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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Sons of Anarchy Headcanon: Getting Patched Up

HC Request by @adela-topaz-caelon: Sons reacting their old lady patching them up after a fight, maybe?

Warnings: mentions of violence (a given lol), mentions of blood/injuries, language, alcohol/smoking

A/N: We love a little doting for the SOA boys! Some of these toe the line between being their actual old lady, or just someone that they’re close with and maybe have some feelings for. Whatever you think fits best!

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Jax:

Tries to play it cool but he is 110% eating it up. For as tough as he tries to be you know that he loves getting taken care of and doted on.

Is definitely the type to be like, “It’s really not that bad, babe,” while doing nothing to try and stop you from wiping the blood out of his cuts and the sweat off of his face, a smirk on his face the entire time.

Will say shit like, “You can sit on my lap if that makes it easier.” And sometimes, despite your eyerolls, you do.

The guys would try to give him shit about it, talking about how, oh sure, he could hold his own in a fight just fine but cleaning out his own cuts was something that he couldn’t handle. And he’d let them talk, silently shaking his head while soaking up the fact that he knew he had someone who cared enough to stitch him up when necessary.

You do it because you care, sure, but you also need the extra reassurance that he’s actually alright. You always tell him that the next time he gets into a stupid fight, you’re not going to be there to clean up the mess, but you both know it’s an empty threat.

When you’re done cleaning out the cuts and making sure nothing’s broken, he looks at you with that slick little smile he always has, “Still pretty?” And you roll your eyes as you nod, “Yea, still pretty.” You try to walk away and not feed into the game, but he always gets you and pulls you back for a kiss to thank you, not that you need it.

Opie:

Is very bad at being taken care of. Despite the fact that he wants to be taken care of, and afterwards always feels better, he’s awful at giving in and letting it happen.

He will stand up and tilt his chin up so that you can’t reach his face well enough to clean and bandage his cuts. On more than one occasion you’ve dragged a chair or crate over to stand on just to prove your point, and only then did he finally sit down and allow you to look him over.

Hardly ever winces when you take care of him, even if you’re using alcohol on the cuts. Sometimes you think it’s a bit of an act, but you don’t call him out on it. He’s almost always in better shape than whoever he went up against- he’s not a man who is easily out-sized and with the size of his rings he might as well show up to fights with brass knuckles. So cleanup usually doesn’t take long. You usually spend more time getting him to sit down so you can look him over than you actually spend patching him up.

Refuses to wear bandages. Unless there is a deep knife cut or a legitimate bullet hole somewhere, he just tries his luck and leaves the wounds exposed. You’ve tried to convince him, but it’s an argument that you never win.

It always ends with you thanking him for letting you patch him up, which makes you chuckle every time you think about it. When you’re done you cup his chin in your hand and tilt his head, inspecting your work, and that’s always when he drops the tough guy act for a minute. His shoulders will relax and he’ll offer you a small smile, mumbling a very quiet, “Thank you,” that only you can hear. You’ll laugh and say, “You’re welcome,” just as quietly, and he’ll take your hand from his chin and softly kiss your knuckles.

Tig:

Loves every second of it and doesn’t care who knows.

He will sit like the perfect patient while you take care of him. Always a little more dramatic than necessary, especially if there’s medical alcohol or stitches involved. But you know that he just does it to get some extra love and attention from you. And you indulge him.

While you’re cleaning out his injuries, he’ll give you a run-down of whatever fight landed him in that condition to begin with. You assume that the stories are always a bit embellished, but you don’t argue or try to refute any of it. Honestly, it’s fun to listen to, especially if he’s already a little drunk.

“You’re an angel, you know that?” he’ll always say to you when you’re wiping the blood from his eyebrows and lips, “A literal angel.” You always smile, and shake your head, and tell him, “I’m just a woman with a first aid kit.”

When he sees you closing up your kit, he’ll ask, “You sure I’m all set?” You laugh, and cup his face in your hands, making a big show of giving him another once-over, “I think you’re gonna be alright.”

Will almost always call after you when you try to walk away, “You still gotta kiss it better, you know!”

Chibs:

Tries to wave you off the whole time. Will light up a cigarette while you’re trying to wipe blood off his face no matter how inconvenient.

“I’m usually the one they call to clean everyone up, you know. I think I’d know if I was hurt, darlin’,” he’ll huff and puff as he finally gives in and let’s you take care of him. You shake your head as you try to bite back a smile at his stubbornness, “I think that you’re too hard-headed to know if you got hurt or not. You need a second opinion.”

He watches you as you go through your entire process. He never admits it in the moment, but he’s impressed at how good you’ve gotten with patching everyone up. You spent enough time watching him to learn the basics and put them in practice.

He’s a good, if not slightly bitter, patient. He lets you do what you need to do and he will sit still for it, even if he lets out a puff of cigarette smoke every now and again.

“You love me,” you casually remind him in a sing-songy tone, which gets him to drop the bitter façade and laugh. He’ll nod, looking at you, “I do, love. I love you a lot. Even if you’re gonna be dramatic with all this,” he gestures to the first aid kit.

When you’re done, and everything is packed away, you pour a shot and hold it out for him with a smile, “For being such a good patient.” He laughs, snubbing out his cigarette, “Now this is my kinda medicine.” You roll your eyes, chuckling as he throws it back.

Juice:

Loves being taken care of but doesn’t know what to do with that feeling because very rarely does it ever happen.

Will try to sit still for you to do what you have to do but it’s hard for him to fight off the jitters, coming down from whatever adrenaline rush he had from the fight beforehand.

A lot of, “I really think I’m okay,” and, “You don’t have to do that, don’t have to worry about that.” You let him say it because you know he needs to, but you continue to patch him up and take care of him.

Thanks you after each thing you do in the process of cleaning him up, and you always say you’re welcome, no matter how excessive it seems to get.

One of the few guys who will accept band-aids without an argument. Every now and then you buy the kind that has cartoon characters or superheroes on them and make him pick who he wants over his cut eyebrow or busted knuckle. It gets him to loosen up and laugh a little as he makes a decision.

“You’re too cute to be getting banged up like this all the time,” you tell him as you clean the blood off his knuckles. His eyes get wide for a moment before he tries to recover, laughing quietly, “Next time someone gets in my face I’ll tell them you said that.”

Kozik:

Is no stranger to having to get patched up, and is as close to the perfect patient as you could ask for.

You feel him smiling at you the entire time you’re cleaning out the gashes on his face, and you can’t help but to shake your head. Sometimes you’ll make the remark that someone who just got their ass kicked shouldn’t be looking so happy, and he usually responds with, “Yea, well, you should see the other guy. You’d be happy too.”

Not that you ever pressed him for details, but he usually gave them to you anyway. Whenever you asked how a certain cut or bruise happened, he assured you that it was just a lucky shot that landed. The fact that he seemed so unfazed by it was comforting and concerning at the same time, and you were wondering how that worked.

“I’ll be alright,” he assured you, “I doubt there’s gonna be any permanent damage.” You nod as you carefully clean out his bruised, cut-up knuckles, “I’m sure you’re right, but I still gotta do this.”

Each time you’re done taking care of him, he always flashes you his best, boyish, most charming smile, “See? Good as new, all thanks to you.” And you always want to have something smart to say in response, but the grin on his face makes it nearly impossible. For good measure, you always give him a soft kiss on the lips, taking extra care to be gentle if his lip got busted during the fight, “Now you’re good as new.

Happy:

Pretty much silent the entire time. Doesn’t argue with you about it (anymore), but also doesn’t really say much about what you’re doing regardless.

He’s got the highest pain tolerance in the world, you’re fairly certain.

He wasn’t used to having someone around to patch him up, and when you had first started he had no idea what to do besides let you, and since then you’d never really stopped. The silence got to be a bit much so you would talk, and he would listen. Sometimes you wondered how much he was really paying attention to what you were saying, but every now and then you’d see him staring intently at you.

You took extra time cleaning out all the cuts, bandaging anything up that needed it. It could’ve gotten done faster, but you had to admit that you enjoyed the closeness.

If you were taking longer than normal, he’d ask, “Done?” It wasn’t angry, or even really rushing you, it was just a genuine curiosity as to how much longer it could take you to patch him up. It was tough for him to wrap his head around it since nothing ever really hurt him that bad.

Despite the fact that you knew the answer, you still always asked, “You all good? Need anything else?” And each time, he’d always shake his head, “All good.” He’d watch you close up the first aid kit and sit back in your chair. He’d stand up and press a chaste kiss to the side of your head, his wordless way of thanking you even if he didn’t totally understand why you always felt like you had to look after him.

Half-Sack:

Treats it like he’s getting his hands wrapped before a boxing match, or taken care of between rounds. He’ll sit on the chair backwards with his chest pressed against it, arms braced against the top of the chair so you had easy access to his busted up knuckles.

You can’t help but to smile as you pull your own chair up with your first aid kit in tow. He looks so calm, so unbothered by it all. You suppose, after everything he’s been through, that getting a few bruises and cuts on his cheekbones and knuckles really wasn’t the worst thing that’d ever happened to him.

“I should be your cut-man for your next fight,” you chuckle as you carefully swab the cut running along his cheekbone. He laughs, wanting to nod but not quite wanting to move, “I’ll run it by the guys, have you coach from the corner with them.” You start cleaning the blood from his knuckles, “You should keep the fights contained to the boxing ring.” Even though you weren’t looking directly at his face, you could feel the dorky little grin he was giving you, “I do try, I swear.”

He watched as your facial expressions shifted, your focus evident. He liked how much you cared, even if he didn’t really know how to tell you that.

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enchantedlokii · 3 years

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Mistakes I’ve Made

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mentions of slavery

Characters: Brunnhilde, Bruce Banner, Loki Odinson, Thor Odinson, Heimdall, Korg, Miek, Grandmaster, Topaz

Relationships: Brunnhilde & Bruce, Brunnhilde & Loki, Brunnhilde & Thor, Brunnhilde & Grandmaster, Brunnhilde & Topaz, Loki & Thor, Brunnhilde & Bruce & Loki & Thor

Brunnhilde would be lying if she said she wasn’t surprised that the guilt of her secret had been growing ever since she first saw a graying man trailing behind Thor during the riots. She had never felt guilty about any of the slaves that she had captured for the Grandmaster before. She realized now that must have been because she was constantly drowning the guilt of failing Asgard and had eventually grown numb to the familiar feeling. At one point, she would have been terribly angry learning about a planet that still held slaves, even outside the Nine Realms. After centuries of drinking, she had found that she no longer cared. That’s why the twisting feeling in her gut took her by surprise.

The Valkyrie had managed to hide her newfound emotion in the moment, pretending like she didn’t recognize Bruce and had never known him as anyone other than his alter ego. He had bought it, and so had Thor. She had acted surprised on the Bifrost bridge when he attacked Fenris, and the topic hadn’t come up again until weeks later when Brunnhilde found herself being approached by Loki.

“So, when are you going to tell Banner the truth?” He had asked casually, appearing out of nowhere as he leaned against the wall of the shared quarters. Bruce had only just left the room, and she was under the impression that she was now alone in the room. Apparently Loki had been there the whole time, hidden by one of his many illusions.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied easily. There was no way that Loki knew the truth. Even as close as he had been to the Grandmaster, she knew that the man would never release the secret to anyone. As far as she knew, not even Topaz knew the truth. The leader had ensured that their meetings were held in private, never letting anyone eavesdrop on their conversations that he shielded with his seidr. Seidr that only a few Sakaarans knew he possessed.

“You do realize that I am the God of Lies, Valkyrie,” Loki shot back, his green eyes locking on hers. “You can not deceive me as easily as you can my brother. I may not know the truth of the situation, but I know that you knew who he was before you brought him to your apartment. You knew the whole time that he was the man behind the monster, yet you continue to let him believe you were clueless.”

“Why do you even care?” Brunnhilde finally snapped, moving forward in an attempt to pin him to the wall. Loki simply phased to the other side of the room, a small smirk playing on his lips. “You two don’t even like each other.”

“I don’t dislike him,” Loki retorted. “Our history is not the best, but I have revealed truths to him that have helped the situation. I would not call us friends, but we are not enemies. Not anymore. He is a very understanding character. Not bad for a Midgardian, truthfully.”

“I assure you, the truths I am withholding from him will do nothing to ‘help,’” she huffed, turning towards the door. “Though I suppose you know very little about friendship.”

Brunnhilde had left with that, but Loki’s words burned in her mind for days following the conversation. To his credit, the prince didn’t treat her any differently after the confrontation. He did, however, give her a sharp look any time he caught her talking to Bruce. He seemed insistent on her coming clean, but she had yet to determine whether his intentions were positive or negative. It was hard to tell with Loki, she had learned.

“You good, Val?” Brunnhilde blinked at the sound of her name, glancing around at the others. She was at one of the many council meetings that Thor held on the Statesman. The aforementioned king was sitting to her left and Bruce was at her right; he was the one who had spoken. Loki was sat across from his brother, Heimdall was in front of her, and there were a few other Asgardians that Brunnhilde still didn’t know all that well sitting at the table as well. Korg stood at the door with Miek by his side, taking on watch duty because of the lack of Einherjars who survived Hela’s massacre.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she muttered, rubbing her face. “Sorry. What was it?”

“I had just asked if you would care to lead the patrol on the upcoming outpost,” Thor told her. His voice remained as casual as always, but she could see the twinkle of concern in his eye. “Though, someone else can take it if you are feeling unwell.”

“No, no, I can lead it,” she told him. They would be at the outpost in three days or so, Heimdall had told them. She could get herself under control by then. She just needed to clear her head. That was all. But. . .

Val found herself glancing over at Bruce as he turned back to Heimdall, who had begun to speak. She knew she should be paying attention, but they were already far past that point. Looking at her friend, she felt another stab of guilt. He had started to become much more relaxed as time passed, easily falling into line and interacting with the Asgardians as if he were one of them. He was most comfortable with Thor, which made sense considering they had known each other for years, but he was comfortable with her as well, and was getting there with Heimdall and Loki and the rest of the council. On Sakaar he had seemed far too stressed, constantly on edge. And it’s all my fault.

Brunnhilde pushed away the thought, managing to finish the meeting before leaving the room and trying to get as far away from the others as she could. Eventually, she found herself in a storage room, sitting on a crate and just trying to clear her head. She stared at one of the bottles of mead that was pushed to the back, debating on breaking down and getting a drink, but her thought was broken when she heard a creak, the door pushing open. “Val?”

Brunnhilde forced a smile as Bruce stepped in, glancing around the room with a confused expression. “Hey, Big Guy,” she said lightly, leaning back in an effort to seem “chill.” She realized she was doing a poor job when Bruce turned to her, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s up?” He asked. “You’ve been acting. . . I don’t know, off, lately. Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine, Bruce,” she assured him. “No need to worry about me.”

“That’s the thing. I do worry.” Bruce came over, pulling a crate in front of her and sitting on top of it. The position looked much more uncomfortable for him, but he didn’t seem to mind. “I worry about my friends. Just ask Thor.”

Brunnhilde hummed noncommittedly in response, her eyes trailing to the bottle of mead again. She could easily play this off as withdrawal, but she was aware that her friend was some sort of healer based on his title and would likely know that she was way past that phase now.

“Brunnhilde.” That got her attention. She had never heard Bruce use her real name, with the exception of the first time she had brought it up and he had repeated it, seeming to test it. He had still continued to just call her Val or Angry Girl most of the time.

“Okay, okay,” she sighed. “I. . . I think that there’s something you need to know, and you’re probably going to hate me for it.”

“I doubt I would hate you,” he assured her, giving her a small smile as he reached forward to put a hand on her knee. The first time he had done this, Brunnhilde had pulled away, spitting with offense until Bruce explained that it was often used as a platonic gesture on Midgard and he hadn’t meant any harm. She had been a bit embarrassed after the fact for assuming that he would even want to be anything other than her friend, but he had brushed it off easily.

“You don’t remember landing on Sakaar, do you?” Brunnhilde started, still a bit hesitant. She could see the blink of confusion that Bruce gave her before he shook his head.

“No. I remember leaving Earth, but nothing after that until I followed Thor to the Quinjet,” Bruce told her. “I assume that I was just the Other Guy the whole time.”

“You weren’t,” the Valkyrie murmured, not missing the look of surprise he gave her in response. “When you landed, you were you. And I think I owe you an explanation.”

Scrapper 142 smirked at the site of the aircraft she found among the rummage of Sakaar. As she got closer, she noticed a man who appeared to be from Midgard slipping from the shadows. He had some sort of shall covering most of his body, his hair messy and his frame tense. He didn’t even notice her until she dropped a net on top of him and landed nearby.

As she stepped out, Scrapper noticed the man looking at her. “Um, hello,” he started, seemingly a bit nervous. “I’m sorry, am I trespassing? I’m— I’m not from here.”

Brunnhilde ignored his question. “What’s a Midgardian doing way out here?” She asked, moving closer. She had an obedience disk in her hand, planning to place it on his neck before taking him to the Grandmaster. So far, he didn’t seem like a threat, but she knew that it was better safe than sorry. “You’re a long way from home.”

The man’s eyes widened a bit. “Midgard. . . You’re an Asgardian? Is this. . .” He glanced around. “This isn’t what I expected Asgard to look like.”

The Scrapper stopped, a bit surprised. Not many Midgardians knew about the Nine Realms. Odin preferred to keep it that way, knowing that humans were weak and that they were safer being on the outside of the squabbles between realms. “How do you know about Asgard?”

The man looked back to her. “I’m friends with Thor,” he said simply.

Brunnhilde just blinked. “I have absolutely no idea who you are talking about,” she said with a small snort, moving forward and attaching the disk. The man jerked away, but she grabbed his wrist and forced it on. She notice his eyes flash green as he looked at her before he seemed to steel himself. “I am not an Asgardian. Not for countless centuries. I do not know Thor and they do not know me.”

“Where am I?” The man asked then, seeming to read between the lines. His eyes had faded to the more natural-looking brown now, but he gripped the net, trying to work his way out of it. “What did you just put on me?”

Scrapper grinned and held up the remote. “An obedience disk. Either you come with me, or I use this to electrocute you and drag you to the Grandmaster myself. Your choice.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the man grunted, his eyes meeting hers. “You don’t want to make me angry.”

“Is that a challenge?” Brunnhilde raised the device again, not missing the flash of fear in the Midgardian’s eyes as she pressed the button and a shock ran through his body. She expected him to faint immediately, but instead the man bent over, gripping the dirt. She took a step back as she watched the veins of his neck starting to turn green. He seemed to fight if for a moment before he grew, turning into a figure that was the size of a Kronian, maybe even larger. The creature put a hand over the obedience disk and jerked it off, crushing it easily before turning on Brunnhilde, anger shining in his green eyes.

The creature grinned, balling his fists at the sight of her. “Hulk smash!”

Brunnhilde ran towards her ship, grabbing her weapons and activating them quickly, aiming and shooting at this “Hulk.” She felt fear slice through her as the blasts failed to do anything but make him angrier. She hurriedly went to her radio and tuned into the Scrapper Channel that would connect her to the Grandmaster. “Code 103!”

It didn’t take long for more Scrappers to appear, blasting at the Hulk as he roared back. Every now and then he would shout something at them, but he couldn’t do much as they hovered over the rubble that they were used to patrolling. Nothing they did seemed to effect the monster, not until the Grandmaster appeared and raised a hand, using his seidr to calm the beast. The Hulk slowly turned back to the Midgardian that Brunnhilde had found, except he was not passed out on the ground, naked.

Grandmaster turned to Brunnhilde then. “Meet me in my chambers.”

Brunnhilde could feel her heart pounding as she made her way to the Grandmaster’s chambers later that evening. She was being led by Topaz, of course. She wasn’t sure where they had taken the Midgardian, but she assumed that it was one of the prisoner chambers that she had been to often, dropping off slaves. “Good luck, Scrapper,” Topaz muttered before opening the door and allowing her to make her way inside.

Brunnhilde stepped through the door, flinching as it was shut behind her. She looked up and saw that the Grandmaster was looking out the window. “Scrapper 142,” he started, not turning to look at her.

“Grandmaster.”

The man turned to her now. “This is a strange creature that you have found,” he started, giving her a dangerous look. “One that I have never known to exist in the centuries that I have been alive.”

“He is a Midgardian,” Brunnhilde protested. “There’s just. . . Something different about him.”

“Indeed there is,” the Grandmaster replied. “I have made a decision regarding this new prisoner and have an offer for you. One that I truly hope you consider before turning down.”

“And what is that offer?” Brunnhilde asked.

“I have found a way to keep the Midgardian from reverting back to his more fragile form,” the Grandmaster started. “Instead, he will be kept in the green form and will be used as the new Grand Champion. The old Champion is growing old, and I fear he only has a few years left. I want you to help our new Champion get accustomed to his home and ensure that he does not try to escape or turn against us.”

Brunnhilde blinked with confusion. “He will try to kill me,” she told him. “He did try to kill me.”

“Which is why I have erased his memory for the past twenty-four hours,” the Grandmaster responded. “The Champion will not remember your failed attempt to contain him.”

“And what if I decline the offer?”

The Grandmaster smirked before turning to the window. “Then you will be his first opponent.”

That was how Brunnhilde found herself making the long trek to the Grand Champion’s suite. Already, the old Champion has been taken from his longtime home and the room had been given to the Hulk. She stared inside for a moment, waiting for the sound of Topaz’s retreating steps before she took a deep breath and opened the barrier, stepping inside before closing it again. She slowly stepped towards where the beast was sitting, looking outside the window. He was sitting there, his shoulders hunched over slightly. He almost looked sad, really. “Hey there, Big Guy,” she said softly.

Hulk looked back quickly and Brunnhilde saw something that resembled hope in his eyes before he saw who was there and it faded. “Not Tasha,” he mumbled before turning away again.

“No, I’m not Tasha,” she told him. She had no idea who Tasha was or why the Hulk had looked so excited to see her, but she just went along with her. “You can call me Scrapper, okay?”

“Hulk want Tasha,” he mumbled. “Sun real low.”

“I’m sorry, Buddy, I don’t know who Tasha is,” Brunnhilde said, carefully putting a hand on his back. When she first came in, she expected to be met with anger, not sadness, and she wasn’t quite sure how to handle it.

“Tasha scary Avenger,” Hulk muttered. “Banner love Tasha. Hulk love Tasha. Hulk miss Tasha.”

“Banner,” Brunnhilde repeated the name. That must be the Midgardian’s name. So Hulk was still aware of his host, at least. He still remembered his past outside Sakaar. That could either make things much easier or much harder.”

“Banner left friends,” Hulk huffed. “Banner left Avengers.”

“Avengers, huh?” She asked, settling down next to him. She was catching on that this creature didn’t have a huge vocabulary. He was like an oversized toddler, and it had been years since she had encountered one of those. Maybe even decades or centuries. She couldn’t really remember.

Hulk nodded and held up a hand in front of him. He made a “pew” sound. “That Tony. Tony Banner’s friend. Hulk like Tony,” he started. “Tin Can.”

Then, Hulk moved his head to the side a bit, pulling his hand back. “Steve has shield. Steve let Hulk smash. Hulk like smash. Hulk like Steve. Hulk like Thor.” The creature made a swinging motion with his arm. “Thor has puny hammer.”

Hulk paused and then held out both hands and pulled one back as if he were shooting a bow and arrow. “Clint Tasha’s friend. Clint like arrows. Clint nice to Banner.”

Brunnhilde waited until Hulk lowered his arms and was silent for a moment before she spoke up. “Hulk is going to get to smash a lot really soon,” she told him, holding back a grin at the excited look he gave her. “You like that?”

“Hulk love smash,” he told her, standing up. “Banner don’t like Hulk smash.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about Banner anymore.” Even as Brunnhilde said this, she felt a bad taste in her mouth. Something about this felt wrong. The Midgardian didn’t seem like he wanted to hurt anyone. He had warned her not to make him angry and then looked afraid when he realized she was going to do so anyway.

She shook off the thought. This was who she was now. She was a Scrapper. She captured prisoners. She sold them to the Grandmaster. She knew it was wrong, but she chose to do it anyway. She couldn’t just stop now. Not because she had a bad feeling.

Still, she couldn’t help but glance down at the tattoo on her forearm. She closed her eyes, releasing a shaky breath before looking back at Hulk. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Big Guy.”

Brunnhilde watched quietly as Bruce stared at the floor, seemingly trying to process everything she had just told him. The silence was killing her. A small part of her feared that when he raised his head to look at her again she would see the angry green of the Hulk rather than the soft brown that she was used to. She wasn’t afraid of the Hulk before, but she had not been on the receiving end of his anger since that first encounter two years ago.

“He did something to me,” Bruce said finally, his voice quiet. “Something to me or something to the Other Guy.”

Val nodded sadly. “He didn’t give me anymore details than that. I. . . I don’t know what he did.”

Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well, that makes more sense, at least,” he murmured. “That’s why he didn’t want to come out on the Bifrost.”

Brunnhilde nodded a bit, looking down. Bruce still hadn’t actually looked at her, his gaze pointed to the floor. “I’m sorry,” she whispered finally. “I know that what I did was wrong, and I should have told you sooner. I just. . . I couldn’t.”

“It’s okay,” Bruce told her, finally looking up at her. “It’s not your fault.”

The Valkyrie shook her head. “No, Bruce. It’s not okay. Nothing about this is okay. I knew what I did was wrong but I did it anyway. And then I have the audacity to say I’m your friend like I’m not the reason he hurt you.”

“Hey,” Bruce’s voice was stern then and he stood up before kneeling in front of her, putting a hand on either shoulder. “Look at me, Val.”

Brunnhilde forced herself to look him in the eyes. “Bruce. . .”

“We all make mistakes,” he said softly, not letting their eye contact waver as he spoke. “I am not mad at you, okay? I’m glad that you told me this now and that you trust me enough to do so.”

“You should be mad at me.”

Bruce shook his head. “Nope. Not going to happen,” he told her, giving her a small smile. “You’ve already made up for it over and over. Just the fact that you’re not afraid of me? That itself means a lot to me, okay? There’s not many people who see me as anything more than a threat.”

“So you don’t hate me?” Val hated how pitiful she sounded right now, but she couldn’t help it. She had fully expected Bruce to be furious. She hated to admit that she was expecting him to hurt her. She had hoped he would hurt her, because that would be so much easier than processing these emotions that had become unfamiliar in her time on Sakaar. She didn’t understand how he could still be so kind to her after this.

“No,” he told her firmly. “You made a mistake, and that’s okay. People change. I mean, heck, when I first met Loki he was actively trying to take over Earth and use the Hulk as a weapon, but I know that won’t happen again because he’s a different person than he was then. I fully believe that you are a different person than the one who found me on Sakaar.”

Val briefly remembered her conversation with Loki earlier that week. How he had mentioned telling Bruce the truth. He hadn’t elaborated what that truth was, but she now knew that Bruce believed him whatever it was. He was willing to forgive Loki, and he was willing to forgive her as well it seemed. “Thank you.”

Bruce smiled and stood up. “Can I give you a hug, Angry Girl?”

To Val’s surprise, she found herself nodding. Only a moment later she felt arms wrapping around her and she allowed herself to melt into them, clinging to his sleeves as she lowered her head into his chest. “We’re still friends?”

“We’re still friends,” he assured her, giving her a tight squeeze before they pulled apart. “Now, how about I elaborate on those amazing descriptions of the other Avengers?”

Brunnhilde chuckled and nodded, standing up and following Bruce out of the storage room as he started talking about his friends back home. Her head finally clear of the fog that had been trapped there for days, she listened. She listened and laughed along with her friend as they spoke as if nothing had changed. Nothing was different.

From the small smile that she caught Loki giving her when the two returned to the chambers that evening, she knew that he had been right. She couldn’t stop herself from mouthing “thank you,” and didn’t miss the twinkle of mischief that flashed in his eyes before he turned back to Thor. Her and Bruce joined the brothers then, relaxing into a routine that was their new normal. For the first time in years, Brunnhilde felt like everything might be alright.

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dikiyvter · 3 years

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Boss Battle for both Gio ( :(( ) and Riga

[ x ] BOSS BATTLE! | @melodicbreeze you can tell it was a lil easier to think of the concept of riga being a boss bc his attacks have actual names lol...

VS GIACOMO, THE TRAVELING JESTER [ song ]

A boss battle need not be sad-- After all, what’s better than some fun between friends? The arena is not much of an arena at all, but the incline of one of Mondstadt’s many cliffs. Rocks dot the surface of the arena- cover to hide behind. The harsh wind that surrounds the clown makes this a battle best fought a distance; Arrows are your friend, here- After all... This is a challenge.

“You don’t really think you can outshoot me, do you?” he laughs, summoning his bow with a flourish. “You shouldn’t underestimate me, you know! This is what I’m made for, after all!”

Of course, Giacomo knows your his equal- And so he’ll hold back little, fully intending to make this a fight worth celebrating with plenty of wine and tasty treats afterwards. He is quite unlike himself in battle, the flourishes and fancy performances long gone as he focuses solely on utility, making the most of every action. The clown primarily has three different attacks. 1. HIS ARROWS. These are his main attacks, arrows shot in short barrages. Making use of the stones around the arena to hide from the onslaught will be your best bet to not getting injured. His arrows do Physical DMG. 2. HIS VISION. Giacomo is no stranger to using his wind as both offense and defense. His vision provides two different uses; Pushing you away once you land a certain number of blows. This deals Anemo DMG. 3. HIS KNIFE. Should you get close enough, the clown will pull out the knife he often keeps at his side and dart for you, dealing Physical DMG with the blade.

Dodging, making use of cover, and memorizing how many hits you can get in before he blasts you back with Anemo are the safest bets for surviving the fight. It’s not a hard fight, by any means. Memorizing his patterns will help you immensely, but remember... he’s fighting you as a friend, not an adversary.

When you finally manage to defeat him, the cutscene begins. You tackle him to the floor, wrestling his knife away from him- though it really doesn’t pose much of a risk to you, anyways. The two of you lay there panting for a long moment... before the clown breaks into laughter, congratulating you on defeating him and conceding that you can shoot better than him. You let him up, grabbing his hand to assist him to his feet. “To angels share, then? My treat.”

I’m considering all of these to be weekly bosses, so... he drops Shivada Jades, Vayuda Turqouise, and Prithiva Topaz. His unique drops would be Bell of The Clown [ a bell from his coat ] , Tuft of the Clowns Coat [ a tuft of fur from his collar ], and Pompom of the Jester [ one of the little pompoms from his shirt/shoes ]

VS GIACOMO PART 2, SNEZHNAYA’S BITTER WIND [ song ]

Of course, all friendships must end in due time, whether through death or through the cold sting of betrayal. “You really should have stayed away from me, you know,” the clown says, anger dripping from his voice. He won’t even turn to look at you- not now. Not through these eyes. A careful hand unclips the mask from his belt, and it is only as he slips the Despairing Mask on over his face that he finally meets the eyes of the man he once called a friend. The wind around you two kicks up, a harsh barrier blocking you from even hoping to escape across the open plain of snow and ice. The freezing cold that settles in your bones hits almost as deep as the cold rage that lurks beneath Giacomo’s mask.

The clown does not play with his prey. It is not the nature of the storm’s winds to toy- It is their nature to cut. To topple. There is remnants of the previous fight in this one. His arrows hit faster, harder. Without cover on these snow-swept plains your only hope is to dodge the attacks as they rip through the air- your plight made all the more miserable by the snow kicked up by his winds. The field is covered in a haze that serves to obscure your vision just enough to make things a bit difficult, and through it all you hear the quiet jingle of the clown as he moves around you. His blade makes a far more common appearance, here; Watch your back. When he isn’t firing arrows at you he’ll be positioning himself at your back to jump forward, slashing at you two or three times before pushing you away with wind, dealing Anemo DMG- The same occurs after you get a few hits on him. Jumping a fair distance away is usually a good means to avoid taking any DMG from this attack.

Giacomo does not speak the entire time.

STAGE TWO - MY DEEPEST GRIEF. [ song ]

Cutscene. You manage to successfully knock the clown back. The winds rip around the two of you as you try to explain this wasn’t what you meant to happen. That you never meant to hurt him this bad; That you are his friend, not his enemy. Your attempts are met with nothing but a bitter scream of shut up as he rises back to his feet, stumbling. One of your attacks has left his arm injured, and he tosses his bow to the ground in frustration- And yet, still, he fights you, tooth and nail.

Without the ability to use his bow, he is frantic. His attacks come more frequently; More desperate. He doesn’t come at you just from the back now, but from all sides- slashing at you more and pushing you back further. Harder. His goal is dodging; He’s playing cat and mouse with you, leading you through a battle field that becomes rife with sharp winds, dealing a sum of Anemo DMG if you’re not careful to avoid them. He is quicker to blow you back when you get too close, this time. The snow rips harder, limiting your view of the battlefield even further.

There are tells to his attacks, of course; The jingle of his bells is louder as he darts for you out of the snow. The sound of the wind grows louder before it cuts across the field.

When you finally defeat him, a cutscene triggers. The way you throw him to the ground is far less gentle than it was in your previous fight, and the clown scrambles backwards, his knife pointed threateningly to you. “Get on with it, Barbatos,” he snarls, his anger tinged in despair as he stares up at you through the slits in his mask. “I won’t let you toy with me! You and the Tsaritsa have had your fun, destroy me already!”

He drops Shivada Jades, Vayuda Turqouise, and Prithiva Topaz. His unique drops would be Sinister Bell [ a bell from his coat ] , Shard of Despair [ a shard off of his Despairing Mask ], and Arrow of The Jester [ an arrowhead from one of his arrows ]

VS RIGATELLO, THE STORMS LIGHTNING [ song ]

Rigatello’s boss battle is thunderous. Literally. You find him amongst the burnt wreckage of a village that he tore to shreds in the pursuit of his supposed darling little brother; The smell of burnt wood and corpse that mingles in with the stench of ozone that follows him, lightning and atmosphere. These are crimes even you cannot permit to go unpunished; And he knows this. He grins, well aware of what he’s doing as he attacks you, leads your own attacks; You follow him up the mountain, suspended above all beneath the vast and empty night sky. He need not be a god, for this to be his domain.

“Let’s go, little Barbatos! Patron of song, I’m sure you can hear it now, the melodies they’ll sing when I rip your pretty head clean from your neck and toss it to Her Majesty’s feet!”

His claymore is summoned, tossed with a twirl and he catches it with one-handed ease, his outline massive against the dull light of the moon- and soon glowy with the thrum of electricity that dances across the metal of his blade, across his finger tips, glows in his eyes as he lets out a cackle.

This is not an easy battle. He is quicker than the average claymore user, swinging down upon you in successive strikes with twirls and heavy swings, his pace relentless. True fear comes, though, from the electricity that arcs in the air with every strike. He has a few different moves. 1. CLAYMORE. Physical DMG with an small aftershock of Electro DMG. I. His main attack, he swings at you three times before backing off a bit and being open to attacks. II. Swings at you, then gears up for a larger swing that deals a small AOE of Electro DMG. III. Swings twice, then uses a larger swing to knock you back. 2. SHOCKING REVELATION. Rigatello tosses his claymore into the air; catching it and driving its blade firmly in the ground, channeling Electro into a AOE around him. Back up, or you’ll get knocked down. 3.WAVE OF LIGHTNING. His tell is relatively similar to the one above; He tosses the claymore a bit, catches it, and then swings it hard against the ground, sending a wave of lightning bouncing across the ground at you. 4. ULTIMA: SHORT-CIRCUIT. Powers up for a while. Rigatello allows his electro to flow through him; Electro will arc off of him as he performs more rapid attacks, dealing Electro DMG. This lasts a short period of time and then leaves him stunned for a few seconds.

STAGE TWO - DOTTORE’S BROKEN DOLL . [ song ]

The Electro is hurting him. You become aware of this fact quickly. As you back him up against the top of the cliff his form begins to twist, jerking as electro-fried circuits screaming at him to stop his relentless assault. But he won’t give up; He can’t give up. He will never give up. “You’re doing f-f-f-f-fascinatingly well!” stutters, screams, distortion, “L-l-l-l-lets turn it up a n-n-n-no-notch!”

This aspect of the battle focuses far more on the electro that is coursing within him. SHORT-CIRCUIT is activated throughout this entire portion of the battle; His attacks faster, heavier, leaving Electro aftershocks on their wake as he darts after you across the battlefield. All the previous moves are present here, as well, with some interesting new additions.

1. WRITHE. Riga stops dead in his tracks, body spasming as an AOE of Electro courses through the ground around him. 2. WHEN PUSH COMES TO SHOVE... After performing three swings, Rigatello gathers Electro on his free hand and swipes at you, knocking you back and dealing Electro DMG. 3. ULTIMA: NO PAIN NO GAIN. Takes a while to charge up. Riga grabs at his hair and screams; As he does, areas of the ground light up in sparks; Avoid these if you don’t want to get struck down by the lightning that spikes out from the ground in haphazard arcs.

He drops Shivada Jades, Vajrada Amethyst, and Prithiva Topaz. His unique drops would be Cog of the Construct [ a cog from one of Riga’s inner workings ], Bell of the Construct [ a bell that fell off his uniform ], and Shard of Mania’s Mask [ a shard off of Riga’s fatui mask ]

#〈❆INBOX;#〈❆STRIPES BEHIND CAGE BARS - ( Rigatello. );#melodicbreeze

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ssapphireserpent · 5 years

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Your Mama Shoulda Named You Whiskey ♔ sweet pea x reader

Word Count: 907

Warning(s): fluff and language

Alcohol.

That seemed to be the only thing keeping Sweet Pea afloat. He was stuck in the Whyte Wyrm by the bar drinking his cares away as he thought about you. Three months from this day, you had broken up with him, claiming that you “just couldn’t do this anymore.” You promised that you loved him, but she wasn’t sure that he believed you now.

Toni Topaz and Fangs Fogarty watched him from afar. They were torn apart having to watch their best friend kill himself with sadness. They knew everything that happened between Sweet Pea and you, but what Pea didn’t know was that Toni and Fangs knew the real reason you left.

Jughead Jones and Betty Cooper burst into the Wyrm with intense looks on their faces. The immediately noticed Sweet Pea at the bar, nursing a whiskey, but decided to ignore him in favor of Fangs and Toni.

“She’s back,” Jughead whispered to the pair.

“Who?” Fangs replied, earning him a smack to the chest from Toni.

“(Y/N) you dumbass!”

The two Serpents looked at each other. They knew that if Sweet Pea saw you again, he would only be forced into a more depressed state. At the same time, they understood that you needed to come clean to Pea and tell him the real reason for your departure.

You settled into your room with a sigh. You were finally back in Riverdale after three long months of an internship in Washington D.C. You had the amazing opportunity to study with several historians that were experts on the value of human life. As a junior in high school, it was extremely important for you to become educated in the career path you have chosen for yourself.

Your parents greatly influenced your decision to spend all this time away from home. They were certainly proud of you for getting accepted for this internship, but they also had an ulterior motive for letting you go. They were desperate for you to escape that Southside trash of a boyfriend you loved so much. And for the most part, their plan succeeded.

Sure, their daughter was heartbroken and lonely, but at least she was away from him.

Your phone buzzed with an incoming text.

Toni Topaz: Girl!!! I heard you were back in town, and if you don’t come to Pops right now to hang out with me and Fangs then I’m gonna hunt you down;)

(Y/N): Will Pea be there...?

Toni Topaz: ...not sure.

(Y/N): I’ll be there in 5.

You threw on your cutest skirt and button down combo and went downstairs to tell your parents where you were going. Once they gave you their car keys, you sped off toward Pops Diner.

As soon as you arrived, you were bombarded by hugs from the likes of Toni, Fangs, Betty, Jughead, Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews, and the rest of Riverdale’s youth. You showed a content smile and proceeded to tell the group about your internship.

You heard the door of the diner open and glanced up. The person standing there left you speechless.

You saw your beloved Sweet Pea with bloodshot eyes and coiffed hair. His face seemed sunken and sad. You immediately lept up from your seat and ran over to embrace him. He reeked of whiskey.

“Would you guys mind if I went outside with Pea for a second?” you asked your friends.

“Go ahead, sunshine,” Archie responded. You grinned at your nickname and yanked Sweet Pea by the arm, dragging him outside.

“(Y/N)...” he started.

“Hi, Pea...”

He looked at your sweet expression and pulled you into his arms. You felt soft tears wetting your shirt.

“W-Why did you leave me?” he stuttered out. You held him at arm's length and stared him down.

“Are you kidding me right now? My dad told me that he heard it around town that you were seeing other people.”

“When did he say that?” Pea asked, his sad expression turning into one of anger.

“Like literally two days before I left for Washington.”

“(Y/N), you have to believe me. He was lying to you!”

“What motive would my dad have for lying to me?” you questioned. You could feel the tears behind your eyes.

“You know that your parents hated me. The day before you left, your mom showed up at my trailer and told me that you never wanted to see me again. She told me to forget about you. She-”

You cut off his sentence with a kiss pressed to his lips.

“I think we’ve been lied to, Pea.” Your carefree smile was enough for him to lift you into his arms and continue to kiss you.

“I can’t believe we actually fell for that,” he mumbled against your lips. You hummed in agreement.

“I would never leave you, Pea. You’re the love of my life! And from now on, there’s nothing that will come between us.”

“I will never stop loving you, princess,” he said. You saw a tear of joy slip down his cheek and you wiped it away lovingly.

“Let’s go home, my love.” You settled onto the back of his bike and clutched onto his back as he drove to his trailer.

From that day on, you began to live with Sweet Pea and decided that until you were ready to forgive your parents for ripping away your happiness, you would only be devoted to the love of your eternity.

#sweet pea x reader #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea smut #riverdale #riverdale imagine #riverdale smut #riverdale x reader #toni topaz #fangs fogarty #southside serpents #whyte wyrm #love #imagine

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knybits · 5 years

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A Murder of One

Chapter:

Summary:

Kanon is stuck in time while Akiko speeds through it almost inhumanely. Kanao and Akiko both perform in their own life changing test

Previous Chapter | Origin | Next Chapter

Akiko always remembers her patients.

Undoubtedly, her first patients are Kanon and Haruki as well as Giyuu back in March.

Then Nakaha at the Butterfly estate, then Umiko the next day.

Her most difficult patient during the spring is a soldier with two broken ribs and their right ulna sticking out.

Summer, Akiko remembers sweating as she patches up another soldier with head trauma.

Fall’s most difficult case is a punctured lung. Akiko actually receives her first piece of advice from the doctor, and they had to work together for the case in order to save the soldier’s life.

Winter is hard because Akiko loses her first life.

The soldier has a burst aorta, and Akiko can’t save them in time even with three other doctors in the operating room with her.

She has to work again the next day, fixing broken bones and creating antidotes for a few dying soldiers. Aoi tries to reassure her that she did her best, and that she’s still become a better doctor than eight months ago.

“But I’m not a doctor,” Akiko states later on that day, staring at a pair of scissors in her hand. Aoi looks at her with furrowed brows, a bit mad at Akiko’s attitude.

“Well you’ve seen enough to be one.”

Akiko cuts an inch of her hair off that day.

On the anniversary of the Kamado deaths, Akiko wears black again.

She also visits Haruki, who still hasn’t woken up from his coma.

“Anything today?” Akiko asks as she walks into another room of the Butterfly Estate. Kanon is sitting by Haruki’s side, unmoving and staring at his body without a will to live in her eyes.

Kanon’s hands aren’t rough like they used to be, and it’s Akiko’s hands that are rough now.

Kanon’s been left back in time, and Akiko’s time has sped up.

On New Years, Akiko doesn’t have a single patient. She’s glad but she’s restless, waiting for Aoi to burst into her room to tell her that another soldier is bleeding out onto the operating table.

Kanon leaves Haruki’s room for what feels like the first time, closing the kitchen off from everyone else to use. Aoi is beyond mad, but when Akiko rests a hand on her shoulder and shakes her head, Aoi decides to stay put in the living room.

Everyone is sitting under the kotatsu, Shinobu asking Akiko about her studies while Sumi, Naho and Kiyo giggle and eat tangerines. Aoi listens to Shinobu and Akiko talk about patients, and Kanao doesn’t say a word as per usual (Shinobu told her to take a break from blowing into the gourd).

“Dinner,” a stoic voice shakes the girls, and they see Kanon with bowls of toshi-koshi soba for the New Year.

Shinobu smiles, standing up to help Kanon with the tray. When the bowls are passed around, Shinobu take Kanon’s hands into her own, moving delicately to make sure Kanon doesn’t crack.

“How lovely! I suppose this allows you to be our chef now?”

Kanon doesn’t say anything, glancing over to Akiko instead. Aquamarine meets gold, and Akiko finds herself nodding to Kanon.

Almost as if to only mirror movement, Kanon nods too, and she’s ushered to sit by everyone under the kotatsu; all eight girls enjoying toshi-koshi soba, tangerines, and mochi as they listen to the temple bell ring all throughout the night.

Spring comes and goes, and it’s been a full year. Akiko hasn’t once seen Giyuu come to visit the Butterfly estate, and Akiko asks Shinobu almost daily to see if she can get Giyuu to come. But Shinobu smiles and tells Akiko that Pillars are always busy.

So Akiko resets dislocated joints, she stitches deep gashes, she cuts off arms and legs, she learns to make medicine and she learns how to stop an arterial bleed.

She sleeps late at night after making her rounds on patients. She wakes up early to the cawing of Shinobu’s crow and Aoi stating the injuries of whoever has been lugged into the Butterfly Estate.

Akiko’s hair is cut shorter and shorter, her limbs grow longer and her voice starts to feel like velvet. Her eyes remain the same color, yes, but they spark differently now.

Shinobu can’t place a single emotion behind Akiko’s hues, and she wishes she has her blessed eyes.

Because Akiko knows when Kanon is about to break next to her little brother, or when Aoi is having trouble with a patient, or when one of the three girls are too stressed for a situation, or when Shinobu is about to collapse with exhaustion.

Haruki doesn’t stir and whenever Akiko checks on him, she knows that he won’t wake for a long time. Kanon stays by his side when she doesn’t cook, and looks the most tense as she watches him. So Akiko advises Kanon to just stay in the kitchen to keep her mind off her brother.

“Why.”

“Huh?”

Akiko blinks owlishly at Kanon, heart beginning to hammer in the chest as Kanon’s dead eyes bore into her own.

“Well, you’ll get better if you cook, okay?”

“What kind of an idea is that?”

“Don’t think too much of it!” Shinobu’s sickly sweet voice breaks the tension and Akiko jumps to find Shinobu seated right next to her.

“Doctor’s orders!”

Summer tumbles into fall, and Akiko’s hair is up to her shoulders now. She hasn’t cut it in a while, and it’s finally grown longer. She thumbs it, overlooking the garden as Kanao trains for the day. Aoi is hoisting newly washed sheets, and the three girls are chasing another butterfly.

“Tomioka-san! How nice of you to visit!”

Eyes wide, Akiko scrambles from the engawa as her body goes cold despite the overbearing heat.

Footsteps thunder down the hallways and Akiko nearly falls over the hems of her kimono. A dead ocean meets dirtied topaz and the air is sucked out of the room.

“My! You ran rather fast now didn’t you?” Shinobu laughs and soft footsteps come from behind Akiko.

Giyuu turns his attention to whoever is behind Akiko instead before taking his shoes off and walking into the estate. It’s Kanon he walks up to, her hands holding a tray of tea and some wagashi.

Akiko almost lets him brush past her, but her thought of mind snaps back into place and it’s not all white noise anymore.

“A year and a half…”

The footsteps stop.

“He’s dead, isn’t he?”

A crow caws and Akiko closes her eyes, turning her face to the floor as tears dribble out of her eyes.

“...Most likely.”

Akiko looks to see a crow perched on Shinobu’s arm, and she doesn’t leave her room for a week.

Fall dances into winter and Akiko’s hair brushes her ears. It’s grown longer since she hacked at it back when the leaves started to color orange and red. Akiko relapsed in her room until Aoi dragged her out at the end of the week.

Akiko’s hands are littered with small cuts now, but she’s finally picked her rhythm back up again and works tirelessly as ever.

Demons that are stronger during the winter season begin to pop back up, and Akiko finds herself treating more frostbitten fingers. She has to treat a soldier of hypothermia, who also goes into cardiac arrest on the table.

But that’s all said and done, and Akiko eats a bowl of ramen with Kanao under the kotatsu. No words are exchanged, as always, but Akiko sees that Kanao is itching to speak up.

“You don’t need to flip a coin to talk to me, y’know,” Akiko says, blowing on her ramen before slurping it up. Kanao stares at Akiko before flipping a coin anyway, and it lands heads.

Akiko raises a brow when Kanao opens her mouth, but even so she still seems to be struggling. So Akiko starts first, asking what Kanao flipped it for.

“Uhm… If I should do what you said…”

“And?”

“I’ll… I’ll talk to you.”

Akiko smiles before nodding her head, “Good.”

Two years later and, finally, there’s progress between the girls.

The snow outside is nearly melted away and Akiko finds herself sitting in front of Shinobu.

Aoi called her in the middle of treating a bed ridden patient, telling her that Shinobu requested her, and Akiko had to clean her hands before rushing to Shinobu’s room.

The fish tank in the corner of the room catches Akiko’s attention, but there isn’t much to look at.

“I’ll be observing you today!” Shinobu says lightly, and Akiko tilts her head in confusion.

“Is this because Kanao left for Final Selection?”

Akiko doesn’t get a real answer, only a close eyed smile, before Aoi bursts into the room.

“There’s around 12 demon slayers in the garden right now! Kakushi just brought them in! Akiko, let’s go!”

Akiko finds herself in the garden, pulling her white robe on as Sumi, Naho, and Kiyo run besides her. Aoi takes the liberty to start prepping as many rooms as possible, opening beds and gathering supplies.

“Naho, call for four- no, six doctors from town. Run, send a crow, get a kakushi to do it, whatever you need to do. We need as many people to help, alright?” Akiko orders, and Naho breaks off from the group to call for Shinobu’s crow.

“Sumi,” an idea strikes Akiko, “go grab the ribbons in my room. Four colors. Cut them at arm's length.” Sumi rushes off to fulfill her orders, and Akiko continues to run to the garden.

Akiko doesn’t even bother slipping sandals on when she makes it to the garden, and there’s indeed 12 injured soldiers. Kakushi are panicking a bit, but Akiko points to one standing nearby to come and explain the situation.

“A task force of 20 soldiers was sent to kill the new lower six demon. We gathered as many bodies as we could, but the other eight were clearly dead. Here are all the people we have left,” they explain, and Akiko glares.

“Under whose jurisdiction were you allowed to announce a death?” She demands an answer, and other kakushi nearby back away in fear.

“I-It’s just… When we checked, they weren’t breathing-”

“Were their heads decapitated? Was their body set in rigor mortis? Dependent lividity? Was there intense bruising on the bottom of the body?” Akiko presses on, seething with anger and some of the kakushi leave, rushing away in the same direction. Akiko assumes it’s where the attack took place.

“All bodies must be brought here, and that’s final from this day forth,” her voice calls the attention of all the kakushi, and she’s mildly surprised when they bow their heads to her, chanting, “Yes ma'am!”

Akiko nods to herself before overlooking the mess of soldiers, Sumi returning to her side with a bunch of ribbons in her hand. With quick thanks, Akiko takes the ribbons before placing her hands on her hips, yelling over all other noise.

“Demon slayers that hear my voice, walk to me!”

A good half are able to make their way to her, and Akiko nods her head before looking at Sumi and Kiyo and directing them to deal with the seven slayers. They’re the least injured, so the small girls can handle their injuries with next to no problem at all, but they’re given white ribbons to tag the demon slayers with.

Aoi comes running up to Akiko and Akiko points out the soldiers that were able to raise their heads but were unable to move.

“Aoi, gather the help of some kakushi and get the ones that are bleeding profusely into a room. Treat their main complaint, tie these blue ribbons on them, and above all don’t do harm,” Aoi nods with her orders before rushing to the four soldiers clutching their injuries.

Akiko herself runs to the last soldier on the floor, who doesn’t move and continues to bleed from her head. Her chest barely rises and Akiko works to remove her clothes. There’s another bleed from her stomach and Akiko quickly pats the girl down, noting four broken ribs and a punctured lung as well as a head injury.

She ties a red ribbon onto the girl’s leg, then commands two kakushi to transport the girl to an open room and to await further orders. Akiko moves to help Aoi to pat down the last soldier, only finding a broken leg and intense bleeding from his back.

The doctors rush in, and Akiko breathes a sigh of relief before sending a few off to rooms where badly injured soldiers remain. The last remaining doctor awaits orders, and Akiko leads him back to the garden.

“More patients are on their way. It’s your job to tag them either white, blue or red. White means minor injuries, then can comprehend questions and can move. Blue, they can’t move but they’re conscious. Red, the worst case. Black if they’re dead.”

The doctor is quick to understand that he’s allowed to announce time of death, and Akiko rushes back into the estate to begin her job. She sees Shinobu from the corner of her eye, unmoving and observing Akiko’s work like she said she would.

Akiko is in hell.

The girl battles between life and death with Akiko, constantly going into cardiac arrest and requiring Akiko to drain her lungs of blood before fixing the punctured lung and broken ribs. She works for hours and hours, a kakushi nearby to help though not too knowledgeable with medicine.

Akiko makes do.

A few times, either Aoi or Kiyo or one of the doctors would slip into the room, announcing a death or the stabilization of a soldier.

Akiko is glad to hear that there’s far more life saving than life losing.

Nine hours later and Akiko has stabilized the girl.

She instructs the kakushi to transport her body to a bed in the medical ward before yelling for someone to clean up the mess.

Then, she walks into another operating room to take over, asking for the status of the patient before telling the doctor that she can take over.

Four hours later and she’s onto her next patient, a soldier brought in that was assumed dead back at the attack site.

Time of death, 3:27 AM.

The next soldier is lucky enough to be alive, and Akiko operates for 11 hours with another doctor.

Akiko gives more orders and Sumi finds herself rushing to town for more bandages and gauze. Aoi is told to mix wisteria essence with water and ginger to give to patient seven. A cardio thoracic surgeon is called in and both Kiyo and Naho are ordered to help the doctor in room five.

Two soldiers are brought in.

Time of death, 2:51 PM.

Akiko works on the next patient for four hours before announcing time of death, 7:43 PM.

By the end of the four days of hell, Akiko has six deaths on her hands, two that need to be closely monitored, and the rest sleeping on the beds in the medical wards.

Akiko falls asleep by the bedside of a random soldier, her mind and body hitting the brakes and exhaustion falling onto her like a bear.

And still, she smiles, because she dealt no harm.

its been 2 weeks since i started murder of one!! fat thank you to every thats hanging in and continuing to read this :,,)

timeline wise, tanjirou has completed his own training (like akiko) and theyre both testing. i lowkey mention this by mentioning kanao’s own final selection taking and i hope yall caught onto that :,,)

I PROMISE TANJIROU WILL BE PUT IN AND THINGS WILL HAPPEN

and when they do,,,, :))))

#bittle's murder of one #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #tanjiro #kamado tanjirou #tanjirou #tanjirou kamado #kny

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uniqueimagines · 5 years

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Being Cared For pt.1

Paring: Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested: No.

Description: You never expected your long term boyfriend to treat you the way he did but more than that you didn't expect Sweet Pea to come to the rescue and treat you better than any man ever has.

Authors Notes: This imagine involves abusive behavior. Please do not read if this could affect you. Read at your own risk, also I absolutely do not believe that hurting anyone or anything or drunk driving under any circumstances are okay. Also this story is placed after you, Sweet Pea and the others have turned 21 and under the premise that the southside is never taken over by Hiram (aka Wyrm and the trailer park are never closed.)

Warnings: Trigger Warning. Abusive behavior. Mentions of drunk driving.

Word count: 2,209

Series Part Links: Part 2, Part 3.

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You have lived on the Southside and been best friends with Toni Topaz for nearly 20 years. Your mom had moved with you to the trailer park when you were a year old and the two of you were inseparable ever since. You decided not to become a serpent when Toni did but that didn’t stop you two from being best friends and hanging out nearly constantly. All of those in the Serpents knew you and protected you because your mom died you were 12 and you moved in with Toni and her family. Once you turned 18 and graduated you got a full time job at Pop’s along with working part time at the Wyrm and you were able to afford to move into your own trailer right across from Toni and beside Sweet Pea.

Despite having lived among the Serpents basically all of your life you were a very private person and didn’t personally know any of the Serpents very well besides Toni. You had met and spoke to all of them at some point or another having worked at the bar and being Toni’s best friend but for the most part you kept to yourself. You spent most of the two years after you turned 18 working and the little free time you had would just be spent relaxing with Toni and occasionally her closest friends Fangs and Sweet Pea. You were just a quiet person so the three of them did the majority of the talking whenever you hung out. You were so private and quiet Sweet Pea didn't know you have been living right next door for the last 3 years. In the last 6 months, your boyfriend of nearly a year had been staying most nights with you and Sweet Pea has seen him more than you. Tonight was no different as you were already asleep in bed and your boyfriend was pulling up in his truck as Sweets stands outside for a smoke.

Sweet Pea rolls his eyes as he gets out of his truck carrying a large case of beer. When your boyfriend walks in he slams the door and it wakes you. You rub your eyes and see the clock on the nightstand reads 12:30. You have the early shift at Pop’s starting at 6 am. You lay your head back down falling asleep fairly quickly as he sits down turning on the tv and quietly drinking his beers. Within a half an hour he has gotten way too drunk and comes stumbling into the bedroom and flops onto the bed dumping the half full bottle of beer he had in his hands on you and soaking the blanket and sheets.

“What the hell?!” You shout jumping out of bed soaked in beer and pissed off to have been woken. “Hey baby come here I need you,” he groans tightly gripping your wrist pulling you back into bed pressing himself against you. “Baby stop I have to clean this up and then get back to sleep. I have to get up for work at 5,” you try to pull away and groan as he tightens his grip on your wrist and moves his other hand to start fondling you. “Please stop,” you pull away from him. He releases his hold and throws the beer bottle and it shatters against the wall causing you to jump. “Don’t you dare fucking speak to me like that, and I can have you whenever the hell I want. I’m going to get myself another beer.” He walks out without another word.

You walk into the living room ignoring all your instincts to not confront your boyfriend. “What the hell there isn't anymore beer!” he yells as you enter the room seeing 20 or more empty beer bottles spread across the kitchen and living room. “You drank them all. Will you please keep it down my neighbors can hear you when you yell.” You groan and lean down starting to pick up the beer bottles and putting them into a trash bag. “Don’t tell me what to do and I didn’t drink all of the beers you bitch. Leave me alone,” he comes toward you and pushes you back into the wall making you drop the bag spilling the beer bottles. “Where did you hide the rest of my beer?!”

“Tell me where you put it!” he screams tearing apart the apartment throwing everything he can lift. You try putting things back until he grabs you by the throat pinning you against the wall. Your eyes begin to well with tears as you grip his wrist trying to push him off of you as you gasp for air. You dig your nails into his wrist and he lets go but instead of walking away from you he backhands you hard across the face. The large class ring that he wears daily on his right hand splits your cheek open and you slide against the wall to sit on the floor still gasping for breath. He continues to destroy the kitchen and living room looking for beer. You walk up to him tentatively and try to calm him down again giving him a kiss only to be thrown back again after being punched on the other cheek. He then begins throwing bottles at you. Most of them miss you and just shatter against the wall raining glass down beside you as you stand frozen and crying. When a bottle hits your ribs knocking the wind out of you it is the last straw. “Leave now or I’m calling the police and never come back!” You scream at the top of your lungs for him to leave and he does getting in his truck and leaving.

When you had told him that your neighbors could hear screaming you were right. Sweet Pea sat in his trailer next door and could hear every time someone yelled or a bottle was broken, though he couldn’t hear what was said just muffled shouts and thuds. The trailer park wasn’t a stranger to drunks or fights so he wasn’t all that surprised but when you screamed for your now ex to leave Sweet Pea could hear that clearly. He quickly pulled on a shoes so that he could come over and check out what was going on. As he walked out of his trailer he saw your ex speed away.

When Sweet Pea walks to the trailer the door had been left open and he could see the destruction before he even stepped foot inside. The trailer was destroyed as if someone had desperately needed to find something along with broken glass everywhere. You were crouched leaning against the wall completely surrounded by glass. You were still just wearing your pajama shirt and spandex shorts. There was blood running down your cheek from the swollen split bump on your right cheek and a bruise was already forming on your left cheek where you were punched. You were sure there was a bruise on your ribs from the bottle that hit you and you held your throat praying that there were not finger marks as tears streamed down your cheeks.

Your eyes were fixed on the floor in front of you and you still heard a ringing from the shattering bottles and the screaming. “Y/N?” Sweet Pea calls standing in the middle of the room looking down at you. “S-Sweets?” Your voice cracks and is barely audible as it hurts from screaming and being choked. “What happened here? Who was that guy?” He walks closer to you crouching beside you. “H-he is my now ex boyfriend and he woke me up drunk dumping beer on me, then got mad when I didn’t want to have sex and tried to force me. He was convinced I hid his beer or something. No matter what I said or did he wouldn't stop.” You were nearly hyperventilating by the end of your explanation as more tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Look I’m gonna take you to my house and help you clean up and see if I can't get some friends over here to clean this place up okay?” Sweets slowly puts his hand on your knee giving you opportunity to push it away but you don't. You simply nod and say, “Can you carry me? I don’t have shoes on and there is glass absolutely everywhere.” Sweet Pea laughs lightly and picks you up bridal style as if you weigh nothing. You look even smaller than normal as Sweets’ large figure makes your petite figure look tiny. You can't help but smile a little as Sweet Pea carries you to his trailer protectively.

Pea gently sets you on the couch and walks to the bathroom grabbing a med kit before coming out. As he kneels in front of you he sets his phone beside you as it rings on speaker and his phone reads *Fangs*. After a couple rings Fangs answered annoyed, “What the hell do you want from me at nearly 2 in the morning?” he groans in a sleepy voice. You can’t help but giggle a little as Sweet Pea rolls his eyes. “Shut up we got family in need. Can you get some guys to help you clean up a mess for me please. It's the trailer beside mine. Please don't ask questions. You will understand when you get there and I will explain more tomorrow.” Fangs groans and hangs up and Sweets gives you a small smile to let you know your trailer will be taken care of.

“This is gonna hurt a little bit but I have to clean the cut,” Sweet Pea holds a cotton ball beside your cheek warning you before gently pressing the bactine soaked cotton to your swollen cheek. You pull back a bit at first and wince but you let him clean it getting used to the feeling. “C-can you call Toni for me and let her know what happened and that I am okay? Also can I stay here tonight?” “Of course you can and yes I will let her know what is going on and that you are okay,” Sweet Pea smiles and hands you an ice pack. “I have one more request. Can you go back to my trailer and get my phone from my room?” You bite your lip nervous to ask more of him. “Of course. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Make sure to alternate the ice between cheeks and your ribs.”

Sweet Pea steps inside your trailer as Fangs and a few of the other serpents are cleaning, “Hey man thanks for helping she is having a rough night and having to clean this tomorrow would just suck.” “Whose place is this and what the hell happened?” Fans looks over while putting the not broken dishes back into the cabinets. “It’s Toni’s bestie and her now ex-boyfriend beat her and destroyed the place in a drunken rage. But don’t think about going and finding him, he isn't coming back.” Fangs grits his teeth wanting to find the guy but listening to Sweets instructions.

“Here is your phone and I called Toni. I also convinced her not to come over and bother you tonight.” Sweet Pea hands you your phone. “Thanks.. I managed to get someone to cover me tomorrow at work.” You attempt to stand and only get halfway before your head is spinning and your ribs hurt making you sit back down. “That's good but let me help you to bed,” Sweet Pea smiles gently picking you up and carrying you to his room and gently laying you on the bed. “I hope you sleep well. I’ll be in the living room if you need me.” As he goes to walk away you grab his hand, “Wait, will you sleep with me. I mean like just sleep like. Lay with me and sleep not sleep like…” “Of course. Anything you need or want.” Sweets cuts you off as you stutter nervously.

Sweet Pea slides into the bed beside you and wraps his arms around you as you curl up into his body. Sweet Pea can feel your hands shaking against his chest and he gently rubs your back. Laying in silence he holds you for over a half an hour before he can feel your body has stopped shaking and your breathing slows. Once he is sure you have fallen asleep he relaxes holding you protectively as he falls asleep himself.

Pea wakes up before you but doesn’t dare leave the bed holding you until you wake up. “Good morning, Princess.” Sweet Pea smiles down at you. You look up at him and smile pulling away a bit. As you look into his eyes you get a bit of butterflies in your stomach. You had never felt like this with your last boyfriend and he was the only person you had ever really dated. You wondered if this is what it feels like to be around someone who actually cares about you. “You okay?” Sweet Pea looks down at you as you had been silently staring at him for a while. “Yeah I’m great, thank you and good morning... Thank you again for everything.”

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theangriestpea · 5 years

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Mercy Killing

TW: sexual assault mention, violence

A/N: Not a lot of SP in this chapter but it was necessary to build up the relationship between Lav and the other serpents. Next one will have a big reveal of something that happened between Pea and Lav in the past. Also it's 20 fucking 19 and friends can cuddle in their underwear if they want to.

Chapter Three: Nightmares

Lav woke up to the sound of screaming. It felt so foreign and far away that she didn’t even realize it was coming from her. Strong hands were gripping her shoulders, shaking her with great restraint. They didn’t want to break her even more than she was already broken, but honestly the feeling of being held down by some unseen force made her even more hysterical.

Her eyes focused onto a tattoo of a double-headed serpent splayed out on a tan neck. He was saying something but she was too dazed to make it out. The hands left her shoulders and she heard him speak again but this time it was to someone else. “What do I fucking do, she won’t stop screaming?!” A familiar gruff voice shouted into the receiver. He hadn’t even realized that she had actually gone quiet. He seemed just as frantic as she was. Her body shook and she turned to the side and promptly emptied what little contents of her stomach there were onto the floor at his feet. Sweet Pea cursed, jumping away from her quickly to avoid the back splash. A string of foul language exited his mouth into the phone as she dry heaved, a ripple of pain tearing through her ribcage. There were tears in her eyes as she finally laid limp, head hanging off the side of the bed in case she had anything else to puke onto the floor. He left. She didn’t look up, however she could hear his heavy footsteps walk out and she heard him gagging in the other room. Chinese had been a mistake as he tasted his crab rangoons come back up. At least he made it to a trashcan unlike Lav who had just effectively evacuated her stomach acid onto her carpet. The back of her throat burned, her eyes stung with tears, she looked up and fiddling with one of the medicine bottles on the nightstand. She took out a dose of Zofran and put it in her mouth to dissolve. God bless Lorraine for telling her how to take it. There was a few minutes of heavy silence in the trailer. Lav glanced at the clock to see that it was three in the morning. She heard the sound of water running in her bathroom. There was a brief ghost of a smirk on her lips as she realized that the hard ass known as Sweet Pea was a sympathy puker. Served him right. There was a tap at her front door but before Lavender could lift herself to try and make her way to it, Sweets briskly walked over to the worn wood. He swung it open, relief flooding his features as he saw a very sleepy Toni Topaz on the other side. “Why does it smell like vomit?” SP gave her a frustrated look, “she puked.” Toni tried not to smile, “so that means you puked too.” “Shut up,” He said, trying not to pout. Toni was the only other person that knew this about him. She discovered it because he helped take care of her once when she was sick and had witnessed it herself. The pink-haired girl flitted past him and into Lav’s room where she cut on the light to at least see what the hell kind of mess she was walking into. Toni gave her a friend a sympathetic look as she walked over to her and sat down on the side of her bed. She brushed Lav’s hair back out of her face. She didn’t ask if Lav was okay because she knew that she wasn’t. They had a brief text conversation earlier that night where they had decided that Toni would help Lav get cleaned up the next day…which was technically now. “Let’s get you to the bath, okay? My cousin broke his arm once and he wrapped it up in plastic bags so the cast didn’t get wet. I’ll have Sweets grab some for us. I’ll be right back to help you.” Toni’s voice was soft as she continued to play with the strands of her friend’s purple hair. “Can I call Cheryl to come help?” Lavender just nodded her head weakly. She honestly loved both Toni and Cheryl and was so happy when they got together. She grew up with Cheryl on the Northside but became fast friends with Toni when she moved to the other side of the tracks. Plus she wasn’t sure if Toni could help her to the bathroom by herself with her equally small frame. Toni disappeared into the living room. “I’m not even going to bother asking you to clean up the puke while I help her take a bath.” “She can’t take a bath.” Sweet Pea said, looking up from his phone. He had tried texting Fangs, but he was asleep and that boy was sometimes impossible to wake up. The smaller girl gave him a baffled look, “why the hell not?” “The nurse said so, here.” He flipped through the pages of instructions and handed the corresponding page to Toni. “It’s been twenty-four hours so she can take a shower but it’s underlined that she can’t take a bath. Honestly, she could barely stand on her own so I don’t know how you’re going to do it.” Toni was already texting her girlfriend, asking for help. “I’m so glad school is still out.” She said with an exhausted sigh. “It’s going to be a long day.” Sweets nodding in agreement.

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There had been a compromise. Lav sat in water about two inches deep with her knees curled up to her chest so that the water couldn’t soak her stitches. Her head was resting on her arms that were on top of her bent legs. There was a plastic grocery bag wrapped around her cast, taped up with an exuberant about of medical tape. Cheryl was keeping her company while Toni cleaned the carpet. She was scrolling through her Instagram feed while Lav seemed lost in thought. “Want to talk about it?” She asked after hearing another sigh escape the bathing girl’s lips. “Not really.” Lav muttered. This had all be very difficult for her. She thought cleaning herself would help her mood but it didn’t. Cheryl had to repeatedly grab her hands to keep her from scrubbing her stitches off in a frenzy to try and get clean. But she couldn’t get clean. It was impossible. No matter how much soap she used it was like their touch just couldn’t be wiped off. It left her feeling hollow inside. Empty like an egg without a yolk. Cheryl glanced at her, taking in the injuries for a moment. “Those dim-witted vertebrates didn’t bother you, did they?” She asked in a sharp tone. Lav knew she was talking about Fangs and Pea. “I don’t know why FP assigned them of all people to look after you. He should have asked me and TT to do it. We’re much better at it.” Lavender smiled, ignoring the sinking feeling in her stomach. “You are.” She said, though her thoughts went back to how Sweet Pea had treated her wounds with such delicacy. “But they’ve been really good.” She ignored the look on Cheryl’s face. “Even the jolly green giant?” It wasn’t a secret that Lavender and Sweet Pea didn’t get along. Everyone knew it. Everyone felt the tension between them. They mixed like oil and water. She was just a Northsider to him. It was infuriating. “He dressed my cuts earlier…” Lav admitted to the red-head. There was a flash of pink growing on her non-bruised cheek. A look of fury passed Cheryl’s features, “if that pervert laid one misplaced finger on you-“ Lav quickly cut her off, “no, he was really…sweet? But he kept getting angry and I don’t know why. He called me a dumbass.” That didn’t sit well with Cheryl. She felt like an idiot after Nick. She understood some of the vulnerability that Lav was feeling. “You’re not stupid, Lavie. You hear me? This was not your fault.” The tone of Cheryl’s voice startled Lav. It was sharp and laced with loathing. Lav gave her a pleading look, lifting up her head, “But-“ “No buts!” Cheryl chastised, “Those insufferable mongrels did something horrible to you, Lavender. Something absolutely atrocious and you didn’t ask for it and you surely didn’t deserve it. You are not stupid.” Lavender was quiet then, looking down at the bubbly water. “Can you help me wash my hair…?” She asked timidly, not wanting to upset Cheryl again. Girl was more terrifying that Sweet Pea when she was angry. “Of course!” A smile broke across her face and she put her phone down to help Lav with her hair. Hours later when Fangs came in he found all three girls half naked in Lav’s full sized bed cuddled against one another, sleeping soundly. He smiled at the sight, the moment only being ruined by the loud snore that came from Sweet Pea in the living room.

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“Your hair is so soft, Lavie.” Fangs commented as he ran his fingers through the purple waves for the hundredth time. Lav mumbled something incoherent in response. The pain medication made her drowsy and though she had been fighting sleep since she woke up around seven, Fang’s touch was making her lose that fight. “What was that?” “Cheryl washed it for me.” She said a little louder, her eyes opening and her head lifting a little to look at him. “She massaged my scalp and everything.” “Lucky.” Fangs said, pouting slightly, “I want Cheryl to give my head a massage.” Lav laughed lightly, her eyes glancing over to Sweet Pea who looked more miffed now than he did before. “Get a room.” He said hotly. She shifted in Fangs’ lap so he could tell that she was looking at him. “Jealous?” Lav asked, a playful note in her voice. “You want to run your hands through my hair too, SP?” He shot her a glare, “as if, Rhodes.” He said back with venom, however Fangs just laughed at his reaction. “You can do better than some Northsider, Fogarty.” He added. “Nah, this Northie is pretty hot.” Fangs said with a shrug, earning a smile from Lavender. She let out a small giggle as he smiled back at her. Sweet Pea stood up from the couch, not being able to take it anymore. “I need a drink.” He said before storming into her kitchen to raid her fridge. “I’m out of beer.” She called out to him, shock ebbing onto her features as he came back with a bottle in hand. He opened it and took a swig. The look on his face smug for proving her wrong. She looked at Fangs, “you brought booze?” Fangs’ eyes looked over to Pea’s tall form. “Not exactly. Sweets did some grocery shopping since you had no food.” Lav scoffed, “I had plenty of food.” “Noodles and Swiss rolls are not food!” Sweet Pea bit back, “I got us real food.” She suddenly felt bad that he had spent his money on food for her. Well, not exactly for her per se. It was for her house at least. “I’ll pay you back.” “Yea, you will.” Pea said pointedly, sitting back down. “Later.” He added after taking another sip of beer. The lack of annoyance in his tone surprised her a little. She looked at Fangs as if to get confirmation of what he just said. The teen was just smiling in response as his hand snaked around her waist, careful not to touch her bruised ribs. Sweet Pea was doing his best not to stare at them. He didn’t know why it was bothering him so much. Normally when Fangs was hitting on a girl or being overly affectionate, he rooted his friend on in his quest to get laid. He concluded that he was just annoyed because Lav was from the Northside and he still saw her as a Northsider despite the fact that she was a serpent. Betty had done the dance too after all and she still wasn’t really a serpent either. Playing both sides. Pea figured that’s what made him so irritable around her. He didn’t know what side she was truly on. A silence fell between the three of them as Lav rested her head on Fangs’ shoulder. Fangs finally asked a question that he’d been wondering about since he got Pea’s desperate messages on how to console screaming, hysterical girls. “Did you have a nightmare?” He asked gently, as if the question would upset her. Lav didn’t answer right away. “Yes.” She finally mumbled after deciding it was best to answer him. “I had them in the hospital too but I was too doped up to react to them.” “Did you have one when you were sleeping with Cheryl and Toni?” He wondered out loud, knowing he hadn’t heard so much as a peep from her until after she woke up. She shook her head, “no, I guess them both holding me helped.” It was cute to see the purple haired girl in a sandwich between the happy couple. Both of their arms wrapped around her protectively. “Okay but why were all three of you in nothing but underwear?” Fangs asked with a laugh, wondering if that was actually necessary though he didn’t mind the visual at all. Lav’s face flushed but he couldn’t see it since it was in his neck. Sweet Pea looked over at Fangs with an offended look, “you saw them in their underwear?” “I wanted to take a picture but Toni would have probably ripped me a new one.” Fangs said. “The door was wide open, you didn’t see?” “I saw plenty last night.” Sweet Pea replied, making Lav even more embarrassed. “I’m not into mummies.” She frowned, anger creeping up her spine. Fangs was about to make a comment when there was a knock on the front door. Sweets got up and answered it, showing Jughead. Jughead looked over at the scene of Lav sitting on Fang’s lap, head on his shoulder and face in his neck. He could tell she was looking at him through an aggravated side-eye. “We need to talk, Lavender.” Fangs unwrapped his arms from around her and sat back so she could get up. Luckily today she’d been able to move a little bit easier than the day before. Her muscles were still store but the Oxy seemed to be helping more now that the worst of it had passed. Lav stood up, taking her time as to not put any unnecessary strain on her stitches. “Let’s go to my room.” She said, not really having an idea about what Jug wanted to talk about but she already figured that it should be a private conversation.

Jughead followed her into her room and he shut the door behind him. She crossed her arms over her chest as if trying to shield herself from him. “What is it?” He gave her a sympathetic look, putting her on edge. So many of her friends had been looking at her like that. Their eyes reflecting how bad they felt for her. The last thing Lav needed was a pity party. She just wanted to move on with her life even though she had basically holed herself up in her trailer all day keeping Fangs and Sweet Pea hostage there. “I need to know what the used.” He said vaguely. Lav knew exactly what he meant. The Ghoulies had used an object to defile her instead of their own bodies. It cut her up pretty bad in the process but luckily she didn’t need any stitches there. Lav turned away from him, her arms tightening around her. “No, you don’t.” She muttered, trying to will away the memory of them raping her. She had to concentrate hard to keep from falling apart at the thought. Jughead held back a sigh at her stubbornness. “We need to know, Lav. We have to know for sure that it was the Ghoulies.” “They were Ghoulies, Jug!” She snapped back, loud enough so that the boys in the other room could hear. “Why don’t you believe me?” There was an ounce of hysteria in her cracking voice. He wanted to console her but he honestly wasn’t sure how to. “They’ve done this before to two other Serpents. They used the same object, I just have to know what it was so that we’re one-hundred percent certain before we plan an attack.” Lavender let out a harsh laugh, “so my word doesn’t hold much in the court of Jones, huh?” She asked, choosing to meet his eyes. There was a fire ablaze in her gaze. The weakness seemed to dissolve as she stood up straight, turning towards him fully. “Fuck you, Jug. Not you or anyone else needs to know!” The truth was she was too embarrassed to say. She was too humiliated. Telling them what the Ghoulies had used was like admitting that it even happened. Her denial was clearly evident in how she was acting. Jughead had a twinge of guilt in his chest for upsetting her. He didn’t even want to have this conversation but his father had insisted that he make sure. That he covered every inch of this investigation with a fine-toothed comb. Too bad Lav was a knot that just wouldn’t give way to the plastic teeth. “If that’s all you came here to ask me, then just get out of my trailer.” Lavender seethed. Jughead took a step back from her to give her some more space. He shifted uncomfortably under her glare. “I’m sorry, Lav. You need to talk to someone about this eventually. I’m here for you when you decide the time is right.” Her response came in the sound of an angry huff. Jughead knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere else with this so he turned and opened the door to the room. He gave her one last worried look before opting to leave. Lav stayed in her room, gripping her arms tight to her chest as she shook with a mixture of anger, regret, and despair. She didn’t even see Fangs pop his head in to see if she was okay. “Hey, baby girl, just forget him.” He said. “Come on, let’s get wasted.”

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quilser · 6 years

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Perfect P3 ~ Choni:

(A/N) So what if I’ve posted three parts of a story in one day? Who careeeee? No but really I wanted to write smut. That’s why we’re here. Also I may or may not have worked a dirty talk kink into this so... Guess we add that to our beautiful massing of Choni kinks. Enjoy pals xx

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Pairings: Toni Topaz x Cheryl Blossom

Word Count: 4910

Rating: E

Warnings: Like I said, a dirty talk kink is in here. Also I guess you could say I wrote sub!Cheryl but. Like. That would imply I wrote a dom!Toni and I don’t really know if that’s the case. Ah well. Who knows anyway? You tell me

Summary: After two years, two past lovers are reunited. The end result is one neither of them wanted.

Parts: |1| |2| |3| |4| |5| |6| |7| |8| |9|

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“Cheryl.” Hearing her own name surprised her. For a moment she’d questioned if she imagined it, but with a quick turn of her head to face behind her, she saw the one she’d come to see.

It seemed surreal to Cheryl that she’d somehow been right about Toni being here, but then the question rose as to why the door hadn’t been answered. Cheryl decided to ignore this fact for now though in favor of venturing over to Toni.

Looking at her from closer up revealed that Toni must have gone out the night before. Her eyes sat heavy with makeup that she only wore on the nights she went partying and the tight pants and revealing top that clung to her revealed enough on their own.

Looking at her own outfit, Cheryl somehow felt underdressed despite only being in view of a desolate front yard and Toni.

“Hey.” That’s all that managed to escape Cheryl’s lips when she’d gotten closer to Toni. The expression on the girl in front of her said nothing of her emotions. It was completely neutral and Cheryl wasn’t sure whether to fear or appreciate that.

“What are you doing here?” Toni questioned, this time sounding more exhausted with the thought than questioning.

Cheryl didn’t answer. She couldn’t quite think of a reason as to why she’d shown up at all. All she knew was that she’d arrived here without much thought.

“You do know it’s a Saturday right? Why are you all the way out here?” Toni continued to ask seemingly unfazed by Cheryl’s lack of an answer.

“Maybe the better question is what one of us was up to last night.” Cheryl spat back somehow finding the will to sound angry. She knew it wasn’t her place to question what Toni did, but the thought of her going out made her uncomfortable to say the least.

“Why would what I did or didn’t do last night be of any concern to you?” Toni threw back after a look of disbelief settled onto her features as she crossed her arms.

Cheryl tried to think of something to say, but felt as though she was somehow having an argument on the playground with the stupidity held in each of their statements.

“I wasn’t even going to answer the door when I saw you. Don’t make me regret coming out here.” Cheryl had to hide the hurt she felt knowing that Toni had ignored her at the door, though part of her wanted to applaud Toni for having more self-control than herself.

“I’m sorry. I guess I just wanted to see you after the news I got today. I’m guessing you heard it too?” Cheryl attempted to calm herself enough to speak to Toni. It seemed to have worked.

“Oh you mean the great news that you and me get to be ambassadors for the school? Yeah, I definitely heard that one.” The sarcasm was evident in Toni’s voice, but Cheryl decided to let it be as Toni turned and wordlessly signaled Cheryl to follow her.

Once in Toni’s trailer, Cheryl couldn’t help but look around as Toni went to make some coffee. The place looked nice. It had Toni written all over it. Her serpent jacket was thrown over the back of a chair in what Cheryl presumed to be the dining room and a motorcycle helmet sat next to it on the table. The rest of the trailer had a certain level of disorder to it, but something told Cheryl that this was how Toni prefered it.

The thought that Toni was still able to live here without her grandpa made Cheryl smile knowing just how strong the other girl was. She quickly removed the expression from her face as Toni entered from the kitchen though.

“Here. I made it the way you used to like it. If you don’t want it I’ll make another.” Toni’s voice mixed a confusing blend of anger and anxiety into one statement, and Cheryl was careful to note both.

With a sip, Cheryl had to suppress a hum of pleasure with the delicious taste that emanated from the sip she’d taken. “It’s fine.” That’s all she allowed herself to answer. Toni accepted that with a nod and sat down in what used to be her grandpa’s chair to the side of the coffee table.

Nothing was said as the two sat drinking their coffee. Cheryl continued to glance around the room while Toni stared at nothing significant.

Finally when the coffee ran dry and nothing new was left to see, both girls were forced to look at each other. Nothing continued to be said and silence seeped into the cracks around them. It felt awkward in a way it never had between the two who’d once been so much closer than either thought imaginable now.

“Why’d you come here Cheryl?” There was that question again. This time Toni didn’t seem to be accepting silence as an answer. Cheryl thought about it for a minute. If she had to say an exact reason as to why she’d come, it would probably be nothing more than the want to be around Toni.

“I don’t know.” That seemed like the safer answer.

“Bullshit.” Toni was growing more and more frustrated with Cheryl. It seemed as though she was still only concerned with protecting herself from whatever was going on right now and the thought alone angered Toni. What right did she have to continue thinking only of herself?

Toni got up from her chair and grabbed Cheryl’s mug which had been placed down shortly before on her pursuit into the kitchen where she began washing both of the mugs.

Cheryl sighed as she heard the water turn on knowing that Toni was never much in the mood for cleaning unless it allowed her to avoid someone. With a bit of hesitation, Cheryl pushed herself off of the couch and went into the kitchen to be faced with the other girl's back.

Silence once again took over and Cheryl wasted no time in leaning against the counter in wait of Toni to run out of things to clean.

At one point or another, the water shut off and Toni went to steady herself using her hands as supports on the rim of the sink in front of her. A sigh escaped her lips as she mustered up the courage to turn around and try once again to speak to the girl who seemed unwilling to give the answers that Toni wanted.

“Why are you here Cheryl?” Once again, the question rung in Cheryl’s ears like a song she couldn’t get out of her head. This led her to thinking of the answer that she’d been trying to find since the first asking of the question.

“You went to the kitchen, so I followed you.” The immediate look of disapproval that rested on Toni’s face was indication enough to let Cheryl know that she’d given the wrong answer.

“Just leave. If you don’t want to tell me why you’re here, just get out.” With the conclusion of her statement, Toni walked out of the kitchen and began to venture down the hallway connected to the living room.

Cheryl continued to follow for reasons she couldn’t discern. Following Toni led to what Cheryl guessed to be Toni’s room. When she had been here last they’d stayed in the living room so she couldn’t be too sure. Toni saw her enter and with a groan of complete exhaustion turned to face Cheryl as she halted a few steps in front of the door.

“Are your ears broken along with your brain? Seriously! What kind of privileged nonsense did they feed you in the Blossom house for you to not understand when it’s time to go? When someone says leave, how hard is it to just go?” Toni was getting more and more irritated. Silence took over Cheryl again. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to think or simply trying to not upset Toni anymore, neither seemed to work.

“And now you’re silent. Once again. You know, I really don’t like talking to myself this much but it seems like whenever you’re around I always do it more than I prefer. Thanks for that Red.” Toni shook her head, partially because she didn’t know what else to do when faced with utter irritation and partially because she’d been upset at herself to let the familiar nickname slip.

“I don’t know what to say around you anymore.” The words escaped Cheryl without hesitation. They were the only things floating around in her mind for her to grab onto and formulate into a sentence. The statement itself led to Toni raising her head with a look of confusion. There was no anger to be found which seemed odd to Cheryl.

“Once upon a time, you never ran out of things to say to me.” Toni’s tone had been quelled and one could almost say she spoke with a hint of compassion. Cheryl failed to notice this, but did take note of the way the atmosphere around them seemed to calm.

“I guess part of me believes I’ve done enough. You’re the one who’s suffered, so why shouldn’t you be allowed to speak instead of me? I don’t think I deserve to talk anymore.” Cheryl bowed her head to avoid Toni’s eyes.

“Fine then. Don’t say anything.” Cheryl was about to look at Toni when she felt a hand being placed onto the side of her neck and her chin being lifted with the placement of a thumb.

Cheryl locked eyes with Toni. Something had changed within Toni's eyes. They no longer seemed to hold the hatred that had been staring into Cheryl since they’d met at the party. Now, a warmth that reminded her of the days when they’d been a pair seemed to etch its way back into the gaze that met her own.

Toni noticed the look in Cheryl’s eyes as she stared into her own and smiled seeing the surprise. It came to Toni’s realization that it was increasingly possible that Cheryl hadn’t seen one sincere glance from Toni in the past two years and the feeling each of them had by meeting each other’s eyes in a way that wasn’t hostile was something more sentimental than either cared to admit.

With that, Toni brought her lips closer to Cheryl’s. At first she only brushed them against the taller girl’s mouth, but slowly the brushing became short pecks which turned into drawn out interlocking of the two pairs of lips now dancing to a rhythm neither had heard in some time.

However, the more Toni kissed Cheryl, the more the anger inside of her built up. The once pleasant pressing of her lips towards the other girl’s became more forceful, she clasped onto Cheryl’s neck scratching harshly at the back where her fingers rested.

“I’m sorry.” Toni broke the kiss while resting her forehead against Cheryl’s. Cheryl was still in a state of shock and had yet to open her eyes while her lips remained parted.

“I’m too angry.” Toni barely choked out her statement. She wanted to ignore everything that had happened in the past two years and focus on the one thing she’d been wanting since it was taken from her, but something in her kept nagging.

It was like a thread of her was caught on the anger she held and as she tugged against it to try and free herself, the only thing that occurred was the further unraveling of herself.

“I want to forget. I want everything to be the same, but I’m so angry.” Toni let go of her tears as she shut her eyes and attempted to get away from Cheryl.

The sound of Toni’s words becoming mixed with tears pulled Cheryl from her place of shock. Just as Toni was beginning to pull away Cheryl grasped her face similarly to how Toni had to her only moments before.

“It’s alright.” Cheryl punctuated her statement with a simple kiss to Toni’s forehead. Using her thumb, Cheryl wiped the tears that had begun to fall and Toni closed her eyes and stopped trying to move away.

“I understand.” This time Cheryl kissed Toni’s nose and pulled her closer.

“Whatever you need.” Cheryl’s lips landed on Toni’s and left a lingering kiss before Toni retreated and placed her forehead on Cheryl’s while closing her eyes.

Both girls stood like that for some time. With their eyes closed, the air around them seemed to dissipate and all that was left was the two of them together.

“Thank you.” Toni placed her hands on Cheryl’s hips and pulled her even closer than before. She moved her forehead from the other girl’s and proceeded to place her lips onto the one’s in front of her.

The kiss itself started gentle. It was a futile attempt by Toni to convince herself that she could ignore her anger. She couldn’t.

The kiss began to get more heated. With Toni gripping onto Cheryl as though she was holding on for her life. Cheryl didn’t mind. Instead, she kept up a soft massage of her fingertips against the back of Toni’s neck acting as the slowed beat to contrast Toni’s quickened tempo.

Toni began to walk the pair back to the bed before twirling them to have Cheryl between her and the mattress. Toni straddled Cheryl’s waist but with the new found freedom of her hands, she found great pleasure in pushing Cheryl’s two wrists together above her head.

Cheryl had almost forgotten how strong Toni could be when she wanted to be. Cheryl could tell that it made Toni feel better though. In a way, Cheryl assumed that after losing every sense of control for the past two years, any opportunity to gain it back was something Toni took advantage of.

Toni didn’t bother questioning what Cheryl was thinking. As her free hand began trailing down Cheryl’s side, the only thing on her mind was how bothersome the top on Cheryl was.

“I want this off.” Toni’s voice was lower now and when Cheryl looked into her eyes, she saw nothing but lust. She understood though. This wasn’t about her. This was all she had left to give Toni.

“Do you want to take it off or should I?” Cheryl matched Toni’s tone. She didn’t fail to miss the glimmer of shock that just barely crossed Toni’s face. It wasn’t long before Toni returned to her previous self though.

“You worry about the shirt. I’ll take care of the skirt.” Toni ended her statement with a simple kiss planted onto Cheryl’s lips. Her tone wouldn’t show it, but that kiss was enough to tell Cheryl that everything was fine. This was still Toni. It was just the side of Toni that she had helped to cultivate.

Following Toni’s command, Cheryl used the release of her hands to pull her shirt up and over her head. It was then thrown somewhere into the room, but Cheryl didn’t care to clock where that was.

Given that she had some time, Cheryl propped herself up on her elbows to glance at Toni. The girl had managed to get Cheryl’s skirt hallway down her legs, but seemed distracted by the expanse of skin she’d just uncovered.

Cheryl smiled at the thought that she could still distract the other girl and decided that if there was ever a time to be cocky it was now.

“Like what you see?” Toni’s head jerked up from where she’d been admiring Cheryl’s legs. At this point she noticed that the upper half of the girl she’d been so shamelessly gawking at had now been revealed. After a brief moment of processing, Toni recognized what Cheryl had been getting at. The thought brought back her lust that had been momentarily lost.

“That depends.” Toni spoke as she finished removing Cheryl’s skirt. Toni began to crawl on top of Cheryl leaving Cheryl no choice but to inch back farther onto the bed from where she’d been hanging off the edge.

“Do you like what you feel?” Toni finally spoke again once the pair had gotten to the center of the bed. At first Cheryl was confused and was about to answer as such, but then she felt a hand being place on her right breast. Her words were caught in her throat completely as the hand began to squeeze at the breast it had just grasped onto.

Toni continued to massage Cheryl’s breast into her hand over the top of her bra as her mouth found its way to Cheryl’s neck. With little hesitation, Toni began kissing at the base of Cheryl’s neck before working her way up to her pulse point.

Every few kisses lead to a nip from Toni’s teeth that only made Cheryl expose her neck even more. With Toni pampering her in such a way, Cheryl couldn't help the reflex of her hands finding their way onto Toni’s back, but the action quickly proved to be a bad one.

Toni halted everything she was doing in favor of pinning Cheryl’s hands to the bed. Cheryl gasped at the sudden move and winced as Toni began digging her nails into the flesh around her wrists.

“You don’t get to touch me. I don’t want you too. If I do, I’ll tell you, but until then keep your hands away from me.” Toni sounded angry. Cheryl was almost afraid as she shook her head in agreeance, but the soft look in Toni’s eyes as she kissed her lips calmed Cheryl. She understood why Toni was being like this, and she knew there was nothing to fear.

With Cheryl agreeing to her wishes, Toni went back to doing what she had been, but this time her free hand found itself roaming down Cheryl’s back. With each stroke Toni allowed her nails to press harder and harder into Cheryl’s skin.

Cheryl arched her back allowing Toni more access. In an odd way, knowing that this was somehow helping Toni made it more pleasurable. It was by no means what Cheryl was used to, but she didn’t quite mind it either.

As the strokes on her back reached the extent of what Toni was willing to do, Cheryl noticed that Toni’s hand had started inching further up her back. Without her having time to process, Cheryl felt her bra strap being unclasped and the hand being removed from over top her breast that had been receiving attention up until this point.

“This was in my way.” Toni spoke this more so to herself than Cheryl, but Cheryl still found herself nodding in agreement. With the upper undergarment removed, Cheryl found that the hand once on her right breast returned, but with the clothing barrier now removed the pleasure she achieved from it extended far beyond what it had before.

Toni looked at Cheryl and saw that her eyes had closed. She was content with this amount of pleasure. Toni didn’t want that. She wanted Cheryl to be overwhelmed.

Cheryl was just starting to feel comfortable when a new sensation hit her. Opening her eyes with a jolt, she glanced down and saw that Toni had placed her mouth onto the top of her left breast.

Even when they’d messed around in the past, Toni was never one to get very close and personal. She’d always been the type to want mutual touching and caring and Cheryl was fine with that. If both of them could be happy at once, it didn’t matter to her. This though, this was new.

As Toni got settled onto her place on Cheryl’s breast, she maneuvered her hand to be at an angle allowing her thumb to press onto Cheryl’s nipple. While this occurred, Toni began to swirl her tongue around the nipple her mouth was currently surrounding.

Cheryl was taken by the sensations she was feeling. She’d been with others during their time apart, both male and female, but nothing any of them had done felt this good. Cheryl felt herself let out a low groan in praise of Toni’s actions as she gripped onto the covers in an attempt not to touch Toni.

Hearing Cheryl, Toni smiled and continued her assault on Cheryl’s breast. A new found confidence surrounded Toni and she felt as though Cheryl was finally comfortable with everything that was going on. Knowing this, Toni no longer tried to restrain herself.

Cheryl was enjoying the current feelings she was having when a sharp pain was introduced to her left nipple. She quickly recognized this as Toni biting at her nipple and just as she was about to ask for the pain to stop, she felt Toni’s tongue swipe over the entire area numbing the pain she’d felt prior.

This continued for a while as Toni continued to press and push at the nipple on Cheryl’s right breast. All Cheryl could feel was the ever increasing sensation on her left breast. With every bite, her nipple became more sensitive which increased the pleasure given from the next bite.

Cheryl didn’t fail to notice the way her inner thighs had long ago begun to heat up to an unbearable temperature due to the attention her breasts were receiving. Toni didn’t fail to notice either as she lowered herself onto the core of the girl beneath her.

With a simple role of her hips Toni watched as Cheryl shuttered at the contact. Seeing this, she understood that a much different part of Cheryl needed her attention.

Toni took her time in disconnecting her hand from Cheryl’s right breast, but let go of her left with an abrupt pop. Slowly, Toni made her way down to Cheryl’s core. Cheryl was able to prop herself up on her elbows to watch as Toni made her decent.

“Now, now Cher. It seems like you’re a bit eager for something.” Toni spoke with the same tone that Cheryl had grown accustomed to whenever they were in situations like these. What Cheryl wasn’t used to was the slow swipe of Toni’s finger up her clothed slit.

“Toni - “ Cheryl let out the word in a breath as her head fell back onto the pillow behind her.

“What is it Cheryl?” Another swipe of Toni’s finger, this time going down, passed into Cheryl’s senses. "Is there something wrong?” This time nothing occurred. Cheryl looked up only as Toni completely cupped her sex into her hand.

“Toni please!” Cheryl screamed out as her head fell back onto the pillow and her hands returned to gripping at the covers beneath her.

“Not yet.” Toni hissed at Cheryl as she tightened her grip on Cheryl’s lower region. This led Cheryl to gasp as she bit her bottom lip.

Before Cheryl could open her eyes, she felt the bed move as Toni seemingly got off of it. This caused Cheryl to open her eyes in concern, but as she did, Cheryl was greeted with the sight of Toni removing the clothes she’d been wearing up until now.

The sight made Cheryl’s mouth dry and Toni practically saw it happen. Seeing that she had an audience, Toni took extra time in removing her bra and underwear. Cheryl didn’t take her eyes off the other girl even once.

“Like what you see?” Toni asked mocking Cheryl’s tone from earlier. Cheryl could do nothing but nod slowly as she watched Toni approach her. Toni crawled slowly back towards the area she’d left and removed the underwear still covering what she was after.

Cheryl could feel how wet she was at this point, but despite this internal knowledge, Toni didn’t seem to want to let her forget it.

“God Cheryl. If you were so excited you should have said something.” The lustful tone once again consumed Toni’s voice. Cheryl was very much in awe of the abrupt changes the girl could make, but didn’t mind a bit.

“Now, I’ve always wondered something.” Cheryl grew confused as Toni tilted her head as if gearing up to ask a question.

“I’ve always wondered if I could get you to beg for me to fuck you.”

Cheryl gulped at Toni’s words. The flood of wetness that coated her thighs was proof that Toni had gotten to her and Toni knew it.

“Don’t tell me you like dirty talk.” Toni asked cynically with another tilt of her head. Cheryl averted her eyes from Toni's as she attempted to control herself.

“What would the school say if they found out their sharp-tongued Bombshell, the Cheryl Blossom, was just a dirty little bitch begging to be fucked by yours truly? I’d say they’d be pretty shocked, wouldn’t you?” Cheryl had been so captured by Toni’s gaze that she’d neglected to notice the slow movement of Toni’s hand towards her core.

As soon as Toni finished her statement she grabbed onto Cheryl’s clit and roughly pinched it without any warning. Cheryl let out of scream followed by a moan as Toni began rubbing her clit between her fingers.

“Do you like that Cheryl? What about this?” Toni ran her finger closer and closer to Cheryl’s entrance but didn’t enter. Instead she circled around the outside careful not to go too far in as to not give Cheryl exactly what she wanted.

A moan escaped Cheryl’s lips as she clutched onto the sheets even harder than she had been. Part of her was determined to not give Toni the pleasure of making her beg though. She had to keep some semblance of pride. She was a Blossom afterall.

“You can’t fool me bitch. Your pretty little cunt isn’t helping you on that front.” Toni’s mouth was getting fouler and Cheryl couldn’t help but get turned on by it. Something about hearing a completely different side of Toni was so intriguing to her and her body showed it.

“All you have to do is beg. Then all of this can feel even better than it does now. All the teasing will stop. I promise.” Toni almost sounded sweet for a moment but another pinch of Cheryl’s clit led her to believe otherwise.

“Toni, please. Just hurry up.” Cheryl did her best attempt at begging, but it wasn’t exactly something that came naturally for her.

“Cher, I told you. I want begging. Not a request.” Toni sighed but quickly found herself moaning as Toni inserted her finger just a bit farther down into her core.

“Come on Cheryl, you know what you have to say.”

“God dammit! Fuck me Toni. Please just fuck me already!” Cheryl hoped that was enough. She didn’t think she could relinquish much more of her pride.

“Are you sure you can’t do better than that Bombshell?” Toni once again pinched her clit but this time, her other hand went up to start pinching at her nipple. Cheryl couldn’t take it anymore. She knew that if she wanted any relief she would have to do just as Toni wanted. Giving up on the idea of holding onto her pride, Cheryl tried once more.

“I want you to fuck me Toni. However you want, just fuck me already. I seriously can’t take this anymore.” Cheryl knew that it wasn’t perfect and that Toni was probably looking for specifics, but if she was being honest she genuinely didn’t care anymore.

“Always so indecisive, but fine.” Toni reluctantly agreed to allow Cheryl the relief she’d been asking for.

Without warning, Toni inserted three fingers into Cheryl. Cheryl barely had time to adjust before Toni started pumping at full speed. Cheryl started to meet Toni’s hand and the bed hit against the wall with every movement.

Cheryl released a moan as Toni managed to hit a particularly sensitive part of her and as Toni continued to hit that point, Cheryl felt her legs start to shake.

A swelling pressure rose in her stomach and as she took a breath a sudden burst came from her. Cheryl screamed Toni’s name as she came and attempted to control her breathing in spite of her body’s wishes.

As the aftershock of her orgasm ran through her, Cheryl began taking heavy breaths while her eyes remained closed. She felt the bed shift and lost all of her air when she felt Toni straddle her thigh. By doing this, Toni’s thigh also collided with Cheryl’s already sensitive core.

“Wait Toni, just give me a second.” Cheryl begged but Toni seemed unfazed. She began rubbing down on Cheryl’s thigh without a word of warning and with every movement, her own thigh pressed into Cheryl.

“Toni this is too much. I just - “ Cheryl released a high pitched scream as Toni increased her pressure and speed. At that point, Cheryl realized that any attempt at stopping Toni was out of reach.

The room was silent except for the sounds coming from either girl. No words were spoken and both preferred it that way. In little time, both girls found themselves at an orgasm that shook both of them by its intensity.

With both girls exhausted, Toni collapsed onto Cheryl and both fell asleep without much care for the mess they’d made or the emotions they’d have to talk about later.

Neither of the two girls in the room would admit it, but they hadn’t fallen asleep so easily in years. Both would later blame it on being exhausted, but internally, they knew it was because they were sleeping next to one another.

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Metamorphosis {Toni Topaz x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2350 Notes: Implied sexuality.

The classroom was warm from both the air conditioning being broken, and the many teenage bodies that filled it. Toni wondered how full this place had been in before she and the rest of the South Siders came over here. She used the worksheet in front of her to fan her face, and moved her hair away from her sweaty neck. This was the only time that the dress code was a bonus for her - she would not be wanting to wear her South Side Serpents jacket in this weather. She looked out the window, tuning out the teacher until she noticed that she was being looked at by the man in front of the class. As she was about to catch his eye and ask what his problem was, his vision kept going around. Everyone was silent, until the teacher finally called your name. Sitting in the back of the class, you were nearly invisible to Toni but she turned her head slightly to look over at you.

“Ninteen-forty-six.” You said without the slightest hesitation. Toni even thought she heard boredom in your tone. She smiled to herself then turned back towards the teacher.

“Correct.” He said, and then kept going on with the lesson. He called on you three more times since there were no other volunteers. No one else wanted to waste their energy raising their hands to answer dull questions when all they could think about was going outside to where they may be able to catch a breeze. Nobody cared that you answered each question perfectly. Toni was the only one who had noticed, she discovered.

She went back to minding her own business, watching the clock eagerly for the second that the bell could ring and she could get out into the fresh and sunny air. Fate, it seems, had a different plan for Toni. “Can Antoinette Topaz and y/n l/n-” Mr. Wetherbee spoke over the loudspeaker. That was all that she heard before she gathered up her things and started to head towards the office, eager to get out of the stuffy classroom. She heard footsteps coming from behind her and noticed that you were following.

“Know what it’s about?” Toni asked you. She learned your name from the announcement, but that didn’t mean that she understood the connection between the both of you being called towards the office. You shook your head and held your books to your chest.

“No idea.” You said. Toni shrugged and kept walking, stealing glances at you every so often. You didn’t seem to be the typical nerd - Dolton Doily was the one who came to mind in that respect - and she was still impressed with your aptitude for giving correct answers. But she wasn’t going to say any of that, of course.

Once inside of Mr. Wetherbee’s office, the room grew more and more full as other students packed in. There was a definite contrast between the students that were there. Half of them were from South Side and it showed with their shabbier clothing and the attitude in their faces, and the other half were some of Riverdale High’s best students, more pristine and clean cut.

“I’ve called you all in here today because I’ve been looking at your test scores since coming here to Riverdale High.” Mr Wetherbee addressed the former South Side Students. “And it’s clear that there is a difference in how you were taught at South Side, and how we teach students here. None of you are at fault for this, it’s all a matter of logistics. No matter - I thought it wise if I pair each one of you with a student here to tutor you and help you get the grades to help you succeed later in life. Just to play catch up. How many of you are interested in this idea?”

To the principal’s surprise and delight, everyone had agreed. Toni had done so because she knew that this was a better school, and that she would have opportunities to be more than just a Serpent after she was done high school. The others agreed for the same reasons. Being at this more ambitious school had helped them create their goals and want to reach their potential. The Riverdale students agreed because this was a chance to put their intelligence and good grades to the test, as well as find out about the sneaky and secretive South Siders.

“Excellent.” Mr Wetherbee said, and started to pair off the students with the tutors. He had put Toni and you together, which suited the both of you just fine.

“Do you want me to come over to your place or meet you at the library?” Toni asked you. You seemed to think about it for a minute and Toni started to wonder why it was such a conflicting question.

“Come around to mine, anytime after six.” You said, and scribbled your address down on a piece of paper, ripped it off, and gave it to Toni. The pink-haired beauty pocketed it, said that she would be there, and headed over to the front doors to head home and get something to eat.

Once she was outside, her eyes settled on a familiar blonde ponytail swinging back and forth. Betty had been in Wetherbee’s office as well but Toni had been so preoccupied with you, that she hadn’t noticed. “Betty!” She called out, walking up to the blue-eyed blonde. “Quick question - what do you know about y/n yl/n?” Her curiosity was getting the better of her when it came to you. She suspected that you were hiding something.

“Not that much,” Betty said, thinking. “She’s usually top of the class but doesn’t participate in extra curriculars. And now that I think about it, she’s always wearing sweaters. Why?”

“Just curious about my tutor.” Toni brushed off the question. “I’ll see you later.”

Toni parked on the road in front of a nice looking house. Figures that someone like you would live in a place like this, not that she knew much about you. She took off her helmet, tucked it under her arm, set the alarm on her bike and walked up to the front door. She knocked without any nervousness in her at all, but there was still something in the back of her head telling her that not everything here might be as it seems.

That could be Riverdale’s motto by this point.

And Toni was proven right.

When the door swung open, she saw you but it was a different side of you entirely. You weren’t being covered up by a sweater this time, but rather a black crop that showed off impressive stomach muscles, as well as tattoos showing beneath it and trailing down your arms. The pants that you had been wearing at school were replaced by black ripped skinny jeans and Toni was surprised that her intuition had been so right.

“Am I at the right house?” Toni asked, not taking her eyes off of your figure. This was not at all what she had been expecting. She had been waiting for the covered nerdy schoolgirl to open the door and usher her in quietly but this was a whole different thing entirely.

“Of course you are, come on in.” You said and moved to the side so that Toni could walk in. “It’s up to you whether you leave your shoes on or not, we’re not picky here.” You told her, closing the door behind you. That made Toni take a quick glimpse down your body to your bare feet. Strangely, she found bare feet to be adorable, and took off her own shoes to reveal her plain black socks.

“Alright, I gotta ask-” Toni started, following you into the dining room.

“I know,” You said, quietly, holding the back of a dining chair. “It’s either why do I cover myself up in school or why do I dress like this at home, right?”

“Something along those lines.” Toni nodded. “No pressure to tell me though, do your own thing.”

“You would probably understand,” You said, pulling out the chair for Toni to sit in, and then moved to sit next to her. Toni sat down, feeling the effects of being close to you. She was absolutely dazzled and hooked onto what the story could be, but her expression wouldn’t let her express any of that. She guarded her feelings closely. “Though being a Serpent isn’t the only thing that the school wants to keep hidden.”

“What do you mean?” Toni asked, leaning in. You could feel her breath on your shoulder which enticed you to keep going.

“I’m not part of a gang or anything like that, though it would be fun,” You supposed. “These tattoos I got out of spite. When I was younger, I got really into rock music and the style. I loved tattoos. I used to draw on myself all of the time. I went through phases where I’d want to be a musician or I’d want to be an athlete like a boxer or something. My parents always discouraged it. They said that I couldn’t have the style or the body and be smart at the same time. They wanted a homely daughter who could take over the family business. And I refused to do that, to fall into what they wanted. So I started to work out, going to the playground and using the monkey bars if there was nothing else. I made a fake ID and went and got these tattoos out of town to shove it in my parents face that they can’t control me.” You laughed. Toni was hooked line and sinker onto each like, appreciating you the more that she heard. “And the school doesn’t like miscreants so I decided to just suck it up, cover everything with sweaters and wait until I can finally get out of there and find out what I want to do.” “Kudos to you for making it work.” Toni said, feeling honestly impressed by the story that you had just told. “So you just ... walk around your house like this?”

“I had just finished my work out when you came over so ... yeah.” You said, shrugging, not finding it to be a big deal.

“You should definitely consider walking around like this more often. Maybe not at school because of guys like Chuck and Reggie but .. I like the style, it suits you better than sweaters.”

“Thanks,” You said, breathing out a sigh of relief. You were nervous that Toni was going to find it odd but by the look in her eyes, you could tell that she found it to be completely appealing. Toni could not take her eyes off of you. It was girls like you that were the reason she was bi-sexual. Just being this close to you was making her sexually frustrated. “Did you want a snack or should we hit the books?”

“You’re snack enough.” Toni said, smiling. You raised an eyebrow at her and placed your hand on her knee.

“You say that now, but we haven’t even got the whipped cream out yet.”

The next day, Toni walked into the school with a grin on her face. Sweetpea and Jughead had asked her what she was so happy about but she said nothing, giving them a wink and walked off to her classes. She couldn’t stop thinking about the night before. The way that your skin felt against hers, the way your lips felt on her skin. She still had faint lipstick marks around her waist and love bites hidden beneath her hair. She felt both emotionally and physically satisfied. She kept an eye out for you but Riverdale High was still a big school and she had yet to see you.

Up until it was lunch time and Toni went to her usual table with the rest of the Serpents. Her eyes scanned the cafeteria more than her friends and her food, looking for a special someone. She did not want last night to be a one time thing and even if that meant embarrassing herself and being the one to approach you first, it was worth it.

You came into the cafeteria with your usual attire on. The sweater, the hair covering your shoulders, the jeans that were a little loose so they didn’t show off your figure. “Clear a space,” Toni commanded of Sweetpea, stood up and approached you immediately, a coy smile on her face.

“Where you sitting?” She asked you.

“I think you asked the same thing last night,” You smirked which looked very out of place with the disguise you wore around school. Toni laughed and nodded.

“I remember. Come sit with us.” She nodded towards the table that she had just vacated.

“Not the most fun choice you could give me but I’ll take it.” You said, following her to her leather-clad friends.

“This is Sweetpea, Jughead, Betty...” Toni introduced you to the people that were sitting at the table, making Sweetpea move so that you could squeeze in beside her. “And this is y/n.”

Everyone said hello and was pleasant enough but they kept giving Toni confused looks as to why you were sitting there. It didn’t make you feel uncomfortable but it did make you feel like you had something to prove. As did Toni, who put her arm around your waist, her thumb finding her way between the waistband of your jeans and the hem of your shirt, stroking the exposed flesh, giving you goosebumps.

“You can stop staring at my girlfriend now, seriously.” Toni said snarkily to the table, each of whom went back to minding their own business, asking no questions and accepting it for what it was.

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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“I Like This”

Kozik x OFC (Tawnie Trager)

Request by @adela-topaz-caelon: Was re-reading the Kozik fic with the hickey, and I was reading the part where it said "fell into place", so I was wondering if we could get a prequel to that (The original fic can be found Here)

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She let out a deep sigh as she cleaned up a few stray bottles that were scattered across the bar and tables. Part of her wanted to leave it to be someone else’s problem, but the other part of her knew that even if she went home, she’d probably be awake and cleaning there too. She tossed the bottles into the garbage bin before beginning to wipe everything down.

The clubhouse had never been so quiet—the music was off, the guys had all either gone home or back to their dorms, and she was the only one left and it made the clubhouse seem five times larger than usual.

The silence was broken by the sound of heavy footsteps. Turning around, she saw Kozik coming into the bar area. He looked exhausted and like his hangover was already starting. She chuckled quietly as he walked behind the bar and looked for something in particular.

“I don’t think it counts as hair of the dog until morning,” she said with a quiet laugh.

He shook his head, chuckling, “Believe it or not, I’m just looking for a bottle of water.”

She laughed, motioning under the bar, “Left cabinet, bottom shelf.”

“We don’t have any that are refrigerated?”

“You think anyone comes here to drink water?” she shot back with a laugh.

He smiled as he twisted the top off, “That’s fair,” he took a long drink and looked back over to her, finally realizing what she was doing. He shook his head slightly, “You don’t gotta be doing all of that, T. Let the prospects handle it in the morning.”

She shook her head, “I’m almost done here anyway. Let them take credit for it, though,” she smiled.

“The guys would never let them.”

She chuckled, “True,” she tossed the rag onto the surface of the bar, “Alright. Well, I’m outta here,” she went and grabbed her purse, “I’ll see you around?”

“Yea I’m, I’m not going anywhere.”

She flashed him a smile, “Nice to know you’re back for good.”

She started making her way towards the door before he could try to come up with any kind of response at all, let alone one that would make him sound smooth. He let out a quiet sigh as he watched her walk out the door of the clubhouse. She was the last woman in the world that he should spend his time thinking about or talking to, but something inside him said that that fact wasn’t going to matter anymore, especially if he was sticking around.

Over the next couple of days, the two of them would exchange quick hellos and goodbyes when they crossed paths. Before he’d seen her after hours at the clubhouse, Kozik never actually realized just how often Tig’s daughter was at the clubhouse and T-M. She pitched in and helped Gemma when necessary, and growing up as Tig’s daughter meant that she knew her way around bikes and cars well enough to be helpful at the shop.

Kozik saw her getting her things together at the end of the day and made his way over to her. She heard his footsteps and turned around, smiling when she saw him. He tucked his hands into his pockets, “You gonna be around later?” he nodded towards the clubhouse.

She laughed, shaking her head, “No, not this time. Got other plans. You boys will have to clean up your own beer bottles tonight.”

He chuckled, “You know it’ll never get done.”

She smiled, “I know. Have a good—”

“He bothering you, Tawnie?” Tig walked up, positioning himself between the two of them.

She huffed, rolling her eyes as she shook her head, “I’m fine, Dad. “

He looked from her over to Kozik, eyes narrowing, “Don’t you have other shit you should be doing? Like not talking to or making eye contact with my daughter?”

“Dad—”

Kozik spoke up before the situation got any worse, “My bad,” he held his hands up in surrender before turning and walking away.

When he was out of earshot, Tawnie gave her father a good shove, “Why do you need to be such a dick?”

“All these guys know you’re off-limits. But him especially,” Tig saw the way that she rolled her eyes and he pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head, “You know I love you, T.”

“I love you too,” she grumbled before stepping back, “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

“Alright. Drive safe, baby,” he watched her walk towards her car for a moment before turning back around. He saw the way that Kozik was also watching her and shook his head. He was about to walk up to him when he heard Clay calling for him from the clubhouse. With a sigh, Tig turned around and made his way over, granting Kozik another day without getting chewed out by him.

The last thing that Kozik wanted was more issues with Tig. The man had had it out for him for years and getting involved with his daughter wasn’t going to make that situation get any better. He told himself that he was going to try and stay away from Tawnie when he could—not go out of his way to talk to her and just hope that she would return the favor.

At the end of the work day, she was trying to pull the garage door down for one of the work bays—the wiring in it went weeks beforehand and no one had gotten around to fixing it yet so it only lowered it about a quarter of the way, leaving it mere inches out of her reach.

With a heavy sigh, she called over to the other side of the shop, “Hey, Kozik?”

He turned around as he finished wiping off his hands, “Yea?”

“Can you…?” she pointed up at the door, “I can’t reach it,” she had to laugh.

He chuckled as he made his way over, “Yea, of course.”

She watched him as he reached up and pulled the door down the rest of the way with ease, “I swear I’m just gonna start wearing heels to work so I can reach shit.”

He smiled, trying to stifle his laughter a little, “I’m not sure if that’s the most practical solution to your problem. But,” he let himself meet her gaze, “I’m not going to try and tell you not to.”

She laughed, “Probably better that way. I’m not the kind of person people usually win arguments against.”

“Must be a Trager thing,” he chuckled.

“Well,” she laughed as she let her hair down out of its ponytail, “I’m at least a much more graceful winner than my father.”

“I think that’s a low bar to set, T.”

She chuckled as the two of them made their way towards the door of the garage, “Maybe.”

Kozik stood by while he watched her lock the door to the garage, trying not to be obvious about the fact that he was staring at her, “Are you…are you coming by for the party tonight?”

She shrugged, flashing him a smile, “I was thinking about it, why?”

“Just wondering,” he didn’t want to sound like he was being nosey or pushy.

She started walking towards her car, motioning for him to follow her, “Club events are always, uh, hit or miss, for me,” she laughed, “I wanna have fun but it’s difficult when Tig doesn’t want anyone to, you know, look at me,” she looked over at Kozik and heard the nervous chuckle slip past his lips, “I’m sorry about all that shit before, by the way.”

He shook his head, “Don’t worry about it. I’m used to it.”

“Well in that case,” she smiled as she dug her keys out of her purse, “I’m even more sorry,” she laughed.

“I’ll see you later?” he gave it one last shot as she climbed into her car.

She smiled at him, “Maybe. Try to stay outta trouble, alright?”

He gave her a smile and a nod before she turned the key in the ignition and took off out of the compound. Letting out a deep breath, he walked towards the clubhouse to get ready for church before the party that night.

“Hey,” she called out over the noise of the party that was well underway, “Kozik!”

He turned his head in the direction of his name, eyebrows raising in surprise when he saw who was calling for him. He quickly made his way over to her, watching as she carried a case of beer inside. He offered to take it from her but she shook her head at him.

“Got three more outside. Help me grab those? Put those muscles to some good use?”

He laughed as he walked back the way she came in, “Yes ma’am.”

She walked by him as he carried two cases and she chuckled, “Show-off.”

“I left the last one for you,” he smiled.

“And they say chivalry is dead.”

That was the last exchange they had for the rest of the party. Kozik got swept up in the antics with his MC brothers, and Tawnie was content to sit back and keep an eye on everything. She was always ready to jump in and run interference between anyone—she and her father had that in common. She was better at keeping her temper in check but she was just as protective as he was. She never let anything shady slip by her if she could help it.

Luckily, it was a relatively uneventful night. Aside from a few of the Cara Cara girls drinking too much and needing to be driven home, everyone was on their best behavior, whatever that meant for them. Soon enough they were all riding off on their bikes or safely passed out in their dorms. This time, though, Kozik didn’t even bother disappearing back to his room at the end of the night, he just hung back and waited for everyone else to clear out.

“So,” Tawnie was making her rounds and collecting beer bottles again, “is 2AM the optimal time to try and talk to you?”

“Without me running the risk of getting murdered by your dad, yea,” he laughed as he sat down at the bar.

“Ah,” she threw the bottles away and grabbed fresh ones for each of them, popping the tops off before hopping up and sitting on the bar, “So it’s strategic.”

“Something like that,” he took a swig of his beer, “Or maybe I just want all of your attention.”

She chuckled, “Well, you certainly have it now,” she gently nudged his knee with her foot, “So what can I do for you, hm?”

“Keeping me company at 2AM is more than enough.”

“Mm,” she hummed with a laugh, “Talk about low bars.”

That became their new routine. In the small, quiet hours of the morning after everyone else was gone or passed out, the two of them had their time. Sometimes it was only a few minutes, other times it was a few hours. There came a point where both of them recognized that it was much more than just keeping each other company, but neither of them wanted to say anything and run the risk of ruining it.

The two of them were sitting at the picnic table outside the clubhouse. Everything was quiet, everyone had long since disappeared and gone to bed. Kozik sat next to her on the same side of the bench, the outside of his leg pressing lightly up against hers as she toyed with the beer bottle in her hands.

“Thank you,” she said as she looked over at him.

He tilted his head in confusion, “For what?”

“For always staying. I know that you’d probably rather be sleeping right now, like most people would at 3AM,” she laughed, “But I like…this.”

“This?” a smile passed over his features.

She laughed, “Yea. This.”

He leaned forward onto the table, his forearm resting right next to hers, “I like this too.”

There were a few seconds of silence before she turned to face him again, waiting for him to do the same. He felt her eyes on him and when he looked over and saw the way her lips were slowly curling up into a smile, it was hard to take his eyes off of her. He nervously drummed his fingers on the side of his beer bottle as he tried to figure out what he was going to say or do next, but it was hard to think underneath the weight of her gaze.

She reached over and put her hand on top of his, gently taking it off the bottle and resting it on top of the table so she could lock her fingers with his. He watched her every move, heart pounding quickly inside his chest.

She tugged him closer to her and he gave in with ho hesitation, leaning in as her hands rested on the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Despite the shock coursing through his system he wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her pulled tight as her fingers found their way up into his hair.

Weeks of late nights and whispered conversations all came together as he focused on the way that her lips moved against his. She let out a quiet moan as his fingers gripped onto her sides a little tighter, and for a moment he thought he was going to melt completely into her.

When she pulled away, trying to catch her breath as she felt her cheeks heating up, she couldn’t help but to let out a quiet laugh. Her let her hands lightly slide down his shoulders and arms until they interlocked with his.

“I think,” she looked at him, a playful light in her eyes, “we should definitely keep doing this.”

He couldn’t help but to laugh, pulling her in for a quick kiss, “Definitely.”

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lolabean1998 · 6 years

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Ali-cat part 3

Sweet Pea fanfic

Toni burst through the doors to the Wyrm scanning the room for Hog Eye, she caught a glimpse of him behind the bar and hurried over. “Ali’s in the truck she’s really sick, she looks like hell,” She panted slamming into the bar in her hurry, Ali was now passed out in the passenger seat and had turned another shade paler, if she continued like this she’d soon look like a pile of ash. Hog Eye grabbed a small red book from the back flipping rapidly through it looking for Ali’s address slamming his hand down on the page when he found it.

“Get her home, her mother will know what to do, if she needs anything give her the number to the bar and tell her to call. Time doesn’t matter, can’t have my best worker off sick.” Hog Eye instructed Toni, handing her the page with Ali’s address on, Toni snatched it from his hand bolting back towards her truck just in time to see Sweet pea sat beside Ali brushing the hair from her face.

“Come on, I’ve got the address but you’re carrying her in.” Toni called jumping into the truck and speeding off just as Sweet pea started up his bike. They flew down the road leading to the trailer park, stopping in front of an old rundown house just before the entrance to the trailer park. Toni gave Sweet pea a disbelieving look as she jumped out the truck.

“You sure you got the right address?” Sweet pea asked looking in confusion at Toni. “There isn't any lights on or anything.”

“Pea this is the only house on the block, it’s the only place it could be.” Toni confirmed showing him the piece of paper. Toni wandered cautiously to the door, spotting several lit candles in the window next to a picture of a tall blonde woman stood next to a young Ali. “It’s definitely here pea!” She called before knocking on the old wooden door in front of her. Pea nodded and moved to pick Ali up carrying her carefully to the door, Toni stepped back as the door opened slowly, revealing the tall blonde woman from the photo. Her face dropped when she saw Ali in Peas arms, beads of sweat glistening on her grey forehead.

“I think she caught a chill from being caught in the rain this morning.” Pea reported clutching Ali’s limp frame tight.

“Set her on the sofa.” Ali’s mum ushered them in directing them to a dimly lit room opposite a slightly broken staircase, a small sofa tucked away beside a small dusty fire place filled with dancing flames and glowing coals.

“She stayed late after school and fell over my bike running from a group of Ghoulies.” Sweet pea informed Ali’s mum when her eyes fell on the split In her daughters lip and bloody scrapes on her arms and side.

“Thank you for bringing her home safe, would you mind helping me clean her up, I just need you to hold the torch.” Ali’s mum asked grabbing the first aid box under the sofa.

“Of course we will Mrs...?” Toni trailed off unsure of what to call her.

“Sophie, just call me Sophie.” Ali’s mum smiled handing Toni and Sweet Pea a torch each.

“Oh I’m Toni Topaz and this here is Sweet Pea.” Toni introduced as she helped Sophie cut away the shirt that was no stuck to Ali’s arm whilst Sweet Pea wiped her forehead down with a damp cloth.

“I know who you are Topaz, tell your uncle stitch says he still owes me 50 bucks.” Sophie smiled at Toni’s confused expression.

“Sophie, If you don’t mind us asking, what’s with the candles?“ Sweet Pea asked cautiously, glancing around at the potential fire hazards sprinkled around the room.

“Powers out,” Sophie answered shortly, “That's why she was at school late, she was going to study and have a shower.” Her eyes looked dull and upset, like all the hope had disappeared from her.

“Is that why she’s working at the Wyrm?” Toni asked sympathetically, placing a warm, soothing hand on Sophie’s back. Sophie nodded but didn't speak, instead focusing her energy in cleaning up her daughters wounds. The group worked in silence until Ali was patched up, questions whirling round in Toni’s head as she watched Sophie work. ~How did a British lawyer find a job out here? Why did she seem so well practiced at stitching people up? What did she mean earlier? How did she already know who they were? ~ Something seemed off and it was bugging her, judging by the intense expression on Pea’s face it was getting to him too.

“Please tell Hog Eye Stitch says thank you.” Sophie smiled wiping her daughters cheek softly. “I’d offer to make you a drink or something to eat but I’m afraid there’s nothing to make.” She apologised, Toni and Pea shook their heads smiling.

“It’s ok, honestly just let us know how she is.” Toni smiled, “Is there anything we can get for you?” Sophie smiled shaking her head as she followed the pair to the door.

“We’re fine honestly, thank you.” She waved goodbye as they disappeared back to the bar.

“Ok so who the hell is stitch? How does Ali’s mum know us? Why is a British lawyer working all the way over here and WHAT AREN’T YOU TELLING US?” Toni demanded slamming her hand down hard on the bar giving Hog Eye and Tall Boy a frustrated glare, Sweet Pea sat beside her staring in deep thought at his beer bottle.

“That why you sent us to scare away that Lawyer a few months back?” He asked after the moment of exasperated silence that had followed Toni’s demands. “So she could come back? She’s from here isn’t she, that's why you took on an outsider, why you told us to leave the newbie?” He looked up curiously at the group, now staring at him opening and closing their mouths like goldfish.

“You kids need to get out more, Toni stitch was FP’s best friend back in the day until he left us for some Ghoulie slut, haven't seen him since. Ali came in looking for a job, she seemed capable so I hired her. As for her mum, she’s British born and bred, came here a few years back for an internship or something, probably why she wanted to come back. Now shove off don't you have school tomorrow.” Tall Boy scowled at them, feeling overwhelmed and annoyed at the bombardment of questions thrown at him.

Ali wasn't in school for the next few days, she had caught a bad chilled and was using it as an excuse to avoid bumping into the Ghoulies. She decided that she would go back to school on Friday, that way she only had to endure one day before the weekend hit and she could go back to working blissfully in the bar.

Stepping through the scanners on Friday morning was more terrifying than ever, she could see the Ghoulies from that horrible night, eyeing her up like candy. Cas flew over to her throwing her arms around her friends neck and pulling her close, pulling Ali out of her panic fuelled daze.

“Oh my God how are you? Are you ok, Toni told me you got sick from the rain? She also said you stayed late so you could shower? Oh Ali you should’ve told me you guys were struggling, Dads coming over to yours this weekend with a few friends to fix up the house for you!” Cas explained barely taking a break to breath, Ali went to defend herself when Cas put a perfectly manicured finger to her friends lips. “I won’t here it Ali, you’ve been so lovely and you’re mums agreed to help him out with some legal issues as payment. Come on, we have so much to catch up on.” Cas grinned linking arms and dragging Ali to their science class.

At lunch Ali sat at her usual table with her usual friends, laughing about the event’s Ali had missed and discussing the new science project when the Ghoulies from earlier in the week snaked their way over planting themselves either side of Ali and Cas.

“Well if it isn't the infamous serpent slut, how comes you weren't in school, working over time.” He sneered, placing a bony hand on Ali’s inner thigh and grazing up. Ali stood up throwing his hand away from her, that was too far she had dealt with creeps like this before, she could do it again. It was time to put her martial arts to good use again. She grabbed his hand tugging it hard behind his back and throwing him down on the table his hand locked between his shoulder blades. The Ghoulie to her left went to grab her but she was too quick, kicking him clean in the face before swinging herself onto the table releasing the first Ghoulie as she moved.

“Now I’m not one to resort to violence but if that's what’s needed I will. Please leave me and my friends be, I won’t ask again.” She shouted, still holding onto her polite English manner. The Ghoulies went to grab her again but this time the whole table rose to her side throwing the Ghoulies off and pushing them towards their own table. Ali couldn’t help but smile at her new found protection, she spotted Sweet pea clenching his jaw, staring at her his eyes dark and angry.

Ali stayed late at the Wyrm that night, Hog Eye had given her extra hours to make up for the hours she’d lost when she was sick, the Friday night buzz was epic. People dancing and laughing together, the bar was filled with drinking games and Ali didn't have to wear her headphones as the loud music drowned out any slither of information she might over hear. She was carrying a large tray of shots to a table by the pool table, Toni and Fangs, the short haired, muscle bound boy she had seen with them on her first day, waiting eagerly. She grinned at them as she placed the tray of 10 tequila shots in front of them.

“This is going to be the death of you two, How you’re still standing I’ll never know!” She shouted over the music to them laughing, she was collecting the empty shots from the previous round and a few empty glasses when she spotted Sweet Pea in the corner with a dark haired serpent girl, their lips locked together and hands wrapped around each other. Ali couldn't help but feel something break inside, but she smiled out of habit and nodded towards to the couple, looking at Toni. “Do you think he knows her name this time? Or is she just another play to mask his fear of being alone?” Toni laughed throwing back another shot.

“It’s Friday night, what do you think?” She called over the heavy beats of the music.

“Ali these two are yours, you look like you could use it.” Fangs called pushing two shots of tequila towards her, despite his menacing appearance he was actually really sweet, she had served him a few times and he was always really polite and gave her a large tip. Ali attempted a protest but Fangs just shook his head and pointed to the drinks in front of her with Toni chanting for her to drink beside him. Ali shrugged and threw back the shots, shivering and pulling a disgusted face at the fowl taste making Toni and Fangs laugh loudly at her. She thanked them both as she collected the rest of the glasses and headed back towards the bar. The sting of seeing Sweet Pea with another girl still playing on the back of her mind. As the night drew on Ali become more aware of the people in the bar, keeping an eye on those who were to drunk to handle any more and those on the edge of an all out brawl. She ducked and dived out of the way of drunken stumbles and clumsy dance moves, clearing away empty glasses and wiping down tables as she went. Ali was just tidying up the pool table area when a large hand planted itself by her side as she was gathering the shot glasses that were scattered across the pool table. She spun round to see Sweet Pea swaying heavily beside her, a hungry expression on his face but his eyes looked empty and alone.

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certifiedskywalker · 6 years

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Nest of Snakes - Jughead Jones

Jughead Jones has transferred over to South Side High; a known nest of snakes and your very high school. On his first day, you and Toni Topaz give him the grand tour. You find yourself taking a liking to him as you show him the community the Serpents can offer him.

(Following Jughead throughout his jounrey on the Southside of Riverdale thus far! Hope you enjoy!)

Home. The word seemed foreign to you. Riverdale had never truly been your home. It was merely the town you were forced to live in. When your parents moved you to Riverdale, you could remember the feeling of all the string you had tied to your true, your home town fray.

With those ties cut, you tried your best to make Riverdale a semblance of a home. It was hard, the first few weeks. Being the new kid in the decaying South Side High School was quite an experience. If it hadn’t been for Toni Topaz, you may have not made it through. Even in the midst of metaphorical homelessness, Toni pointed you in the direction of a sense of community. The infamous South Side Serpents.

The Serpents welcomed you with open arms, with the recommendation from Toni, and initiated you as a member. Soon, home wasn’t what you had thought it was. It was no longer your old town, it was a unruly group of snakes that protected one another.

It was difficult to imagine that, one day, you might be the one to guide another lost soul to the nest of vipers; but that day soon came.

“That’s him,” Toni said, popping up at your side as you pulled a book from your locker. You glanced as her and then the direction she was pointed in. Your eyes soon found the boy she was speaking of; lanky form hidden under layers of dark clothing with a shoulder bag across his chest. He was scanning up and down the halls, but, despite his movements, his grey beanies remained perched on his head of raven-colored hair. This boy was Jughead Jones.

“That’s FP’s son?” You asked, surprised lacing your tone. When people gossiped that FP Jones’ son had been transferred to South Side High, you had a mental image of him already in mind. “He looks...soft,” you said, glancing at Toni, “not like I imagined.”

“Am I detecting disappointment?” Toni asked, pulling you towards the lost boy in the middle of the hallway.

“N-no,” you stammered out, “I just...he’s not what I was expecting is all.” Toni let out a short laugh and continued to lead you over to the Jones boy.

“You look lost,” Toni said, catching Jughead’s attention. The boy turned to face the two of you, his light blue-green eyes wide with fear.

“I-I,” his voice trailed off as he took in your and Toni’s attire. His gaze locked with yours and you felt your breath catch in your throat. His features were soft, lacking the sharpness that was present in the faces of other Serpent family members. You both stared at eachother, Jughead already seeing you as wonderfully complex.

You weren’t the traditional Southsider. You didn’t look as hardened as Toni, or the other Serpents crowding the hallways. If you tried, you could’ve pulled yourself off as a Northsider, Jughead thought to himself. Maybe you would write on the Blue and Gold with Betty or share a milkshake with Archie at Pop’s. You, to him, seemed sweet.

Toni looked between the two of you, feeling a tension starting to grow. She cleared her throat and Jughead looked over at her, the fear melting away.

“Well, I'm Toni Topaz, and this is,” she gestured to you and you blushed with a shy smile playing on your lips. You stuck out your hand to Jughead.

“I’m Y/N L/N,” you said softly. Jughead dipped his head as a greeting, and also to the hide the nervous smile on his face. When he looked back up, he took your hand and shook it. His palms were slightly rough, his warm skin sent little shocks down your spine.

“I’m Jughead, Jughead Jones,” he said, giving you a soft smile. He could feel himself fall into place; like, the moment your hands joined was the moment he figured out what he was missing.

“Oh, I know,” you said, feeling a burning blush enflame across your cheeks. “At the Whyte Wyrm, FP would go on about you. Your dad is a good guy, I hope he get’s out soon,” you said quickly trying to recover any leftover pride you had.

“Anyway, we were supposed to give you the full animatronic tour of Southside High, but some of the robots went insane and started killing the guests, so, we'll just wing it.” Toni’s attempt to salvage the conversation made you smile.

“Uh, yeah, okay,” Jughead said, ready to follow Toni as she led him down the hall. You fell in step next to Jughead, gazing up at him one last time.

“Welcome home,” you said with a smile. Jughead smiled down at you.

“Thanks,” he said, and you saw that he was truly grateful. You turned your head and sped up a little. As you moved, your hand accidentally brushed against Jughead’s. The contact sent shivers down your spine and in that moment you knew, you could feel, that this boy would be the end of you.

“Jug, this isn’t like a newspaper article you can cut out. Becoming a Serpent is a big deal. When I wanted to be initiated, even Toni was worried for me. Are you sure you want this?” You worried your bottom lip in between your teeth when you finished. Your eyes traveled up to your friend’s face as he paced around his trailer.

“Yeah, Y/N, I can’t keep the peace if I don’t. My dad-”

“You don’t have to be your dad, Juggie,” you whispered, and the nickname caused Jughead to meet your eyes. Only Betty called him that; but it sounded more natural falling from your lips. Jughead closed his eyes for a moment, pushing the painful thoughts of Betty to the side.

“I know,” he said, shaking his had for a moment, “but something needs to be done. I can’t keep Archie from getting in trouble but I can help the Serpents keep clean. You can help me, so can Toni.” You nodded at his words, trying not to be distracted by the fact he was wearing a white tank top that clung to his form perfectly.

As his weeks at Southside High continued on, you couldn’t help but feel that there were feelings growing between you two. Longing looks were common, at least from you to him. Jughead was kind, too good for the Southside; but just what the Southside needed. He could make change and you loved that he could. In a way, you felt that you loved him. You just couldn’t admit it to yourself quite yet. Afterall, he and Betty had just broken up.

“I’ll be there,” you said suddenly, Jughead holding your gaze. “It isn’t going to be easy, Juggie. It will be painful. Sweet Pea will make sure of that.” Jughead let out a rough chuckle, making you smile weakly. He stepped towards you and grabbed your wrist gently in his hand.

“I know. Thank you, Y/N. You’ve made everything easier on me.”

“What are friends for?” You asked with a shaky breath. Jughead’s smile seemed to fade a little and you could tell, just by mentioning friends, his thought of those he had left on the Northside. In reality, Jughead was thinking how exactly you were his friend; and if he wanted more.

He, himself, had felt that, ever since meeting you, he and Betty hadn’t clicked like before. While he was beaten up over the fact she had left him out of the blue, part of him was a little glad. He wanted to explore the feelings he had towards you, whatever they were, but confidence seemed to fail him the moment he thought he could say something.

With one foot in the North and the other in the South, Jughead Jones felt like Riverdale was tearing him apart. The one person that made him feel grounded didn’t seem to care for him in the way he cared for her. If only he knew how you were silently begging him to kiss you and make you forget about everything this town had brought upon itself.

“It was painful to watch,” you said softly as you dabbed a damp rag against the cut on Jughead’s cheek. His winced when the fabric made contact with his skin.

“It was painful in general,” he said with a soft chuckle. You gave him a little grin and went back to dip the rag back into the bowl of warm water. “But thank you for being there. Even if you were screaming the whole time.”

“I was just worried for you,” you said, trying to defend your actions. You flashed back to the scream you had let out when Sweet Pea had decked Jughead in the face. Toni had to hold you back, but, eventually, everyone let you through to aid him.

“It was nice having you care about me,” Jughead teased.

“Why wouldn’t I care about you, Juggie? You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met.” You glanced at Jughead, who’s already bruised cheeks flushed a red. You set the rag down and let out a heavy sigh; unsaid words weighing heavily on your lips.

“What is it, Y/N?” You looked up and locked eyes with him. In his eyes, you saw the feeling you felt when you had first welcomed by the Serpents. Their was hope in Jughead’s eyes that you wanted that boy to hold on to. With all of the death surrounding Riverdale, even the smallest glint of hope in Jughead’s gaze gave you a sense of safety.

“I’m proud of you,” you said, “and I want you to know that, we need you. Despite my worrying, I’m glad you’re a Serpent now.” Jughead smiled and reached out, absentmindedly brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face.

You looked beautiful, sitting there next to him. There was an affection in your eyes that he had once felt for Betty. But now the preppy blonde was the farthest person from his mind. It was just you, you, you. Y/N L/N, the Serpent girl that had stolen his heart the moment he had walked into the snake nest of Southside High.

“Me too,” he whispered. His eyes held onto your’s and you felt yourself involuntarily leaning forward. “It makes this easier somehow,” he murmured before he placed his lips on yours. Your eyes closed at the feeling, melting under his touch. His plush lips moved softly against yours until you couldn’t hold it back any longer. Your hands reached to his neck, pulling him even closer.

“I,” Jughead started, pulling away from your lips, “have wanted to do that for a while.”

“So have I,” you said, feeling forward to peck his lips again. Your hands went to his head, brushing his beanie off his raven colored locks. With that last wall being broken, you and Jughead, both Serpents, became the other’s home. The rest of the night, you and Jughead caught up on all the time you had lost before. Sharing kisses and feelings that had been yearning to be spread since to moment your eyes first met.

“Be careful, okay? I need you, this town needs you.” You looked up at Jughead as you spoke. The sun was beating down, only burning more excitement for the impending drag race. While you weren’t pleased with Jughead driving in it, you were, once again, proud that he was defending the community that had taken him in.

“I will be, I promise,” he said, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. You hummed at the contact, closing your eyes in that moment.

“I’ll be cheering for you,” you said, backing away from the kiss. As you walked backwards, Jughead threw you a wink, making a blush rise to your cheeks. You turned and found a spot next to Toni. As you settled in, you couldn’t help but notice a blonde glaring daggers at you.

“That’s Betty,” Toni said, following your eyes, “Jughead’s ex.”

“She made her choice when she left Jughead alone,” you said coldly, “he’s with us now.” You gestured to the rest of the Serpents and Toni nodded; although a tinge of doubt stabbed at her heart.

“So that’s why you’re comfortable in the nest of snakes,” Archie said, watching as Jughead settled into his seat. “Who is she?”

“Her name is Y/N,” Jughead said, starting the car, “she’s not like the rest of the Serpents. She’s a member and she’s sweet. And kind.”

“You got over Betty really quick, Jug,” Archie pointed out. Jughead glanced at his friend, letting out a slight sigh.

“Betty made her choice,” he said finally, “and I have made mine. I choose the Serpents, I choose helping them. And I choose Y/N.” He looked out the window and saw Y/N smiling with Toni. Within the Serpents he had found his home. And it wasn’t Riverdale.

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noorakardemmomesaetre · 6 years

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Southside High

Chapter Six

Or read it on Ao3

Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Pairing: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones

Summary: Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost. -Kahlil Gibran

“-it was all the rain-“

“-and definitely the song-“

“-so many societal pressures-“

“So, it’s probably easiest if we just forget it ever happened,” Betty says quickly, biting her lip as she stares at Jughead from across her desk in the office of the Black and Gold on Wednesday afternoon.

His eyes darken as they flicker to the collar of her sweater and Betty quickly reaches up to smooth it down, ensuring it’s fully covering the deep purple fading mark he had left there.

The way he’s holding her gaze, flipping a pen anxiously between his fingers, a frown tugging at his lips, sparks a tiny hope in Betty that he’ll shake his head and say, “no, Betts, I can’t forget it ever happened. In fact, I’m in love with you. Run away with me?”

Okay, okay, so she’s a bit of a hopeless romantic.

“You know what I hate about falling in love?” Toni snaps as she bursts through the door, effectively tearing Jughead’s eyes away from Betty as she slams into her chair and kicks her feet up on the desk, “the other person part.”

Betty raises an eyebrow, sitting down and grabbing her notebook just as Jughead offers, “Trouble in para-“

“The whole situation is just so confusing!” Toni interrupts throwing her hands up in frustration before folding her arms across her chest, “It’s like one second she’s on top of me and the next she wants to pretend like the whole thing never even happened!”

Refusing to acknowledge the smirk that is now tugging on the corners of Jughead’s mouth, Betty opens her notes, hoping the distraction will stop the blush that is creeping onto her cheeks.

“Betty, maybe you could give me some insight here? You’re Cheryl’s best friend.”

“I wouldn’t ask Betty’s advice on this one, Topaz,” Jughead says, his smirk deepening when Betty whips her head around to glare at him, “she’s more like Cheryl than you think.”

“Am I missing somethin’ here, Jones?”

“You know what?” Betty says, her eyes narrowing at Jughead before she turns back to her notebook, “maybe if you had just called Cheryl over the weekend, or any time over the past five days, this whole situation wouldn’t be so ‘confusing.’”

“Uh, I did call Cheryl-“

“Or maybe Toni’s phone has been broken for the last three months and she hasn’t had the means to get herself a new one in order to call Cheryl,” Jughead says loudly from under his desk where he’s trying to pull out his satchel.

“Wow, what a valuable piece of information!” Betty snaps, raising her gaze to meet Jughead’s, the anger in her eyes challenging the fire in his, “if only Toni had told Cheryl that on Friday night, after she had written her number on Toni’s hand!”

“I’m sorry, what? I’ve had Cheryl’s number for a while-“

“Toni was probably a bit distracted,” Jughead cuts Toni off, leaning forward and folding his arms on the desk, “considering Cheryl had just climbed on top of her.”

“’Just climbed on top of her?’ That’s rich,” Betty says, a humorless laugh falling from her mouth as she tears her eyes away from his cocked eyebrow, “I’m pretty sure Toni’s exact words were ‘I need to be close to you...’”

“I definitely did not say that-“

Betty half expects him to blush at her use of the words he had uttered before they had fogged the windows, but he only smiles, tongue in his cheek.

“What a specific thing to remember about a night Cheryl said would be so easy to forget.”

“Actually, I don’t feel well,” Betty says suddenly, her cheeks ablaze again as she stands, gathering her things, “I’ll see you later, Toni.”

As the door swings shut behind her, Toni can’t fight the grin that plays on her face, biting down on a pen.

“Wow, Jones,” she says, shaking her head at her Serpent brother before playfully whispering, “I think you’re in more trouble than I am.”

Jughead moans in response, pulling his crown beanie over his face and burying it in his arms.

Betty Cooper had not heard from Jughead Jones since he had dropped her off in front of her house past her curfew on Friday night, walking her to the front door and kissing her softly before leaving.

Not a phone call, text message, email. Not even a goddamn carrier pigeon. Nothing.

Saturday had Betty’s excitement and nerves on edge, distracting herself with cleaning and other tedious tasks so as not to check her phone every five minutes.

Sunday had her less excited, but still hopeful as she waited for any word from him with bated breath. Weekends are busy for everyone, she had thought, shaking off her impending anxiety, he’s probably really busy.

Monday had Betty going over every moment from Friday night where she could’ve possibly messed this whole thing with Jughead up, her eyes searching every face in the hallway at school for that signature smirk and crown beanie.

Tuesday had Betty pissed.

Which brings us to the present, where Betty is currently throwing her laundry around her bedroom in an effort to find her running sneakers. She’s grateful Hal and Alice are working late tonight because she’s definitely not in the mood to explain her…mood.

Tossing on her sneakers and shoving her headphones in, she heads out for a jog to clear her mind, the first song from her “positive and uplifting” playlist filling her ears.

But she doesn’t get more than a block away before her mind drifts back to the events of Friday night.

“Tell me something,” she whispers, pulling away from his kiss to smile at him, needing to calm herself down a bit, “I feel like I don’t know anything about you.”

His thumbs are rubbing small, caring circles on her inner thighs sending a chill down Betty’s spine, goosebumps appearing on her skin. He tilts his head back and smiles gently, before sighing.

“I have a little sister named Jellybean,” he offers softly, searching her eyes for a reaction, “probably one of the only people that matters to me.”

“What about your parents?”

The pain that flashes across his eyes is brief, but Betty sees it. Her fingers massage the back of his neck affectionately and he places a soft kiss to her lips before continuing.

“My mom left with JB a few years ago, my dad runs the Serpents,” he shrugs as if the tragic story of his childhood is insignificant, but his fingers are gripping her thighs just a little bit tighter.

Betty presses a soft kiss against his forehead, wanting to express how much she cares without saying anything. He takes her mouth again, their lips meeting in a more slow and sensual embrace.

“That’s what you get when you let your heart win!” Paramore blasts through Betty’s headphones, her “positive and uplifting” playlist quickly forgotten when she realized this run was anything but.

She’s panting, her legs propelling her forward at a much faster pace than she normally jogs this route, the need to run away from the memories that cloud her mind almost unbearable.

“Now you tell me something I don’t know, Betts,” Jughead says against her neck, his teeth sinking into the skin and then soothing it with his tongue before he pulls back to look at her.

Her body is pressed flush against his now, his thumbs higher on her inner thighs than before, those soothing circles he’s rubbing driving her mad. But she blinks, collecting herself as she thinks of what to tell him.

“I love writing,” she whispers, “but honestly Jug, I love working on cars more.”

He seems surprised by this, a grin replacing his soft smile, “that’s pretty fucking cool.”

She giggles as he kisses her again and then pulls away, “don’t the Serpents have a pretty good shop in Southside?”

His eyes darken at her mention of the Serpents, and he bites his lip before sighing, “don’t worry about what the Serpents have, Betty. I don’t want you mixed up in that.”

Betty stops running, feeling as though she can’t breathe as she places her hand against a tree, gripping it for stability.

He had kissed her fiercely then and she’d been too distracted to continue the conversation, his tongue sliding against hers, her fingers wrapped tightly in his hair. She pulled herself up and settled back down against his suit-covered arousal, eliciting a soft growl from him as his fingers dug into her thighs.

“But you’re a Serpent, you don’t want me to be mixed up with you?”

He pulls away from her then, his breathing uneven as he takes in the sight of this beautiful girl from the Northside, a girl he’d never thought would even glance his way.

“It doesn’t scare you?” he murmurs, lifting his fingers up to brush back the hair that had fallen into her eyes, “what I am?”

She’d kissed him then, deeply and passionately, but had said nothing in response, still a little unsure about how his gang member lifestyle made her feel.

Betty feels the hot tears rolling down her cheeks and groans, looking up at the sky to blink them back as she catches her breath. It doesn’t take long for her to pull out her phone and dial the one person she knows will make her forget this.

“B! Where are you? Are you okay?”

“Hey V,” Betty sighs into her phone, “I need to call an SOS girls night this weekend.”

“Oooh, babe,” Veronica says, the sound of glasses being moved about echoing through the phone, “you’re just in luck! Cheryl called for one of those 10 minutes ago and Daddy’s taking Mom to the city for the weekend.”

Friday night cannot come fast enough for Betty and she soon finds herself in her comfiest pajamas laying on Veronica’s couch, a second glass of red wine gripped tightly in her hand. She checks her phone for any messages from her mother, but seeing no new messages she lets it rest forgotten, atop the blanket that engulfs her.

“Maybe I’m just scared,” Cheryl sighs, sipping her own glass of wine as Veronica and Kevin sit next to her, eagerly listening to her talk about her problems with Toni, “she’s perfect for me. But commitment? I can’t even commit to a nail salon.”

Veronica shares a look with Betty before Kevin claps his hands, shaking his head, “Cher, she is perfect for you! You just need to quit being a coward and fight for your woman! It’s not every day that someone drenches your locker in red rose petals.”

Cheryl stares down at her wine, swirling it around her glass before she sighs, “I do want to call her…I miss her…”

Veronica gives her a subtle push, “then do it!”

“Fine…”

She sets her glass down and stands, wobbling slightly before she grips her phone and heads to the balcony, her satin red robe flowing lightly behind her.

“Okay!” Veronica says, turning to face Kevin and Betty, “let’s play a game! We need to lighten the mood around here; this girls’ night is totally dismal.”

“Can we not call it a girls’ night? Hello?” Kevin says, motioning down his clearly male form.

Betty smiles, shaking her head at her friend, “sorry, Kev, you’ve been overruled.”

He rolls his eyes, grinning at a finally smiling Betty.

“Let’s play Marry, Fuck, Kill,” Veronica grins at them, sitting back on her knees and taking a long sip of her wine.

“Oooh yes!” Kevin laughs, looking excitedly at Veronica.

“Kev, you first! The three Chris’s: Hemsworth, Evans, and Pratt.”

Kevin pretends to think about it for a second as Betty bites her lip, already knowing who he’s going to marry. Betty takes another sip of her wine, feeling a warm coziness settling over her body. She’s barely given any thought to the brooding gang member of her past.

Kevin continues pretending this is such a hard choice while Betty winces. Her past. She didn’t want him to be a part of her past, but clearly he did.

Alright, so she’s thought about him.

“I’ve got it! Marry Evans because he’s a total sweetheart, Fuck Hemsworth because..that hammer,” he giggles, wiggling his eyebrows at Veronica who breaks into her own fit of laughter, “and…ah…I don’t want to kill Pratt! He’s just as hot and adorable!”

Veronica clucks her tongue, shaking her head disapprovingly, “you’ve got to do it! That’s the rules!”

Kevin sighs, “can’t I just kill him...by giving him that good dick?”

Betty and Veronica burst into laughter, Betty turning to hide her face in the couch pillow without spilling her wine.

“Ohmygosh, fine Kevin!” Veronica finally says, catching her breath “Betty’s turn! Cole Sprouse, Miles Teller, and Donald Glover.”

The red wine coursing through her veins gives her the confidence to say, “too easy, V! Marry Sprouse, Fuck Glover, and kill Teller. Although, that would be sad.”

Kevin and Veronica giggle and nod in agreement as they hear Cheryl’s light laughter flowing from the balcony, the signal of a phone call with Toni going well.

“Okay, V! It’s on you now,” Betty says as her and Kevin share a look, trying to speak telepathically about which males they want to offer her for the game.

She almost misses the vibration from her phone, her eyes tearing from Kevin to glance irritably at the Unknown Number. She puts her phone back down, nodding excitedly as Kevin mouths, “Denzel Washington.”

“B? Aren’t you going to answer that?” Veronica says, leaning forward and motioning to Betty’s buzzing phone.

“I don’t recognize the number, it’s probably a telemarketer,” she says, taking another sip of her wine before shaking her head at Kevin’s suggested “Michael Cera.”

“What? Answer it Betty, it’s almost midnight, it could be an emergency!”

Betty rolls her eyes before begrudgingly sliding the phone to accept the call, “hi, this is Betty.”

“Hey Betts,” a familiar, tired voice pours through the phone, “it’s Jughead.”

hi lovelies, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! As always, hearing your thoughts makes me so happy so leave them if you'd like! ❤

I'm thinking we'll get a bit of Jughead's point of view next chapter...

#bughead fanfiction #bughead #southside high #southside serpent jughead #betty cooper x jughead jones #chapter six

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southsidelover · 6 years

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stars for our headcanons meme + @cockrch

Trimming for length over here!

CHILDHOOD DEFENCE SQUAD -They met when they were three, or four, remembering how it was raining that day and Sweet Pea had brought him over to play. That their shoes had mud and Toni had been laughing at first, but they played Super Nintendo in front of the shit television within the living room of her first house. The one right on the same block as his, the one with the tall walls and her height eating up at the corners, marked in pencil denotations. They’d eat cereal out of bowls that they kept pouring too much milk, too much cereal into, in alternating amounts, until by the end of it, they were high on sugar and could barely play, three monsters that shrieked whenever thunder and lighting, bolted down too close. She asked him to be her best friend that day, and her wild-eyed boy agreed.At seven, she felt like a bad bitch; that was what her mother liked to call herself, and she had the kind of friends that made her feel all the tougher for it, and when life ran by playground rules, who was she to be knocked over? It was always Topaz and Murphy, paired ruffians with a hunger in their eyes that reflected back their feral nature, always playing together, rough housing as if it’d cover up the nature of home, of what was, and wasn’t there. Together, they were unbeatable, right? The terrible twos, together, even if they’d long outgrown their playdates and sandboxes, more attuned to learning how to climb fences and sneaking out at night to see if they could catch a movie at the Twilight drive in, as if they belonged. When they’re twelve, they started to see the cracks, the fucked up reality that they were living. Learning to roll jays from the older members of the Serpents, knowing themselves and promising that when they could, they’d join together. Smoking and coughing and looking like fools, the room spun and felt like heaven and he was there, her Icarus. He liked to quote books and make her feel less crazy when she spoke about photography. He let her cry on him when her parents were arrested, watched her self-destruct, throughout the trial. Kept her in bounds, in safer places, while she tried to tear down the world the way it was being torn down inside of her.They were fourteen when they finally joined, though his was bloody, and hers was… well. It was more, but the same that he’d ever seen of her, the same her that jumped into the river in the summer, same amount of clothes, but for some reason, she could tell. He saw her different, an embarrassment clinging to that fact that she couldn’t shake even if she wanted. He handed her a jacket, and she punched him in the face - and when he earned his other brass-fisted beating, she was there at the end, waiting, ready. Just another step in their story of growing up.GRADUATION -The statistics were piled up against them; a sign that they weren’t meant for greatness, knowing that they should have listened to their own weakness, and realized that the greater world out there wasn’t meant for hooligans like them. But still they reached with faltering hands, feeling herself halfway slip, her breathing unsteady as she felt her own breath radiate within her lungs, nervous, sweaty palms slipping against his own. Because today, they’d graduate. And after this, they’d have to face their own realities, for what was waiting out there for them. Rehashing the decisions that they’d made midway through the year, setting up their next September well in advance as her head to look at him, her name being called out. A stupid smile blooming on her face before she could fight it, squeezing a little tighter as she stood and moved up.Diploma accepted, and her hat tossed, even if the stupid thing had cost her $25. And that night they sat in his car, still in their graduation gowns, smoking cigarettes on the roof of it as they parked by the river bank. Close to the encampment, but far enough for the illusion of privacy, the excitement fading, the question mark of their future left to grow between them, a yawning gulf of the things that she hadn’t yet asked of him. Already knowing her trajectory, with NYU waiting, and hours between them to stretch, looking his way, tongue darting between the dry, cracked surface of her lips. A puff of her daydream streaming from them as she kissed him slow, forehead left to press against his own.“Come with me.” because he hadn’t asked, his pride peaking through with a viciousness. But she didn’t want to be the one, only now realizing that the spark in this darkness between them didn’t have to end. Wanting him for longer than their last drag, inhaling sharply. “… we’ll come back when I’m done. But I don’t want to do this without you. Please, John, I– Just. I want to do this. But what the fuck is it for if you’re not with me too? Come with me.” there was no plan, no rationalizing this, just a want, a need, that burned within her guts, hoping and praying that he’d put that trust in her the way that she had in him.Teeth catching at her bottom lip when looking to him, with a crooked little smile, “We can make this our own.” because there was no more her without him, and that, she felt she could blame on him.COUNTING SCARS -“Where’s this one from?” it was late, and she was tired, but there was a fascination lit up within her. Fingers left to trace his ribs, careful, careful, she almost rarely tried to touch when she had a patient on the table. Especially one as unruly as Murphy, the kind of wild boy that she knew was born for the Sky Box. Some people just were, not that they could help themselves; there was something about living in the Ark that was bound to leave a few of them ready to pop, the conditions for an uprising there, but the dissidents like him taken out early. But now that they were here upon the ground, did any of that matter? She hadn’t expected to find him again, not after he’d been chased off from the camp but…Here he was, again, but not all in the same piece in which he’d left. And given Clarke’s own pressing matters at hand, Toni was as good as it got when it came to medical assistance, eyes narrowed as she leaned in to help, clean up all the shattered and broken pieces within him. Broken ribs. Cuts. Knicks. But what got her were the old scars, the kind that she hadn’t seen on him before. Not that she was looking before (she was, she was mad about the miss), curiosity getting the best of her when noticing them all, catching that scowl upon his lips and knowing… he just wasn’t that into opening up, a coolness sliding into place, another stitch, carefully threaded through.Maybe a pinch too, for good measure. “How about this. You tell me about each one of yours… I tell you about some of mine.” in Confinement, she’d been one of the lifers, the ones that people rarely messed with; nobody spoke freely of their crimes, and if it was a crime serious enough to have you locked in at the age of 12, more often than not, stories went on, buzzing. Tongue left tracing, her lips curving into a grin, vicious beneath her softened stare. “Show me yours, I’ll show you mine.” the pain, perhaps, and easier wave to ride then the compassion she knew he distrusted down here. Better to be real and in the language he spoke, that violence that seemingly permeated everything.

#( ask ) &&. one for the road #( replies ) &&. sky is tumbling #( john murphy ) &&. put my hands on you #ragingicarus

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