, please!

“You were in a building with a chemical fire, and your roommate was just connected to multiple cases of necrotizing fasciitis, we’re testing your cultures now, but we won’t know for a while, okay? A doctor will be here to talk to you in a minute, okay?”

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You’d been in the hospital for two weeks and were currently arguing with your insurance company, who were trying to get out of paying your hospital bill. You hung up, frustrated.

“Hey, is this a good time?”

“As long as you brought food.”

“Ha, always. You okay?”

“Yeah, my insurance company are just being- ughhhhh.”

“Ah, got it.” Kelly set out the food on the table tray in front of you, smirking at your excitement of non-hospital food. “You know, you don’t have to keep coming to see me.”

“Maybe I don’t have to, but I want to.”

“But I haven’t exactly been entertaining, this is the first time I’ve had enough energy to sit up. Remember? April had to spoon-feed me the food you brought me. I’ve been sleeping constantly and have literally fallen asleep while talking to you before. I’ve been awake for two hours and it is the longest I have been awake since the fire.”

“Hey, it’s not every day I get saved by a civilian, what can I say? You’ve piqued my interest.”

“Alright, well, if you’re gonna stay, you’re watching Star Trek with me.”

“Ugh, well when you put it that way-”

“Hey! Sit back down, I thought that I’d ‘piqued your interest’.”

“Yeah, but not enough to watch Star Trek. That’s a bit... Nerdy for me.”

“Oh come on! Pass me my laptop and sit down, we are going to watch Star Trek starting with The Original Series.”

“... How many Star Treks are there?”

“Not enough.”

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You were finishing up the first season with Kelly lying beside you in the hospital bed completely enthralled in the show when Doris walked in. “A sergeant Hank Voight is here to see you Y/N, I just figured I’d give you guys a heads up.” You nodded and closed your laptop, but Kelly didn’t have time to put his shoes back on or get out of your bed before Hank entered the room. He raised his eyebrow and stared down Kelly who, for his part, didn’t react like most did. He sat up at a normal speed and gave the older man a nod. “Hank, it’s good to see you.”

“You too, kid. How’re you holding up?”

“Good, good, especially with Kelly bringing me milkshakes.”

“Huh. Have the docs cleared you for all that junk?”

“Yes.” Kelly snorted at your response and rolled his eyes. “Just barely. And I think half the reason they approved it was cause you were a total pain in the ass about the glorious wonder that is hospital food. Uh, how do you and Voight know each other?”

“Oh, my older brother Sheldon used to work with him, I told you about him”

“Right, right, crazy smart, computer cop, and too loyal to your dad.”

“Yeah. After Sheldon died, Hank came to me and my mom, gave us cash to pay off my dad’s debts, told him to either be grateful and cut the crap or fucking run, and he checks up on me every so often. Like, uh, when I turned eighteen I applied to the academy and not only did Hank find out, but he came to my apartment and practically begged me not to go.”

“Hold up, I’m sorry, Sargent Hank ‘I can kill you thirteen different ways with a pencil eraser’ Voight begged?”

“As close to begging as I’ll ever get. Now, how do you two know each other?”

“He got me out of the elevator in the lab fire, then I saved his life a few minutes later.”

“Ha, sounds about right.”

“Hey!”

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Matt Casey knocked on the door of the squad lieutenant, suspicious when his best friend jumped out of his skin, ripped his earbuds out of his ears, slammed his laptop shut, tossed it far away from him on the bed, and tried (while failing spectacularly) to look calm. “What’s up Casey?”

“... What the fuck was that?” Casey was laughing, excited that Severide was finally embarrassed about something. He jumped on the bed between Kelly and his laptop. “What are you embarrassed about?” Severide jumped into action, trying to maneuver around Casey to grab his laptop but it was too late. “Let me see! Let me see! Let me- OH MY GOD!” Casey had opened up the laptop before he could be stopped and he found a Next Generation episode halfway finished! “You’re watching Star Trek?! Oh my god Sylvie get-”

Kelly slammed the device shut again and covered Matt’s mouth with his hand. “Seriously man, shut up.” Severide got up and closed his door and lowered all the blinds. He turned to face his friend slowly and sighed. “Remember that girl from the BRT fire?”

“The one who saved you? Yeah, I remember her. I take it from your tone that you’ve been keeping up with her.”

“Yeah, I have. I’d been going to visit her every chance I got, and she was asleep most of the time I was there, cause you know, lung damage from the chemical fire, damage from the infection, had to have major surgery while her body was going through immense physical trauma, but when she was awake for longer than twenty minutes she’d insist on watching Star Trek, there’s multiple shows and movies, she loves them all, and she kind of got me hooked.”

“You are whipped. I am actually appreciating and savouring this moment so much right now.”

“Matt.”

“Okay, okay. Can I at least tell Sylvie?”

“No, you cannot tell your crush about this.”

“Hey! She’s- I do- Shut up, Kelly.”

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While Matt did keep Kelly’s secret, you didn’t. You showed up in your favourite Voyager t-shirt from Etsy with a homemade chocolate cake in your hands. “Excuse me, I’m looking for Kelly Severide?”

“Sure, and you are?”

“Dr. Y/N Jin, I pushed him-”

“Out of the way at the lab fire, yeah I remember you. I’m Joe Cruz, I was there too, though you probably didn’t notice with him carrying you around.”

“Actually with all the gear you guys had on, I wouldn’t have been able to pick you out of a line-up. He just came to visit me a lot when I was in the hospital.”

“Oh, he did? Is that what the cakes for? A thank you?”

“No, it’s his birthday today, and because he’s on shift I didn’t know if he’d get a cake or anything. So I made his favourite and ordered a bunch of pizzas to be delivered here.”

“... You know his favourite cake flavour?”

“Yeah, it came up last week when we were watching this episode of Star Trek The Next Generation where this character keeps having-”

“Hold up, Lieutenant Kelly Severide watched Star Trek willingly?”

“Well, he didn’t at first, but now I think he’s a bigger fan than me... What?”

“Oh mi dulce Dios this is the best day of my LIFE! The common room is this way, follow meeeee!”

“... Why do I feel like I said something I wasn’t supposed to?”

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“Attention firehouse 51; I have just been informed by a reliable source that our very own squad lieutenant Kelly Severide is a trekkie! And for those of you who don’t know what that means, KELLY SEVERIDE LIKES STAR TREK!” Suddenly the common room erupted, everyone laughing and howling, except for you, Kelly, and Matt. You’d spent much of your life having your interests mocked, all for various reasons. Too girly, too boyish, too nerdy, and you were having none of it. It took you ages to feel confident about your interests, so you knew exactly how devastated and embarrassed he felt. His neck and face were turning pink, he was lowering his head, his eyes were closed forcefully, and you could see him try to steady his breath. “Shut up.” The laughter lessened a bit and some people turned to you in confusion. “Are you guys deaf? I said shut up!” The room suddenly turned silent and cold, the members of 51 you hadn’t met yet looking at you in alarm. “Do you have any idea how rude and disrespectful all of you are being right now? You don’t get made fun of for obsessing over sports, why act this why for people who like sci-fi stuff? Kelly’s told me that you guys rib each other but this is a bit much. Did any of you stop to think that maybe you shouldn’t be behaving like elementary school bullies on his birthday?” At their awkward silence you scoffed. “You know what? I put effort into today, I made a cake from scratch, I ordered a ton of pizzas that I made sure had all of your favourite toppings because I know how close you are to him and I wanted all of you to like me. But you know what? Screw all of you. None of you get a single piece of cake or pizza unless you individually apologize to Kelly.” You huffed angrily, stomped over to the small circular table he was sitting at with a smirking Casey. “Happy birthday, Kelly... Sorry I made a scene.”

“Thanks, Y/N. This is turning out to be a great, dare I say badass birthday.” Your smile imitated his, large and beaming. “So,” Matt Casey drawled with an amused but impressed look on his face, “I get to have cake right?”

“Of course, how could I deny chocolatey goodness to my favourite firefighter?”

“Hey! I thought I was your favourite firefighter!” Kelly mockingly pouted, enticing laughter out of you. Your phone pinged and you smiled wider. “Pizza’s here.” You point at Matt and speak to Kelly, “watch him.”

“Of course, I’d never let anyone else get the first slice of my cake.”

“... Matt watch Kelly.” You turned on your heel and left to get the pizzas, brushing passed moping firefighters, ignoring the offended noises Kelly was spewing out.

You came back with six extra large pizzas to a line of bashful looking firefighters apologizing to Kelly. “You guys really will do anything for food, huh?”

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You’d only managed to get one slice of pizza and a tiny piece of cake once the ravenous wolves had apologized. You and Kelly had laughed it off though, finding their overexaggerated moans and gestures of how good the food was amusing. “Alright, one last thing.”

“What? No, come on Y/N you already made me a cake and got pizza for the house, you’ve done more than enough.”

“So you don’t want the envelope?”

“Well, if it’s just an envelope, that means it’s just a card, so sure.” You handed him the envelope you’d covered in ridiculous doodles of ladybugs, proud of your work, and knowing that Kelly was getting an awesome birthday. He opened the card after shaking is head at the ladybugs on the envelope and his mouth dropped when he saw the two tickets fall out. “Y/N! I told you, you didn’t have to get me anything!”

“How much money did you spend on food for me when you were visiting me in the hospital?”

“Okay, fair enough, but you really didn’t have to do all this.”

“Kelly, it really wasn’t that much. A cake, pizza, and baseball tickets that Matt pitched in for, really isn’t something to freak out over, okay?”

“Alright, well, thank you, Y/N. I appreciate everything that you’ve done so much and I’m grateful that I have you in my life.” Your heart fluttered and warmed, cherishing the moment you were sharing with the man who was quickly becoming irreplaceable to you. “Hello? I helped too!” Sylvie elbowed him in the ribs, “you ruined the moment, Matt.” She turned to you, still holding hands with Kelly on top of the table. “We’ll leave you two be, have fun.” She gave an uncharacteristic wink and started shooing people away. “Normally I’d be embarrassed, but this means that I do get more time with my favourite person AKA you, and since it’s my birthday, I would like to watch some Star Trek. C’mon, my quarters are this way.”

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Hours later, after shift was over and all normal people were asleep Kelly Severide finally arrived home... To what looked like the entire twenty-first police district along with the intelligence unit and Sergeant Trudy ‘I’m an army all on my own’ Platt crammed in his living room under dim, ominous lighting. “So, I take it you’re all here to threaten me because I’m dating Y/N? Yep, alright, let’s do this then.”

#One Chicago #Chicago Fire #Chicago PD #kelly severide x reader #Kelly Severide #matt casey #sylvie brett #hank voight #sheldon jin #joe cruz

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steve0discusses · 4 years

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Yugioh S4 Ep 23: Roland Freaks Out for 25 Straight Minutes

Oh man, took a break from the blog for a bit there because I gave myself a project to do that is 160ish color panels to draw by June 30th and um...it takes a while to do that, it turns out. Every time I’m like “wow I actually have enough time to make a buffer for the blog” I get so distracted.

But anyways, I started having some issues with my wacom tablet, my mouse is a nightmare, and so...I’m just gonna look the other way and write a recap and unplug all of the wacom stuff and just stay the hell away from whatever happened to that...tablet.

maybe It’ll be fine tomorrow?

*sweats nervously*

Thank God I didn’t buy a cintique, that’s all I’ll say.

Anyway, lets go back to Yugioh. Where were we?

That’s right. Mokuba is checking in with my favorite Kaiba, Roland, who is currently just trying to keep the company running while the official Kaibas are flying to California.

And I’ll be honest, as I was typing this I thought “and why are they going to California again?” and it took me like...10 minutes to remember that Seto dropped absolutely everything and jumped on this massive plane in order to beat Rafael at cards to win the title “King of Games” which...Yugi had already lost to Rebecca about 2 years ago prior, but don’t tell that to Seto. Or Rebecca.

Also don’t tell Seto that the “King of Games” title originally comes from being possessed by a very emo ghost that has a tendency to set people on fire with Russian whiskey and has nothing to do with whatever shenanigans went down with Pegasus.

Honestly, I like to think that in the modern version of this show, Pegasus threw the “King of Games” line out there as like a corny joke, and when the teenagers started latching onto it like it was real, he was like “Oh what?” and left it alone because he just got his left eye ripped out of his face and was very distracted by the large amount of cultists in his basement that he suddenly needed to let go.

But youknow it’s the end of the world, Kaiba’s company is being bought out by a competitor, one of Dartz’ assassins are trying to kill both him and his brother, but he has to go to California immediately to play Rafael while he has the chance. Not sure how Alister got the tip-off that Kaiba would be flying back to California so quickly, but knowing the Kaibas, they probably jump on a plane several times a week.

I’m just still baffled that Mokuba’s doing this over a cell phone. That he was like “I better call someone.” and instead of calling the Airline or the Coastguard he’s like “I’ll call Roland💗”

I’m pretty sure Roland saw that phone ringing with Mokuba in the callerID and was like “NO NO NO NO NO”

(read more under the cut)

Luckily for Roland, everyone at Kaiba corp has to learn how to fly planes in order to pass the entry exam.

For reals though, that plane just casually bumped off a mountain like it’s in Diddy Kong Racing.

There’s a lot of levels of brother’s saving brothers in this episode. You have Seto who thinks he’s saving Mokuba, but in fact it is Mokuba saving Seto by keeping this plane afloat. And then in reality, you can take another brother step backward and say it was Roland who was saving Mokuba who was saving Seto by giving the phone to that rando, and take even another step backward and say it was this Random Guy who was saving Roland who was saving Mokuba who was saving Seto.

So in reality, no brothers were really able to save eachother, it was actually that one secretary at the desk who screamed “JUST PULL THE LEVER HARDER, I DUNNO” until it worked.

But just remember that the theme of this episode is brothers saving brothers, although Mokuba is too small to really fly this plane, and Seto is too crazy to stop this duel and Roland is not really the secret inept heir of the Kaiba bloodline, and only in my little headcanon.

And also, I just have no idea who that random secretary is.

Anyways, Alister made this thing happen on the field.

Hey guys?

How many guns do you need on a tank?

Like I...

That is a hilarious amount of guns on this tank.

Like every character designer part of me is dying right now. It’s when you’re learning Maya, and you finally figure out the duplicate tool, and you just--you just strap a billion guns on a spaceship. We’ve all done this.

But like...this gunship has a face, and that face has it’s own tiny Oricalchos.

All I’m saying is that Alister is having a hell of a time in his Maya 101 class he takes at the local community college when he’s not busy working for Kaiba Corp Airlines or busy killing people for Dartz. I want to know what grade he got on this project, because in my Maya classes the only people who were this dedicated were building weird ass warships for their games or building intense 3D My Little Pony fanfic.

Here’s a list I can think of from the top of my head of challenges Seto Kaiba either quit or completely failed outright (basically the times Seto has NOPEd out or been forcibly kicked out):

-Joey Wheeler’s many challenges and also Spanish Class (as mentioned above)

-Beating Yugi in a card game

-Not joining Pegasus’ tourney initially so he could go on a vacation.

-We’ll just assume he’s only taken like a bunch of random college classes but only got an honorary degree

-Chess (like he was a Grand Master at one point but wtv, cards exist now)

-Didn’t arrest the Big Five or remove them from his mmo so they freakin died in there.

-Being the actual owner of the Millennium Rod

-Every time Yami tells him that they should be friends

-That whole story line where he was dating a dragon in a past life

-fulfilling that prophecy of killing Yami in the present timeline to end the world

-attempting to blow up his own battle city tournament before it was over because he didn’t win

-Getting all 3 Godcards

-When a possessed Tristan appeared over a mountain top to duel everyone and Seto just went “I’m out” and simply walked away

-Flying a blimp from point A to point B without it setting on fire

-Getting his Dad to build an amusement park

-Just anything to do with Noah

-the existence of magic in general

-every attempt he’s had to rebrand Kaiba Corp as “funtime games inc I swear we don't make tanks anymore, stop looking at all the tanks”

-Seto Kaiba’s entire Destiny storyline this season that he has gone way out of his way to get away from.

And like I’m sure there’s more, but I feel like half of Kaiba’s MO is that he is either Too Good To Bother With This or he has Lost Everything Very Dramatically. Mokuba at least has the right idea, by being one of the few people who has beaten Yugi Muto by peacing out halfway through the duel and stealing all Yugi’s stuff off of Yugi’s side of the table.

Anyway, despite it being like...5 seconds since we saw Roland in a weird cyber room in what I assume was Japan, we now see him with his head pressed against the glass of this helicopter being like “BOYS NO NOT AGAIN WHY”

And youknow, Roland was just trying to do the right thing, but he accidentally made things a million times worse by just showing up.

And so Alister was like “well I better crash the plane now with this gust of green energy that destroys all mechanical equipment.”

Really not sure how Alister was planning to leave this plane after this duel was over. I don’t know if he thinks that far ahead.

this isn’t even a joke I made up, Roland really did run up to the pilot and was like “Just throw down some ladders! That should work!” and it’s like...Do you not see the giant ship covered in a thousand guns right now, Roland?

And then Alister and Seto decide to have a fight about ethics where they’re both pretty wrong.

I mean it’s not the exact line but yes this is basically what Seto said, point blank, and I was like “well...at least he owns it.”

So cards happen, dragons get played (so MANY dragons) and because we had to end this arc, Alister loses the duel as we kind of knew he would.

And then Mokuba, because he knows no other life, sees an asshole older brother in pain and just wants to adopt him.

Enjoy that trauma tossed onto your already megalith sized trauma pile, Mokuba.

Elsewhere, the legendary dragons have started syncing again, which is a weird thing that they can do that none of these guys have any control of.

Mostly it just irritates whoever is holding these cards at the time.

But behold! the glory!

The glory of three tubby dragons wielding a plane!

It’s what Kaiba always wanted but he had absolutely no idea he was doing it. Will anyone tell him that he managed to summon three dragons to fly him around the sky like a mamma bird? No. No one bothers to tell him that his wildest dreams just came true.

FYI There were other stills of more of the dragons and the plane, but I kept pausing on instances where it kinda looked like they were humping the plane so I gave up.

But, at least we all get to meet up, around the smoke coming out the back of this giant plane that now...will just sit here...until someone sues KaibaCorp over it, I guess.

Like a soccermom, now Roland gets to give the whole frenemy crew a ride with...copters or whatever.

I dont’ know how Roland got here, y’all.

This happens a lot with animated shows, youknow, there’s a lot of plot threads, a lot of scenes and episodes that get freelanced out and outsourced, and people who make these shows aren’t working on the whole thing at once, they’re just going off of director notes--so there’s a good chance they had no idea that Roland...just shouldn’t be here.

But it’s OK, I enjoy whenever Roland is panicking in the background. He’s good set dressing.

Seto does not give any more explanation of this corpse.

And then, sprinting as fast as he could out of his copter comes Roland, who does what Roland does best. It’s this moment where you would usually see a parental figure reveal how much they care and adore their little children. But because it’s Roland, and these are the Kaibas, he instead takes this moment to reveal exactly how inept he is at the very last second.

Never change, Roland. I love this massive green haired disappointment.

Anyway, I’m not sure when I’ll get the next update out, since I’ll be knee deep in drawing art I don’t need to draw, but just know I’m not dead. Usually I post fanart or whatever, but all I have is this Dartz I started drawing but he just has so much hair that I don’t think that one will ever get even remotely finished.

But anyway, if you just got here, this is a link to read these from the start.

#Yugioh #ygo #seto kaiba #mokuba #roland #yami muto #joey wheeler #tristan taylor #alister #tea gardner #S4 #Ep23 #episode recap #photo recap

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talatomaz · 5 years

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fresh start | team flash x fem!reader | part vi

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“Are you sure?”

You waved your hand and the guns, that the robbers were currently about to use to shoot at you, flew towards you. With the men disarmed, Barry ran around them and cuffed them.

“Yeah, I’ve doing a lot of thinking and I think it’s the right decision for me.”

After handing the cuffed robbers to Joe and Patty, Barry ran you both back to S.T.A.R Labs.

“Really?”

“Yes, Barry, really.”

“But I’m gonna miss you,” Cisco said, pouting.

“Cisco, I’m not leaving you. I’m still working at S.T.A.R Labs, but I’m just also going to be a detective too.”

“Does my Dad know?” Iris asked, as Barry took off his mask whilst you did the same.

“Yeah, I spoke to him the other day and then when I spoke to Captain Singh, he vouched for me. Which he didn’t have to do because Singh decided to instantly rehire me but I thanked him anyway.”

“But I’m going to miss you.” Cisco repeated, making you all laugh.

After an in-depth discussion with the team about ARGUS, you came to the realisation that since some ARGUS agents were still morally ethical, you wanted to exemplify the work that they do by going back to being a detective. Except this time, you were going to become a field cop rather than someone who dealt with reports and information.

Though you initially had some reserves about going out in the field, the most notable being you changing the future in some way or someone recognising you, you realised that the future was going to change no matter what and you couldn’t stop that. But what you could do is help Barry and the others change it for the better.

And what better way to do that than by being a cop on Joe’s meta-human task force and a meta-human protecting the city?

“Cisco’s right, though, y/n. It’s going to be weird not having you here all the time.”

“Don’t worry, Cait. I’ll still be here more often than you think. I’ll just be wearing a badge most of the time. And I’m not going to let it interfere with the work that we do here. I mean, Barry disappears half of the time and it’s all good.”

“True, I can always just run us both back here and we both get dressed super quick anyways, so it’s not a hassle.”

“So, when do you start, y/n?”

“Today.”

You all turned to the entrance of the cortex where Joe stood.

“Hey, sweetie.” Joe kissed Iris’s forehead.

“Today?” Barry asked.

“Yeah, Singh can’t wait to have you back and quite frankly, neither can I. I’ve been saying for months that you’ve needed to come back.”

“Thanks, Joe.”

“So, you ready to go? Obviously after you take off all that,” Joe gestured to your Meson outfit.

You went into the med bay and not even five minutes later, you came out dressed in a black pantsuit, your wavy hair flowing just past your shoulders.

“Damn, y/n, looking good.” Iris commented as you smirked.

“Thanks, Iris.”

“That was quick, even by my standards.” Barry said.

“Guess you got competition then, Flash.” You said jokingly.

“You ready to go, y/n?” Joe asked.

“I think you mean Detective Davis, Joe.” Caitlin corrected.

You laughed, “I’ll see you guys later. Call if you need me.”

***

“Glad to have you back, Detective Davis.”

“Come on, Patty. We’ve gotten close these past few months, you can call me y/n.” You said, shaking her hand.

“Then, I’m glad to have you back, y/n.” She responded and you smiled.

“So, have the robbers from this morning been processed?” She looked at you confused. “Oh, Joe told me about them earlier.”

She nodded, convinced, “Yeah, they’ve just been transferred to Iron Heights.”

“Okay, so-“

You were interrupted by a breaking news alert on the TV screen and everyone turned their attention to the screen.

“It appears that a meta has broken into an abandoned industrial factory and has stolen some equipment…”

You turned from the TV to Patty and Joe.

“Let’s go,” Joe said, you and Patty followed him out of the police department.

***

“So I’ve just spoken to a couple of witnesses who all said that they saw a man, mid 20s, leaving the scene, driving a red pick-up, but they have no idea what he stole.” Patty said, walking up to you and Joe.

“Yeah, I mean, this factory only stores drills and other tools that you could easily get off any construction site.” You replied, confused.

“I spoke to a guy who used to work here and he told me that the place was officially shut down for unsafe conditions.”

“Unofficially?” You and Patty asked.

“Some guy was trying to manufacture some type of drill that was so high tech, that it could cut through almost anything. That could be quite valuable.”

“Did he say what type?”

“Uh,” Joe looked at his notes, “a 15. amp hammer drill.”

“Damn, that shit can cut through almost anything. And there’s also something that might indicate what the meta’s powers are.”

You showed Patty and Joe to the security system.

“Initially, it was thought that the meta hacked into the system to unlock all the doors, which, at first glance, makes sense. I’m running a check to see if the system was hacked.”

“But you don’t think it was?” Patty asked.

“No, I don’t. I know code, and there’s no record of a line of code anywhere. I’d have to check to be sure, but I think the electrics were manipulated.”

“Meaning what? A meta who can control electricity?”

“Not necessarily, Joe. Everything else was in intact. I think the meta can manipulate controls or at least override them. Basically he can turn things on and off. And lucky for us, his powers seem to be channelled through his hands.”

“You got a print?”

“Yeah, when I get back, I’m going to run it through AFIS and see if we have any hits.”

“Damn, y/n, I forgot how good you were.” Joe stated.

After collecting some more evidence, the three of you went back to the station and you handed some of the samples to Barry for him to analyse.

Then you went to your computer and ran the print through the data systems and whilst you waited, you were talking to Patty about her and Barry.

“So, is it going well between you two then?” You asked, leaning against your desk.

“Yeah, I think so. I mean, one of our first dates was quite memorable.”

“Oh, because he couldn’t see?”

She furrowed her brows.

“Oh, Barry told me when I was at S.T.A.R Labs last week.”

“What do you even do at S.T.A.R Labs? Barry is almost always there.”

“I help Cisco and Caitlin with a lot of tech that they have and we’re all good friends which is probably why Barry’s there a lot.”

She nodded, “So are you seeing anyone?”

You shook your head, “No, I’ve had a few flings here and there but I’m not with anyone right now. Besides-”

You stopped talking when your screen bleeped.

“Looks like we got a match.” You sat in your chair and showed Patty your screen. “Guy’s name is Oscar Cartwright.”

“Yeah, he was arrested for breaking and entering, robbery, and looks like he has a background in construction. Must be how he knew which tools to steal.” Patty suggested.

You printed off the file so you could show it to Joe, “Come on, let’s go.”

After you briefed Joe, he told you and Patty to check out his most recent address but when you got there, it was empty.

It looked as if it hadn’t been used in a while; the only indication that someone was staying there was the unmade bed and discarded clothes around the room. Then you both realised there was a basement and when you went down here, you found blueprints to a building.

As you were about to gain more intel by checking it out further, the laptop, containing the blueprints, began to overheat and exploded in front of the two of you.

“He must have known we were coming and used his powers to destroy any traces he left behind.” Patty said, coming back into the basement after calling CSU.

“Yeah, do you want to stay here whilst I try and figure out what was on the laptop?”

“Yeah, sure, just call if you find something.”

As you walked back up the stairs, you passed Joe,

“Hey, Joe. I’m gonna take this to S.T.A.R Labs to see if Cisco and I can recover what was on here since it looked important.”

“Okay, hopefully it can lead us to this Cartwright guy.”

***

“Getting anywhere?” Caitlin and Iris walked into the cortex and looked at you and Cisco.

“I think so. We’ll most likely be able to recover the data within the next hour.” You responded, as you continued typing.

“Hopefully.” Cisco interrupted. “This meta basically fried the mainframe and we had to reconstruct the circuitry which took ages.”

“We’re glad to have you back though, y/n.” Caitlin said, and you turned around and laughed.

“Cait, I’ve only been gone a day.”

“It feels like longer though.” She said.

“Well, I’ve missed you guys too.”

“So this meta, what exactly are his powers?” Iris asked.

“As best I can tell, he’s able to take control of systems by overcharging the system and-”

“OverCharge.” Cisco interrupted.

“What?” You, Caitlin and Iris looked at Cisco.

He turned around to face the three of you, “OverCharge.” He repeated, “That’s his name.”

You started laughing at the coincidence and it was Cisco’s turn to be confused. “OverCharge. OC. The meta’s name is Oscar Cartwright. I swear these names write themselves.”

You guys had a little mini catchup and after around an hour, you and Cisco were able to recover some of the data and in perfect timing, Barry walked in.

“Anything?”

“I’m just pulling up the blueprints now,” You continued typing and looked through the files, trying to find the right one.

Then you were interrupted by an alert on S.T.A.R Labs police scanner.

“Guys, there’s a runaway train.” Caitlin said so you and Cisco hacked into the subway’s mainframe.

“Shit, this isn’t an accident. I’m giving the command for the train to slow down, but nothing is responding.” You explained.

“It looks like there’s some sort of glitch somewhere that’s not allowing it to respond to commands.”

“Could it be the same meta?” Iris asked.

“Potentially, but Barry, we can’t stop the train from here so you gotta go.” Cisco said, so Barry suited up and ran off.

“I don’t know what OverCharge’s endgame is here. He steals a high tech drill, has blueprints and is now controlling a train? I don’t understand.”

“I think I do. I just managed to access some of the damaged data and he has blueprints to Central City Airport.” Cisco said, displaying the blueprints on the large screen so you could all get a better look.

“Dammit,” you pulled out your phone, called Joe and explained the situation.

“Joe, take Patty. Barry’s going to try and stop the train but I think it’s a distraction. Oscar’s breaking into Central City Airport. If I can, I’ll meet you there. Bye.”

You disconnected the call.

“What would he be stealing though?”

“I think I can answer that.”

Harry Wells walked into the cortex and on another screen, pulled up images of diamonds.

“This was being stored in their private security room.”

“Diamonds?” Cisco asked.

“Very valuable diamonds. Even back on my Earth, they were worth quite a lot. Like $57 million worth.”

You quickly messaged Joe the update so he knew where to look for OverCharge and then you diverted your attention back to the runaway train.

“Holy Shit. Barry, you cannot stop that train!”

“What? Why? I’m just in front of it.”

“Barry, y/n’s right. That train is 23 miles from approaching an unsustainable curve radius.”

“I don’t like the sound of that.” Barry said over the comms.

“We’ve got a major cant issue.”

“There’s no ‘can’t’ when it comes to the Flash.” Iris said.

“No, West, ‘cant’ is the name of the height difference between the outside and inside rails on a track curve.” Harry explained.

“The tilt creates a down-thrust to counter sideways force.” Cisco continued.

“And at the current speed of the train, the ‘cant’ can’t work.” You said.

“The train will derail.” Caitlin finished.

“So what do I do?”

Barry shouted over the comms and you quickly ran into the med bay and got changed into your suit whilst Harry explained what the Flash should do.

“You have approximately 7 minutes before that train reaches the curve. You need to phase onto the train and gain access of the controls.”

“Scratch that.”

You ran out of the med bay and back to the centre of the cortex, now dressed in your Meson suit.

“Barry, run back to S.T.A.R Labs now!” You said as you grabbed your mask.

“Why?”

“We don’t have time. Just do it!”

In, well, a flash, Barry was beside you. You picked up your laptop and grabbed his arm.

“Take me to the train now.”

“But-”

“Now!”

He picked you up and ran you to the station where you could hear the incoming train.

“You have to phase us both on there, Barry. I’ll be able to connect my laptop to the controls and gain access and manually slow the train down before we reach the curve.”

“But, y/n-”

“Trust me, I got this.”

You heard the sounds of the train getting closer and with your arm wrapped around Barry’s, he phased you both onto the train. It was a weird feeling. It was like pins and needles all over your entire body.

The moment you both were on the train, the Flash began to calm people down and you ran to the front of the carriage and used your powers to open the locked door.

As expected, the control system was fried, so you plugged your laptop into the train’s software and after 2 minutes, you were able to regain control of the train and managed to slow the train down.

But, to your surprise, it ended up gaining even more speed due to the sudden change.

You ran out of the control room and hacked into the P.A system, “Guys, I want you all to remain calm. The Flash is going to get you all off of here so could you all try and activate your emergency doors by pulling the cable just above the door.”

Barry came up beside you. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to stop this train but just in case, I need you to get everyone off of here.”

“Meson, it’s not safe.”

“I know and that’s why I need you to do this, Flash.”

Then you shouted to the rest of the people in your carriage, “Guys, can you all move onto the next carriage, please?”

They all obeyed and you told Barry to follow them.

“The moment I disconnect this carriage, the rest of the train will come to a stop, allowing everyone to get to safety.”

“Meson, what about you?”

“I’ll have 3 minutes to stop this carriage.”

“What happens if you don’t?” He asked.

“I will. I promise. Go do your job, Flash.”

You quickly disconnected the carriages and ran back to the control room and began typing.

“Y/n, you’re 7 miles from the curve and you’re approaching fast.” Cisco shouted over the comms.

“You gotta hurry, y/n. You only have a few minutes.” Caitlin said, worry clearly in her voice.

“A few minutes is all I need.”

You continued hacking into the system and was able to override all the systems, except the one that led to the train gaining even more speed and you knew there was only one more option.

“Y/n, you have 30 seconds!” Iris shouted over comms.

You shut your laptop and as you heard the screech of the train tracks, you ran to the centre of the carriage.

“15 seconds!” Cisco warned.

With all your energy, you used your powers to channel through the tracks so you could slow it down. The train came to a halt, just mere metres from the curve radius. You exhaled a deep breath in relief.

“Y/N!” Everyone shouted over comms.

“MESON, YOU GOOD?!” Barry yelled.

“I’m good, guys. The train’s stopped.” You heard everyone let out a relieved sigh.

After stopping the train and helping everyone off the other carriages, Barry ran you back to S.T.A.R Labs where you both got changed and then met Patty and Joe at Central City Airport, just in time to catch Cartwright red-handed. Now OverCharge was sitting in the meta-human wing in Iron Heights amongst the other meta-human criminals.

***

The following morning, before going to CCPD, you went to S.T.A.R Labs to meet Caitlin, Cisco and everyone else.

“You were amazing yesterday, y/n.” Caitlin said when you walked into the cortex.

“She’s right. You killed it.” Cisco stated.

“And it looks like the rest of Central City feels the same way.” Barry walked in with Joe and Iris and switched on the news.

“Ever since the heroic save by Meson yesterday, there has been an outcry of support for her.”

The news cut to a few interviews from people who were on the train.

“She was amazing. She was so calm and was willing to sacrifice herself for all of us.”

“I think Meson is inspiring. I’m so glad we finally have a female superhero.”

“I love her. She’s definitely my role model.”

The screen then cut back to the news reporter.

“There you have it. Move over, Flash, looks like Central City has a new superhero.”

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eyeshock · 4 years

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Clingy

Prompt idea from @givethispromptatry

Carter steadied her hand as she shined the flashlight down the steps of the bomb shelter. The doors, after finally opening after much tugging on its heated handles, seemed more like an opened mouth than actual doors. Beyond the entrance were more stairs, which was only appropriate since the whole bunker was half way into the ground. Almost like a sinkhole opened and it refused to go down.

The air that seeped from the new opening wasn’t hot, like the deserts air around them so overwhelmingly was. Instead it was almost stale. Old and tired of being air.

“So?” Her cousin asked from behind her. Carter still sat in the dirt, having fallen over after pulling on the doors only to slip and opening them with all her body weight. The tools their grandmother had given her were pointless, only the shovel had done any good. “Are you going down?”

“Me?! Its your dog!” Carter scowled, coming back to the problem at hand. “If Kingston was trained he wouldn’t have run into the creepy basement! Even a leash!”

Zackary huffed, “Whatever, Bully Pits are very obedient,”

“Well, then it just shows how cruddy of an owner he has. Go! Go get him! Who knows what he could be chewing on, seriously,”

“Cart, you're the one with the flashlight. Besides, you’re coming, why else would the hag ask you to come out here and open it?”

She stared at the flashlight. Their grandmother did ask Carter to go down and check on it. See if the lights still switched on, to check the small windows near the ceiling to see if they were broken and bugs got it. She also wanted Carter to bring a box back, a suitcase sized tackle box or something.

“Fine, but once you get a hold on Kingston, get out. You two could be more damaging to it than an actual bomb. Got it?”

Zackary helped her up while nodding. Carter looked back down the concrete steps, hating the way she felt. She could feel them, the way they wanted Carter to go down there. Maybe it was her overactive imagination, maybe it was the fact the doors has been closed for 40 or 50 years, but the feeling was still there. She swallowed and momentarily second guessed coming out to the shelter.

The first step down, Carter felt nothing. The second step, still nothing. No jolt of electricity, no piercing scream. All the steps were silent. She couldn’t decide if that was reliving, because they had not other intentions, or if it was concerning, because they were still hiding the secret they had.

At the bottom, Carter found the floor to be solid concrete as well. The metal walls looked flimsy despite the strong looking foundation and support poles in every corner they could see. The walls had hundreds of object stacked against the walls; books, boxes, old timey things their grandparents must’ve wanted with them when the ‘war’ started. It never came, of course, but they left all sorts of things down in their shelter.

Baskets filled with different types of paper, a lone shelf ready to give out from the weight of dusted boxes stacked on it, cases covered by piles of blankets and bottles. Cups. Plates and a few chairs. Carter even spotted a mattress, splayed out in the corner.

“What do you think about all this crap?’

“I think it sticks, Cart.” He complained from behind her.

“Geez, for a guys, you’re really jumpy, you know that?”

“And for a feminist, that was pretty stereotypical of you,” he shot back and Carter gave an apologetic smile, “where’s my dog?”

“Call him,” she suggested as she went over to her right, shining the light onto a framed photo that sat atop a blanket. It was almost completely covered in dust, which must’ve been the reason for the stale air. The photo underneath showed a young man and town women beside him. Her grandparents?

“Huh,” she muttered out loud, “do we have a great aunt? I swear grandpa always said they were the only family living in Nevada,”

“So-” Zackary spoke from beside her, startling Carter and she jumped back.

“Sheesh! Step back, would you?! You’re so god damn clingy- stop touching me!”

Her younger cousin stepped back, hands raised like he was at gunpoint. Carter turned back to the photo, ignoring the family mystery and started searching through the other objects as Zackary called for his dog. whoever was in the photos, she could ask once they got back with the suitcase her 89 year old grandmother suddenly needed. Turning and eyeing the walls a little more carefully, she found the bunker was bigger than the roof on ground level let on. The cluttered entrance turned off to the right after several big strides, so Kingston could easily hide. He could easily break things.

Carter clenched her jaw.

“Did you find him yet? I need you out of here already,”

“If I had light this would go much faster. Do you see a switch? This place has lights, right?”

Carter looked along the wall next to the blistering doors. She smiled once she spotted a small square box.

“Yeah, lemme get it for you,” she responded and strolled up to the entrance. She looked closer and frowned. The switch was just exposed wires, no protective plastic to act as the switch. “Shit.”

Kingston barked sharply from somewhere in the shelter and Carter grit her teeth again.

“Zack!”

“I’m on it! God,” he complained, but shuffled away anyways, “here boy! King, c’mere boy.”

Carter continued to tinker with the wires. Which colors were correct? Being the oldest, she was always her dad's little handyman, but all the work she did growing up apparently didn’t pay off when it came to electrical work.

“Gosh- who’d even rip this off?” She muttered to herself. Something very gently brushed up against her side, and Carter reached the end of her rope with him.

“Hey, I told you to stop!” She snapped, not caring to turn around to scold her cousin.

Zackary sighed from the end of the untidy hall way, “You told me to stop being ‘too clingy’, so I did! Carter, chill out!”

“You’re still touching me!”

Silence, then a careful ‘wrrring’ sounded from the walls. The lights flickered and Carter laughed triumphantly.

“Got it-!”

“Carter,” Zackary said from somewhere behind her, “I’m not touching you.”

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lovehugsandcandy · 5 years

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It's Only a Game (Part 7)

A/N: This is completely AU now. There is a short epilogue after this one to wrap up the series (sorry, this one’s wicked long).

Pairing: Colt x MC

Rating: R (Swearing and violence and people getting hurt.)

Length: 5229 words

Summary: Colt has a plan to hit the Brotherhood, but at what cost?

Tags: @deimosensblog @alegria1580 @choicesarehard @thefarrari @client-327 @going-down-downtown @jolietmaraud @soniadotalves @moonlit-girl-wonder @hazah @flowerpowell @poeticscolt

Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is only for fun.

Ellie looked up from the door of the storage unit at the pair of figures heading towards them. “Wait, what is Mona doing here? And Ximena?”

Logan looked up from the lock he was struggling with. “I don’t know….”

Kaneko had them moving the cars all over the city, convinced that the cops were going to find the three cars. She felt like they had been walking and driving for hours; her feet hurt and the sweat had her hair sticking to her forehead. She just wanted to take a shower, but Kaneko kept calling.

Ximena gave a wave as she got closer. “Hi! What are you doing here?”

“We are moving the Maranello. Kaneko’s orders.”

Mona froze and, annoyed, huffed a stray stand of hair off her face. “Wait, what? We just put the Maranello in the unit by the ocean an hour ago.”

“We just got the Maranello out of that unit to go here.” Logan looked confused.

Ximena scrunched her nose. “Sweetie, we just got the GT to put in this unit.”

“But….we just put the GT in the unit off the highway.” Ellie looked around at the crew. “Maybe Kaneko is confused.��

“I don’t like this.” Mona furrowed her eyebrows.

Suddenly, Toby came up the path, whistling, spinning a pair of keys in outstretched fingers. “Hey guys! I’m here to drop the Stuttgart off.”

“What? ….But….” Ellie was trying, and failing, to keep up. “Why would you drop that car off, we already-”

Logan cut her off. “Kaneko is trying to keep us away from the garage.” Logan grabbed the keys out of Toby’s hands. “We need to go back. Now. Mona, Ximena, take the GT back. Toby, with us.” He took off down the path, back towards the street.

“What?” Ellie followed, struggling to keep up. “Why would he want us out of the garage?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t like it,” Logan led the crew past the gate and hopped into the driver’s seat of the Stuttgart, Ellie sliding in the passenger seat.

Toby folded his legs into the back seat, a tight fit in the small car. “If he wants us out, maybe we should stay out.”

“With everything going on? Not a chance.” Logan turned the key and barely waited for the back door to close before he gunned it.

~~~~~

As soon as Logan slid the key from the ignition, he slammed open the door and was out of the car like a shot. It was empty on the floor, so quiet that Ellie thought the shop was empty. Logan’s stomping footsteps echoed on the concrete as he made a beeline for the office but, before he could get there, Kaneko emerged, shutting the door tightly behind him.

“Did you finish? Are the cars away?” Kaneko half-heartedly looked at Logan; Ellie had never seen him so distracted. Usually he was calm, placidly moving through life whether he was directing multi-million dollar robberies or telling Salazar to ruin his own car. Now, he looked nervous, fingers drumming a rhythm against his good leg.

“Boss?” Logan paused, obviously noticing it too. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on is that I asked you to do a job and no one has confirmed that it is done.” Ellie stopped next to Logan and looked between them both; Kaneko’s harsh voice echoed around the floor but he didn’t look angry. He looked...concerned?

Before Ellie could put her finger on it, she heard footsteps coming up from the basement and, for a moment, it was like the rest of the crew disappeared as Colt emerged from the stairs to his room.

He looked as surprised to see her as she was to see him, stopping to stare back as she drank him in. It had been less than a week but she felt like she was looking at him for the first time, taking in the jacket, the eyes, the hair, all familiar but new.

She stepped forward. “Colt?”

Colt just stared at her and swallowed, hard. He looked trapped and his eyes cut to his dad. She took another step forward and, to her shock, he took a step backwards, away from her and the crew, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels.

“Colt?”

Colt looked past her, past the crew, face expressionless. She was about to speak again when he looked at her; she tried to see a glimpse of something, softness, recognition, anything, but it was like looking at a new person, a harder, tougher version of Colt. “I need to work on my bike.”

Ellie stared in shock as he walked by the crew, not making eye contact with anyone, and settled down next to his bike. Logan caught her eye and shrugged.

She stood, awkwardly, until Toby whistled in the background. “Okay.....”

Finally, this seemed to get a reaction out of Kaneko. “Do I pay you all to stand around? Get to work.”

With one last look, Ximena and Toby wandered away, back to the junker they were pulling part from while Kaneko walked over to his Aylesbury. Mona lingered, looking suspicious, but finally headed to the break room so only Ellie and Logan stood there. “This is weird,” he whispered.

“Maybe jail was worse than Kaneko thought it would be?”

Logan shrugged and Ellie’s eyes cut to Colt. He was on the ground, tooling with a screwdriver underneath the chassis. She nodded, resolutely. “I’m going to talk to him.”

Logan shrugged and glanced over to Colt. “Couldn’t hurt,” he muttered, rubbing her shoulder. “Good luck.”

She shot him a half-smile and headed over. Colt obviously heard her coming and tensed, but kept working on the bike. “Hey, Colt.”

He didn’t even look up. “Hi. What’s up?”

Ellie paused. “Are you ok?”

“Fine.”

Ellie waited for more but it wasn’t forthcoming. “What the hell happened to you?”

There was a clatter as the screwdriver fell to the ground and, finally, he turned to her, eyes cold. “I’m trying to fix my bike, Ellie.” He turned, grabbing a wrench off the ground, and got to work as Ellie stood there, mouth gaping.

She was frozen, staring at his back, in shock at her unceremonious dismissal. What the hell? She wanted to call him out, but it didn’t seem like the time and, honestly, she was so confused by the change in demeanor that she didn’t know what to think.

She didn’t have long to stand there, considering her next move, as the bay door opened as a car pulled in. Ellie’s heart dropped as she saw a very familiar car roll into the shop, watching in shock as he father slid out of the driver’s side. He looked worn, tired, slightly more rumpled than usual, but it was her dad, in the flesh, right in front of her. She didn’t realize how much she had missed him, really truly missed him, until that moment. Her heart ached for him. “Dad?”

Even across the room, he heard her and caught her eye. He paused, taking her in with a sharp inhale; she saw his eyes flit over her face, her new tattoo. The stared at each other, eyes speaking volumes, for a moment until he seemed to remember why he was here. He gave her a sharp shake of the head as he walked further into the garage. “Not now, Ellie.” His tone turned businesslike, cold. “Colt Kaneko? We need to talk to you. Now.”

Ellie heard a clatter, loud behind her, and Colt stood up, chucking a wrench on the ground. “What the hell, man? Seriously?”

Her dad shook his head. “Let’s go. We have some more questions for you.”

“Fuck you, I’m not going anywhere.” Colt’s eyes flitted to the detective getting out of the passenger seat and he flipped him off. “Fuck, this asshole again? Fuck you!”

Ellie had never seen this new cop before; she assumed he was her dad’s new partner. He laughed, darkly. “You thought we had fun last time, kid? You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Colt swore again and Ellie couldn’t take her eyes off him as he stomped towards the cruiser. He was absolutely furious, coiled tight, the tension in his muscles visible beneath his jacket.

Her dad stepped closer to him, reaching out. “Come on, kid, let’s go.”

“Fuck you, I already wasted three days of my life....” Her dad reached out again, arm on Colt’s forearm, but Colt shook him off, turning away, snarling. “I said fuck you.”

Her dad stepped closer again, in Colt’s space, and it was like Ellie saw it happening in slow motion. Her dad reaching out, Colt spinning, fist flying, connecting with her dad’s jaw, the flailing as her dad hit the ground. Someone was screaming and Ellie realized it was her.

She ran, sprinting to her dad’s side. The other cop beat her there and threw Colt to the ground. They were wrestling each other, swearing, the cop trying to force cuffs on Colt’s wrists, but all she could see was her dad on the ground, clutching his face.

She dropped to her knees. “Dad? Dad! Are you ok?”

He sat up, gingerly, clutching his jaw, brushing her off; she could see the red mark, bright and obvious on his jaw, where Colt’s fist had landed. It looked like it would bruise. He looked over at Colt and his partner, watching the tussle. The cop was dragging Colt up by the handcuffs around his wrists, pulling him over to the cop car.

Her dad stood, shaky, and Ellie scrambled up after him, holding onto his arm. “Dad...”

“Not NOW Ellie.” Her dad was pissed and the clipped words stung. “Get him the hell out of here. Now. I don’t even wanna be in the same car with him. Take him to the precinct.”

“You sure?” The other cop pushed Colt against the cop car while Colt glowered at him, struggling against his handcuffs.

“I can catch a ride back from patrol.” Ellie watched her dad rub his jaw and her heart broke. She couldn’t believe how far everything had gone. She couldn’t believe that the boy she.... The boy she thought she loved, the boy who... In the battle between two of the most important people in her life, she could see in stunning clarity her choice.

Balling her hands into fists, she stormed over to Colt, who was leaning against her dad’s car petulantly. She stopped in front of him and watched him still, looking at her warily. She was sure that she couldn’t keep the anger off her face.

“MY DAD?!? My DAD, Colt?!?! REALLY?!?!” She was completely losing her composure; she couldn’t stop screaming. “You fucking hit my dad?!?!”

Colt pulled back, straightening up against the car, mouth open in shock. “Ellie....”

“You asshole, you HIT MY DAD.” Her hand came out before she could think, a sharp satisfying movement, all instinct. She didn’t even realize she slapped Colt until she heard the sickening sound of her hand land on his cheek, felt the impact through her arm. She was shaking, an anger she had never felt before rearing its head. Colt looked at her, tonguing the side of his mouth where blood had started to slide down his lip.

“Ellie....” He sounded broken.

She didn’t care.

“You really are just a hothead fucking criminal, aren’t you? Fuck you.” She came at him again and was gratified to see him flinch. She stopped, putting her hand down without making contact. “MY DAD?!?!”

She could vaguely hear her dad calling her name behind her but she was consumed by her fury. She stepped closer to Colt, hissing, “I regret everything. Everything. Everything we ever did, everything..... Go fuck yourself.”

He met her eyes and pushed himself off the car, awkwardly, as if to reach for her . “Ellie....” He stopped, mouth forming words that wouldn’t come.

“Get him out of here.” Her dad had come up behind her and was talking, harsh, clipped, pissed off to the other detective.

Colt glanced at her dad and his face darkened. He looked like he was about to spout off again but the her dad’s partner grabbed his arm, stepping between them, and opening the car door. Colt struggled halfheartedly and then went limp, letting himself be dragged around, thrown in the backseat.

She watched him, watched him sit and turn to look at her. She saw his eyes narrow, the car start, and then he was gone.

Her hand were in fists, tears pricking her eyes, as Ximena walked over. “Sweetie....sweetie....” Before she knew it, she was wrapped in Ximena’s comforting hug, surrounded by her strong arms.

Ellie was trying to stop crying, sniffling to try to stop the faucet leaking off of her face, but it wasn’t working. She wasn’t sure how long she stayed there, cocooned in Ximena, but she turned as Kaneko spoke. “Do you need ice?”

Her dad was still staring out the bay of the shop, lost in thought. He turned back to Kaneko and look tired. Ellie felt tired too. “No,” he shook his head, rubbing his jaw. “I’m fine.”

Her dad and Kaneko looked at each other, watching, for so long Ellie almost intervened when finally, her dad nodded and they both started walking into Kaneko’s office. Ellie caught Logan’s eye. He looked as confused as she felt.

That confusion turned to complete bewilderment minutes later as her dad left the office, clutching his vest and a tablet. “They took a left on Manchester. The kid was right.”

Kaneko hobbled behind him, unable to keep up with her dad’s strides. “Can I come with you?”

“Sorry. No way. But I will let you know as soon as I know something, ok?” Her dad shook his head, buckling the last few straps of the vest.

Kaneko nodded and watched her dad rush out of the bay. He waited mere seconds before heading to the Alyesbury.

“Boss?” Logan stepped forward, sharing a look with Ellie. “Boss, what is going on?”

“I’ll be back.” Kaneko slid into the driver’s seat. Ellie exchanged glances with the entire crew. Everyone looked as baffled as she felt and , without a word, the entire crew converged on Kaneko’s car in unison. She pulled open the passenger door and slid in with Logan, while Toby, Mona, and Ximena shoved into the back seat.

“Get out of my-”

Logan slammed the door behind him, cutting Kaneko off. “Just drive.”

~~~~~

Ellie shifted to try and give Logan more space as they made their way through the street. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Ximena trying and failing to fit comfortably in the backseat, but no one said anything, air heavy in the car.

“Boss? Where are we going?” Logan shifted and wrapped an arm around Ellie’s shoulder. She was glad for the support; her fury had been replaced by complete confusion and she felt unmoored.

Kaneko said nothing as he drove, slowly. Ellie watched the out the window, not really seeing anything, when she realized they were taking a left on La Brea. “I know where we’re going....” she breathed out.

Logan nudged her and she looked up at his confused face. She hadn’t even realized she had spoken.

“Inglewood....we’re going to the factory, aren’t we?”

Kaneko tightened this grip on the steering wheel and said nothing.

Ellie looked at him. “Kaneko, what’s going on?”

His mouth was a grim line, pale in the darkness. “You will all stay in the car. Only I will get out.”

“Boss, are you insane?” Logan glared. “We’re a part of all this now and-”

“YOU WILL STAY IN THE CAR.” Ellie had rarely heard Kaneko raise his voice; she could see how he commanded respect in this world.

The rest of the ride was in complete silence.

~~~~~

Her dad’s patrol car was here, parked outside, another cruiser next to it. Kaneko pulled in slowly and turned off the engine. He stopped, gathering his thoughts, before turning to the crew. “It is imperative that you stay here. I won’t have you endangering my son.”

Ellie shook her head. “No, if my dad is here...”

He shook his head, violently. “Stay in the car.” He pulled open the door swinging his legs out, but grimaced as soon as they hit the gravel. Ellie shot a concerned glance to Logan and turned back to see Kaneko stumble slightly as he stood, clutching the car door.

“Boss, your leg.” Logan opened the door and hopped out, walking towards Kaneko. “You ok?”

Ellie saw her chance and slid over, quickly, placing her feet on the ground as quietly as she could. With one last glance back, she pushed off the seat and was off.

“Oh shit.” Mona’s words, a mix of amusement and awe, echoes as she sprinted to the factory and puled open the door.

The sun was setting, the glare and the shadows making it harder to see when she darted inside. It took a minute for her eyes to adjust then slowly, quietly, she made her way past machines, through fumes of gas and shards of broken glass, deeper into the building. She was peering down a hallway, trying to see if she could hear anything, when a hand on her arm made her gasp.

She whirled, fist raised, and Logan put his hands up. “Whoa....whoa whoa whoa, just me.”

“Jesus, Logan.” Her heart was pounding, heavy in her chest. “You scared me.”

“Sorry, sorry.” He shot her a lopsided smile. “Kaneko was not pleased about the stunt you pulled, so he wanted me to come get you.”

“What?” Ellie crossed her arms. “Seriously?”

Logan chuckled quietly. “Well, that’s what he wanted. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna do it. Don’t you want to find your dad?” Ellie gaped at him before she slowly smiled.

“Let’s go.” With that, he followed her, down dingy hallways, dark rooms until finally, the path opened up and they were on the factory floor. Old machines, rusted and in pieces, were scattered in a giant room. The smell of gas was stronger here and oil had spilled on the ground, looking like it had seeped out of machines eons ago. They walked through rows of machinery, dim light filtering through high windows, until finally the room opened up and they could see.

With a gasp, Logan grabbed her arm and pulled her behind a behemoth of metal, a giant contraption dusty with time and disrepair. He pointed out, deeper into the factory with a shaky hand, and Ellie felt her stomach drop as her eyes followed its path.

In the middle of the factory floor, two figures stood. Ellie had to squint for a minute before she realized she was looking at Colt and her dad’s partner. It looked like they were talking and the cop looked none too pleased at the conversation. She could tell by the tilt of his shoulders that Colt was pissed but holding himself back. His handcuffs were off and he was gesturing, all choppy movements and barely restrained fury.

She couldn’t hear what they were saying and peered around the machinery, looking for a path to move forward. Logan crouched behind her, close, looking intently out into the dark.

“We should get closer,” Ellie whispered. “I want to hear what they’re saying.”

Logan’s eyes widened. “I’m not sure that’s a great idea. Besides, look....”

He gestured through the dark and, once Ellie saw it, her heart dropped. Her dad was crouching though the darkness, bullet-proof vest on, gun out. He was headed towards Colt cautiously. “Why does he have his gun out? Colt’s not armed.”

She and Logan looked at each other for a beat. Her eyes widened and Logan’s mouth dropped. “The other cop is armed.”

Ellie turned and it seemed like everything happened in an instant. The detective pulled a gun and Colt stepped back. Her dad emerged from the darkness, moving fast, but was it fast enough? Gun shots. One? Two? How many? What happened, other than her heart stopping, throat closing, Logan gasping, a yell.

She blinked and stood, blinking again. The air smelled of smoke, overpowering the gasoline fumes. It was making Ellie dizzy.

She blinked, looked, and screamed.

Her dad was cuffing the other detective, grappling on the ground. It looked like her dad had aimed true, as the detective was bleeding from a leg wound, the bullet tearing a hole through this uniform pants.

But Colt. Colt was on the ground.

She screamed again and ran, sprinted and fell to the ground next to him, landing hard on the concrete floor. Her dad was trying to read Miranda rights in the background but she couldn’t hear, couldn’t think, could only see Colt clutching his arm, face a grimace of pain. There was blood, a lot of blood, and it was still coming, pooling through his fingers to flow onto the factory floor.

“You have the right to remain silent.” Her dad was behind her but she couldn’t think, could only watch the blood pooling and flowing. How much blood could one person lose?

Logan crouched down next to Colt and, thankfully, wasn’t as frozen as Ellie. He ripped off his jacket, ripping and tearing until a sleeve came off. “Move,” he pushed Colt’s arm up, straight into the air, wrapping it up, trying to stop the bleeding.

“Fuck.” Colt was pale, eyes glazed over. Ellie grabbed his hand, slick with blood, and held on, tight, but he didn’t react, didn’t register the movement.

“Shots fired. Victim down. Officer down. We need two buses, stat.”

“Colt?”

Logan grimaced. “I think it hit an artery.”

Colt finally turned, eyes out of focus, face pale, looking over her shoulder. ”I’m sorry....I’m sorry about your jaw.”

Ellie looked up to watch her dad shake his head, tears in his eyes, swallowing hard. “You did good, kid. You did good.”

Colt’s eyes met hers then, hazy and unfocused. He smiled, squeezing her hand, his eyes never leaving hers until his lashes fluttered and then stilled as his eyes closed and Ellie screamed.

~~~~~~

“I’m going with him.” She was numb. She watched the paramedics load the stretcher into the ambulance, red lights flashing patterns against the wall. They had come quickly, sirens screaming into the night, but she didn’t know if it would be quick enough. The pallor on her dad’s face told her that he wasn’t sure either.

“Are you related?” The paramedic stared at her, harsh. She wondered how many gun shots she had seen, how many friends and family members she had to deal with on rides just like this one.

“No but-”

“I’m his father. I’m going. She’s coming.” Kaneko climbed in the back, following the stretcher, leg limping behind him as he settled in.

The paramedic rolled her eyes, but acquiesced with a nod of her head.

She went to follow, but her day stopped her with a hand on her wrist, looking at her. “I need to go with Foley. See you at the hospital?” She nodded and, before she knew what was happening, he wrapped her in a hug. “See you soon, pumpkin.”

With that, he kissed her on the forehead and she nodded, climbing up, into the back of the ambulance, settling on top of a first aid kit, a makeshift seat in the crowded vehicle. The paramedic shut the door and, minutes later, siren again blazing, they were off.

She leaned forward, looking at Colt, careful not to get in the way of the paramedic currently working on him. He hadn’t awoken and his skin hadn’t regained any color, dark circles under his eyes adding to the surreal scene in front of her. He looked dead. She was so used to action and reaction from Colt, whether it was a smirk or a glare or a smart comment, generally something self-assured, something cocky, something that make her heart melt; to see him like this, still and immobile, she had to focus on not vomiting.

“Do you know his blood type?” The paramedic broke into her reverie, looking at Kaneko.

He at least had the sense to look ashamed. “I do not.”

The paramedic shrugged, turning back to his cooler to grab a blood bag. Kaneko looked at his hands.

“Kaneko?” Ellie turned to him. It didn’t look like his thoughts were taking him anywhere pleasant. “What happened back there?”

He let out a sigh, long, loud, and slouched down. “It was Colt’s plan.”

“What was Colt’s plan?”

“The other detective, the one your dad shot....he was in The Brotherhood.” Kaneko looked at her as she tried to process. “He is the contact who you saw meeting with me after the Grapevine job.”

Ellie’s mind whirled. “We barely saw him, it was so dark.”

“Colt recognized his voice and came up with this plan.”

“The plan was to get shot?!?” She couldn’t keep the tremor out of her voice. She watched the paramedic give Colt blood, watched it draining into his arm. They had stopped the bleeding, but she could still see the pool of red on the factory floor behind her eyelids.

“The plan was to get him alone.”

Ellie thought for a second. “...he needed to somehow separate him, away from other cops.”

Kaneko nodded, dull eyes trained on his son. “Your dad helped with that part. Create a diversion where your dad could follow from a distance, get him in the car alone, get him talking....”

“My dad wanted a confession, didn’t he?” Ellie’s eyes widened. “He wore a wire.”

“We didn’t know how many people were involved, didn’t know if there were other dirty cops.” Kaneko shook his head. “This was too dangerous, but Colt insisted.”

Ellie turned back to Colt, still and quiet. The paramedic was getting another bag of blood ready. “Of course he did....”

The ambulance slowed and the siren turned off. “Almost there folks,” the paramedic called, hooking up the second bag.

Kaneko turned to her. “He didn’t want you there. He didn’t want you there for this.”

Ellie felt the tears prick her eyes. “Of course not...” He knew how she would react, seeing him assault her dad. He knew. And now all she could do was replay their last interaction in her head, the things she said to him, the slap, all echoing.

The ambulance stopped and, seconds later, the doors open, a flurry of activity outside. People, nurses, doctors, she couldn’t even tell, pulling the stretcher out, moving, through the ER doors.

She followed with Kaneko, trying to keep up, but it was pointless. They were moving too fast, Kaneko still hobbling. She watched them go through a set of double doors, wheels squeaking as they sped away.

“Mr. Kaneko?” A receptionist walked over to them, clipboard in hand. “Can I see you at Registration?”

Kaneko gave her one last look and patted her shoulder, twice, before turning away. “Of course.”

Ellie stood alone, awkwardly, in the ER waiting room, taking in the drab walls, the worn carpet, the fish tank. Finally, with leaden legs, she walked over to a chair, fell into it, and started to sob.

~~~~~

A week later....

The walk down to Colt’s room took forever as Ellie dragged her feet. It felt like ages since she had been down here, like another lifetime had happened in between then and now. She remembered how excited and nervous she was last time; now, all she felt was sadness.

She knocked a few times and was about to turn the handle when Colt pulled open the door, blinking against the light. He was disheveled, pajama pants low, exposing a tempting patch of skin near his hips. Ellie quickly averted her eyes; she had to stay focused.

Colt’s face fell as he caught sight of the expression on her face. “Hi. Uhhh....” He brought a hand up to his head, smoothing down his mussed hair. ”Come in.”

Ellie walked in, slowly, taking in the familiar surroundings. “Hey.” She took a deep breath, turning to him as he closed the door behind her. “I wanted to let you know that I am going home. I’m going back to my dad.”

Colt nodded, wary. “Okay. Okay, that’s....I’m glad you two talked.”

“Yeah....” Ellie bit her lip before continuing. “So, I just wanted to say goodbye.”

She saw his eyes widen as he looked her over, bag over her shoulder and steel in her eyes. “....You’re not coming back, are you?”

“No,” Her eyes dropped to his feet. “I’m not.”

He took a step forward. “Ellie....”

“This life isn’t for me. Not anymore. I can’t do this.” Finally, her voice was steady enough that she could meet his eyes. “I’m out, Colt.”

“You don’t have to cut us all out. You don’t have to work-”

“I can’t do this, Colt!” She didn’t mean to raise her voice, but this was harder than she anticipated. Colt looked broken in front of her, face falling, bandage covering his arm. Tears started flowing down her cheeks, only a few at first. “I can’t do this.”

“What if we-”

The tears were coming faster. Shit. “This is insane. It always was and I got so caught up with the adventure, with you.” She shook her head, frowning darkly. “I got so caught up and I need to get out.”

“What if-”

“I SAW YOU BLEEDING OUT COLT!” She was full-on crying now, heaving sobs escaping her lungs. She saw him freeze, jaw slackening as he took her in. Ellie looked at the floor and continued, quieter. Neither her words nor her tears would stop now. “You could have died. I was right there and you were bleeding and it wouldn’t stop and I couldn’t do anything about it. Do you know what it’s like, to be completely powerless, watching someone pass out and not knowing if they would ever wake up again? I thought you were going to die.”

“Ellie....” he was rubbing his left arm, near the bandage, the memory of that awful night. Would he have a scar? Probably, right? She assumed that bullet wounds left lasting scars. She also thought the scars would be limited to people who were shot, but she knew she wouldn’t be the same either. “Ellie, I’m ok.”

“And next time? The next time?” Ellie looked down, shaking her head. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Colt paused, considering. “What if I went back to school?”

Ellie stopped. Of all the possible options, she hadn’t thought of that one. “I don’t know....” She thought. “Would you? Make that decision? And leave this life? Would you really do that?”

The look on his face gave her all the answer she needed.

She laughed, darkly, stepping closer. All she wanted was one last look. One last time, to study the curve of his jaw, the light in his eyes. She was so close she could hear him breathing, steady in the quiet room. He put his hand to her cheek, so careful; little did he know she was already broken. One last kiss, slowly kissing his top lip, bottom lip, watching his eyelashes flutter as he looked down at her.

“Goodbye, Colt.” She brushed by him, the thud of the door final behind her as she headed back to her car.

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A Family: Part 2.

So this story is set in the past but not in the 80s. I think phones could send videos over message in 2003? So let's say that

Larry and I made our way back into the apartment finding Lisa starting dinner. Hearing us come in she turned around a warm sympathetic smile on her face. "So what's the verdict?" She asked. The two of us walked up to her Larry's arm still around my shoulders. "I think were gonna have and raise the baby." I breathed out feeling Larry squeeze my shoulder in support. "I'm sorry mom we were always careful I promise." Larry said letting go of my shoulder. Lisa wrapped her arms around both of us. "Its ok. What matters now Is that the baby is taken care of and has a family that loves them." She smiled.

When we pulled away from the hug Lisa light smacked Larry on the back of the head. "However that's for not talking to me about any of this." She Said jokingly making both Larry and I laugh. "Oh and (y/n) dear I called your parents and convinced them to come over tonight so we can all talk." She continued before turning around to return to cooking. I sighed taking a deep breath. Larry gave me a reassuring smile and the two of us helped Lisa cook.

Soon enough Ash, Todd, Neil, Chug, Maple, Sal, Henry, and my parents had all joined us. The whole group sat around the coffee table eating the spagheti and meatballs that Lisa had prepared. Everyone was laughing and talking genuinely having a good time. Everyone except my parents who were just kind of listening to something Henry was saying. "I'm gonna go grab some more water." My mother said excusingherself. "I guess I should grab dessert. Larry dear you want to clean up the plates?" Lisa asked getting up from the table and following my mom who had an annoyed look on her face. "I'll help." I smiled getting up.

Larry and I started collecting dishes before entering the kitchen with our moms. Lisa was putting the finishing touch on a pie. Larry started to wash off the dishes as I scraped the food into the trash. "(Y/n) do you have your keys with you? I left something back in the apartment." My mother asked. "Yeah they're in my bag in the living room." I explained beginning to dry the dishes Larry was washing.

My mom walked into the living room and a few minutes I heard her yell my name. Larry, Lisa, and I turned around with the same expression on our faces. "(Y/n) where'd you leave the test?" Larry asked. I frowned pushing the door open to see my parents arguing the pregnancy test in her hand.

"You're pregnant?" My mom asked angrily. "Y-yes I am." I said timidly. "How could you be so stupid? How many times have we had this conversation?" She yelled her face practically as red as a tomato. "This isn't her fault. We didnt mean for it to happen." Larry spoke up wrapping his arm around my shoulders again. "He's the father?! I knew we shouldn't have let you come over here so much!" My mother yelled.

"Now Mrs. (Y/l/n) there's no reason to yell. Lets sit down and talk about rationally." Lisa said calmly. "Dont tell me to be rational! Because of your negligence my daughter is pregnant!" She yelled back. "Mom this isn't Lisa's fault just please calm down." I responded making my mom glare towards me."You're dead punk!" My dad yelled running towards Larry. Larry dodged running out of the way. Henry got up trying to hold my father back.

"We're getting this taken care of tomorrow!" My mother insisted. "Mom we're keeping the baby. I know it's probably not the smartest choice but we're not comfortable giving it away and I dont want to abort it." I explained standing in front of Larry. Both of my parents were fuming. "You don't get to make that call you're only sixteen!" My father shouted. "Let's go (Y/n) now. We need to go home talk about this just the three of us." My mom insisted. I shook my head now noticing the tears that were falling down my cheeks. "Mom Larry is just as much a part of this!" I tried to insist. "I don't care our family needs to talk this over now. " my father insisted. I knew it was no use arguing so I turned and hugged Larry. He hugged me tightly in return before pulling away a couple inches."Its ok just talk to them and explain things. Text me after." He said kissing my forehead while pressing a hand on my belly. I smiled and was dragged out of the apartment by my parents.

When we got back to ours they practically threw me onto to couch. My father went into the kitchen where I couldn't see him and my mother stayed to lecture me.

"Are you crazy what were you thinking?"

"I didn't do it on purpose mom. And I got lucky that its Larry's I mean he wants to be there for both of us."

"You are not having that punk stoner's baby. He'll run out and leave you both behind just like Jim did to him and Lisa!"

"He wouldn't do that!"

"Really? Because it sounds like you two aren't even together as it is. You think that's suddenly gonna change now that you have his spawn growing inside you? And if it does do you really want him to love you out of obligation?"

"Larry isn't like that mom!"

She let out a bitter laugh shaking her head. Although I knew she was just trying to get to me the word obligation spun around my head. She had a point Larry and I weren't even dating. My father reentered the room handing me a cup of tea. "Drink that its Addison tea. It sounds like we all need to take a deep breath." He explained. I took a deep breath and sipped the warm comforting liquid. My parents continued to talk to me about how abortion would be the best option for me. "We have a very powerful friend that could pay for the doctor to come to his house and take for it. The whole thing would take less than 2 hours." My father explained. I continued sipping my tea not really listening to what they were saying. I knew what I wanted.

As i listened to their speech I felt my eyes getting heavier like I was suddenly really tired. I tried to speak but couldn't. My vision was going dark and I could feel my body slipping onto the couch. "We're going to fix this." I heard my father say before I lost consciousness.

-Larry's pov-

I paced around my room for what felt like the millionth time once again checking the time. "She'll message you dear give it time. They have a lot to discuss." My mom said trying to comfort me. I sighed sitting on the couch running my hands through my hair. "But they were so mad when they left what if they do something to her or try to send her somewhere. I have a bad feeling about this." I ranted biting my lip anxiously. My mom smiled at me sympathetically as she went into the kitchen to make something to drink.

I checked my phone again, still no message. Something was wrong I knew it. A distant sound coming from my room made me jump, it sounded like my walkie. I ran into my room grabbing the device to hear Sal's voice on the other end.

"Larry! Pick up man hurry!"

"Sal what's wrong dude?"

"Its (y/n) I'm pretty sure I just saw her parents sneaking out her unconscious body. If we hurry we can still catch them!"

"Fuck ok hang on! Make sure they dont leave!"

I grabbed my red hoodie and barely stepped into my shoes rubbing out into the living room. "Mom I need to borrow the truck! (Y/n)'s in danger!" I yelled grabbing my moms keys. "What? What happened? She asked confused. "No time to explain have to save her!" I called out running out of the apartment. I met with Sal in the parking lot who was ducking behind the truck.

I could see (y/n)'s parents getting into his work van and it looked like she was in the backseat passed out. "What the fuck did they do to her?" I growled under my breath. Sal and I quietly climbed into the truck waiting for them to pull out of the lot before starting after them. There was only a car between us so hopefully they couldn't see us. My fingers were pale white as I gripped the steering wheel tightly. "I swear to god if they hurt her or my baby." I growled suddenly feeling immensely angry that they were taking her.

"It'll be ok Larry we'll save her." Sal tries to assure me putting his small cold hand on my shoulder. I nodded letting out a shaky angry breath. We weren't driving for very long in fact it was a really short drive which all though it isn't uncommon in Knockfell still surprised me. "They pulled into the church." Sal pointed out as the van pulled up behind the church. "Why would they bring her here? I mean you can't pray away being pregnant." I said confused pulling the truck into the front parking lot. Sal sent a text to Henry and my mom letting them know where we were and send help.

The two of us carefully climbed out of the vehicle sneaking into the building. The main hall and service room were both empty but we began to hear some noise from the basement. We crept closer to the top the of the stair case hidden behind the doors. We could see (y/n) laying on a metal table with a machine hooked to her and her arms secured to the table. Her mother was standing by her head soothing her hair back. A man dressed as a doctor was standing in the corner working on some tool while Mr. (Y/l/n) and a man I couldn't place were talking. Sal took out his phone from his pocket and began recording.

"Thank you for your help. We didnt know who else could fix this problem."

"You came to the right place. Many young sinners have been helped in this basement."

"So no one will know what took place here tonight?"

"No. I understand that this choice is just as much against the bible as premarital sex but this community does not need a teen mom walking around especially not carrying the spawn of that Johnson boy."

"Thank you father Phelps. We dont know where we went so wrong with her."

"Let us pray now before Doctor Victor performs the opperation."

Sal and I turned to look at each other shocked and horrified. "Father Phelps that's Travis's dad the preacher." Sal pointed out. I nodded in response. Sal sent the video clearly showing father Phelps with (y/n) in the background, to Ash briefly explaining what to do if we didnt call her in an hour. We were about to creep down when a hand touched my shoulder. I jumped spinning around to see my mom and Henry. The four of us walked down into the basement just in time for their prayer to finish.

"Let her go!" I shouted startling the group. "This isn't any of your business child. The world does not need another Johnson child in world. Especially not one parented by two children." Father Phelps explained motioning for the doctor. "Mrs. (Y/l/n) you know she doesn't want this why are you forcing her to do this?" My mom asked taken back by their cruelty. "Stay out of this Lisa. This wouldnt have happened if she hadn't been around your deliquant son." Her mother spat.

"We're going to solve this problem before it becomes a problem so if you don't mind I'm going to have the doctor begin." Mr. Phelps said snapping his fingers towards (y/n)'s unconscious body. The doctor grabbed a large needle moving towards (y/n). "Don't you fucking touch her!" I yelled running to her side. Her father grabbed a hold of my arms trying to pull me away. Henry tried to go to my aide but was stopped by father Phelps. "Wait! I have footage of you standing in front of (y/n). I've already sent it to some friends of mine and told them if they didnt hear from us in an hour to send it to everyone in town. I dont think it would be good for the community to see the preacher committing such an act." Sal threatened showing the clip on his phone.

Phelps glared at Sal staring into his eyes threateningly. "Are you threatening me boy?" The older man growled. Sal stood strong. I continued to struggle against (y/n)'s father and my mom tried to stand in between (y/n) and the doctor while arguing with her mother. "Do you really think they'll believe the town freak over me?" He scoffed.

"L-larry?" I heard (y/n)'s timid voice call from the table. I yanked myself from the man's arms ran to her side. "Its ok baby . I'm here. I'm not gonna let them hurt either of you, I promise." I assured her placing a kiss on her forehead. "Now that you're awake I'm sorry to say this will hurt a lot more than it would have." The doctor said filling the large needle with a weird looking dark red liquid. "Normally noone would believe me you're right, but the whole school already knows (y/n) is pregnant. If you do this the whole town will know that she got rid of it and that Father Phelps knew it happened. Let Larry and Lisa take her home and you can still get out of this." Sal said being the more logical friend. "That's right one of the girls heard me talking about it in the gym locker room with Ash the next thing we knew everyone was talking about it."( y/n) said weakly. "I'm sorry Mr. (Y/l/n) if it's already out theres nothing I can do. But this isn't over, you young sinners are going to get what's coming." Father Phelps said signaling to the doctor who cleaned up his bag of tools and followed the preacher out.

"I've had enough of this if he won't take care of it then I will! Her father yelled grabbing the needle which had left behind as well as a knife had. I stood in front of her glaring down at the cruel man in front of us. He lunged forward with the knife and I moved to tack him. The knife caught my arm but we both fell to the floor. He kicked me off him before grabbing for the knife again. "You hurt either of them and I swear to god!" I shouted.

"What's it gonna be parents of a pregnant girl who kicked her out or parents of someone who the whole town thinks is a murderer?" Sal asked looking between both parents. "Phelps will throw you under the bus to protect himself so dont think he can protect you." Henry added. "Let's just go (fathers name)." Mrs. (Y/l/n) said grabbing her husband's arm. "You're gonna regret this Johnson. I'll make sure of it." He spat before the two exited the church.

I turned to (y/n) and began helping my mom remove the restraints. The second her arms were free (y/n) hugged onto me still shaking. "Thank you." She kept repeating as she hid her face in shoulder. I could feel her soft tears hitting my skin. I held her tightly trying to soothe her. "Its ok you're safe now. I'm not gonna let them hurt either of you." I promised before pulling away from the hug. I slipped off my hoodie and helped her put it on.

"We should take her to the doctor make sure whatever they gave her didn't harm the baby." My mom pointed out. I nodded putting an arm around (y/n)'s back and the other under her legs. She smiled her beautiful smile wrapping her arms around my neck. I lifted her off the table following the others out. We decided that Henry was gonna take Sal home and mom and I would take (y/n) to the doctor. I thanked Sal and (y/n) gave him a weak hug thanking him well before they drove off. Mom drove the truck while I sat in the passenger seat (y/n) in between us but mostly on my lap. "Thank you guys so much. You literally saved me. But father Phelps is probably going to be after you all now." She said in a quiet almost guilty voice.

"Hey you're family there was no way in hell we were letting them hurt either of you." My mom assured her. "And fuck father Phelps. After what he tried to do to you hes lucky I'm not after him now." I said with an angry tone. (Y/n) cuddled more into my side making me wrap my arms around her. "I'm gonna protect both of you (y/n) I promise." I told her kissing her forehead. My mom smirked at me as we we pulled into the hospital parking lot.

With the exception of dirty looks from several nurses the checkup went fine, both my girl and my baby were ok. The minute the doctor said those words out loud I let out a breath I didnt even know I was holding. "Thank God." My mom breathed out. "Just take her home and let her sleep off the drug. And make sure she stays hydrated." The doctor told me before leaving the room. My mom walked out to ask a couple last questions while I helped (y/n) get dressed.

"Larry there's something I think we should talk about."

"Sure what's up?"

"I know were were just screwing for a bit of fun but now that there's a baby what do you want to do about us? I mean please don't feel obligated to be with me because I'm carrying your child. I really dont want that I just figured we should probably talk about it."

"Of course I want to be with you. And it has nothing to do with obligation. I've liked you for a long time. When we were really drunk and slept together the first time I thought I'd finally be brave enough to ask you out but then the next morning you offered to just be friends with benefits so I chickened out and agreed. I wanted you not just someone to fuck."

She smiled brightly at me hugging me tightly. "I take it you'll be my girlfriend then?" I joked laughing making her giggle and nod into my shoulder. "Well baby mama slash girlfriend." I teased making her lightly shove my shoulder. I helped her down from the table and kept my arm around her as she wobbly walked out into the waiting room where we found mom by the doors. "Let's get home and get some rest it's been a long day." She smiled warmly. We climbed back into the truck and we'd barely pulled out of the parking lot before (y/n) was dozing off on my shoulder.

"So have you guys talked about your relationship at all? I mean it's going to be effected by the baby."

"Yeah actually we just had that talk. I want her to be my girlfriend. I mean I've pretty much been in love with her since I met her."

"You love her?"

"Shit I mean yeah I guess I do. Yeah i love her. Although I should probably take her on a real date before I tell her that."

"Well I guess since shes already pregnant it would be ok if she moves into your room with you. Just please try to cool it Lar Bear."

"Ok mom I will and thanks for letting her stay."

"Even though I'm way too young to be a grandmother it will be nice to have a baby around the apartment again."

"I hope I can be the kind of father this baby deserves. Not like I have very much to go off of."

"You're not your father sweet heart. You're already doing a great job. But in speaking of fathers I do think you and Sal should go pick up her clothes and stuff tomorrow. She shouldn't go back there alone."

"Hell no shes not going back there alone. They arent going anywhere near her or our baby."

Pretty soon we were back at the apartments and I had gotten (y/n) inside and on my bed. I replaced her skinny jeans with a pair of my sweatpants that could be tightened on her waist. The legs hung loosely on her but at least she was comfortable. I laid next to her in bed holding her while tracing my fingers across her belly.

"I'm not gonna let anything happen to either of you kid I promise. And I'm gonna stick around and be there for you. You're not gonna grow up without a dad like I did."

~Lex💛

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heyhowdyhellohi · 6 years

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Girl Trouble

Pairing: Peter Parker x Dad! Tony Stark

NOT ROMANTIC, just Stark being fatherly

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Warning: Language

“Kid!” Tony shouted, shoving him out of the way to reach for a thin metal tool for bonding tiny copper wires together, and expertly maneuvering it so the gadget he was working on wouldn’t explode. Peter was supposed to be his assistant in this little project. “Where’s your head, kid? I asked for your help, I need you to be here, 100%. You hear me?”

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark! It won’t happen again. I swear, sir. I’m so sorry.” Peter tripped over himself to apologize, feeling even more shitty for disappointing his mentor on top of everything else.

“Just... pass me the clamp, okay?” Tony reached his hand out, the softening of his voice hinting that Peter’s forgiven.

“Of course, sir.” Peter placed the small rubber contraption into Tony’s calloused hand. “Uh, can I ask a question, Mr. Stark?”

“You just did.” Tony said mockingly, possibly ironically but Peter couldn’t be sure. So, Tony worked on in silence for a bit before he sighed and gave Peter a bitch-face over his shoulder, eye brows raised to prompt his question.

“Oh, sorry, sir. Uh, I was just wondering, uh, why are you building a toaster?” Peter scratched the back of his neck and tried (and failed) not to look as bashful as he felt.

“Peter, I already explained this to you. This morning the toaster burned my toast. So, I’ve made it my mission to make the perfect toaster. A toaster that gets it right every time,” Tony vocalized as if it was the most logical thought process ever. “Never underestimate the importance of a good toaster.”

“Oh, right, of course,” Peter said, not sounding very convinced at all.

“What?” Tony said, completely entranced in a seemingly intricate procedure with copper wires within the Stark Toaster TM.

“Well, it’s just... couldn’t you just buy a new toaster, sir? If you’re so unhappy with the one you currently have?” Peter inserted. “And, do you really need me to be here? Don’t your robots usually fetch tools for you? I should be patrolling right now.”

“Kid...” Tony put his tools down and faced him on his little work stool. In that pause, Tony thought of explaining to him that building things and taking on projects is how he deals with his anxiety, or that he wanted to start with a simple, impossible to screw up project before starting to teach Peter how to work with bigger more complex technology, or how when he was just a kid his father fixed up an old toaster with him and it’s one of the best memories he has with his dad. Instead, Tony says, “It’s a girl isn’t it?”

“What!? No!? No, no, no, no, no. What? Why would..? What?” Peter pulls a ridiculous face and tries to convince Tony that nothing is wrong.

“How have you been able to keep the Spider-Man secret? Oh, wait. You haven’t. Literally everyone in your life knows you’re Spider-Man.” Tony, perpetually sarcastic, turns back to his toaster.

“Okay, there’s a girl.” Peter hangs his head and stares as his fingers. It’s hot in the basement lab all of a sudden. Did his hoodie shrink while he was wearing it?

“So, ask her out.” Tony said, snapping his fingers. Peter rushed to the sleek metal table with all the tools laid out, but a robot beat him to it and extended some tweezer-like things to Tony.

“Sorry,” Peter apologized... to a robot. “It’s just not that simple, sir.” Peter stood and walked around the lab a bit, understanding that he’s no longer needed.

“Would you ask her out if it was?” Tony challenged.

“Yes! Maybe. If, like, the right moment came around.” Peter defended himself, puffing out his chest to try to seem braver or bigger or something. “But that’s not the problem.”

“Enlighten me, Peter.” Tony said, still concentrated in his work.

“She’s... I’m not her type,” Peter sighed awkwardly, fiddling with his hands.

“C’mon, kid. Have I taught you nothing? Girls never think the scrawny, smart guy is her type, at first-”

“Uh, no, Mr. Stark. First of all, nerd culture is very popular now-a-days, basically taking over pop-culture. Second of all, that’s... not the problem.” Peter struggled again, picking at the graphic on his t-shirt.

“For Thor’s sake, spit it out, then. We don’t have all night. May says your curfew is 6.”

“My curfew isn’t until 9, actually.” Peter corrected.

“Ooh, what a rebel.” Tony rolled his eyes. “Are you gonna tell me what the problem is or are you just gonna keep stalling?”

Peter didn’t say anything for a long time, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his hoodie and scuffing his shoes on the floor. “She’s into girls. I mean, not that I don’t totally support it. I do! 20GayTeen, I’m all about pride, and I’m really happy for her that she knows who she is and-”

“Peter, you don’t need to prove to me that you’re not a thick-skulled bigot. I know you.” Tony kept working for a few seconds before he put his tools down and faced Peter with a sigh. “That’s a tough situation. Are you sure she’s only into girls or are you assuming?”

“I’m sure.” Peter nodded, wishing the concrete would swallow him up and he wouldn’t have to have this conversation or feel this way.

“And you really like this girl?” Tony crossed his arms over his chest and gave his full attention to Peter.

“Yeah. She’s awesome. I can’t even pin-point it. She’s just great. There’s this dynamic between us, like we understand each other without words.” Peter flustered as he realized what he had just confessed to his literal idol. But Tony didn’t judge him.

Stark nodded solemnly a bit before he turned back to his work. “Seems like you’ve found one hell of a friend. That’s not so bad.”

“Yeah. I know. I just... I know.” Peter pulled the hoodie over his head and played with the strings, getting them exactly even before messing them up and evening them out again.

“Give yourself some time to get over it and just try to be happy that you have an awesome new friend.” Tony shrugged. “Pepper would say to talk to her and tell her how you feel. Pepper’s smart like that. If this girl’s really your friend, she won’t mind and you’ll feel a lot better when it’s out in the open.”

Peter nodded a bit petulantly as he continued to sulk.

“Are you too distracted to patrol tonight?” Tony asked.

“No! I can put this aside, sir. No problem. My feelings do not get in the way of my responsibilities as a hero.” Peter shoved the hoodie from his head and puffed his chest out again. Somehow it just made him look younger.

“Take the day off. Spare May the heart attack. Can you do that, kid?” Tony peered at him, arms crossed over his chest, trying his best to look responsible and authoritative and kind. He looked more like he was trying to hold in a burp.

Peter sighed and nodded. “Yes, Mr. Stark,” he said, feeling a tightness in his chest.

Tony thought of saying, ‘Kid, you have responsibilities to yourself too. You’re just a kid and if you’re not feeling your best and you go out there, you’re putting yourself and others at risk. You need to take care of yourself. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.’ but instead he made the door of the lab open with a pre-programmed hand signal and he turned back to his work.

#dad!tony #peter parker #spider-man #iron man #dad moments #tony stark

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wonderhevrts · 6 years

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Daz Games sentence meme !

Daz plays Until Dawn #1

Collected the best bits of Daz Black playing Until Dawn -game. On the first part are sentences from #1-#5. More sentences under Read More. Feel free to change the pronouns !

click here for #2 !!

"If that is the case, then we should really eliminate all butterflies."

"Oh Jesus Christ i'm gonna get everyone killed."

"Cabin in the woods type of deal.."

"I like hot girls in cabins."

"Oh man, what a slimeball."

"Oh man, bitch alone in the woods.."

"I wouldn't actually be out here! I'd be at home! With a cup of tea!"

"Oooh a reindeer!"

"Holy shitballs and deers!"

"Don't say hello. Stop it. You don't want an answer."

"For Christ sake bitch, i'm wearing my new Yeti boots and you are really pissing me off!"

"No you're not, you just.. You just wanted the D."

"Oh, you lost your phone. What's gonna happen to your Twitter account now?"

"Are they dead? Yeah, they're pretty fucking dead."

"What a bad start.. I'm a monster!"

"You're gonna ruin your fancy-as-shit jacket, bitch!"

"Oh my god, you did not listen to me!"

"Don't have time to be feeding squirrels."

"That is really really odd, i'm not even joking. Haha, and i've been to several strip-bars this week."

"____, I'm gonna throw you off the cliff!"

"Yeah, it's his penis."

"We're gonna shoot some shit? I can do this! Right?"

"Catch some zzz's brah!"

"Bra-strap effect!"

"____! You're dead first, if i get the choice!"

"I'm still gonna punch you."

"AAAAHH! Why!? Such a dick!!"

"Nail his arse!"

"Hahahaa! Having so much fun before we all die!"

"Hah! You ain't getting any of this booty!"

"We know what's going on! We know he was just out there caressing his ex!"

"You dick.."

"I'm gonna be nervous if you keep smacking the table like that."

"You creep me out."

"I'm not coming out with you on a Friday then."

"I'm not paying you next time. I hope you know that."

"No you know what, screw it. I'm gonna ask her out. No no no, not now. Later, later."

"Oh god, why do we gotta walk so slow?"

"That's a bit worrying.. I mean i'd take one look at that and i'd be gone."

"Ready for senior prom.. No, they weren't. They perished."

"Ooohh-whee.. I thought that was a person.." *nervous laughter*

"I completely wasted time, coming down here!"

"Is that jacuzzi-tub?? I'm so getting in there!"

"Oh yeah, he saw the two hugging. Shit's gonna go down."

"I'd dump her, there and then!"

"Oh yeah, selfies!"

"God, everything with these guys is just about sex, isn't it.. It's never about anything else."

"Just keep the torch on the booty."

"Uhh, totally bitch. That's where we're going. You think i'd be out here for any other reason? Oh my god.."

"Did that happen in the shed?? Fuck that, i'm not going in there!"

"Fuck me, sideways, now.."

"Well, your music taste sucks, that's one thing."

"Where is this cabin? Who built it out here? Are they stupid?"

"Fucking CHINA heard that!"

"Could've gone back to the other cabin but noooo.. No, now we're in a mine."

"I didn't do that deliberately, i swear!"

"Four times now, we've nearly died."

"Why are we out here? Why are they putting us all the way out here?"

"This is so unfair. If my friends did this to me, i'd beat the shit out of them."

"Man these two need to relax and have a cold shower."

"A fucking owl in my ear!!"

"Shitballs! Shitballs!"

"I once saw my dad fix a pipe. So i can fix a pipe. I'm super plumber blonde lady!"

"Whenever you're in a cabin, it doesn't matter what noise it is, it's always the killer!"

"Yeah great, thanks. I really need company going into the basement of the big spooky house with no power and the killer outside."

"Oh yes. All this for a bath."

"I've never ever had this tense feeling from holding a torch before!"

"That was not funny! That scared the shit out of me!"

"Can we please just get to the cabin, that apparently, is the same distance that Frodo walked to Mordor!?"

"Don't make me feel bad, you shit."

"I'm obviously not paying you enough, if that's how you decorate your office."

"There's a meat hook by your window, sir. And your curtains are shredded."

"We're doing an Ouija board??"

"She just screamed, did you wanna hurry??"

"Take your time. Probably only being murdered.."

"I don't understand, why is there a mask just floating in the air in there?"

"____, when i find you, i'm gonna FUCKING MURDER YOUR FACE!!"

"So funny, love. Haha. You're dumped."

"We've been walking for what seems like a day!"

"No, don't antagonize it!"

"Why are all the deers arseholes??"

"I mean i love my friends and all, but i'm not out here to do this."

"I'm starting to think that there really is not-- Wait a minute, that looks like a cabin."

"That's not a fucking cabin, that's a shed!! It's got holes in it!"

"Well. I give it precisely an hour tops, before someone pulls my pants down and does stuff against my will."

"No, lets scare her, that bitch. She deserves it for what she did to me."

"Meathooks! Hanging from the ceiling! That means i'm going this way! Bye!"

"I'm gonna find a deer, in real life and i'm gonna punch it in the THROAT!"

"What is it with the deer out here!? No wonder people shoot them!"

"Serves you right for being a DICK!"

"Comfort it?? It's got half of it's neck missing!"

"There there, it's okay deer, it's fine. You're gonna die, but it's fine."

"They said that in the Jurassic Park about the Raptors."

"I'll sit on your head!"

"I just like, feel like they don't fully understand what just happened. He just pulled a deer's head off.. And they're fine!"

"What now? Should we go down to the fucking Levi's store and get you some new jeans?"

"Get a log, stick it in. This is log simulator."

"We're gonna strike the match. AH! Nothing more satisfying than that in life, am i right?"

"Am i that ugly? Thanks!"

"Hey. You want the D, not me."

"Apparently all i can do is show that i have marvelous wrist movement.."

"Alright yeah! I'm on for the blanket! I'll knit you one right now if it'll make you happy."

"Wha-- What am i doing? What am i doing with my head? Have i got a condition!?"

"Love.. I swear to God. Shut up."

"There's the map to Mordor, where we just fucking walked.."

"You say blankets one more time, i'm gonna make a blanket out of your scalp! Shut up!"

"Why don't you fucking do it!?"

"Don't give me the option to pick up the gun, it's the first thing i'd fucking do!"

"Oh my god, it's her phone.. And it's playing Macy Gray.."

"You don't want to know why it came from the window by itself."

"Don't-- Don't go out there. I'm not coming out there after you!"

"Oh my god! She got sucked through a window!"

"Your friend who got sent out in the middle of Mordor, she got sucked out of a window."

"We need a Scooby Doo, is what we need."

"I mean is no one paying attention to how the fucking doors open by themselves in this place!?"

"You don't fire me, i quit!"

"Ow fuck! Ow! Why am i using my head!?"

"What the fuck does Slipknot want with me!?"

"I don't know who that is, but i call him Slipknot apparently!"

"Oh he's bought a.. A scarecrow! And served me.. What looks like a dead cat."

"Starting to think if the therapist, is the one who needs the therapy."

"I don't like ____, she's a bitch.."

"Hah! He knows! He's in my fucking head."

"You know what, i'm thinking about going with another therapist, who doesn't have a naked scarecrow in their room.. If that's cool?"

"___ got pulled through a door, didn't she.. And Slipknot attacked us!"

"I don't think shouting for ____ is working, just wanna point that out."

"Get your lantern, that's it boy. Gun is probably more important.."

"That's it take your time, please.. Girlfriend's not being killed or anything, that's fine.."

"She wasn't the brightest tool in the kit, but she was fit!"

"Circle! Triangle! Square! Circle! Shouting them helps, i'm sorry."

"Okay jump. Jump jump jump, just jump. Just jump!"

"Come on, what's next? I can take it! AAAHH!!"

"___ is just such a beast! He's in a beast-mode right now!!"

"Oh yeah, lets just do it with our bare hands. I like your style, ____."

"You might wanna grab some wood or something to bash the shit out of him."

"Oh, now he's got away. Because you forgot to load the gun, ____!"

"Fuck, ____ is dead, i can't believe it.. And i've got a tank top on in the middle of a blizzard."

"Slipknot didn't kill ____. Does he just like girls or something?"

"Either someone spilled ketchup, or that's ____'s head-juice."

"What the fuck's this? AAAAAHH!!"

"How is that a clue? It's a pig's head! In the middle of the woods!"

"I love walking through the woods. This is like a walking through the woods simulator!"

"Stop shouting! Stop it! He's only gonna hear you!"

"It's a Jigsaw-shit!!"

"Please give me the option to do nothing! I can't choose this shit!"

"Oh man, this is so mean!"

"I don't think he's okay, he's all over your jacket!"

"Oh for fuck's sake.. Who the fuck is that!?"

"Fuck you. You're the worst therapist ever!"

"I hope you fall out the window. Which shouldn't be hard, because you've done very good job at barring it up."

"You don't exist, because this room is changing."

"Oh fuck, here we go."

"Sanatorium? I'm going in there?? Fuck's sake.."

"Really don't like wolves. Really would not like to get eaten by wolves!"

"Careful now, ____.. Wouldn't wanna fall like ____."

"If she's alive, that's very very mysterious."

"I don't know, i'm starting to question everything! My therapist isn't real!"

"Shut up! Bloody howling at the moon.. What's the matter with you?"

"Okay we're going in. Probably won't be able to go in through-- Oh! I was wrong."

"No, it's locked. Yeah, i get it. I get what 'locked' means."

"Morgue?? Why not. Why the fuck not."

"Let's go to the morgue! I'm sure nothing bad happens down here!"

"Now we've got a weapon, we can fuck him up with it and his dogs."

"I'm making hotdogs tonight! Hahaha!"

"Aah you know what they say; See a big wolf shadow, go the other way! That's the old saying right?"

"Hey Skeletor! See ya later!"

"So i think i'm looking for a pass.. Or a hand? That's a fucking hand."

"Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, fuck off! Oh my god! Oh my god!"

"I'm not cutting my fucking fingers off!"

"Oh they're gonna fucking make me do it, i'm gonna have to cut my fingers off!"

"Why did i touch it? Why?? This is why we can't have nice things!"

"You just cut your fingers off and you're making jokes!"

"There's my fingers. I'm just going to leave you there guys.. Sorry fingers. I wish i could've taken you with me, still attached."

"Fucking rats crawled out of him/her!"

"Welp! My job is done here. Minus two fingers, so i'm gonna go."

"Now i'm gonna fight him.. With two less fingers and i'm probably bleeding to death."

"____, what are you doing, mate? Come on, i know you're losing a lot of blood, but lets try to stay on topic here."

"Psycho crib.. We're on MTV's psycho cribs!"

"So what have i got in mah fridge? Haha, let me tell you son! I got a head of my wife! Haha! That's what it is! And a few dead guinea pigs!"

"Here boy! Here boy! I've got you my partner's knee bone! You want a knee bone? Who wants a knee bone?"

"Apparently i'm the fucking dog-whisperer.."

"Well, you know what they say! .... I actually don't know what they say."

"Is it loaded? Check if it's loaded you fucking idiot!"

"Well now we know it's loaded, and whoever is still in the building fucking heard that!"

"I've lost a lot of blood, right? I cut my own fingers off, it's been a very stressful day."

"Serial killer guy doesn't really know how to pick where to live.."

"Oh shit! Slipknot's watching us!"

"Damn you Slipknot."

"Oh yeah! We are a lumberjack!"

"These guys are Captain Obvious."

"How about rule number 3, suck my arse? Did you forget that rule?"

"If you fall.. Not gonna lie.. Wouldn't care that much."

"It's fine. Take your time. Don't slip. Break your neck.. Would hate to not have to listen to your wingy fucking voice anymore.."

"Yeah, i'm coming.. Just like, tempted to push you off the ledge though."

"Holy cannoli? Who says that anymore??"

"You're dumped! Holy cannoli!"

"What are the odds that one of these boards are gonna snap?"

"I keep trying to predict what happens and then it doesn't happen and then i feel silly."

"What in seven shades of shit.."

"Just slap it, it's a deer!"

"Yeah bitch, a lot's been happening whilst you've been bathing."

"Oh, we're nakey! I like this game now. Those are some amazing pixels."

"Hopefully there's not a mechanic to pull the towel off.. Am i right??"

"Hide, hide! That was probably a fucking stupid choice!"

"Ohh Slipknot's gonna see me, it's so obvious where i am!"

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xxsteveharringtonxx · 6 years

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Him & I [Steve Harrington x Reader] pt 3

Plot: You’re Carol’s best friend, but naturally you’re close with Steve seeing as neither of you are really bad people like Tommy and Carol are. Things never got romantic between you and Steve purely because you were afraid to tell him how you feel, and you didn’t really tell anyone because even your best friend is a bit of a bitch. However when Steve starts dating Nancy and literally drops you and the others you cant really help but feel abandoned once you realised you weren’t putting up with Tommy and Steve because of Carol you were actually putting up with Tommy and Carol because of Steve. Set after season one.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Him and I

Part Three

“So, my question is, how have you managed to survive a whole year with Carol and Tommy without snapping already?” Steve asked knowing it would make you smile, the two of you were sprawled out on his living room floor as you picked at the pizza you were sharing.

“Well I pretty much avoided them as much as possible outside of school, so guess it wasn’t that hard to get over the fact that they are complete ass holes. The worst part is people just hating me by association you know?” You asked looking up at him as he nodded along chewing on some pizza.

“Totally understandable, you’d be surprised what people really think of you. Everyone knows you were in too deep I wouldn’t worry about it.” He reassured as you sent him a tight lipped smile.

“I’m more worried about what they’re going to do. I’ve had a drink thrown at me, Billy calling me a slut because I won’t sleep with him, I mean where even is the logic in that?!” You exclaimed making him chuckle but look at you pretty seriously.

“I can talk to him? Or at least try to. It’s not cool what he’s doing to you.” Steve tried to talk you into it again, he mentioned it earlier too.

“No Steve, honestly I know how they work. They’ll get bored soon enough I just need to keep my head down and stay out of their way.” You said in the bravest voice you could muster as he watched you with slight admiration.

“Don’t you think you’ve put up with enough of their shit?” He asked as you smirked up at him.

“Sure I have, so a week or so more won’t kill me. I’ll be fine. Just gotta get used to finally being my own person. It worked out for you didn’t it?” You asked as he sighed.

“Yeah totally but I had Nance, it was different. But you have me now so I’ll look out for you just like old times I promise.” He stated holding out his pinky and you chuckled as you wrapped your smaller one around his and shook it for good measure.

“Hey, I’m sorry about Nancy. I heard what happened and uh I suppose you’ve got me now too so if you ever need to talk I’m your girl.” You told him honestly, and maybe getting close again might stir up all those old feelings but you were his friend first.

“Thanks but I’m okay. It hurts a little but I knew for a while it wasn’t right. Jonathan-” You cut him off shaking your head, he was fiddling with his hands and you knew he did that when he was either nervous, angry or sad and right now you couldn’t figure out which one it was but you knew he didn’t want to talk about it just yet.

“You don’t have too, the whole school has been talking about so if you’d rather not right now, just know whenever you are ready I’m here.” He sent you a look you couldn’t decipher, and one he’d sent you a few times years back but never got to the bottom of. You were cleaning up the plates in Steve’s kitchen when you heard a pounding on the door, and urgent one making you flinch.

“Dustin, what the hell?” You heard Steve burst as a bundle of curls came into your vision from the kitchen sink.

“Steve, thank God your home I need your help!” The young boy yelled making you raise an eyebrow.

“Look dude-” The boy hadn’t seen you yet and cut Steve off with another breathless rant.

“I haven’t got anyone else okay? I have a baby demogorgon in my basement and I need your help! Everyone, and I mean everyone down to Nancy and Jonathan are no where to be found you were my last option believe me.” He said grabbing Steve’s coat and throwing at him before heading back towards the front door when he finally noticed me.

“Hi.” I mumbled making the boy look back at Steve.

“Son of bitch Harrington, I swear Nancy is out of the picture for two seconds and-” This time you cut him off by interrupting.

“We’re just friends it isn’t like that!” You told him making Steve’s shoulders deflate at little from the rigid stance he’d gained at the boy’s mention of Nancy.

“Okay well can your friend go?” He asked Steve offending massively, maybe it wasn’t intentional but you felt the stab anyway.

“Hey dickhead, you were the one barging in here like you own the place no she can’t just go!” Steve defended but you shook your head.

“No, no I can it’s fine my car is right out front.” You rushed as you grabbed your coat. “Wait did you say demogorgon? From Dungeons and Dragons? Are you playing some kind of game?” You asked as everything processed in your brain and suddenly the boy broke out into a grin.

“Hey she’s pretty cool, good job Steve.” He was slowly starting to redeem himself as he warmed up to you before realising what was really going on.

“Hold on, she’s got a point are you being serious? Like actually serious?” Steve asked suddenly growing impatient.

“Yes! You think I would ride my bike all the way over here if I wasn’t serious!” He yelled at Steve making you frown.

“You guys are taking this game way too seriously.” You mumbled making Steve look increasingly worried.

“Maybe you should head home Y/N, and I’ll call you in the morning?” He suggested making you nod as he helped you put your coat on.

“Okay sure? Erm have fun?” You said as more of question seriously confused as to why they were taking a game so seriously, this town was weird but sometimes the people were weirder.

It took Steve pretty much all morning to finally call you and when he did you didn’t expect him to invite you out with him and Dustin.

“What? Really? Am I part of the game now?” You asked half teasingly and half really confused making him chuckle.

“It’s a pretty long story but me and the kid need help and well out of everyone in this town I trust you the most, so pick you up in 20?” He asked making you blush and smile.

“Sure, uh yeah okay sure I’ll be ready.” You stated ready for whatever today was going to throw at you.

“Awesome. Do you have an axe or crow bar by any chance?” He asked seriously making you think back to your dad’s old tool shed and envision the axe hanging on the wall that he used for hunting.

“Yeah I have an axe.” You replied.

“Perfect. Bring it.” Raising your eye brows as you heard the dial tone it took you a second to jump into action and run out to the shed where you plucked the axe off the wall and shoved it into a backpack and bag into the house to put on your jacket ready for Steve.

Sitting out on the front wall where you’d always wait for him to pick you up you involuntarily smiled at the sight of his red BMW, climbing into the back with a sigh you glanced up at the two boys in the front who were already looking at you.

“So, where are we going?” You asked before remembering the axe. “Oh and is this okay?” You asked holding it up to see Steve smiling proudly at you as Dustin looked a little shocked.

“You were right Steve, she’s awesome.” He announced making you chuckle and put the axe back.

“So are you going to fill me in?” You asked again hinting that you were still totally confused on where you were supposed to be going and Steve caught your eye in the mirror as Dustin turned to you with a smile.

“It all started last year..”

***

“So let me get this straight you kept something you totally knew was dangerous to impress some girl you’ve just met?” You asked avoiding the chunks of meat Dustin was throwing behind him as Steve looked at you sharing a look of honest disbelief.

“Alright Y/N that’s grossly over simplifying things.” He fought back as Steve backed you up.

“Why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?” He asked making you look at Dustin for a response.

“An inter-dimensional slug? Because it’s awesome!” He defended making you shrug a little.

“I mean I’m a tiny bit interested to see it I guess.” You chimed as Steve shook his head at you with a chuckle.

“Well even if she thinks it’s cool, which she doesn’t.” He gave you a look and you shrugged once again falling into step next to Dustin. “I don’t know I just think you’re trying way too hard man.” He advised as you looked up at him not agreeing, the kid was thirteen, an inter-dimensional slug is as exciting as it gets at that age.

“Not everyone can have your perfect hair okay?” Dustin then said as your heart broke for him, he’s only young it’s tough at that age.

“It’s not about the hair man, the key with girls is just I don’t know acting like you don’t care.” Steve told him as you kept your mouth shut not wanting to ruin their guy time, however you still disagreed with what Steve was saying.

“What even if you do?” He asked the older boy innocently.

“Yeah exactly it drives em nuts.” Steve said which automatically made you zone out, you didn’t particularly want to listen to him preaching about girl logic however wrong it was you weren’t interested.

Until you heard your name.

“Yeah she seems pretty special, what about Y/N?” Dustin asked making you look up to Steve who knew you wasn’t listen and he smirked at you.

“Y/N, she’s different. There are some girls who see right through your shit, and when you know, you know.” Smiling at him Dustin turned and looked at you with a huge grin which made your heart melt as the little curly kid started to grow on you.

“And when your hair is damp, not wet! Damp, then you use four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray...” Scoffing with laughter at Steve’s words he glared at you as Dustin also shared an amused glance with you.

“Farrah Fawcett?” He questioned with amusement and curiosity laced in his tone.

“Yeah I mean she’s hot.” Steve hummed looking back at you and winking as you blushed red remembering your Halloween costume from just a few nights ago. Maybe hanging out with Steve today wasn’t such a bad idea, regardless of whether or not you really were hunting inter-dimensional creatures you still weren’t entirely sure existed.

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Call Me A Safe Bet, I’m Betting I’m Not - Chapter 7

(AO3 Link- Chapter Seven)

Even though scientists are still quite baffled after multiple millennia of medical and technological advances of exactly how the soulmarks work, there has been enough research and study that we now know when and how to expect them… There has yet to be one soulmate coupling occur before the female has experienced a menstrual cycle and the male to begin producing sperm. In short, soulmarks have never appeared before entering puberty…

There are many, many more cases in which two people have insisted they are soulmates only to not mark with one another. All in all, only about 3% of couplings are correct in predicting they are soulmates before marks form.”

***

Betty Cooper is four years old when she meets Jughead Jones. She knows he is her soulmate, he’s not so sure.

Chapter Seven

“There is no written record of a society without soulmarks. For as long as humans have been on Earth and able to communicate, there has been evidence of soulmarkings and, subsequently, soulmates.

Perhaps the most commonly researched ancient culture regarding soulmarks are the Ancient Egyptians. Their hieroglyphs and recorded history tell of soulmarks that are markedly different from the kind we know of today… They left stories of soulmates who could feel each other’s pain, knew when something happened to the other, and even those who died when their soulmate did despite appearing relatively healthy.

Many researchers chalk this phenomenon up to intuition or tall-tales, but others believe in its existence, however speculate that as we evolve, so do soulmarks… but perhaps a better explanation may be that as humans become more and more desensitized and interested in only the physical, soulmarks have changed too.”

From Soulmarks Through History, 2013

The coolness of the window against her skin is calming until the train comes to a halt and jerks her forward against the expanse of glass.

It should be unsettling, but Betty just grits her teeth and stands, trying to focus on the fact that she’s home, even if it is a day late, even if her parents insisted they pick her up from the train station instead of (and without) Jughead, even if there are crescent shaped scars on her palms that are irritated because they are so fresh, even if it is her birthday and she’s spent it on a train with broken air conditioning.

Finally, she’s home in Riverdale, she’s in same zip code as her soulmate, breathing the same air, surrounded by familiarity.

Betty lugs her extra-large suitcase down the tiny train aisle and ignores the stares since she’s the only one getting off in her small town. They look at her like she’s a burden, because they have to spend ten minutes in Riverdale rather than speed past to get to somewhere more fun and exciting.

Well, fuck them, Betty thinks as she exits the train. She just had the most challenging summer of her life, and while it was unique, informative, and there are parts she will never forget, it was also long, hard, and unforgiving.

They can wait ten damn minutes so she can finally put this summer behind her and be a step closer to seeing her soulmate again.

She stops and sighs in the train station, surprised her mother hasn’t spotted her and pounced already. Something happened at home between her parents and Polly, she knows it, but isn’t very clued in just yet. All she does know is that her sister’s phone number is no longer in service, and her parents aren’t answering questions about it at all. Archie and Jug haven’t seen Polly around the house in weeks—a part of her is scared to go home and find that her sister has become a weird smell in the basement.

Who knows what went down when the two strong-willed Cooper girls finally blew up at one another?

Betty’s looking around when her eyes instantly find a figure leaning against a pillar across the mostly empty station—Riverdale isn’t exactly a travel hub, despite Pop’s being recently featured on the Food Network—something Jughead was very against as he saw it as the media exploiting something he savored as pure and the soul of his hometown. Her boyfriend complained about it for weeks, but Betty loved hearing him drone on about it on the phone, sometimes it was all that got her through the day without him there.

She blinks and thinks her mind is playing tricks on her.

Her mouth drops open as she takes in the sight, the beanie wearing boy she left home is not the person in front of her.

Instead, she sees a man, or almost a man, now officially a whole head taller than her, with lean muscles, broad shoulders, and a cut on his chin, probably from attempting to shave because he has actual hair on his face (instead of just insisting he does), and she manages to stand still for a whole minute before jumping into action.

He’s already halfway to her when she forgets about the suitcase, takes off in a run, and catapults herself into his arms, legs wound tight around his waist.

“Oh, my God, this better be you or else I’m wrapped around some guy who is now terrified or about to kidnap me,” she says into his neck and hears his laugh in her ear, and it’s like coming home.

Riverdale is just a place, a word to describe the dirt and structures around her. In reality, Jughead is her home, he’s where she belongs.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he says and her insides quiver—his voice is lower too.

“Keep—keep talking, I want to hear your voice. Fuck! I missed you so much,” she murmurs, clinging to him so hard her palms ache, but she doesn’t care.

“Language! What did the big city do to you?” he laughs and she does too and then pulls away just enough to press her lips against his.

It’s innocent, for all the naughty texts and phone calls they’d shared near the end of her internship program, but Betty’s just so happy to be near him, touching him, actually being held by him, that having a full-on make out session with roaming hands isn’t what is on the forefront of her mind.

They share a series of intimate kisses before Betty rests her forehead on his and runs a thumb over his bottom lip.

“I missed you so much, baby,” she whispers. “We’re never going to spend that much time apart again, okay?”

“Agreed,” he murmurs before kissing her again, this time a little deeper, a little longer, and makes her squeeze her legs tighter around his waist. Jughead smiles as their kiss ends and purposefully lets her slowly slip through his fingers until she’s back on her feet safely.

Betty refuses to let go and keeps her fingers locked around his neck. “How are you here? I mean, my mom said she wanted time as a family first and—ugh, is she dangling you in front of me just to be waiting in the car or something?”

“No, but I do love being treated like a piece of meat, and that’s not sarcasm,” Jughead answers easily. “She decided to honor the original plan of us getting to be together for the majority of your birthday. When we got word you train was delayed she called to let me know. I think I’m a present? So again, the piece of meat thing is working for me.”

“Best present ever,” Betty whispers with a soft kiss. “Can we get out of here? I mean, do you have a plan, or,” she stops and bites her lip.

“The original plan was to crawl through your bedroom window at midnight, give you your present, and then do some of those things we talked about,” he says with a devilish grin that makes Betty turn pink. “So, whatever you want, I’m down for. Food, family time, alone time—”

“Option three please,” she interrupts with bright eyes and Jughead chuckles, dropping his hands from her waist to grab the handle of her abandoned suitcase.

“I’d like to say your chariot awaits, but we’re walking, sorry,” he says as she wraps her arms around his free one, leaning into his body as they make their way out of the station.

“Hm, that’s fine, I don’t think my suitcase would fit on the motorcycle you’re fixing up, or so you told me,” Betty teases.

“Alright, so I might just be helping my dad by handing him tools, but it’s keeping us both out of trouble, which is something I thought you’d approve of,” he mentions pointedly.

“I do, you just don’t know the difference between a socket wrench and a torque wrench, so it’s hard to believe—”

“Well unlike you, my dad is nice about it and explains what they are and—”

“I do that! You just don’t listen—”

“I do too listen, but let’s not do this on your birthday, okay? But at midnight, it’s on,” Jughead states and Betty giggles into his arm.

“Hmm, you smell different,” she murmurs into the sleeve of his t-shirt. “But it’s not your shirt, it’s…” she trails off while sniffing up his neck.

“After shave,” Jughead fills in as their stride slows.

“After—are you shaving now, Jughead Jones? And you didn’t tell me?” she questions, a twinkle in her eye that makes Jughead grin without even realizing it.

“I’m sorry, I also stubbed my toe the other day, it hurt really fuckin’ bad, I swore and everything,” he jokes in return, to which she rolls her eyes as she hangs off his arm.

“Who doesn’t swear when they stub their toe?”

“Jesus, probably,” he answers and she smiles up at him because his own is so unapologetic, like he wouldn’t be able to stop if asked.

“You’re a doof, I don’t know why I even missed you,” Betty sighs dramatically.

“It’s about three inches soft, maybe six when it’s hard,” he fills her in.

“Jughead!” Betty squeaks, her cheeks flushing pink as she buries her face in his shoulder. “Wait, did you actually measure?”

“Using the finger method,” he answers, to which Betty raises one eyebrow. “Like, when you bend your index finger the middle part is about an inch, so you count how many you can make until you’re out of, well, room,” he explains.

“Hmm,” Betty hums.

“What, no comment?”

“Uh-uh,” she replies as they enter the trailer park. “I’m just gonna have to measure it myself later to settle this dispute,” she says with the most innocent of faces.

“Oh, are you now?” Jughead just about chokes and Betty shrugs nonchalantly. “The door’s unlocked, go ahead first,” he instructs when they reach his trailer, and Betty does as she’s told so Jughead can lug up the too-big suitcase she’s lived out of for two months now.

Jughead himself looks different, smells different, talks different, but the trailer is the same. A messy-clean, one where both boys know where the necessities are, but an outsider would be totally clueless. There are a couple dishes in the sink, some clothes scattered about, all FP’s it seems, but the surfaces are clean, the vacuums been used recently, and some air freshener is sitting out, probably for her sake.

Betty lets her overly large purse, practically a carry-on of sorts, fall from her shoulder to the floor.

“Hm, you still with me, baby?” Jughead questions, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind, his fingers slipping underneath her flowy white t-shirt that’s knotted in the front, but was bought that way.

It covers her mark, of course—probably her favorite part about being away was that she was able to show their mark, a sign that she was taken and happy. She’s in love, and it didn’t matter who saw it because no one in Boston knew her or ever heard of Riverdale.

“I think your hands got bigger too,” Betty murmurs as she leans back against him, an arm reaching up to settle around his neck as she angles her face to look at him.

“Too?”

Betty turns, her eyes locked on his, and she shivers as his hands roam and massage at the small of her back. “Mhm, your shoulders are wider, you’re taller, your voice is lower, you’re shaving now. So much changed in two months, Jug.”

“Maybe, but a lot has stayed the same,” he tells her.

“Like what, because to me, even your neck is thicker, and I like it! What is up with that?”

Jughead grins and reaches a finger up to hook her neckline. “This,” he murmurs as he tugs to show their crown. “This is the same, baby, and it will never change. And yeah, we’re different physically, but that’s it.”

“’We’re’ different?” Betty questions.

“You think it’s just me that went through a growth spurt, Cooper?” he demands to know. “The only part of me that I thought changed was my height, well, that and I’m aware I shave now,” he mentions in an afterthought.

“I like how low your voice is now,” Betty whispers. “I hope it gets even lower.”

“I like how many cannoli’s you ate,” Jughead offers in return.

“What?” she laughs, her eyes scrunched together.

“All summer I got at least one specific text every day, how you insisted you weren’t going to buy any cannoli that day, but later I got a picture of you eating one because you couldn’t resist,” he informs her. “That, and Boston Crème pie, but that wasn’t every day. You’re a real big dessert eater, you know?”

“Are you insinuating something, Jughead Jones?”

“I like my woman with a hearty appetite,” he answers easily. “And I like how because you were out from under your mother’s thumb you could do what you wanted. You didn’t have to worry about the look you’d get for having seconds, or answer questions about why you didn’t work out in the morning, or if you did what exactly did you do and for how long. You didn’t get compared to Polly or explain anything you did.”

“So you’re saying…?” she asks.

He grins down at her. “You grew too, Betts,” he says and reaches down to grope her ass. “In all the best ways.”

“My boobs got bigger,” she admits.

“Trust me, I noticed,” he agrees.

“Well, I had to buy new bras. In Boston, by myself. Usually I have Polly or Kevin.”

“Not your mother?” he asks with that shit-eating grin of his.

“Definitely not my mother,” she insists.

“It’s not just your boobs and ass, Betts, you’re different. More confident, more comfortable in your own skin because you didn’t have your mom’s voice in your ear. You carry yourself differently, but yes, Betty, eating those Boston delicacies definitely worked for you.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, you’re beautiful, Betty, but do you know the best part?”

“Hm?”

With a grin, Jughead quickly reaches down to wrap his hands under her bum and lifts her up. “We get to rediscover each other all over again.”

Betty shrieks, then laughs into his hair as he hastily makes his way down the hall to his bedroom—again, something else that has stayed the same. It’s still covered in movie posters, black and white classics, Star Wars, even a John Hughes one, but next to his bed is a corkboard covered in pictures of him and their friends, Jellybean, even a few from when they were kids, but mostly her, to be honest.

Surprisingly, his bed is made, the plaid comforter splayed across the mattress perfectly. It had been a joke she’d bought him one Christmas, but it was warm and soft, and Jughead loved it. The floor is clear, another air freshener adorns the bedside table and it smells clean, but not like Jughead per se.

Betty bites her lip and sighs as he kisses down the column of her throat. “You planned this?” she questions, but it sounds more like a statement.

“Not exactly this, but I hoped you’d want time alone eventually,” Jughead answers and lets out a long breath as he rests his forehead on hers and breathes her in. “Even if to just touch marks. We don’t have to do anything besides that. Whatever you want, baby.”

Betty nuzzles their noses together in a nod.

After how far they went on Valentine’s Day she’d suggested they calm down with the physical part of their relationship, at least in taking layers off their bottom halves. How much she wants to be with him physically scares her, something he knows, and so he quickly agreed, saying she was the boss of how fast, or slow, they went.

Betty doesn’t think having sex with Jughead would ever be a mistake, but she doesn’t want it to be impromptu either. She wants it to be a step they take together being fully aware of what they are about to do, to be responsible with the very big action they will be taking when they do. Maybe that’s her mom’s doing, always telling her how big of a deal sex is, but Betty doesn’t think it’s a bad thing, even if her mother is the reason she gets so nervous every time they go further physically.

“Jug, I wanna do what we talked about,” Betty says after a silent moment, her voice earnest and heart pounding in her ears. “On the phone, when I called you in the middle of the night after that dream I had—”

“I remember,” Jughead interrupts with hands cupping her cheeks.

“Is your dad coming home soon or—” she stops as he shakes his head.

“Not until the bars close,” he tells her. “What happened in that dream again? Remind me.”

Her eyes close as he strokes her cheeks and a thumb runs over her bottom lip. “Jug, I—you know,” she murmurs, her tone pleading.

“I want you to tell me what you want, Betts.”

“What we talked about, I want you to,” she stops and gives him a look while slipping her fingers under his shirt to feel his bare abdomen.

“Want me to what?”

“Jug, you know, I,” she lets out a breath and stares up at him with yearning eyes.

“Betty, when have I ever made you feel like you can’t talk to me about anything?”

“Never, but I—you know what I want, Juggie.”

“And I want to hear you say it,” he responds easily. “I love when you’re vocal, baby,” he admits and bites his lip while pulling her hips to meet his. “I love when you tell me what you want, how you want it, when you say my name, fuck, just the noises you make. So I want you to tell me what you want, then I want you to instruct me as I do it so you get exactly what you want.”

Betty takes in a deep breath and lets it out shakily, her pupils now blown, and nods ever so slightly. “Okay.”

Jughead presses their foreheads together and licks his lips. “Say it, Betty.”

“I want—I want,” she starts, then clears her throat. “I want you to go down on me,” she whispers and brings him in for a kiss. It’s all heat and open mouths and tongue.

Jughead pulls away just enough to tug her shirt off, then his own, and smiles down at her heaving chest, or their mark, she isn’t quite sure.

He licks his bottom lip as he brings a hand up to touch her bralette, it’s white and lacy and tight, holding in her breasts just so.

Betty shivers, but says nothing as his eyes take in the sight.

“Take your pants off,” he orders, his tone firm but soft, and she does as she is told, revealing the matching white bikini cut panties. They are practically sheer, with a few white lace flowers being the only real coverage. “And let your hair down,” he says once her jeans are kicked off.

Her hair, previously in a messy bun because it is longer now than ever before, falls around her shoulders in waves, full and heavy. The smell of her shampoo fills her nostrils and she shivers again as the tendrils tickle the top of her breasts, which are now sensitive and causes her whole body to break out in goosebumps.

Jughead threads his fingers into her hair and tugs her close, breathing her in and to Betty he almost looks high, like she’s a drug, one he hasn’t had in eight weeks and had been dying for.

Betty runs her hands up and down his bare sides and leans in to his hold.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Betty,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against hers as he speaks, “and I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, but you have to tell me what you need ‘cause we’ve never done this before, okay?”

Betty swallows visibly, but nods. “I love you,” Betty whispers and lightly scratches down his chest to his happy trail.

“I love you more,” Jughead states before capturing her mouth in a kiss and slowly starts backing her towards the bed. “Is this one of the new bras?” he asks when the back of her knees hit his extra-long twin causing her to fall back.

Betty smiles while situating herself on the mattress and relaxes into the comfort of it, into the smell of Jughead that erupts when it’s rustled. The cotton of the comforter is so different than the delicate and too-expensive pink one on her bed that is itchy and heavy, and sometimes feels like it’s suffocating her.

She waits until Jughead is on his knees between her legs to answer. “Mhm, the mall was one of the places approved for us to go during our free time, and since no one knew me or would be able to tattle to my mother I may have gone a little overboard. I might have a lingerie kink, if that’s a thing?”

“I definitely approve of it if you do,” he tells her while simply looking down at her. “Remember, be vocal, baby,” he whispers before descending upon her.

He goes straight for their mark and attends to it thoroughly using his teeth and tongue, every lick and nibble causing Betty to moan and arch her chest closer to him. She grabs onto a hunk of his hair to do her best to keep him there.

“Hm, this is so pretty,” Jughead says against the lace of her bralette.

“Do you have a lingerie kink too?” Betty asks in a breath, a smile on her lips.

“On you? Definitely,” he states and pays attention to the mounds of her breasts, his lips gliding over them, teasing. “But I bet you look better without it.”

“What a line,” she says in a laugh as he slips his fingers behind her back, quickly setting her chest free. Jughead guides the undergarment down her arms then tosses it aside.

“Look at that, I was right,” he says and grins before continuing his journey down her body.

He licks and sucks and kisses, making her writhe and moan under his touch. By the time he reaches her panties Betty feels like a livewire, like electricity is coming from her fingertips and snapping in the air surrounding them.

“Juggie, take off my underwear,” Betty pleads as his mouth kisses around the edging.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he says against her hipbone before tugging the lace down.

Once it’s gone, Betty tries to ignore the feeling of being so exposed and bites her lip under his intense gaze. It’s the first time she’s ever been completely naked in front of Jughead, and she lets out a shaky breath to get rid of the nerves.

“I wish you could see you the way I see you,” Jughead murmurs.

“Back at you, babe,” she counters, making him smile.

He slides his hands down her legs, pulling them further apart. “You still want this?”

“God, yes,” Betty practically moans.

Jughead situates himself between her legs and before Betty can even start to get nervous (again) his fingers separate her bottom lips so he can lick up her slit.

“Holy—fuck!” Betty cries against the pillow and she’s sure there are literally sparks of electricity crackling in the air.

He likes the encouragement and repeats the action, this time flicking his tongue, making Betty grip the sheets and mewl for more.

Jughead takes his time with her, learning what she likes and what makes her tug on his hair or swear. He discovers what and where her clitoris is, making sure to pay special attention to it and Betty’s eyes just about roll back inside of her head. He does as he’s told until her hips are bucking and she’s begging for more.

“J—Jug,” she stutters, pulling on his hair until he realizes she wants something from him.

“What, is everything okay?” he asks and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a sight that makes her stomach coil tighter.

“Jug, I want you to,” she stops and tries to catch her breath. “Finger me.”

Jughead nods. “Let me know if anything hurts or—”

“It won’t, but I will. It feels so amazing, Jug,” she assures him and while looking her in the eye Jughead takes his middle finger and gets it wet between her folds, his knuckle hitting her clit just right. “Jesus,” she moans, her head dropping back to the pillow.

“Actually, it’s Jughead,” he says and she can’t even find it in her to roll her eyes or make a snide comment in return. He sucks hard on her sensitive nub before his finger enters her.

It does feel weird at first, Betty thinks, but then he crooks his digit and hits a spot that makes her practically yelp. “There, Jug,” she says in a loud moan, “right there.”

He does as he’s told, flicking and sucking while rubbing the spot inside her. It feels so good Betty isn’t in control of her body, she can’t stop herself from begging for more or even trying to wiggle away because it feels too good. Jughead clamps an arm over her hips, keeping her still, and every time she manages to peer down at him he either looks like he’s devouring his favorite meal (and with his appetite that’s an honorable title) or his eyes are on hers, and it’s an extremely intimate feeling.

It’s their marks touching times a million, and then some.

“Jug, Jughead, I think I’m almost,” she says in pants and he speeds up his miniature thrusts inside her and in a matter of moments she’s screaming and trying to muffle it in his pillow.

Waves of pleasure wash through her, they are large and powerful, like a tsunami, destroying everything in its wake. And that’s how Betty feels, utterly wrecked. She knows she’s breathing heavy and that her throat is producing a hum she hasn’t consented it to do. It’s almost like she’s not in her own body, but floating above it.

No, flying.

Betty feels a light blanket come over her and Jughead cuddle up next to her.

“Thank you,” she sighs, and it’s the first action she has control of, but doesn’t think she’d be very useful doing much more just yet.

“For what, baby?” he asks and she shivers as his breath hits her sticky skin.

“For making me fly,” she answers with eyes still closed.

When Betty comes-to Jughead is rubbing her back and periodically kissing behind her ear.

“You are a very fast learner,” is the first thing out of her mouth and it makes Jughead chuckle. The rumble is welcome against her chest. “Jug, that was… wow, thank you.”

“And to think I’m just starting out,” he jokes and Betty nuzzles her face into his shoulder. “It sounds dumb, but I did research, sort of. I wanted to make sure it was good for you. You hear how so many girls fake it or whatever. I never want us to be like that.”

“It never will be,” Betty assures him. “You’ve never made me feel less than amazing, Jug. We’re learning together,” she tells him and kisses the corner of his mouth. “And, research? You mean you watched porn and called it research?”

“I read, actually. Surprisingly there are quite a few articles written on the art of eating out a woman. There were flow charts, diagrams, pictures of a clitoris, how to find the g-spot, and the best way to stimulate it. It’s the size of a nickel and three inches inside the vagina,” he informs her, his voice professional and matter-of-fact. “And, yes, I did watch some porn, merely for scientific purposes, not at all for personal reasons.”

“You’re so selfless,” Betty coos as she sits up on an elbow. “I bet you rewarded yourself for being so practical and making sure I’m taken care of.”

“I try very hard to be a good boyfriend,” he agrees.

She swings her leg over his hips and takes hold of his still hard erection. “I think you should be rewarded by me too. I mean, your research worked out so well.”

Jughead gasps and strokes the base. “Fuck, I—” he stops and bites his lip so hard she’s surprised there isn’t blood.

“You have lube, boyfriend? I’ve been doing research too,” she mentions with a wicked grin.

“Top drawer,” he grunts.

She puts a little in her hand and starts rubbing him up and down slowly. “This goes both ways, Jug, tell me what you like or want, okay?”

“I don’t think you understand just how much you merely being naked does to me,” he grits out as she starts twisting with her hands.

“If you’re still using big words I don’t think I’m doing so well,” she comments while stretching her body out with her head at his waist.

Betty takes her time exploring him too, kissing down the V at his hip bones, scratching at his happy trail, letting her breasts skim over his penis, her hair tickle his tip. Finally, when he’s gasping for more and she licks her lips and takes his cock into her mouth.

A string of curses slips from his lips as Betty’s head bobs. “Jesus Christ, Betty, holy shit!” he grunts, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks. “Betty, I’m—you might want to,” he warns and Betty reaches for the box of napkins just in time.

“Fuck, did you do research too?” he gasps after Betty’s cleaned up his mess and tossed the napkins in the nearby trashcan, then settled back in against his side.

“Remember how I complained about my roommate for the internship because she never stopped talking? Well, she was very boy crazy, so I listened when I felt the information was useful.”

Jughead lets out a heavy breath and wraps his arms around her. “We make quite the pair the way we research and selectively hear, huh?”

Betty rubs her fingers over their mark and hums in agreement.

“Before I forget due to teenage hormones, I do have an actual present for your birthday,” he says as he’s already reaching into his nightstand, this time the bottom drawer.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, Jug, just seeing you is enough, and especially with what we just did—”

“I hope you don’t plan to only do this on special occasions, because I was hoping for some regularity,” he comments and Betty shakes her head at him. “You know how that new vintage store-slash-pawn shop that opened on the Southside?”

“Mhm, you couldn’t stop talking about the old camera you got there and how excited you are to develop the pictures in the dark room when school starts back up.”

“I found something else there, and I probably shouldn’t be spouting off about how I found it at a pawn shop like—”

“Jughead, shut up, I would love anything you got me because you got it for me,” she assures him. “And I hate when you spend money on me, so if it was expensive I’m going to kill you.”

“I’m not telling you how much I spent. Besides, with my working off and on for Fred all summer, along with the Drive-In, I have plenty of money saved up. Plus, I don’t have to worry about Jellybean financially anymore so it’s mine to do what I want with it.”

“All right, all right.”

“Well, I saw this and—honestly, I couldn’t stop thinking about it and how it was perfect, even though you hate the word,” he mumbles while handing her the little black box.

Betty sits up as she opens it. “Oh, my God, Jug,” she breathes, taking the ring out of the box. It’s silver and is made up of Celtic knots and comes together at the top with hands, a heart in the middle, and of course, a crown on top. “It’s beautiful, and yes, perfect.”

“It’s called a Claddagh,” he answers. “It’s Irish, it represents love, loyalty, and friendship. I thought it was perfect because even though you’re my girlfriend, you’re also my best friend, and you’re also so much more than both of those titles, you’re my soulmate. I’ve never known anyone so persistent, so stubborn, you’re always telling me how much I’m worth and how you’ll always be there for me. My parents never bothered to truly stick around, and even though I pushed you away time and time again before we marked you never budged. I know no matter what happens you’ll be there, by my side, and the same goes for you.”

Betty smiles and looks up at him. “And it has a crown on it,” she states.

“That helped,” he agrees, taking the ring from her and slips it up her left ring finger. “The story goes that when the heart is facing out it means your heart is free. But when it’s facing up, it means you’re taken, that you’re in love.”

Her eyes water as she stares at it. “It’s beautiful, I love it,” Betty whispers while wrapping her arms tight around his neck.

“Mm, I love you,” he says into her neck.

“I love you more,” she murmurs their mantra and tugs him back down to the mattress. “Do you want to take a nap then grab some Pop’s?”

“Mmm, if I didn’t already love you that would have done it,” he says with a light kiss to her forehead before closing his eyes.

“Jug,” Betty warns hours later without much heat to it. “Jughead.”

“Don’t threaten if you’re not willing to follow through,” he replies with a shrug that jostles her head.

“Juggie, it’s my birthday,” she reminds him softly in a timid voice that makes him crumble.

“Ugh, I like it better when you actually fight me, not when you have a legitimate excuse for me to give you what you want,” he sighs as he slides the plate of fries within her reach.

Betty smiles in victory before popping a small fry into her mouth. “Don’t worry, there’s always tomorrow,” she says cheerily, a stark contrast to her tone just a moment ago.

Jughead settles back against the booth and wraps his arm tighter around his girlfriend, shaking his head as she empties his never-ending fry plate. “I love that my appetite is rubbing off on you,” he comments. “That, or our actions earlier just left you positively famished.”

“Hm, Juggie, I love you, but you can read some books from our century, I promise you not all of them are like Twilight,” Betty responds with a hand over her mouth as she speaks because it’s still full of potato. “You’ll find that words like ‘famished’ are outdated.”

“So is chivalry, but you don’t seem to mind when I practice that.”

“That’s not outdated, it’s dead,” she corrects.

“Or is outdated? Progressive feminism is serious and we shouldn’t joke about it,” he says matter-of-factly and makes Betty giggle into his neck.

“Well, I got myself a chivalrous feminist, so who is the winner here?”

“Have you seen what you look like naked? I’m the winner in this relationship, always,” he responds without missing a beat. “Thanks, Pop,” he adds on as the old man drops off a new plate of fries and takes the old one.

“And I wouldn’t forget one of my favorite’s birthday,” the old man tells her as a waitress walks up with a tray holding two milkshakes, one for her and one for Jug, in their favorite flavors, of course.

“Pop, you didn’t have to!” Betty insists, but takes the milkshake happily, because no one ever turns down one of Pop’s milkshakes.

“I wouldn’t forgive myself if I forgot. Happy birthday, Betty,” he says and leaves them with a wink.

Betty takes a long sip from her vanilla milkshake and hums without realizing it. “There’s nothing like Pop’s milkshakes,” she sighs and slumps against Jughead’s side.

He nods in agreement, his on lips wrapped around the red and white straw.

“Mm, I don’t want to go home,” Betty whispers as she adjusts her head so Jughead’s chewing isn’t bothering her. “This has been the best birthday ever.”

“I don’t know, remember when your parents rented that bounce house thing? That was pretty awesome,” Jughead comments.

“You just liked that birthday because I insisted on wearing a crown and then made my mom buy you one, because if I was going to have a crown, then you needed one too,” she states.

“I remember Archie got jealous, so you made him one before the party and it was so bad,” her boyfriend says in a laugh.

“It was not bad! It was unique.”

“It was like the paper boat from It but on his head,” Jughead insists.

“Well, I felt bad. I didn’t want him to feel like he wasn’t my best friend too. He’s my best friend, but if I happened to pull a Princess Diaries somehow and become queen one day it’s you that would be king, not Archie, sorry.”

Jughead laughs before stopping abruptly. “Speaking of,” he says and Betty looks up to see their red-haired friend entering the diner with the football team. “You go say hi, I’m going to go to the bathroom,” he suggests and is gone before she can even answer.

Archie had spotted her almost immediately and is already at the booth when she stands up. “You’re back!” he exclaims before engulfing her in a hug.

“I am, since this afternoon,” she responds, but it’s muffled into his shoulder. “Wow, you grew too, and you’re… harder,” she says and playfully punches his pecs.

“Hey, all I did was load one pile of rocks into a wheelbarrow and then drop it off in another pile, and this is what happened,” he answers. “And, happy birthday. I have a present for you, but didn’t think I would be seeing you, so it’s at my house, sorry.”

“No worries, Arch, it’s not a big deal. I know where you live.”

He laughs at her lame joke. “I want to hear all about your internship, and I have so much to tell you too, but I gotta get back to the team.”

“You can sit with us for a bit, if the guys don’t mind. We’re aren’t staying much longer, my mom wants me home in time for cake or something,” Betty tells him.

He scratches the back of his neck and she sees red start to bloom on his skin. “Uh, nah, I don’t want to be rude. You guys have a good rest of your night, all right? I’m so glad you’re home, I missed you,” he says with another hug before jogging off to sit with the football team.

Just as he disappears, Jughead returns. “Hey, you ready to go? I don’t want to piss your mom off on your birthday.”

Betty turns with her eyes narrowed. “What’s going on?”

“Well, I was about to pay, but—”

“Don’t play stupid with me, Jughead Jones. Why are you and Archie not talking?”

“Who says we aren’t talking?” he questions while dropping some ruffled green bills on the table. “Here, you should take my flannel, the temperature dropped a little bit,” he suggests and is already holding it up for her to put on.

“Okay, if my observation was uncalled for before, it’s definitely not now. What’s going on?” she demands.

“Nothing, can we go? Your mom has cake waiting.”

Betty puts her arms through the black and white flannel and lets Jughead drag her out of the diner. When they hit the street Betty tugs on his hand to pull them to a halt.

“Betts—”

“No, I can do this now that we’re not in public: Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Third, what is going on with you and Archibald Andrews?” she demands.

“Hey, you didn’t say his full name! How come I get the full name treatment?”

“Because, I have a lot more power over you, and he’s not here.”

“Betty, it’s nothing. Really, we just—it’s nothing, okay?”

“Is this about how the trip during the fourth of July got cancelled? I mean, I was pissed too, but our parents wouldn’t let you come alone, but he got sick, it’s not like it was his fault,” she insists.

“It’s your birthday, can we do this tomorrow?”

“No, it’s my birthday, so I say you tell me now. What’s going on, Forsythe—”

“Stop with the full name, will you? Jeez,” he mumbles with a shudder. “And it’s—it’s between Archie and I, and you have to respect that. It’s our issue, you’re my soulmate, his best friend, we don’t want you in the middle.”

“I am in the middle, I’m your soulmate, and he’s our best friend. So maybe I’ll be objective and can tell you both you’re stupid so you’ll get over it before school starts.”

“Or, you can let us handle it as big boys and the adults we’re growing up to be?” he suggests.

“You’re really not going to tell me?”

“Betty, it’s not a big deal. He’s been busy with work, I’ve been busy with work and my dad, we’ll resolve it on our own time, in our own way. Okay?”

“No, not okay, tell me what happened and I’ll have it resolved by tomorrow. School starts in a week, I don’t want this still going on and—”

“Betty, please, just—I love you, but stay out of it, please, okay?” he pleads.

Betty considers his tired face and sighs. “I hate this. We’re the three musketeers.”

“I promise I’ll do my best to keep things as normal as possible, okay? You have my word.”

She nods before getting up on her tiptoes to kiss him quickly. “You know in a couple days I’ll be driven mad by the unknown and start to annoy you again, right?” she asks as they begin walking again, her suitcase rolling along behind them.

“Yeah, but I’m free of that for now, so,” he stops and shrugs. “Do you think your mom made the cake or bought it? She’s a damn good cook, but you’re definitely the baker in the family.”

Betty lets his change of subject slide and drops whatever is going on between him and Archie.

For now.

It’s not until over an hour later when Jughead is out the front door (with a promise to climb through her window later) that Betty can ask about her sister.

Upon coming home and seeing no Polly, Betty opened her mouth to ask what happened, but Alice Cooper gave her an infamous head shake that meant ‘not now’ and Betty knew not to poke the bear right then, even if it was her birthday.

“Well, he’s gone, even if he is family and should have been privy to the following conversation, because I’m going to tell him anyways, so I’m asking. Where’s Polly? You disconnected her phone more than three weeks ago, I haven’t talked to her in a month. Did you give her the letters I sent? She hasn’t been active on the internet or—”

“What Polly does is no longer up to us,” Alice interrupts.

“We haven’t had control over what Polly does in a long time,” her dad adds on.

“Can we stop being so cryptic? Is she okay? Where is she? Is the most intense quiet game going on or—”

“Polly isn’t here,” her mom cuts in again.

“Okay, where is she? Did you send her to Grandma’s or—”

“We gave her a choice, Betty, and she made one,” Hal tells her.

Betty feels her fists close, but manages to resist the urge to dig her nails in. “Can you just tell me where she is? What’s going on?”

“What do you think happened, Elizabeth? That damn Blossom boy, he—he,” her mom stops and turns away because showing negative emotion like this is not the Cooper way, in private or not.

“What did he do to her?” Betty demands, stepping forward with a hand over her heart. If Jason Blossom hurt her—Betty would gladly rip the redhead’s heart out.

“He took her away from us,” her dad says softly as he wraps his arms around her mom and the action is something so small, so simple, but so gentle and unusual for her parents that Betty is taken aback. They don’t usually show any kind of PDA, minimal or not.

“She left us for the Blossom’s,” Alice tells her, now turning back, her moment apparently over.

“You said she made a choice. So what, you just—you told a seventeen year old girl to pick between her boyfriend and her strict parents and expected the outcome to go in your favor? She’s… she’s Polly. She’s stubborn and leads with her heart and you just let her go? She’s not even an adult, she’s not thinking clearly, I mean,” Betty stops and sits on a dining room chair to collect herself.

“Betty, it’s not that simple. There are other factors—”

“Yeah, me! I’m the key factor here, and you sent me away!”

“No, you made a choice—!”

“Like Polly did? A choice that felt like mine, but was really orchestrated by you? Like everything in this family always is?” Betty questioned.

“Watch what you’re saying Betty,” her dad insists, his voice low and firm, a tone he only uses when her mother is under fire. “We are your parents and so deserve respect.”

“But you can’t—” Betty stops and stands again. “You can’t raise us to be strong and independent like you, then be angry when we want to assert that independence. I learned so much this summer, Mom, so much and parts of it were overwhelming in the best way, but most of the time I just wanted to be here. I wanted to be home with Jughead, painting my nails crazy colors with Polly, drawing on Archie’s face when he falls asleep first, and trying to get a byline at the Register. But I was gone because I felt like I had to do this internship to please you, to have an opportunity you never did, to never let you down. I was gone and I wasn’t here to keep the peace, to keep Polly in this family—”

“Polly made herself a new family,” her mom confesses, her eyes full of tears. “Polly got pregnant and we told her,” she stops to attempt to collect herself. “We told her to be smart, to not let this ruin her life, but she chose the Blossom’s, Betty. She chose that horrid family over her own flesh and blood.”

“Polly’s pregnant?” Betty whispers more to herself than her parents. “And, you told her—what did you want her to do?”

“Betty,” Hal murmurs with a ‘tsk’ in his voice, like she asked a stupid question.

“I can’t believe this—Polly’s in love with Jason and she got pregnant, and you expected her to just want to, what? Give it up for adoption, have an abortion? It’s her body, her baby, that makes it her decision,” Betty states forcefully.

“You think Polly’s responsible enough to raise a baby? She wasn’t responsible enough to not get knocked up! And you are going on the pill!” Alice tells her with a finger point.

“So that was it, huh?” Betty asks with a shrug. “You told her to get an abortion or get out?”

“We approved of adoption as well,” her father informs her, like that makes it okay.

“You just,” Betty stops and almost wants to laugh at the audacity of her parents. “You don’t get it. Polly’s your daughter! She’s your child, you’re supposed to be there for her, take care of her, and you tossed her aside for not doing what you wanted?”

“It’s not that simple,” Hal insists.

“It is though,” Betty tells him. “She’s your daughter, my sister, and you gave her up. You disconnected her phone, probably took all her electronics, did you even let her pack a bag, or did you just throw her out on the porch?”

“That’s enough, get upstairs, now,” Alice orders. “I won’t have you acting like this isn’t hard for you father and me as well.”

“Was it? Or did Polly break the image of the perfect Cooper family and it was a necessary evil to save face?”

“I said upstairs,” Alice roars and Betty flinches at the ferocity.

She shakes her head before ascending the steps two at a time, her hands in fists. In the throes of executing a full-on teenage tantrum she slams the door behind her, and squeezes her eyes shut.

How could they just turn their backs on her like that? Polly’s their firstborn, their daughter, and they let her go? Disowned her just like that?

Having one door between them didn’t feel like enough and so Betty goes into the bathroom and slams that one for good measure. She slides down to the floor and tries to keep her composure, but it’s impossible. Tears stream down her face as she muffles the sobs into her knees.

Polly’s gone? Moved out? Into that horrible castle they call Thornhill? That is a place ghost stories are made of. There were multiple urban legends in Riverdale about Thornhill—kids went in and never came out, the family members buried there haunted the grounds, the statues and gargoyles were real people that the Blossom’s hated and cured into stone, the list goes on and on, and Polly was living there?

Polly used to hold a flashlight to her chin under a blanket and tell Betty stories that made her almost wet the bed.

They were supposed to have one more year.

One more year before Polly left home for college. One more year together doing makeovers and giggling about their boyfriends. One more year of eating junk food during their periods and crying over stupid Lifetime movies. One more year of having someone in each other’s corner, knowing no matter what their parents did or said, they had someone on their side.

Polly said she would be okay, that Betty shouldn’t be worrying about her, that it should be the other way around.

“I’m the big sister,” she had said after Betty climbed into her bed the day before she left for Boston. “I’m supposed to worry about you, tell you to be safe, to hold a key between your fingers when you walk alone at night and to be smart,” she told her and smiled at her in a way that always made Betty feel calm. “I’m going to be fine with Mom and Dad, Betty. You go and experience everything you can. This is chance for you to get out from under their thumb like I always wanted. Don’t you pass it up because of me, don’t you dare.”

Polly said they would talk every day, and for about a month they did. They spoke once a day and sometimes even Facetimed, even if just for a few minutes. Then Betty had a busy day and realized she’d texted Jughead all day, but hadn’t heard from her sister. She called and there was no answer. She called again and again still with no answer.

Then, the next morning her phone was disconnected. Her Facebook deactivated. Her Instagram and Twitter silent.

Betty asked her parents what was going on, but was stonewalled every time. She wrote letters, asked Jug and Archie to look for her, to pass along messages, but they never saw her. Her letters went unanswered. Another phone number never supplied. Her parents deflected every question, gave her vague no-nonsense answers, and it was enough that Betty gave up.

She was to be home in a month, they would figure it out then.

But now they couldn’t. Her parents kicked her out, told her to choose between them and her child, and she chose the baby growing inside her. It’s a choice Betty supports, but did Polly think she wouldn’t? Is that why she hasn’t reached out?

Betty doesn’t realize that her hands are bleeding until she opens her eyes and sees the smudges on her jeans.

Quickly, she pulls out her cell phone and with shaking hands she presses her boyfriend’s smooshed face in the ‘favorites’ section of her contacts. It was a picture Kevin took of him, her hands squishing his cheeks together. He hated the picture, but she adored it.

He answers after one ring. “That was fast.”

“Juggie, I need you,” she manages and swallows the knot in her throat and it makes her ache.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” he says instantly. “I’ll be there in a—fuck,” he stops and there’s a crash. “A minute, okay?”

“Can we stay on the phone?” Betty whispers, it comes out more of a squeak.

“I only went to the treehouse, I’m literally almost there, just hold on for me.”

“My window should be unlocked. I’m—I’m in the bathroom,” she tells him. Betty scoots away from the door and leans against the sink so he can get in.

“I’m about to climb up and I need two hands, but I’ll be with you in less than sixty seconds, okay?” he promises and Betty nods even though he can’t see her and lets her phone drop when the line goes dead.

It’s only a moment before the door bursts open and Jughead’s panting in front of her. “Shit, I’m out of shape,” he dramatically wheezes, probably for her benefit.

Betty attempts to laugh, but it comes out a sob and quickly the door is shut behind him and he’s on her knees in front of her.

“C’mere,” he murmurs as he drops to his butt and lifts her into his lap so her legs are crisscrossed behind his back. “I’m here, and I have you, alright?”

Betty melts into his chest and lets herself finally really cry. Her body is wracked with sobs and she can’t hold them in, but she doesn’t have to. She knows she can unravel with Jughead and he’ll take care of her, that’s something she never has to worry about.

How could they just let Polly go?

Jughead rocks her back and forth, one of his hands rubbing up and down her back, the other holding her hands between them, making sure they aren’t digging in anymore.

She’s completely limp in his lap, her hands included. He has that effect on her, to make her pain feel shared, more manageable, like it will never fully consume her because he won’t allow it.

“It’s Polly, isn’t it?”

Betty nods against his collarbone, her cries now lessened to sniffles.

Jughead gives her temple a series of kisses and uses both arms to hold her tight, apparently now sure she won’t hurt herself. “Is she okay? Polly?”

“She’s pregnant. They told her to get rid of it or get out,” she supplies. “She moved in with the Blossom’s.”

“Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry,” he murmurs against her skin. “That’s… not right.”

“I’m proud of her,” Betty admits while pulling away and wiping her face. “She did what was best for her and the baby. She did the right thing, the same thing I would have done in that position.”

“I know.”

“How could they just give her up like that? And why hasn’t she tried to contact me? Doesn’t she know I’m always on her side? She’s my sister—” Betty chokes out and wills herself to stop crying, to stop feeling so weak.

“Maybe she didn’t want to put you in the middle,” Jughead offers, his forehead resting on hers. “I never wanted Jellybean in the middle.”

“But I’ve always been in the middle, what makes this different?”

“I don’t—I don’t know,” he sighs. “But, I promise I’ll help you figure it out. We’ll ask around for her new number, try to get Cheryl to notice we exist, but honestly what help will she really be? She likes to play with people’s emotions rather than help. Hell! We can get straight to the point and sneak into Thornhill, I’m down for a little breaking and entering.”

Betty can’t help but chuckle as she attempts to clean herself up. Makeup is probably streaking down her face, and after crying so hard she has a headache, plus feels gross from traveling.

“You’d really storm Thornhill’s gates for me?” she asks, her voice light and eyes blinking.

“How many times do I have to tell you I’d do anything for you? Just like you’d do anything for me,” Jughead murmurs while bumping their noses together. Betty opens her mouth, but he cuts her off before she even begins. “Except tell you what’s going on with me and Archie. Boundaries, babe,” he adds on as an afterthought.

Betty shakes her head at him. “I wasn’t going to even mention that,” she insists. “I was going to ask if you would shower with me, since you said you’d do anything,” she informs him. “I feel gross and… I want to be close to you.”

“Baby, this is one of those things where if I ever say no something is wrong with me,” he tells her.

She smiles weakly, then just holds her arms up like a little kid. Jughead takes the hint and slips her shirt off.

They undress each other innocently and Betty gets the shower ready before stepping in and holding a hand out to Jughead for him to join her, that she’s sure this is what she wants to happen, because she knows he worries.

He closes the shower door behind him and Betty pulls him under the warm spray, their hair becoming matted to both their heads, and goosebumps breaking out over their skin.

“What do we do now?” Betty asks softly with her lips grazing over his heart, and she lightly kisses their golden crown splashed across his heart.

“What we always do,” he responds as he cups her jawline with his now large, strong hands. “Figure it out. Together.”

So many things had changed when Betty was gone. It made her wish she never went to Boston, never left when things at home were so fragile, apparently in more ways than one.

Polly was unreachable, for now. Thornhill was serious business, it even had security, and just showing up was last on the list of her ideas for how to get in contact with Polly. Her and Jug were likely to be strip searched or just thrown out on their asses, hopefully the latter in all honesty.

Betty wasn’t even sure the situation with Polly was fixable, but all she really wanted was her sister back, in some shape or form.

But the situation with Archie and Jug? That was tangible, that was something she could fix, because boys are stupid and Archie is so much more easily crackable than Jughead. However, it does take almost a week to get Archie to hang out with her because it’s like he knows she’s going to try and do something about it.

“I can’t believe our sophomore year starts tomorrow, can you believe it?” he asks as soon as they sit down and after they nodded to Pop for their usual’s.

“I can’t believe it took a week for you to finally hang out with me,” Betty counters and gets that signature Archie eye-roll and wide smile combo in return. “I was gone for two months and you treat me like some old, tossed aside… I don’t know, football or something.”

He reaches across the table and squeezes her hand. “I missed you, Betty, I did, you know I did,” he assures her. “Not in the same way as Jughead, and probably not as much, to be honest, but I did. I was busier than him though, so,” he stops and shrugs as he slouches in the booth. “Tell me all about it. I can’t believe you met Toni Morrison! You must have freaked.”

“I did, I really did, you would have laughed at me,” she agrees.

Of course, things changed with Archie too, because why wouldn’t they? Everything changed when she was gone and she wasn’t around to see any of it, or prevent any of it.

But Archie’s change is good, at least Betty thinks so. He has a great voice, which she is aware of since she has continued the joy of overhearing him belt out boyband songs when their windows are open. Plus, he’s putting his guitar lessons to good use, and it’s another thing to help keep him out of trouble and hopefully it means he won’t fall in love every other month like he usually does.

She waits until dessert to make her move, because it’s only polite to make small talk and catch up first.

“I can’t take it anymore, what’s going on with you and Jug?” she demands, and must have been louder than she thought because Archie jumps in surprise.

“Betty…”

“No, don’t you ‘Betty’ me, Archibald, it took me a week to get you to hang out with me because we can’t all hang out together—”

“Hey now, that’s not true. I’ve been busy with football practice, and I just told you I’m working on music. It takes a lot of dedication, especially since I’m getting into it late in the game,” he insists.

“No, no don’t do that. We’ve always been busy, Arch. I have a million extra-curriculars, you have sports and girls, and Jughead has me and his isolation stuff, but we always managed to get together. Even if it meant we were all just sitting in the same room quietly because we have stuff going on. I’m keeping us together throughout high school and beyond, okay? And I won’t have you and Jug ruin it over some stupid boy fight, I won’t!” she told him, getting more forceful as she went.

“Betty, it’s not on you to—”

“But it is!” she cuts him off and realizes she’s getting worked up and her nails are resting on her scabs ready to sink in.

No, she wasn’t going to do that. She was going to be vocal and use her words and learn to cope better like her and Jug talked about. Or, started talking about at least. It’s a process.

“Betty—”

“We’re best friends, Archie, not just the two of us, not just him and me and not just you and him. All three of us are best friends, the three musketeers, and I don’t want it ruined. You two are,” she stops and sighs. “You two are my family and I don’t… sometimes I feel like you guys are all I have and,” she looks down to stare at her angry yellow scabs. “I can’t lose you.”

“Betty, hey,” he murmurs and she looks up, not realizing tears welled up in her eyes. “Jughead and I aren’t going anywhere, I promise.”

She wipes her nose and nods. “I don’t want you to think I’m being selfish,” she admits.

“Betty, you are the least selfish person I know,” he assures her. “Don’t worry, just give us some time and we’ll figure it out. I’ll be better, I’ll make sure we spend more time together and nothing changes too much, alright? Our friendship is a priority; believe me when I say that.”

“I do,” she whispers and sniffles. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to put you on the spot,” she apologizes, and he gives her a look. “Okay, I did, but I didn’t mean to cry as I did.”

“No worries, one of my best friends being a girl has made me very in touch with my emotions,” he teases.

“Arch, sometimes I think you’re too in touch with emotions,” Betty responds and he laughs, but stops abruptly after the bell above Pop’s door rings. Archie seems like he’s enchanted, or under some spell.

Betty turns and sees a brunette around their age entering the diner. She’s wearing all black and even from far away Betty can tell the pearls around her neck are expensive.

“I’m here to pick up an order for Lodge,” she announces as Pop walks by her.

“Two burgers, be ready in one sec,” the old man assures her.

The girl looks over at the two of them and, of course, Archie is still mesmerized. “How are the onion rings here, if you don’t mind my asking?” she asks.

Archie’s mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

“They’re great,” Betty speaks up. “Everything here is amazing.”

The girl smiles. “Thanks, some onion rings too, please!” she calls over to Pop, who nods. “I’m Veronica Lodge,” she introduces herself.

Betty’s eyes fill with know. She should have known, or at least guessed. The school called her two days ago. “Oh, I’m Betty Cooper, I’ll be your peer mentor this year, I guess,” she tells her.

“I prefer the term ‘friend,’” Veronica insists with a kind smile.

“Friend, okay,” Betty agrees and they both look to Archie who is still staring. “This is Archie Andrews.”

“Archie… Andrews,” he echoes and licks his lips. He holds his hand out and Veronica takes it to shake, and that’s when Betty notices delicate white gloves on the raven-haired girl’s hands.

“Well, Betty Cooper and Archie Andrews, I guess I’ll be seeing you,” she says and is gone as fast as she came.

As Betty literally watches Archie drool at her silhouette, she can’t help but think that she better get used to change, because this year is going to bring a lot of it.

To be continued….

Notes: The timeline is going to slow for the time being because I have a good bit planned for them at these ages and it's when we see them on the show, so, yeah. Welcome to the fun, Veronica Lodge ;) ALRIGHT - don't be mad at me because technically it's the 13th (maybe the 12th for some of you depending on timezones) so it didn't take me a whole month to update because the last one was on the 14th so HA. JK - I went through a pretty bad depression spell where all I did was work, eat, and sleep and it was rough there for a minute. I was struggling, but I'm coming out of it and I'm trying to continue to do so. Thanks for hanging in there with me and sending asks on my tumblr about my progress or motivating me. You have no idea how much it helps just to know someone is thinking about my writing and telling me its worth pursuing. ALSO - my brother had a baby on the 10th! So I had two days of babylovin' meaning I wouldn't leave him alone. He's the CUTEST (kind of, I mean he's my third nephew and they're all cute so) and he was a BIG boy, 10lbs! Jandy got pics, ask her how cute he is because he's so CUTE. & - as always, shout out to @jandjsalmon for beta-ing and making the aesthetic and for dealing with me when I was a low mope and on a baby high - she's the best and deserves praise, applause, and possibly alcohol or whatever she enjoys immensely. Lemme know your thoughts!!

#riverdale #bughead #betty cooper #jughead jones #fanfiction #call me a safe bet

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Awakening

Kade always thought there was something wrong with how the Storm twins had been brought into the facility his father ran. The boy had looked at their files and it just didn’t add up.

Kara was outgoing and friendly, the kind of person others flock to. A natural leader and loyal to a fault. A personality that meshed together with her wolf well. She would never turn on someone unless given a very good reason too, which is why they didn’t target her.

Zach was quieter than his little sister of five minutes, a fact the girl had made very very clear in their time knowing each other, easier to get to go with anything with persistence. He would charge his mind at the drop of a hat and was a bit of a loner which meshed well with his Lion as well. Only discrepancy was that Zach was also insanely loyal, especially to his little sisters, which left a very large question mark on the events that took place about 14 years ago.

How could a five-year-old boy suddenly change personality so much that he is able to murder his mother and three-year-old sister, then turn and help capture and torture his twin sister? It didn’t make any form of sense!

The day he turned 20 Kade had been given access to anything and everything having to do with the Votex organization, but he didn’t dare make a move in case people *cough* Zach *cough* were watching him. After a few months Zach was called out on a mission and Kade was free to do some snooping.

Gazing down at the elder Storm’s file Kade finally found the one piece of the puzzle that had eluded him for years: a drug he was prescribed to supposedly help with his powers.

Kade turned to the other documents and searched for the drug, finding a file that went more into specifics.

According to the file the drugs were used much like brainwashing just without the hassle of equipment. All Zach had to do was pop one a day and his mind would stay cloudy enough that he could be controlled, but not so bad as to turn him into a useless zombie.

‘Clever Dad, very clever.’

Kade quickly made a copy of all the files he needed before folding them up and placing them into a small compact in an inner pocket of his sweatshirt and walking off in the direction of the infirmary.

The infirmary wasn’t anything special, but it’s where Kade felt the safest. It was his own personal space, a place where no one could tell him how to do anything. His father gifted him the space when he turned 18, a show of pride that his son was following him into the medical field. Where it was true that Kade wanted to be a doctor, he wanted nothing to do with his father’s work. He wanted to help the supernatural not harm them.

He wanted to create what Votex was supposed to be; a place where supernatural beings could go for help when they were scared of themselves, a place where they were safe.

A place that he could have gone to when he was bit, not a place where he had to hide what he was every day of his life. In all honesty Kade was surprised that he had been able to hide it this long, surely Zach had sniffed him out already so why hadn’t he informed his father. The only thing that Kade could come up with was that he was waiting for Kade to slip up himself.

Making his way into the infirmary Kade found a note had been placed on his desk. Undoubtedly a list of new things his father wanted him to do. Over the two years of having the space Maxwell had been slowly adding more things for his son to do, whether it was inventory or preparing tools and medicines for future ‘appointments’. To keep his cover Kade did it all, no matter how much he wanted to sabotage it all, tending to the poor souls that endured the treatment once it was over and done with.

To be honest, they were the main reason he stayed. Ever since he saw Kara in the cells all cut up and bruised he had to help them in any way he could, and if that was just patching up the damage done to them by his father then that was what he would do.

Looking down at the note Kade went over the new items he had to complete, and he couldn’t believe his luck. It was all meds for the workers! Everything from ibuprofen to inhalers was on that list. If Kade looked at the sticky note attached to the list he would have seen a note from his father explaining that if meds were what he was going to study first, then he would take care of any and all prescriptions for the facility workers, but that’s not where his focus was.

Instead all he could do was stare at the list where ‘Zachary Storm’ was written.

Kade couldn’t believe his luck. It was the perfect scenario for him to make a move. He quickly logged into a small tablet and sent a photo of the files along with a message of his plans to an email, to which he got a replay quickly. With a smile he logged out of the account, re-hid the tablet, and got to work putting together the new prescriptions.

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By the time Zach had returned from his mission Kade’s plan was ready to start. It didn’t take long for the Storm to come around and grab his pills, being low even before he left, and popping one while leaving the infirmary. The next few days consisted of status updates through email to the same person the files were sent to, checking up on prisoners, and observing Zach.

The new drugs, which were really only sugar mixed with ingredients to make it seem more medicine-like, didn’t take long to change his demeanor. Zach started to hesitate slightly when doing his job, shaking his head as if trying to refocus. He played it off as being sick to which he was, without surprise, sent to Kade.

When he arrived it was visible that the former drugs effects had worn off, but Kade didn’t push it just in case he was wrong. All he knew was that the younger boy’s scent was different, less subdued than it had been in the past. As Kade worked Zach stared down at the floor, seeming to try to find how to proceed.

“Can I ask you something?”

“I am your doctor nowadays, confidentiality does stand. That is one thing I made very clear to my father when he put me in this position. You can tell me anything and it will not leave this room.”

Zach fell silent for a moment, making Kade take a breath and speaking up again.

“Is it about what happened with Kara?”

Zach flinched as if struck, further cementing the fact that the drugs had worn off, before nodding. “Everything in my memory is hazy, I just know that I did a lot of terrible things.”

Kade’s eyes widened. “You mean you remember nothing of the last 14 years? Absolutely nothing?”

Zach shook his head again. “Every so often I remember something, but most of it comes as nightmares.” Zach looks up at Kade with a broken expression. “Tell me, did I do the things I see when I sleep? Did I kill them, Mom and Cameron? Did I make Kara’s life a living hell?”

Kade sighs before nodding his head, resulting in Zach stiffening and lowering his head in shame. Kade can’t help but feel bad for the guy, placing his hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll be alright, just give me a minute, or an hour.”

“Take all the time you need. When you’re ready we can discuss this further.” Kade turns around and writes up an email to his father stating that Zach is going to have to stay out of things for a while until he recovers from some unseen head trauma before turning to Zach again.

“I’ll be right back. Wait here.” He doesn’t wait for a response before making his way to his room, grabbing a journal and heading back, handing it off to Zach who only gives him a questioning look.

“You said that everything from the last 14 years are hazy and hard to remember. This is my journal from about a month after I met Kara. I began writing everything down in hopes that it could be used to take down my father in the future. I tried to write absolutely everything down as accurately as I could. Unfortunately that also means that I described everything that happened to Kara in that much detail.” Kade points at the book, now held in a death grip by Zach. “You want to know what you did? You read that. Just know that I don’t hold back anything in that book, whether it’s wound descriptions or my own thoughts.”

Zach nods, placing the book in a small string backpack he brought with him, before standing up. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet kid. You haven’t read what I wrote down yet, and that’s the journal I’m nicest in. The rest I get… lets just say aggressive.”

Zach nods. “It’s alright I more than likely deserve it. However, you’re still helping me remember, so you’re still getting a thank you.”

“Thank me by not getting caught. If anyone finds out you’re not drugged anymore we’re both screwed, and so are the others imprisoned here.”

“Of course. I swear that I will do everything I can to stay in character, but I’m not sure how long that will be possible.” The younger one lowers his head. “If I have to go back and do what I used to I don’t think I’ll be able to do it.”

Kade places his hand back on Zach’s shoulder. “If everything goes according to plan you won’t have to. An outside source and I have been working on a plan for a while now and, now that you’re on our side of the chess match, things will go even smoother.”

“When does this plan start?”

Kade smirks. “My dear Storm. It began before Kara even escaped this place two years ago. We just finally have everything we need.” The elder takes a step back. “Now go, do your reading homework and rest. When you’re done with that book come back and I’ll give you the rest etcetera. We still have planning to do before we can start the next stage of the plan.”

Zach nods and heads out the door with the journal leaving Kade within the infirmary walls. Grabbing a satchel stocked with medical supplies he makes his way towards the basement levels of the facility, aiming to both patch the others' wounds, and inform a few of them on the new news.

#oc #ocs #Kade Lawson #Zachary Storm #original character #prompts from the fictober-event blog

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wayward-hell · 7 years

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A Red Moon

So this is the crappy Lucifer x Reader i was nervous about posting, but due to the comment from @beksib, I decided i’d write it.

I like exact numbers so here you go:

5346 words in this story

Warning: Swearing (if that is a warning), oh and unfortunately this ain’t smut sorry

Lucifer x Reader (Non-human) Fluff! Fic!

Father. Dad. More commonly known as God, had transferred Lucifer back into his first vessel. Intimidating stature, dusty-sand short blonde locks, and frozen, cold, piercing blue eyes. After a particularly stupid idea he was left quite damaged, forcing him to be vulnerable. He could be killed in this state, as Amara had stolen much of his grace and Chuck – God – had said he “couldn’t” give it back to him. Lucifer was being forced to stay with the Winchesters in the bunker. Surprisingly, neither Sam, nor Dean were bothered by the extra presence of Lucifer as he kept himself locked away in the room they let him stay in.

It had been only a few days after the incident that Sam had gotten a call from a panicking man over the phone that Lucifer emerged from his room. He silently moved to the doorway to stand in the shadows and listen in on what was happening. Though most of his grace was gone he was still a good listener, years upon years in hell listening to every sound and creak come from outside the cage made you a really skilled listener.

Sam revealed that it was a voicemail from a few hours ago, the location the man gave was little under a day away, and Lucifer immediately concluded that the guy was most likely already dead.

“Sounds like an extreme ghost. You?” Sam asked Dean having listened to the voicemail three times now, Dean nodded and they both started packing up and grabbing tools, weapons and things they would need. They headed for the impala in the garage and Lucifer followed intent on coming with them. He was not going to sit vulnerable in an underground cement cage. Sam was already in the car when Dean moved to get in and spotted Lucifer about to climb in the back seat.

“Oh no. No, you are not coming on this, you’re staying here. You understand? Hey!” Lucifer completely ignored the elder brother and got in the car. He stretched out over the back seat getting comfortable.

“I’m coming, and neither of you are going to stop me. Besides daddy said you two knuckle heads had to watch over me remember? And you wouldn’t want to upset dad, now would you?” He stated it clearly, but dripping with sass. The brothers looked to each other warily. Sam finally looking over Lucifer once last time before settling back into his seat with a deep sigh. A sly grin slid over Lucifer’s face.

“No way Sammy. No, you, you of all people should not be-“

“Dean.” Sam stared straight out the front window, then deadpanned over to meet his brother’s gaze. Obviously against this, but having no other choice.

“Drive.” An aggravated huff and some angry mumbles later Dean settled and started the car, pulling out of the bunker and out onto the dirt road.

The trip to the small town was silent. Dean didn’t even turn the radio on to drown out his mind. Both brothers stared out the window as Lucifer sat in the back seat bored out of his mind. As they all got closer Sam went over the voicemail and what it could possibly be a few more times, Dean now calm enough to talk about the case, pitched in some ideas. Lucifer stayed uncharacteristically quiet the whole time, resorting to nodding to himself.

They pulled up to the address and the house looked like a wrecking ball had been swung through the building. The mail box thankfully had the address on it, and it was still standing just on the edge of the lawn. The three got out and went into the wreckage. Must have been a one story house as there wasn’t too much debris or structure still standing that would suggest a second floor.

“Try calling the number Sam, see if the ape is in this mess.” Lucifer suggested keeping his hands in his pockets as he casually walked over the wreckage. Sam looked to Dean, who shrugged and nodded to his brother, both were surprised that Lucifer was giving actually good advice. Both brothers had previously thought that he was just going to be a pain through this whole case. Lucifer had thought he might as well help solve their little case so he didn’t get bored.

Sam called the number and not seconds later a ring tone started up, but it was faint. Lucifer went to it first moving some wood and glass aside to find a hatch cut into the floor, a thick circular handle attached to it. He lifted it and the sound was immediately louder. He looked down into the darkened basement and spoke without missing a beat.

“Ladies first.” Missing the glare from both the brothers he held the hatch open and let Sam and Dean go through into the basement first. Their flash lights were crap as they could barely even light up a whole room. Lucifer sighed and grabbed Dean’s phone and turned the flash light on and pointed it towards the ceiling. The light bounced from the ceiling to faintly light up the whole basement. Both brothers were once again impressed, but Dean hid it as he glared at Lucifer for taking his phone.

How are these two even still alive? Lucifer cockily thought to himself as they moved through the seemingly untouched basement. A few things were knocked over, but otherwise everything looked in order. Until they found the mangled body of a man, the man which had made the call. The phone lay, face down ringing next to the man’s outstretched hand. His chest was ripped open and multiple organs were missing, including his heart.

“Werewolves?” Dean offered. Sam nodded and hummed in agreement. “Looks like.”

The brother’s examined the body as Lucifer lazily wandered through the rest of the basement looking at nothing in particular. Pictures, post-it notes with lists of items, scattered tools, but no weapons. Curious Lucifer moved to the farthest section of the basement and found a cabinet. Looking back to the brothers who were still busy with the body, he turned back to the cabinet and opened it. A light filled the section he was in and the numerous weapons within the cabinet.

Not only were there weapons, but there were jars as well. They seemed to be empty now, but once contained something with blood in them, the lids half broken off, small dotted blood trails leading out of the cabinet. However not one of the weapons were touched, still in their safe assigned spaces.

“What you got there Lucifer? Woah. So we can rule out civilian, definitely a hunter.” Sam nodded looking through the large cabinet.

“Woah. Wait is that a message in blood?” Dean pointed past Lucifer’s head to the door he’d opened. Sure enough there was a message written in blood.

Forgive me Goddess of the Moon

“Lucifer you know any ‘goddess’s of the moon’?” Sam asked hopeful, Lucifer shook his head just as confused as they were.

They had gone back to the motel they chose, one room three beds. As the days went by there were more killings, not all the same. Some houses still intact, some victims outside all together, but what was definitely the same was the hearts missing and the message. However the message was similar, but not exact for all of them, but written the same way - in the blood of the victim.

“Forgive me Moon Protector”

“Forgive me Warrior of the Moon”

“I have sinned Mother Moon”

Three other kills and they had finally gotten a strong lead. This was more of an identification, as the last one the fourth was not fulfilled, the woman was still alive and was quickly taken to hospital, where she later died from her injuries, but not before giving up all the information she had to the “FBI” agents which the brothers and Lucifer pretended to be. She knew the person who had attacked her, a man, in fact her boss.

That night they dug up any and all information they could on the guy. As far as the world was concerned he was a wealthy, charitable and clean soul. The next morning they went to the office building he worked at, his office was on the 50th floor, and he actually agreed to meet the FBI agents. Coming out of the office they got his work hours and found that he stayed long after everyone was gone. The brother’s decided, that night they would go back up there and confront him in his office, it was the top floor of the building after all. There was no where he could go.

That night they didn’t realize that he was willing to go to the roof top to get away. The three men chased him up the small stair case, after him to the roof where they found him near the edge – crying?

“Why’d you do it? Alexander! Why’d you do it!?” Dean yelled at him getting his attention away from the streets below. He turned to find the three men slowly moving closer, both brother’s had weapons, but refused to give one to Lucifer as they still didn’t trust him.

“The first one, he was a hunter. He thought I-I had something to do with the weird animal, killings out in the forests…” He sniffled and kept crying. Obviously this werewolf didn’t like to kill.

“Alright, so let me get this, you’re a werewolf that doesn’t like to kill? What about all the messages? Huh?” His brow scrunched up, but not in confusion like the brothers thought.

“Forgive me Warrior of the Moon. I have sinned Mother Moon. Forgive me Goddess of the Moon?” Dean quoted them, but they came across snarky and judgmental to the werewolf. He looked up at the men, his eyes glowing in anger and in supernatural power. He charged the brothers and got knocked to the ground by Lucifer. They stood and the wolf was on him again this time now fully transformed. The brother’s couldn’t get a clean shot in so they were forced to stand, waiting for the opportune moment.

Claw, punch, knee, kick, claw. Each was now bloody, but it seemed that Lucifer was winning even without his grace he was still physically strong. Finally he threw another punch and the wolf lost its footing and was exposed to the edge. Sam and Dean shot twice then each watched as it staggered back and fell off the edge, but not before grabbing hold of Lucifer and pulling him over.

The wolf was dead and just continued to fall, but Lucifer was falling with no wings. Without his grace he couldn’t hope to open them quick enough. The street gradually became brighter and brighter the closer he got, the lights flickering below him. A sense of fear, or pain ran through his veins for what felt like the first time in forever.

He was out of reach nobody could save him now. He would hit the ground and die a human from lack of grace. His wings would only then show, burning into the ground, massive. He shut his eyes already giving into the worst possible end as the street blurred out of vision. Not afraid of death, but afraid of dying a human.

Seconds. Minutes past? There was no ground. No death, just more air? Had he misjudged the fall and was he still falling? Just wind, air, fresh air. The town’s air had been harsh, this was fresh.

“Just close your eyes, the sun is going down you’ll be alright. No one can hurt you now, come morning light.” A woman’s voice rang through his head. It sounded delicate and soft, yet strong. A warm feeling filled up his body and for once he actually felt secure.

(Y/N POV)

The night was beautiful, who wouldn’t want to be out and about. In truth you were always more a night person. Having been born non-human you lived most your life in the shadows in the darkness, but the moon gave you hope that one night, or rather day you’d see the light in a city or town without judgement.

For some twisted reason you were born non-human, you had something little kids only dreamed about. Having no parents and abandoned in the hospitals new born room you were taken to an orphanage. You remember little, but the hate and fear in that place, and the joy you felt when you ran away at ten. You had wings, and unnatural colored eyes, at the time.

You lived on the streets, then moved to forests opting to live away from others. This enhanced your senses and it was only just recently that you’d found a way to hide your wings, and you almost constantly wore contacts or said you were so people didn’t look at you like you were a freak, or worse.

A monster.

You didn’t bother wearing contacts tonight as you had no plans to meet with people. You did however have you wings hidden under your jacket, the feathers uncomfortably moved and forced into hiding by the restraints. Each feather was black at the tip, a deep blue in the center then finally a varying degree of teal, or silver at the base of each feather. Giving your wings a starry night sky look to them.

You shook your head walking into town not wanting past thoughts running inside your head, nor the thought of your aching wings. The memories of everything you’d done and had been done to you. Your motto playing in your head now: whats over is over.

The streets were fairly clear and the werewolves of the town seemed to be asleep this night. This newer generation having more control even when the full moon was out like tonight.

The lights on the streets flickered with your presence, but you paid it no mind it always happened, you couldn’t help it. You walked further down the block and around the corner to find a beautiful black four door Chevy impala. You looked up to the roof of the building, now a perfect silhouette in the moon.

You watched as two men fell from the face of the building. One seamed limp and you could smell blood on the air, something connected in your head and just from the sent you could tell it was one of the many werewolves from the town. The other however was alive he just kept falling and you couldn’t just stand there and watch.

You quickly looked around as you tore off your jacket, the tank top you wore had an open back allowing space for you wings. The street was thankfully clear. With that you turned back to the man still falling and at increasing speeds. You lifted off the ground with a searing pain erupting from your back as you tore your wings from the restraints you’d created, thankfully your wings were much stronger then metal and leather.

The wind raced past you as you rose up above the ground towards the man. You stopped your wings from flapping now just falling above the man. He was at first cold to the touch when you grasped his shoulders. You pulled him flush to you and realized how cold your body must have been, he was so warm now, you noticed he’d shut his eyes and let his body go limp.

He’d completely given up all hope, he wasn’t scared, being scared of falling to his death would have killed him a few floors up with a heart attack. No. He just didn’t care anymore, didn’t see how he could be saved. Your heart broke a little for the man you didn’t even know.

Wanting to make sure you didn’t drop him so you carefully pulled your arms over his chest to form an x, gripping each of his shoulders with the opposite hand. It was then that you leaned forwards, gained speed then lifted above the ground.

Higher and higher, just enough that nobody in the town below would have a clear imagine of the two of you flying. You felt him stir and that’s when you whispered in a soft voice to him, close to his ear.

“Just close your eyes, the sun is going down you’ll be alright. No one can hurt you now, come morning light.” You didn’t know what came over you to say it, but you remembered it from a song and it just felt right.

The wind was cool and the moon lit up the night as you slowly descended towards the ground. No people on the streets, or in the area as far as you could tell, and it was just outside a motel on the edge of town, so it was perfect. You could get the guy a room and leave him a note then go about your night.

You landed and carefully moved to hold him and support him as if he were just a sleeping drunk friend. His body leaning on yours arm over your shoulder, your arm around his shoulders. As you hit the ground he suddenly woke up and stood then stumbled about ‘till he fell over none too delicately. He had a confused shock look over his face. You reached out to him, happy that there wasn’t anyone else here.

Nope.

No you just couldn’t catch a fucking break could you? That sleek black Chevy stopped right next to you both, skidding to a halt. Two men got up and raised two pistols at you ready to fire. You glared at both of them coming to your full height, which compared to them wasn’t much, but you still looked intimidating. Your wings coming up behind you, framing your body and giving you height.

(Original/mixed POV)

Lucifer got up as the brothers came to a racing halt next to him and his savior. Bet they wouldn’t have saved me if they knew who I was, who I am.

“Ah, the brothers. Coming just in time to point your weapons at the one who saved me.” Lucifer spoke quite sarcastically as he brushed himself off and for the first time came to look at the one who saved him.

He stood froze staring at her. The warm feeling returned to his chest and through his body as he looked her over. He focused on her wings and it felt like all the breath had been taken out of him.

She was talking, but he couldn’t hear her, or anything else. It was the most odd feeling ever, he’d never felt something like it before, and yet it was happening to him. What is this? What is she? What’s happening? Am I becoming human?

Lucifer finally snapped out of it and he could hear her and the brothers talking. He looked at the two men, both had put their guns away and Dean of course seemed to be hitting on her. Sam made eye contact with Lucifer and stepped closer to him without thought.

“You alright?” He couldn’t process the question properly and the feeling was still there though dull now he couldn’t shake it. It aggravated him.

“Fine.” He lashed out, sounding less than fine. He stormed off to the motel room angered now, but not knowing fully why. Unbeknownst to him you’d been standing there politely glancing over at him every so often to see him staring at you. It sent thrilling chills down your spine and through your body, but having him lash out and walk away left you feeling defeated, though you didn’t really know why.

He was a handsome stranger that you’d saved and you felt attached to him for some reason. The brothers had introduced themselves, explained what had happened and thanked you – sort of.

Sam was confused as he watched the stranger storm off. Dean seemed angry, and before another word was said you lifted up and flew after him. A few wing beats later and you were landing in front of him stopping him in his tracks.

“Hey. You don’t just get to storm off after that buddy.” Lucifer was shocked for a moment seeing you land in front of him just to tell him off. The making their way over as you stood in front of this man, hands on your hips in defiance.

“Excuse me, I must not understand. Do you take me for someone who cares?” He spoke harshly though he didn’t know why it just came out. He moved to pass her, but her wing stretched out to stop him.

“Oh hells no. I was going to be nice, but not after that. I just saved your life and I don’t even get a “hey”, or a thanks? Not as much as a fucking name?!” The brothers were just behind Lucifer now as you carved into him with your words.

“You know I don’t even generally save people, I usually am the one keeping the damn werewolves in this town in check, but no you couldn’t be bothered to even give me your name? After I got out of my way, and risk my future to save you? Yeah alright if you don’t care, then fine go on.” You’d moved you wing back to frame your body as you crossed your arms.

“If you don’t care at all that I just risked my future and personal safety to save your ass then fine go to your room like a child. I’ll leave, and if you ever need my help again I won’t be there to save you.” You let out a huff at the end and the silence consumed the space between you two.

The moon shone down on you both and on the shocked faces of the brothers, who were both looking between you and the man they knew as Lucifer.

“Lucifer.” Then he stormed off down the small walkway to the shared room. You turned to the brothers a confused look on your face, arms outstretched in confusion.

“Lucifer? I can’t tell if he just gave me his name, or if he was trying to swear at me?” Sam was the first to sober up and come up the stairs and sigh.

“No. It’s not just his name, it’s who he is. That was Lucifer.” As Sam spoke watching you for any reaction Dean went back to the car. You looked to Sam searching his features for any sign of a lie. None.

“That. That was Lucifer? The archangel?” Sam nodded as you pointed to the door in which he disappeared. You huffed out a “huh” then moved down the stairs and stretched your wings as you walked.

“Hey wait! Do you – uh – you mentioned keeping werewolves in check? Maybe tomorrow morning you want to meet over at the café and tell us more about that?” Sam jogged up to you and asked you. You bit the edge of your lip thinking about waking up in the morning and actually coming into town and being in the light of day, where people can see every detail of you. Even your eyes.

“Uh, well if you really need to know then I guess I could?” you said it as more of a question to if you would go through with it or not. He smiled a little and moved away saying his goodbye. You flew back down the street and scooped up your jacket and restraints off the ground without landing, then went home.

A secluded space in the forests just outside of town, that was home. Had been since a few years after you ran away from the orphanage. You’d found it and ever since you’d been stealing, buying and shoplifting things to put inside the house. Fixing it up so that it was yours, so that it was safe.

The house itself was a small cabin, there was a second floor, but no basement. That is until you made one. It was difficult and nearly impossible, but you did it. A secret basement, and in that a secret tunnel leading to a heavily protected base underground in which was huge. It had taken you many years to make it, but it kept you busy. It kept you out of sight from others, and from judgement.

The next morning you eagerly got up, dressed and put your wings in the newly made restraints. They ached the entire walk back into town, but when you got into town even at the edge of the building you stared in shock at how the light had bounced off the buildings and how it all looked so perfect. So bright and happy, the morning sunrise still red in the sky.

It was a particularly hot day so you had opted for a dress, it was short, but the style went well with your sneakers and black leather jacket. You had brought your sunglasses as well as you didn’t feel like putting contacts in today. You’d just met these men, but they didn’t run scared from you, or fall down begging thinking you were an angel of vengeance.

They actually seemed to know a lot about the supernatural. The conversation you’d had with the brothers in the parking lot was quite interesting. You finally got to the café and walked in taking a breath in as you did. You stepped up and ordered Y/F/D. You pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to the lady. You didn’t have a job, but sometimes the werewolves paid you for what you did, or you lifted a card off someone and got some of the money out of the account. You were smart though, sometimes going to entirely different country’s just to take some of the money out of the account, just too then take the cash, leave the card and leave nothing for the cops to follow.

You sipped your drink, satisfied that you made the right choice you found a booth to sit in and proceed to wait for the brothers to show up. You left your glasses on not caring that you looked like a total jerk, you’d rather look like a jerk than a monster. You set the drink down on the table and your hand stilled around it, as your mind drifted to darker thoughts.

The ring of the little bell above the door snapped you out of your darkened thoughts, a fake smile flowing casually onto your face as you saw the brothers and Lucifer step into the café. They obviously had been arguing the ride here. They got their coffees and you flagged Sam down, he led the other two right to your booth. Sam and Dean sat together while you moved further into the booth so Lucifer could sit next to you.

You all silently sipped at your drinks. The brothers looking you over and you them and Lucifer.

“You look nice. I’m glad you came, we’re really interested in your role with the wolves.” Sam broke the silence first. Dean followed suit after you accepted the compliment with a smile.

“Mind if I ask what’s with the shades?” Dean gestured to the aviators you wore and you blushed a little.

“Uh, don’t like people seeing my eyes, freaks them out a bit, and I didn’t put contacts on today.” You brought both hands to hold your cup nervously. You missed the look the brothers shared as you sipped your drink and glanced out the window next to you.

“It’s alright Y/N. Promise we won’t get freaked out, we’ve probably seen freakier things.” Sam tried to calm your nervousness with a smile, but you looked to the others. Dean nodded, Lucifer just watched you carefully, curious. You took in a deep breath and held it. Shutting your eyes you took your glasses off, folded them, and placed them down near your drink. You let out the breath as you opened your eyes to see the brothers.

The light danced over their skin, and through each strand of hair that was out of place. They both looked handsome and absolutely stunning. You looked to Lucifer and had to stop yourself from gasping. The light shone into his eyes making them look silver, his sandy gold hair was lit up by the sunlight and it looked like a soft and messy, but it fit him perfectly giving him a bad boy look.

“Woah. You know the bible says you’re supposed be the most handsome archangel there is, I think that was an understatement.” You flirted with him and you didn’t care, it needed to be said. There was no way you would have gotten through a conversation without saying it. You noticed a smile tug at the edge of his mouth and it filled you with a happiness to know that you did that. You made Lucifer almost smile.

You turned back to Sam and Dean, your eyes now fully adjusted to see them proper without squinting. You took in their expressions and frowned in confusion.

“What did I say? I warned you the eyes freak people out. It’s not every day you meet a girl with a crimson blood color for eyes.” You crossed your arms and lost the confused look as you came to your own conclusion.

“It’s not that –no it’s just” Sam stumbled over his words.

“They’ve seen eyes like yours before, but they only see it when I get angry.” Lucifer spoke up sounding a little proud, a triumphant smile on his face as he looked from you to the brothers.

“Okay, well I hate being the center of attention so let’s get to the wolves shall we?” You offered a topic change and thankfully they took it.

“This town is probably a good 50% wolf, but they’re the new generation types, you know can change at will. Some of them, actually most of them don’t like to kill, and in fact most haven’t had a human heart yet.” The three looked shocked and rightfully so, it took a great deal of effort to not go after a human, especially once changed.

“When I found one of the wolves I talked with him and he led me to the others here, I know almost all the wolves in this town. I’m the one who gets them hearts. I usually go after small game in the area or in other states. Due to my abilities I can get almost anything. I have even gone hunting with a few of the wolves. I’ve been helping and because I haven’t told them anything about myself they call me the moon goddess or something.” You shrugged not even completely sure about it.

“Really? So you’re the Moon Goddess?” Dean questioned, leaning onto the table. You nodded, the confused look still on your face.

“Yeah, they set up this… thing out in the woods where they leave me gifts. The offerings are just leaning against a tree with a detailed hand drawn picture of a set of wings, along with small messages posted to it and the tree. Things like, protect us Moon lady, help us Moon lady, and forgive me. I honestly think that they believe me to be an angel, it’s getting real fucking annoying.” Lucifer looked you over paying no mind to the brothers.

Although his grace was slowly returning, but just barely he couldn’t sense any angelic grace on you, so you were definitely right you weren’t an angel, but these idiots’ humans would think you one simply because you had wings.

“So that’s it? They just think you’re an angel who they pray to bring gifts for and you feed them and hunt with them in return?” Sam questioned leaning back in the booth seat, seeming a little disappointed. You nodded and sipped your drink again, and realized there wasn’t much left so you chugged it. You slid the empty cup to the center of the table and licked your lips and leaned back. The temperature of the drink filling you up.

“It’s nice not having to hide for once. Thanks for understanding guys.” You smiled and leaned on Lucifer subconsciously. He stiffened under your weight then fell into it, bringing his arm up around your shoulders as if it were natural. You were dead tired and didn’t care when you felt his arm slide up your back and rest on your shoulder. Sam let out a disbelieving humph at what he was seeing.

A beautiful tired woman leaning into Lucifer’s side, and completely out of his character he held her close to him, his arm around her comforting her.

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kristannafever · 7 years

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lol

This is a semi-long story, but it was my day, and it was amusing to say the least (well to me anyway...) And I’m laughing about it...

Woke up to slightly bigger puddle of water in the basement (started Friday) that seems to be seeping in from the foundation since it’s been raining a lot, and shook my head like... ok, I’ll keep an eye on this and make sure I don't have to somehow lug the shopvac downstairs by myself (hubs is away all weekend... OF COURSE). It’s an undeveloped basement so water on concrete is no biggie, except we have a pool table down there and of course I don’t want the water to get to the wood legs of it, but right now it isn’t touching anything... Anywhoo.....

Fast forward to after lunch. I’m doing dishes and realize, hey!, we have no hot water. Of course this happened the last time my husband was out of town, (luckily he was able to describe to me over the phone how to fix it, and I did), so I think, I got this. Did the same thing as last time and, of course, it doesn’t work this time. Try it again, and nothing.

So I call hubs not expecting an answer (and of course he didn’t), but lucky me he called back 10 min later. So I head down there again and I ask him what to do, and he says to reset the boiler system so I try it, and it seems to be working, that is until the error code comes on again. Try it three more times and get the same result. F4 error.

Now here is the irony of the situation: Hubs is a plumber by trade, and I kid you not, this shit always seems to happen when he is out of town (happened in our old house and now seems to be continuing in the new one, because of course right?) So he’s trying to call his younger brothers (also both plumbers I should mention - and so is his dad but he doesn't live here... but I digress), and his bro’s are neck deep in their own shit-to-do this weekend, and they aren’t overly familiar with this particular system, so the one bro gets a guy he works with who knows boilers, to come out and look at this stupid system (and I’m surprised because he’s very YOUNG - I am literally wondering how someone at least 10 years my junior knows more about boilers than my ‘closer-in-age’ brother’s in law), and he goes downstairs. This is now dinner-time, and all my plans to catch up on fic’s all afternoon because I am too tired to write, are dashed, because I am periodically trying things to fix it and talk to hubs. So I am feeding the kids, while the young (very blond dude I might mention) is downstairs, and I hear water gushing and very faint swearing and I know that he fucked up somewhere...

So I text hubs and tell him this as I’m trying to feed the kids, and he’s like fuck!... but the young man came up about 10 min after said cussing, and said he fixed the issue, but he’s sorry he pulled a wrong valve, and of course he’s soaking wet, so of course I offered him a towel, but he’s like “nah, this isn’t the first time this happened to me today. I was at a customers house earlier and when I was in my truck, they turned the main water shut off back on, and I didn’t know, and soaked myself.” Then he preceded to tell me that his first call of the day was outside work, so he has basically been soaked all day.

I thank the young fellow many, many times and send him on his way and eventually head downstairs to check on that damn puddle again and HOLY SHIT! It’s twice as big and touching the legs of the pool table now (and not from the valve mishap at all). So I look over and there’s a shop vac. So naturally I’m thinking... silly husband doesn’t know that it was down here already. So I start vacuuming and BAM! Stops a few minutes in.

So, I call Hubs and explain. He say’s “the one in the garage is empty�� (apparently the one in the basement was half-full of all the clean up junk when we moved in - and why we even have two? I have no fucking idea - that man has tools and shit up the wazoo - one of them might have been someone else’s I have no idea because every dude in my life is in a trade). ANYWAY, he says take out the filter (and my Dad was in construction so I sort of know my way around a shop vac), so I get the lid off and the filter is clogged solid with cat hair (they sleep on the stupid couch down there and, well, yeah). So I strip off the filter and finally get at the puddle again, and the stupid thing stops about 10 min in because apparently there is THAT much water on the floor, and the vac is full.

Now I am at the point where this is all I can do. I have a five-and-a-half-year old, and a one-and-a-half-year old year old, doing God knows what upstairs on their own, while I am trying to clean up the water as quick as I can, and there is still a big puddle. So basically I reach the ‘Fuck-It’ stage. I know there is another shop vac in the garage somewhere, but it's still raining like a motherfucker and I know it isn't going to help much. My earlier attempt at least got the water away from the pool table and the rest is just in a bare spot on the floor so... *shrugs shoulders*

So here I am, watching the rain continue to fall relentlessly, getting the kids prepped for bed, and so excited to crack a beer when they are all tucked in and spend an hour or two watching the Jays play. Fuckin A.

#cee says stupid stuff

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lost-n-stereo · 7 years

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A/N: After 1x07 I typed out a quick little text post (which you can read here) and it inspired me to make it a full-fledged fic about Jughead moving in with Fred & Archie. Hopefully this will help pass a little time until the new episode. Almost 5k words of Bughead fluff. Enjoy!

just looking for something (something like home)

He moves in with the Andrews men early on a Saturday morning.

Not that he could really call it moving in considering his entire life fits into a backpack but at least he’s got a room to call his own.

The basement, to be exact.

Fred sets up a cot in the corner, near boxes of Christmas decorations (he’s pretty sure those haven’t been touched since Archie’s mom left) and old rusty tools and lawn equipment. He sets his backpack on a rickety tool bench but doesn’t move to unpack.

“Sorry it’s so cold down here,” Fred is saying as he throws a fitted flannel sheet over the cot’s mattress. “We’ll get you a space heater or something before winter comes.”

“Alright,” Jughead says although he’s not really paying attention. It’s not that he’s not grateful for Fred’s generosity, he is but he can’t help but think about his dad at home alone. Probably drunk, even though he promised to get his act together.

Just a month, maybe two.

Not a chance in hell.

Jughead is glad Archie is at football practice because there’s a question on the tip of his tongue that he’s a little embarrassed to ask.

“Just curious,” he starts but his voice shakes a little and his hands are sweating. He runs them down the front of his pants and clears his throat. “Is there a uh… um…a girl policy?”

Judging from Fred’s expression he’s just as surprised Jughead asked as he is.

“A girl policy,” Fred repeats. “Well, Archie has girls over but they usually keep the door open. And no sleepovers.”

Jughead laughs and holds up his hands. “Yeah, of course. That’s not really what I was talking about. More just…in general.”

Fred gives him a knowing smile and it makes him want to melt into the hard concrete floor under his feet.

“Betty is more than welcome in this house whenever she wants. She always has been and that won’t change just because you’re dating.”

Dating.

What a foreign concept. It’s something he’s still getting used to, if he’s being honest. He’s never had a real girlfriend before and he’s not even sure he knows how to be a boyfriend.

Then again, Betty kissed him after he walked her home so he’s hoping that means he’s doing alright so far.

“Great,” he says a little too enthusiastically and he blushes a little when Fred grins. “Thanks, I mean. Betty is…”

“A great girl,” Fred finishes and Jughead nods. “You’re a lucky guy, Jug.”

He just laughs and shakes his head because that is a statement that is so unfairly untrue that if he didn’t laugh about it he’d probably cry.

***

A tapping noise wakes him up and he’s immediately uneasy.

The room is pitch black and unfamiliar. He takes a breath to calm his racing heart once he realizes that he’s just in the Andrews’ basement.

You’d think after a week he’d be used to it but that’s what happens when you’re basically homeless.

You try not to get used to any place because the fear of losing it is too great.

The tapping happens again and his phone lights up with a text at almost the same exact time. Betty’s smiling face is looking up at him from the screen and he sees that it’s almost three in the morning.

Open your window.

He chuckles and gets up, his pajama pants riding low on his hips as he steps over to the low window that faces the Andrews’ front yard.

Betty is kneeling next to it, using her phone as a flashlight, and Jughead wants to laugh and scold her at the same time.

So that’s exactly what he does.

“Elizabeth Cooper, you little minx,” he says with a faux stern voice when he opens the window. “Why are you outside in the middle of the night? You know it’s not safe.”

Betty rolls her eyes and moves so her face is half in the window. She’s close enough to kiss so he does, just a little peck because he finds it impossible to not kiss her whenever they are together.

“That’s why I’m outside,” she says with a smile when he pulls away and he wants to tell her to go back home where it’s safe but also he missed her today. She was busy with cheerleading practice and they only saw each other for brief moments at school.

Jughead turns around to check the stairs, knowing that Fred and Archie are both upstairs asleep but he’s only been here a few days and the last thing he wants to do is piss anyone off.

“I’d invite you inside but I don’t think Mr. Andrews would think too highly of me if I snuck the girl next door into his basement.”

His voice is teasing but he knows that she can read behind the lines of what he’s saying.

This home is temporary and I can’t screw it up.

Betty nods and leans inside again. “I couldn’t sleep,” she admits. “I thought maybe seeing you would…”

He cocks his head and smiles. “Would what?”

“Calm me.”

His heart does something funny in his chest and he feels warm all over despite the fact that he’s not wearing a shirt or his beanie, and there’s a cool wind coming through the open window.

“I calm you?” The idea that he could calm someone else is a little unnerving considering the fact that he hardly ever feels calm about anything. Ever.

She smiles sweetly at him and nods. “You do, yeah. And I think after one more kiss I might just be able to fall asleep.”

“Well in that case.” He grins and tugs her down so her face is level with his and he kisses her softly. “Who am I to deny you a good night’s rest?”

He steals one more kiss because he can and she sighs happily before pulling herself out of the window.

“Goodnight, Juggie.”

He watches her walk across the lawn and sneak back into her house, making sure she’s safely inside before closing the window.

The taste of her candy lip gloss is still on his lips when he lays back down.

“Night, Betty.”

***

Jellybean calls him one night when he’s writing an article for the B&G, some puff piece that Betty asked him to write and if it wasn’t for the stack of burgers she promised he probably would have said no, girlfriend or not.

“Hello, brother.”

He laughs at JB’s formal greeting. “Hello, sister. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”

“I need advice,” she sighs and he rolls his eyes because she’s 10. What kind of advice does a 10 year old need.

“Hit me,” he tells her, turning off his laptop so he can give her his full attention.

There are only three women in the world he cares about and she’s at the very top of the list. If there’s a way he can help her with something, she’s his number one priority.

“Well there’s this boy…”

He groans. “Jellybean.”

“Hey! I said to call me JB, remember? I’m not a baby anymore, Jug.”

“I know,” he laughs. “But I’m really not the person to be asking when it comes to boys. Why don’t you just ask mom?”

JB sighs and his heart constricts, knowing the reason before she even says it. “She’s always busy, Juggie. With work and now classes. She’s hardly ever home.”

Jughead grips his phone in his hand, his anger building as he thinks about his baby sister home alone.

“And you? What do you do when she’s not there?”

He can practically hear her shrug. “I dunno, play video games. Play fetch with Hot Dog. Normal stuff.”

“Alone? Or does someone come watch you.”

When she hesitates he’s afraid he’s going to break his phone from gripping it so hard. “Not always. Sometimes Mrs. Adams stays with me after school or on the weekends.”

“Damn it,” he says without meaning to and he ignores JB’s gasp at his use of a swear word. The girl can listen to old school classic rock all day long but the second you say damn or shit she’s losing her mind. “I can’t help you with the boy stuff, JB, but I think I know someone who can.”

He tells her he’ll call her back and without putting his phone down he types in the only number he knows by heart.

“Juggie.”

Betty’s sweet voice drifts through the phone and into his ear.

“Hey, I need a favor.”

She laughs. “I’m all ears.”

He explains JB’s situation, boy trouble that she can’t talk to their mom about, and Betty immediately asks for her phone number.

“Thank you,” he says, his voice cracking a little because damn this girl and her ability to fix problems he didn’t even know he had.

“Of course, Jug. I’ll call her right now.”

A little over an hour later his phone lights up with a text from his sister.

Thank u!!! Betty is the best. I love her soooo much!

He chuckles as he thumbs in a response but really there’s only one thing on repeat in his mind.

Me too, kid. Me too.

***

The investigation goes cold for a couple weeks.

Betty spends a lot of her time at Veronica’s with Polly and although Jughead is welcome there he tends to stay away because there’s only so much baby talk he can take before he wants to take a rattle and shove it through his ear.

Archie asks him on a Wednesday if he wants to go camping over the weekend.

“It’s November,” Jughead deadpans. “Isn’t it too cold for camping?”

Archie just shrugs. “Aren’t you sick of just sitting around all the time? Let’s go do something fun for once.”

He agrees because apparently he’s agreeable now and when he tells Betty at lunch that he’ll be gone all weekend she actually beams.

“Wow,” he snickers. “Don’t be so sad about me leaving, Betts.”

Betty rolls his eyes and kisses his cheek. He tries to pretend he doesn’t see Archie look away but it’s hard when his best friend is so blatantly obvious about it.

“I’m not happy that you’re leaving for the weekend. I’m happy that you’re doing something for yourself. You never get to have fun, Juggie. This will be good for you.” She looks over at Archie and then back at him. “Good for both of you.”

He knows what she’s saying without her actually having to say it. Things have been tense for the past few weeks and that’s putting it mildly. While Archie isn’t openly against them dating he’s not exactly for it either. So far it hasn’t started any fights but Jughead can feel it brewing, like a living thing under the surface, ready to pop up and rear its ugly head to tear everything apart.

Or maybe he’s just being dramatic. It’s a very good possibility.

“You’re right,” he says and she nods as if to say Duh and it makes him chuckle. He stands up and drops a kiss on her nose.

“Who wants more tacos?”

***

Three days later he’s freezing his ass off in the middle of the woods with nothing but a cheap sleeping bag and a fire to keep him warm.

“Whose idea was this again?” Archie’s teeth are chattering as he wraps a wool blanket around him in front of the fire.

“Yours, dumbass.” Jughead ducks when Archie throws a marshmallow at his head. “And here I thought your basement was cold.”

Archie frowns as he roasts a hot dog over the open fire. “Yeah, sorry about that. My dad’s supposed to…”

“Get me a heater, I know.”

Archie nods and Jughead hates the weird tension between the two of them.

“Hey Arch? Are we, you know, okay?”

He feels like an idiot for asking as soon as the words are out of his mouth but honestly it needed to be asked. And he really does hope that they are.

“What? Yeah, of course.” Archie turns the hot dog over when one side blackens. “I mean, I was a little freaked out at first when you and Betty started…”

“Yeah, I know.” He thinks back to the dream he had weeks ago, his best friend walking into a kitchen with a knife in his back, and it makes him shudder. “I just don’t want you to think that I’m choosing her over you or that she’s choosing me over you because you know that’s not the case, right?”

His friend is quiet, just staring at that damn blackened hot dog, and Jughead is about to snap his fingers in front of Archie’s face to get his attention when he looks up and smiles.

“Obviously, yes I know. We’re all good, Jug.”

Archie smiles again, good-natured as always, but it doesn’t reach his eyes and Jughead is too much of a coward to ask him why.

***

“So there’s a dance coming up.”

Betty is lying on her bed doing homework and she looks over at him with a small smile playing across her pink lips. “So I’ve heard.”

He clears his throat, still nervous even though they have been together for a good amount of time now. Something about her makes him feel off kilter even though the very essence of her completely centers him.

It’s bizarre and something that he’s not sure he’ll ever understand but he doesn’t hate it at all.

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go and if you do, you know. Would you want to go with me?”

His words are rushed and unsure. Maybe it’s a given that couples do these things together without having to ask but he’s never been one half of a couple, hell he’d never even used the word couple until a few months ago and he honestly has no idea how any of this couple stuff works.

“I figured we’d go together,” Betty says, getting up off the bed and leaning one hip against her desk, where he was trying and failing to do calculus because all he could think about was asking her to this damn dance.

“Yeah?”

She laughs quietly and nods. “But thank you for asking. That’s incredibly sweet and yes. I would love to go to the winter dance with you, Jughead.”

It makes him blush, which he despises because he’s supposed to be cooler than this. Betty brings out this other side to him, a softer side, but instead of it making him feel weak he just feels stronger. More alive.

“Cool,” he says because he doesn’t have a better word. She doesn’t seem to mind, just tilts her head down for a kiss that he gladly reciprocates. “It’s a date.”

***

Winter comes without warning.

One day they can go outside without heavy coats or umbrellas and the next they are searching their closets for snow boots and beanies.

Luckily he’s always wearing one of those so he’s halfway there already.

“It’s so cold,” Betty says, her hands wrapped around a paper cup of hot cocoa that he picked up for her on the way to lunch. “Why is it so cold?”

Veronica snorts into her latte. “Because the hell that is Riverdale finally froze over, that’s why.”

They are all sitting in the library, the weather too cold to eat outside but none of them really wanting to brave the cafeteria with its cliques and politics. Kevin and Veronica are practically sitting on top of each other on an armchair to stay warm and Jughead doesn’t miss the look Archie throws at Ronnie even though he obviously has nothing to worry about when it comes to Kevin.

“That’s new,” Jughead murmurs to Betty, who’s sitting with one leg tucked under her on the plush couch they are sitting on. Their thighs are touching hip to knee and the contact makes his body hum with heat. He doesn’t think he’d notice if the roof blew off and it was snowing directly on them.

Betty follows his gaze to a jealous looking Archie, who’s shooting daggers at their friends. “It’s not new,” she says with a quiet laugh. “Archie just can’t make up his mind. Val or Ronnie. Ronnie or Val. You know he’s never been good at making decisions.”

“Or with women,” Jughead deadpans and everyone looks over when Betty snorts out loud.

“Sorry,” she says and Jughead has to hide his laugh behind his hand. “Inside joke.”

“So B,” Veronica untangles herself from Kevin’s lap and perches herself on the arm of the chair. “Anything exciting happening in the world of you?”

“Jughead and I are going to the winter dance together,” she says with a bright smile and he loves that she reaches over to intertwine her fingers with his. “Are you guys going?”

Archie shoots a look at Veronica, that the brunette misses, and Jughead rolls his eyes. “Yeah, Arch. Who are you taking to the dance?” Betty squeezes his hand but if it’s in warning or because she wants to laugh, he really doesn’t know.

“Oh, um. I’m not sure yet.”

Veronica looks over at him, surprise written all over her face. “You’re not? What about Val?”

Jughead tries to read her question, see if there’s any underlying question there but damn if that girl isn’t a vault. She doesn’t wear her emotions on her features and he can’t tell if she’s genuinely curious or if there’s a deeper meaning behind her question.

He hates not being able to figure people out.

“The Pussycats are playing the dance so she’ll be busy most of the night so I don’t know. I might ask someone else.”

“Anyone we know?”

Everyone in the room is watching their interaction with great interest and Jughead thinks it’s pretty comical, the way their heads all turn from one person to other like a tennis match they can’t tear their eyes away from.

The ginger blushes, which is hilarious in its own right, and Jughead thinks if Archie’s face flushes anymore you won’t be able to tell where his forehead ends and his hair begins.

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

Betty nudges him and he leans over so she can whisper in his ear. “Should we somehow get them to go together?”

Jughead feigns a gasp. “Betts, you want to interfere with our friends’ love lives? Scandalous.” She taps him on the head with her pen and he laughs. “If you want me to talk to Archie, I will.”

She beams at him like he’s just said the magic words and maybe he has. He’s so stupid for this girl that if she asked him to jump off a building he’d probably say yes if she gave him a good enough reason. Hell, probably even if she didn’t give him a good reason.

Everyone pops out of their seats when the bell rings but he calls Archie over before he has a chance to rush off to class. Archie just gives him a weird look when he waits for everyone to leave before speaking.

“So are you going to ask Ronnie to the dance?”

Archie blanches. “Veronica…what? Why would you think that?”

“Give me a break, dude.” Jughead slaps his oldest friend on the shoulder as they start the walk to their next classes. “You were putting off some weird vibes when she asked you about Val. You should ask her.”

Archie is quiet until they reach the hallway where they have to split up to go to their separate classes.

“Think she’d say yes?”

Jughead shrugs. “I don’t know but it doesn’t hurt to ask.”

He gives his friend one more pat on the shoulder before heading off to calc.

***

A black limo is waiting outside of the Andrews house and he’s got a new suit to match.

Well, it’s not new but it’s new to him and this one actually fits unlike the one he wore to the funeral.

“Looking good, gentleman.”

Fred walks out of the kitchen with his phone out, ready to take pictures, and Jughead and Archie groan simultaneously.

“Dad, the girls aren’t even here yet.”

Fred chuckles and points to the fireplace. “What? Two guys can’t take a photo together? Go stand over there.”

The boys roll their eyes but do as their told. Jughead is just happy that no one else is here to see this ridiculousness.

“Well aren’t you two just the pinnacle of prom perfection?”

Veronica’s voice is laced with amusement and Jughead and Archie share matching groans again. Archie is quick to recover though when he sees Veronica standing in her dress, her black hair shining as she beams up at him.

“You look beautiful, Ronnie.” He leans down to brush his lips across her cheek and Jughead can see her blush from where he’s standing.

“Thank you.” Her voice is almost a whisper and honestly, if they aren’t dating before New Year’s he’ll eat his hat.

“Where’s Betty?”

Before he can even get the words out his girlfriend rounds the corner and he swears that he stops breathing all together. Her hair is down and brushed over one shoulder, a change from the high ponytail she almost always wears and her pale lavender dress leaves her shoulders bare.

“Wow,” he murmurs and she must hear him because she blushes furiously before coming to stand in front of him.

“You look pretty wow yourself,” she says as she runs her hands down the front of his jacket.

“Yeah, Forsythe,” Veronica teases. “You clean up pretty nice.”

“Thanks,” he says without looking away from Betty. “And if you call me that again, I will end you. Just so you know.”

Veronica lets out a breathy laugh. “That would require you to take your eyes off Betty which frankly, I don’t see you doing anytime soon.”

“She’s got a point,” he says quietly and Betty blushes again. “Betty, you look incredible.”

Her hands tighten around his lapels. “Thank you. So do you. This suit…” She bites her bottom lip and he almost loses his mind.

“You like?”

She nods. “I do. I love, actually.”

His heart beats so fast it feels like it’s going to fly out of his chest when the word love tumbles from her pretty lips.

Any day now he’s going to tell her how he feels. Maybe even any minute.

He’s pretty sure that she already knows.

***

Tap, tap, tap.

The noise wakes him up and he rubs his eyes as he looks down at his phone. They only got home from the dance an hour and a half ago and it’s nearing two in the morning. He had just nodded off to sleep when the telltale sound of the girl next door at his window woke up him.

Betty is waiting outside, hair and makeup still done from the dance but she’s wrapped in a pair of fuzzy pajama pants and long sleeve thermal shirt.

“What are you doing, silly girl?” He asks when he opens the window. “It’s late.”

“Meet me in my backyard in five minutes,” she tells him, ducking into give him a quick kiss before rushing back over to her house.

He chuckles as he slides on his jacket and beanie, lacing his boots before taking the basement’s back door out into the yard. The hinges creak on the Cooper’s back gate and he looks up at her parent’s bedroom to make sure it’s still dark before sneaking through it and into her backyard.

“Over here,” Betty calls softly and he uses his phone to light his path over to where she’s lying down on a blanket.

“What are you doing?”

She pats the blanket next to her and he grins as he drops to the ground beside her. “I didn’t want this night to end,” she says quietly, like it’s a secret, and maybe it is. Maybe it’s a secret between the two of them, something that they can share because he didn’t want the night to end either.

Dancing with her, his arms wrapped tightly around her on the dance floor. Everyone knowing once and for all that he was hers and she was his. Kissing her whenever he wanted. It was probably the best night of his life.

“The dance was fun,” she says as she puts an extra blanket over their legs.

“Mhm,” he murmurs against her hair when she rests her head against his shoulder. “You’re a much better dancer than I thought you’d be,” he jokes and she pokes him with her pinky.

“That’s my line,” she teases.

“I have many talents you don’t know about.” Betty shivers and he pulls the blanket up around her more. “Betty…”

“Mmm?” When he looks down her eyes are closed, a serene smile playing over her lips, and he wishes he could somehow bottle this moment and use it during all of the moments in his life when she’s not around. When he’s scared or lonely or angry. She’s like a good mood pill, a ray of sunshine on a rainy day. The light to his dark. He doesn’t want to lose her.

He can’t lose her.

His voice is a whisper against her hair. “Betty, I love you. I think, in some ways, I always have.”

She doesn’t still like he was afraid she would, doesn’t make a disgusted noise or look away. She simply looks up at him, that beautiful smile still on her lips, and kisses him softly.

“I love you, too.”

Four words, seared into his memory. Branded onto his heart.

He closes his eyes and sighs. It’s like a weight has been lifted off of his chest that he didn’t even know was there.

They fall asleep under a December moon, stars twinkling above them as the winter wind swirls around them.

He’s not a poet but he is a writer and as his eyes drift closed he thinks he could write an entire novel about how he feels right at this moment. Safe and warm and loved.

Four words have given him a four letter word he’s been unable to find his entire life but he’s found it here in the arms of a girl that radiates everything good in the world.

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