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gracelessfighters · 4 years

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Dragonfly - Chapter 4

JJ Maybank x female!reader series

Summary: Y/N is invited to her first kegger, where she has lots of fun but there’s a fight which turns her night upside down (a shit summary i’m sorry)

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: swearing, fighting - hasn’t been proofread so most likely bad grammar

A/N: I enjoyed writing a lot of this chapter, and I canny look forward to the next one which is going to be very angsty hopefully

Chapters 1 - 2 - 3 -

You had fallen into a routine these last few days, getting up, going to work and then coming back home to have a meal with your dad before going surfing at night. Not that you minded too much, routines had always helped you cope with stuff, originally when your mum died all you wanted to do was carry on your days as if nothing had happened but your dad always thought this wasn’t coping - more just ignoring the issue.

This routine wasn’t like that, it was just the routine of a new life, which you were beginning to enjoy, in the Outer Banks. You had seen Kie most days at work, chatting whenever there were less people to serve in the restaurant, but you hadn’t seen the boys since the boat trip - even though they pretty much told you you were now part of their group, you couldn’t help but think they were avoiding you, especially as Kiara had said they normally come into the Wreck when they’re hungry, which they are most of the time. Any time these thoughts came into your head you quickly pushed them out, you had enjoyed being with them and you really didn’t want to try and push them away or make assumptions before there was any evidence - something you had done lots growing up, always thinking you were hated when you weren’t, and ruining friendships because of this. A new life meant you had to stop making old mistakes, especially ones like those.

The Wreck was emptier today than you’d seen it since you began working there, only a few groups of people had come into the restaurant for food, most people probably staying in the sun for as long as possible as the weather was amazing today, not a cloud in sight, just the hot sun. Not that you could really enjoy it when you were working, but your shift finished soon so you’d be able to do something then.

You were cleaning up a table of a couple that had just left when you heard your name being called out from the door.

“Y/N!” John B shouted, Kie behind him trying to tell him to shut up.

You waved at him, and began to head to a table, Kie, JJ and Pope all following closely behind him.

“Hey, how are you guys?” You asked

There was a chorus of “great’s” before Kie got up, saying she was going to search for some food as the guys were hungry

“What are you doing tonight?” JJ asked once Kie had left.

“Surfing probably, why?”

“We’re having a kegger at the beach later and we want you to come.” John B answered

“Yeah it’ll be your first time drinking properly with us and probably the first time since you moved here as well - so you basically can’t refuse.” JJ smiled at you, waiting for your answer.

“Okay, yeah I’d love to.”

All three boys whooped at this, and as Kiara came back to the table, she asked, “I’m guessing you’re coming then?”

“I am indeed, been a while since I’ve gone to a party though, I feel like I could be out of practice.” You laughed

“Bullshit, we all saw you drink on the boat the other day and I’m sure you’ll somehow show us all up again tonight.” Pope responded, the others just nodding their agreement.

“Good point - when abouts should I get there?”

“We usually set up around 9 so probably then, this means there’s some time before everyone else gets there just us.” John B said, oblivious to Kie muttering under her breath, “Yeah and then you guys will get into a fight like always.”

This comment set you on edge a little, you had never been a huge fan of violence, if need be you could protect yourself but it was seeing people you care about being hurt which upset you, and the way Kie made it sound, that could be a possibility.

“Okay I have to finish clearing up then I need to go home, so I’ll see you guys later.” You said, smiling at them as they all said bye.

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You looked around your room, there were clothes everywhere from you changing your mind on outfits to wear tonight about 100 times, you didn’t know whether to keep it casual like during the day or put a little more effort in, both options needing you to decide on how much cleavage you wanted to show. Getting ready was always so stressful.

You collapsed onto your bed in defeat, still not sure what to wear before you heard your phone ringing, looking at it you saw Kiara’s name on the screen so you quickly answered it.

“Hey”

“Hi,” her voice came from the phone, “you alright?”

“Great other than the fact I don’t know what to wear, please help me.”

She laughed, “I felt like this could be something you’d have an issue with - my advice is shorts and a nice top, it’s my go to every time and it never fails.”

“Okay that’s narrowed it down slightly and I think I have an idea now, so you’re officially a life saver Kie.”

“I know,” she joked, “shit - my mum’s calling me so I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Okay bye” you said, ending the call as you stood up, ready to go through your clothes again, now knowing what you were looking for.

It didn’t take you long to find the outfit you were gonna wear, an off the shoulder black crop top and some black denim shorts - the whole outfit making your figure look great, filling you with confidence. You quickly put on some mascara and eyeshadow, then made your way downstairs to say goodbye to your dad for the night, only to find out he’d already crashed out on the couch.

Instead of waking him up, you just decided to leave him a note saying you’d be back later, grabbing some vodka from the kitchen you started making your way down to the beach to meet up with your friends.

They were sat round a fire when you arrived, JJ smoking a joint and the other three all focused on the conversation they were having. They didn’t notice you until you sat down next to JJ, quickly stealing the blunt from his hand and taking a hit before giving it back to him, a shocked and offended look on his face as he muttered, “the audacity.”

“You love me really,” you say nudging him, a smirk on your face that you knew annoyed him, he just shoved you off the log you were both sitting on, “you’re wrong there Y/N.”

You pouted at him as you climbed back onto the log, turning to look at the others, who had witnessed that interaction, Kie now having a smug look on her face, knowing she’d been right about there kind of being something between you guys.

You decided to ignore this, and instead began talking to Pope about what he wanted to do at college. Forensic pathology was the thing he was passionate about, you wish you had the same idea of where you wanted your life to go, but you still didn’t know, and at this point you just wanted to enjoy life for a little while so that’s what you were going to do.

The easy conversations lasted a little bit longer, then as more people began arriving at the beach, John B and Pope went off to man the keg and JJ had gone off to, in his words, “find his fun for the night.” You and Kiara had both made a disgusted noise at this, before deciding you’d rather drink some vodka and then go and dance together. So that what you did.

You didn’t know how much you’d had to drink by the time Kie had dragged you into where other people were dancing, shouting how she loved the songs that were playing tonight, but you were starting to feel the alcohol going to your head. This, of course, only made you enjoy all this more, being so relaxed and happy with others was not something you felt often, and you were going to love every second of it.

You turned to Kie, “Hey, I’m going to go and get some beer, do you want anything?”

She shook her head, then turned back to the group of touron girls who had joined your dancing as you began heading over to where John B and Pope were.

They spotted you and waved as you made your way closer, already holding a cup out to you, you sped up for the last little distance to reach them, taking the cup and saying your thanks.

“How’s your first kegger going then?” John B asked.

“I’m really loving it, I’ve had lots of drink obviously but the whole atmosphere is great, like there only seem to be good vibes, not sure what Kie meant by there being lots of fights usually if it’s like this.”

“Well I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, but I hate to break it to you, there’s still a good chance of there being a fight, the kooks almost always start something, or at least act like dicks, which then starts the fight.” Pope said, patting you on the shoulder as he ‘broke the news’ to you.

“Oh great,” you sighed, “but at least I can handle myself and if you guys need it, I can always help you.”

John B laughed, “You in a fight would be something I’d pay to see to be honest, but please be careful and try not to get into a fight, I mean you’ve only known us a week, that’d be like the biggest sign that we’re bad influences and we don’t need that.”

You smiled at him, “I’ll try my best.”

“Good, that means there’s only JJ to worry about now.”

“Does he get into a lot of fights then?”

“All. the. time,” Pope said, taking a sip from his cup before continuing, “but in fairness, it’s usually to stick up for once of us which makes it slightly better, even if he’s still a pain in the ass.”

You chuckled, “I’ll keep a look out as well then, stop him before he does something stupid.”

It was silent for a few seconds, you all drinking and lost in thoughts, and just as you were going to return to Kie, John B said, “Hey, Y/N, I’m glad you’re in our group now, you make it better.”

You couldn’t contain your joy when he said this, so with a very wide smile you pulled both him and Pope into a tight hug, saying, “Thank you, it’s because I’m amazing.”

They both were still laughing as you made your way back over to where you last saw Kie, but when you got there, she had since disappeared. You sighed, wondering where she’d gone and when you turned back round, you were blocked by a muscular guy, who when you saw his face, you knew was Rafe from the restaurant the other day.

“Where you going pogue?” He sneered

“What’s it to you?”

“Just wondering, anyway I came over to tell you that you look good, and I could put aside the rivalry for tonight if you wanted to have some fun.”

You scoffed, “only if by fun you mean me hitting you with a golf club, but if not I don’t have much interest.”

He moved forward, grabbing you forearm in a tight grip, “You can’t talk to me like that you little bitch, you have no idea what I’m capable of.”

“Take your hand off me.” You say, ignoring his threat.

“You heard her man, get off her.” You turned around, seeing JJ now behind you, already looking like he was prepared to fight, he looked at you in question to see if you were alright, you just nodded before looking back to Rafe.

In response, Rafe’s grip just tightened, you winced slightly, knowing this would be leaving a bruise on your arm.

Without thinking, you lifted your other hand up, and punched him straight in the face. In shock he let go of you, stumbling back holding his nose and swearing.

He looked up to you, blood running from his nose, “you’re gonna pay for that you bitch.”

As Rafe moved forward, JJ pushed you behind him, ready to take the brunt of Rafe’s anger. Before you could even try and argue for JJ to not get involved, both him and Rafe were on the ground, JJ currently on top of Rafe and punching him in the face repeatedly.

This commotion attracted the attention of everyone else on the beach, you saw John B, Pope and Kie all running over trying to see what was going on and how they could help.

Just as you shouted for JJ to stop, obvious Rafe had had enough of a beating, Rafe’s other goons appeared out of nowhere, pulling JJ off Rafe and whilst one held him in a headlock, the other kicked him in the stomach, causing JJ to bend over in pain.

“NO! GET OFF OF HIM.” You shouted, Kie had a hold on your arms so you couldn’t move forward and get involved.

Pope and John B had now moved in on the fight, John B getting in front of the one who was kicking JJ, pushing him away, and Pope punched the other one, making him release the hold he had on JJ.

They retreated, hands in the air in defence, knowing they were outnumbered, and they had seen that Rafe was still on the floor, maybe even unconscious, you thought, a little happy at that outcome. All of that happiness vanished when you saw JJ, keeled over in the sand, grabbing his side in pain.

Both you and Kie quickly ran over to him, you knelt in front of him, his head moving to look at you, “Holy shit JJ are you alright?”

“I’ve had worse.” You scrunched your eyebrows, slightly confused how this wasn’t a big deal to him, or how anything could be worse, I mean he was covered in blood and was clearly going to have lots of bruises- but before you could say anything he looked up at you again, “how’s your hand?”

“Throbbing slightly but literally nothing to worry about, especially when you look like this.”

John B and Pope lifted JJ up by his arms, “Let’s get you cleaned up man.”

Kie reached her hand out to you, helping you up so you could follow the boys, who were now trying to convince JJ to let them help.

You couldn’t help but slow down, it was your fault he had been hurt like that, you should’ve kept your anger in check, then maybe Rafe would’ve gone away without any issues. Kie nudged your shoulder, “I know what you’re thinking, and this isn’t your fault - Rafe could’ve done something bad to you so its good you stuck up for yourself and JJ was there to help you out.”

When you didn’t answer, she grabbed your hand and squeezed it, “Trust me, this isn’t your fault.”

You nodded, not saying anything as you removed your hand from hers and tried to catch up with the boys who were now arguing who’s house was closer to clean him up.

“I can take him to mine,” they turned to look at you, a bit shocked at your offer, but understood why you wanted to help him when they saw the guilt on your face.

“Are you sure?” Pope asked

“Yes, I might as well clean him up as it was my fault he got into the fight, and I need to ice my hand anyway, so you guys can stay here for a bit longer if you want.”

“Okay, can you carry him on your own?” John B said, interrupting Kie who was ready to say it wasn’t your fault again.

“I can walk on my own man,” JJ muttered at John B as you went to put your arm around his waist, allowing him to put his over your shoulder, and supporting his weight.

“Okay then, we’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“I’m sorry I ruined the night,” you said, looking down at the floor in shame.

JJ squeezed your shoulder as the other three moved towards you and engulfed both you and JJ into a hug, Kie reassuring you that you hadn’t ruined anything, except maybe Rafe’s nose - this earned a laugh from everyone, you included, and when you stepped back, there was a small smile on your face again.

The walk back to yours was slow going, JJ struggling to stay upright and you having to support more of his weight, there was a silence between you, neither of you really knowing what to say to one another, but you used the time to try and sort out the thoughts rushing through your head.

Once back at yours, you unlocked the door, checking the sofa, which your dad had now left, obviously to go and sleep in his bed where it’s more comfy, and leading JJ to the bathroom nearest your room.

You patted the counter, indicating for him to sit on it, which he did whilst letting out a small grunt of pain. Quickly searching through the cabinet, you found some bandages and some saline solution, which you put on the counter before running to the kitchen to get some ice for his hand.

He had zoned out in thought by the time you got back, only coming back to the present when you were standing in front of him, tapping his shoulder.

“Is it alright if I step in between your legs? it's easier to reach the cuts.” You asked

“You can stand between my legs whenever you want Y/N,” he joked, as he opened them for you to step between, you still weren’t sure how he can keep acting like his normal self when he was obviously in a lot of pain.

You stopped thinking and just started cleaning out all of his wounds with the saline solution, feeling awful whenever he winced underneath your touch, but this needed to be done to lessen the pain tomorrow and to make sure no cuts git infected. You had fallen into a concentrated silence, making sure you were hurting him as little as possible, not even noticing how intensely he was looking at you, entranced with how your eyebrows scrunched together in concentration and how you bit your lip, wincing whenever he did.

You were almost done when he spoke up, “thank you for doing this by the way.”

You looked up at him, making eye contact with his intense blue eyes, “I don’t like seeing you hurt, especially when you got into that fight because of me.”

Looking back down at the area on his stomach you were trying to clean, you noticed that there were a lot more bruises and marks than just from tonight, you were going to say something but if it was something he wanted to talk about he’d tell you when he was ready, so you just stepped away from him, washing your hands in the sink.

Only now you were washing your hands did you realise how red the one you had punched Rafe with had become, and that there was now already a bruise from where he grabbed you. JJ had noticed you pause, and looked to where your eyes were focused - he couldn’t stop way his stomach lurched at the idea you were in pain, he was used to it and even though he hadn’t known you for long, he didn’t want you ever to be in pain again.

He grabbed your hands, the water from the tap flowing over both your hands, “That fight wasn’t your fault, it was Rafe’s, and I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner.”

You turned to look at him, a tear escaping you eye, which he quickly wiped away with his thumb, “well if it’s not my fault, then you’re not allowed to be sorry either, deal?”

He let out a small laugh, ��Okay that works for me,” he went to open the bathroom door, “anyway I should probably get going, don’t want your dad seeing me.”

You grabbed his arm before he could move any further, “Nope.”

“What?”

“I don’t want you walking on your own when you’re in this state, so you’re going to stay here, you can share my bed with me, obviously without any funny business though.”

His mouth had gaped into an ‘O’ in shock, “Are you sure?”

“100%, and then we can make our way together to see the others tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay then.” You led him to your bedroom, throwing him a pair of your dad’s old joggers for him to get dressed into, turning away from him as you changed into a large shirt and shorts, before getting into bed next to where he had already settled.

You could feel his eyes on you, so you moved onto your side so you were facing him, before smiling at him, “Night JJ.”

He smiled back, “Night Y/N” and you both drifted off into sleep.

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angelicspaceprince · 5 years

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SFW Alphabet - Good Omens Crowley x Reader

A/N: So here are my SFW Crowley x Reader Alphabet headcanons! I'll repost it with the tags because I gotta do this bit through HTML and apparently tags don't like that. The Aziraphale ones will be coming shortly. Anyway, enjoy!

Headcanons

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Crowley is affectionate in his own unique way. He’s definitely more on the Act of Service or Physical Affection side of things. In public? PDA all the way, whether its holding hands, arm wrapped around your shoulder, small kisses wherever he knows he can get away with. You aren’t sure if he likes touching you or just wants the world to know that you are his and he is yours or a combination of the two, but its always a constant. As for the acts of service, well, they are often meant well and are thought out, but they don’t always work out the way he wants. You appreciate it either way.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) He’d be a protective friend, I feel. He doesn’t have very many (read: one) people he’d consider friends and none of which are human. He’d be protective of you because, in his eyes, you are fragile, and he doesn’t want to lose you. He’d just like spending time with you doing what interests you, as long as you go drinking afterwards. Most likely met him when you were both out on the town, he would have been drinking and/or tempting and you showed him kindness and snark in a weird mix that he’s never experienced before. It confused him and wanted to know how it worked which eventually lead to your friendship.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Let me be clear, he will never, ever ask for cuddles. You’ve gotta read the room to see if he’s in the mood. First thing in the morning, cuddles are a must, its not even a question. Normally you’d wake up with him pressed up against you, his arms locked tightly around you regardless of what position you end up in. If he just needs affection, he has two ways of getting your attention. Laying next to you as you are fiddling on your laptop or reading a book and slowly but surely, pushing his head into your lap and slowly he turns his body so his back is against your chest and his legs are tangled with yours, making sure to position himself in such a way that you have to throw away whatever you are doing and focus on just cuddling him. Alternatively, he goes into his snake form and slowly slither up until he can coil in the warmth of your lap as you absentmindedly stroke his scales as he naps.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) I don’t think you guys ever really have a talk about settling down or moving in, it just…happens? You end up staying over at his place more and more until you realise that you are paying rent for somewhere you haven’t been to in over a month and just decide to move the few things you had left in and break your lease. Crowley either doesn’t mention it or doesn’t notice. You do most of the cooking because Crowley’s version of cooking is pouring wine into a glass. Cleaning tends to be more of a joint job because Crowley likes a clean and spacious environment, so he doesn’t feel claustrophobia like he does in Hell.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) I have a feeling if it was a short term thing he’d just ghost you and if you ran into him he’d just say something like ‘oh things got busy and yeah I don’t think this is working’ in a kinda jerk way but kinda not? Just blunt because he can’t deal with tears and stuff. If it was long term, something pretty drastic would have to come by in order for him to want to end things (and it’d most likely be for your protection, or if you did something like cheat etc.) but he’d go about it by trying to make you hate him, so you break it off. Chances are, it’d end with a lot of shouting and an argument that was one for the ages.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) With Crowley, marriage really isn’t high on his list, he’d rather spend time with you and enjoy life without having to put it to paper. In his mind, its pointless. He doesn’t need a ceremony to show the world he loves you. If you wanted a wedding though, he’d be down and would participate equally in the prep. The ball would be in your court for how long the engagement goes for, however.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Crowley knows how to read a room. He can tell when all you need is a hug and some kind words. Its not often he will generally be just gentle with you, he just tends to be Crowley. But when it’s needed, he can be.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) He isn’t a massive hugger, he tends to prefer cuddles. You usually have to initiate them and although they are usually brief, they are always warm, tight and full of love for you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) I don’t think he would say the l word that often, it’s just implied through his actions and how devoted he is to you. If he does say it, its in response to you telling him or in retaliation to him or you doing something dangerously stupid (‘You know I love you right?’ ‘What did you do this time?’). On the occasion that it slips out, it’s almost nonchalant, like he doesn’t realise he’s said it. Usually this is when he’s saying bye on the phone, or if he’s in a half-awake state and he’s feeling particularly affectionate.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) It doesn’t take a lot to make him jealous, but it takes a bit to make him act on it. He knows you weren’t going to cheat in anyway, but if there is a guy or gal who won’t let up? He will sashay his way over and make it clear that you are taken, usually with an overly passionate kiss or a bite to the neck that ends with his arms around your waist as he leans in against you, glaring at the creep until they get the point.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) When it’s on the mouth - passionate, it’s very rare that you will get a chaste kiss. Always heated, always having some tongue involvement. Anywhere else, it depends on where you are? In public he may just rest his lips against your neck or press a gentle kiss to the inner part of your wrist, or he may just go full on necking if the mood hits him right. It doesn’t really matter where he kisses you, he just loves the action and the meaning behind it. The only time you get annoyed is when you’re in public and he wants a full make out sesh or the few times that he’s lightly bitten you when you weren’t paying enough attention to him.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) He is good with children because children love his honesty and overall aesthetic. I don’t think he’d want a child but if you accidently fell pregnant or adopted a family member’s kid, I think he’d be a very loving and devoted father, he just fears becoming one.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Lazy mornings are the norm. If you have work and try to get out of bed, you better be quick because he will pull you in for ‘5 more minutes’ of snuggling. When you eventually get him to either let you go or get out of bed, he is still very touchy-feely and just wants to be with you. If he needs to rush somewhere, its almost comical to see him try to get into his jeans and run out the door in a hurry. On those rare days where neither of you have somewhere to go, you just lay in bed in each other’s company, talking, making out, only getting out of bed to make a cup of tea then come straight back to bed.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Sometimes you go to Aziraphale’s and have a drink or two, sometimes you stay at home and have a drink or two. To be honest, most of your nights either end up with alcohol, sex or listening to Queen quietly as you both rant about your days or just share things between you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) To begin with? It felt like you were sharing everything and Crowley either wasn’t interested or couldn’t be open with you. Over time, you began to realise that Crowley is usually a very guarded individual, Hell will do that to you. But, as he slowly began to grow more comfortable, he slowly started letting his walls fall and things began to slip. About how and why he Fell, his life before you, what Hell is really like, what he really wanted for humanity, how frustrating he finds Aziraphale’s complete devotion to Heaven but understands it because he was once the same. He finds it easier to talk to you when he’s not facing you, when he’s leaning up against you and you are just spending that time listening and tracing patterns. The true moment you realised he was opening up to you was when you realised he stopped wearing his sunglasses around you when you were home. Crowley is very much an actions speak louder than words type of guy, and when you realised he wasn’t wearing them you knew he fully trusted you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Not very. Don’t get me wrong, he won’t get upset if you forget certain things or if you’ve had a bad day and haven’t been able to be your usual self. But if something is taking too long or if something is bothering him, you’ll soon find out. The only exception is he’s patient with you. If your mental health is playing up? He’s by your side until you can pick yourself back up again. Had a hard day? He will order take out and spend his time listening to you and comforting you through your tears. You keep repeating the same story until you can fully process what’s going on and will accept and take on advice from your friendly neighbourhood demon? I mean, I’m not saying he won’t be frustrated but he’s not gonna curse you out for it.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Crowley will act like he can’t remember thing but in actuality, everything you’ve ever said or mentioned to him he’s remembered and will remember. Will remember birthdays, anniversaries, who you like, who’s giving you bother, what you felt about the dinner you had at that American Bistro in Brighton on the 3rd of October, 2018. He is a demon after all and he knows his time with you is short – so he wants to remember every detail he can about your time together.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) When you decked Gabriel. There are a lot of moments that the both of you shared that are beautiful – most of them quiet and intimate – but there was no doubt that the apocodidnthappen caused a lot of stress on you over the 11 years that you spent trying to stop it and when it finally came to a head and Gabriel and Beelzebub came to Earth to see what stopped their beloved war? It hit the nail on the head for you. Gabriel wasn’t expecting it and Crowley couldn’t have been prouder as you decked the Archangel for ‘all the shit you’ve done to Aziraphale, you sick fuck’.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Incredibly protective. A lot of demonic miracles to make your life go smoother – you were worth the paper work – and touching when in public. Texting when you were apart to make sure you were ok and once even insisted that Aziraphale came in and checked on you when he had to go to Hell and you were sick, home with the flu. Would die and Fall all over again for you and even though it can be frustrating, it’s kind of flattering.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Would definitely put a lot of thought into gifts and anniversaries but dates tend to be pretty relaxed, which suits the both of you perfectly. He, however, wouldn’t buy you something or get you something without knowing 100% that you’d like it. Birthday gifts and anniversaries are often well thought and planned out, and always run perfectly.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) You don’t particularly like it when he shouts at his plants at 3 in the morning because he can’t sleep. You find that, if anything, extremely irritating. The fact that he won’t accept compliments drives you insane, the one time you called something he did ‘kind’, he yelled at you and didn’t speak to you for a week. It was a very awkward week. If there was one thing you could change, it’d definitely be that.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Very.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) I think he’d feel the separation when you weren’t near. He isn’t one to think he needs you to ‘complete’ him per se but definitely feels an ache when you aren’t near him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) When he was evil Mary Poppins, he secretly wanted you to join him and Aziraphale in ‘bringing up the anti-christ right’ plan. You eventually agreed because 11 years apart in such a way was just not an option at that point. You’d only been officially together for three months, but you couldn’t bare the thought of breaking up with him. So, off you went. Aziraphale mentioned to Crowley about the love he felt which made Crowley react in his very Crowley way. Aziraphale, as a result, knew that the two of you were deeply in love with each other before the two of you had acknowledged it to yourself or indeed each other. Aziraphale then spent the next however many years trying to trip either of you up to admit it to each other.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) He also probably wouldn’t like it if their partner just ‘followed the crowd’ or didn’t stick up for themselves or others when things were unfair or discriminatory. Also couldn’t stand it if you were rude to Aziraphale, that’s a nope goodbye and also here have a year’s worth of bad luck!

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) Crowley loves to sleep. He once slept for a century and you didn’t blame him, to be honest. He tends to want to hold something while he sleeps and that ‘something’ generally ends up being you. He also snores but softly. He has a tendency to have nightmares, hence the holding onto something, but if you’re near he claims they tend to settle. Definitely a multi alarm kinda guy. He also slept for a month when you first started seeing each other, didn’t realise, texted you and got confused as to why you were acting short with him. Since then, he makes sure not to go into mini comas.

#good omens #good omens headcanons #crowley x reader #crowley x reader good omens #anthony j crowley x reader #anthony j crowley #anthony janthony crowley #sfw alphabet #crowley sfw alphabet #sfw alphabet good omens #ama writes #is fluff #i may or may not have included a few things that are purely self indulgent #like decking gabriel

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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x1 Have you ever trespassed? No. The empty private lots here in the Philippines have very vocal threats for trespassers, so it’s just been kind of ingrained in my head that trespassing is a very very very bad thing that can lead to ugly consequences. x2 Would you care if your friends were into alcohol or drugs? Back when I hated the idea of drinking, I did judge them but this was only because my only knowledge it was from what I saw from my family. I don’t care if they drink now. I imagine still having an issue with friends who ended up using drugs, though. x3 What if it was your parents that were drinking|drugging excessively? I’d probably go see a therapist at that point. I don’t need Round 2 of Robyn’s Family Trauma. x4 Do you tell your parents where you are going? I have to. They find out everything; it’s pointless to lie. The biggest lie I can ever give them is telling them a different mall from where I actually am, but that’s only because I live in a super small metro and malls are several kilometers away from each other. x5 What is the first site you check when you get online, generally? Twitter or Facebook.

x6 How much time have you spent online today? Less than an hour. I just woke up awhile ago. x7 How can someone else make you feel bad? Insensitive jokes that are meant to be lighthearted and funny. x8 What makes you feel good? Reassurance. x9 Can you give a good back massage? Nope. x1o Do you enjoy getting massages? I’ve never had one. I don’t think I’d enjoy it, given how ticklish I am. x11 Did you ever mix up the words "message" & "massage"? I don’t. x12 Are there any other words you get mixed up? I don’t think so, no. I get names mixed up more often. x13 Are you good at creative writing assignments? Depends on what I have to write about, but generally, I’m not good with anything dubbed ‘creative.’ x14 Or would you rather just do an informative essay? YES please. x15 What does "freedom" mean to you? Not having to feel guilty about doing or being anything you want to do or be. Of course, blatantly criminal stuff like murdering don’t apply here, but you get what I mean. x16 If you could design a government to rule society, what traits would it have? Uncorrupt, obviously. I’ve never experienced being under a government where the officials are actually honest about their money and the money they use for work. x17 Do you agree with the notion that all people were created equal? Way way way way way back in the beginning? Yes. But people like slapping labels and superiority onto themselves and thinking that other societies needed to be ‘saved’ and that’s how inequality started. x18 Do you think women should hold open doors for men, too? I think PEOPLE should open doors for PEOPLE, damn. I never saw it as a gender thing. x19 Would you want a sensitive man? Why or why not? I don’t want a man. x2o Are you more attracted to the badasses, or the goody-goody types? Goody-goody. Badasses get in trouble and I don’t really like getting in trouble lmao x21 What class has given you the most trouble this year? Basic macroeconomics, and fucking fact-checking. This semester, it’s my newspaper layout class. x22 Do you raise your hand or participate in class? Very seldom. I’m not a big reciter, and I shine brighter when I do essays, take exams, or present a Powerpoint. I wish some teachers and profs understood that. x23 What is something BIG you want to do with your life? Travel. x24 Would you ever spend the night in a treehouse? If it wasn’t going to be itchy the whole night, yes. x25 What do you think of people who own wild animals? Uh, I hope they make sure what they’re doing is legal, I guess. x26 Make up a 'quote' based on your morals and beliefs? Meh. x27 If a book was written about your life, what would be in the summary? It’d be a book about a girl who tried to end her life at 12, ended up sticking around and having a semi-good, semi-bad time for the rest of her life. No regrets, but she’s still not completely satisfied. x28 Are you good at explaining things, in general? I hope I am. I don’t actually know. x29 If your friend had a drug-problem would you abandon them? If they pushed people away and if they were starting to affect me mentally, yes. x3o Has a friendship ever ended over similar reasons? Nope. x31 If your house burned down, where would you have to go? We could go back to my grandma’s house in the next village. I lived there until I was 10 and visit often, so it still feels like home to me. x32 Do you like visiting the mall? Why or why not? I love malls...partly because it’s the only kind of public space our government is committed to supporting, which is kind of sad. It’s also already been ingrained in the Filipino psyche, honestly – you bond with your loved ones, eat out, go to the arcades, go shopping, and study at the mall. x33 Do you like window shopping? Why or why not? Yesssssss, but for furniture more than clothes. It’s fun. x34 Have you ever purposely hurt an animal? No. x35 What do you think of girls who cheat? Guys? Infuriating. x36 Would you ever see a therapist? I think it’s the most responsible thing for me to do at the moment. I just don’t want to spend all that money for it. x37 What do you think of people that do? It’s good that they’re taking care of themselves. x38 Where would you go out to dinner for a big celebration? The buffet in Circles is always a go-to for me. x39 Who would you invite to your next B-day? Gabie. I don’t like big groups on my birthday, and I find myself enjoying the most when I’m with her. x4o Do you mind lending money to your friends? Yes, if they haven’t paid me back yet. x41 Does anyone mooch off of you? Is this annoying? No. I’d catch it if they were trying to so I’ll be finding ways for them to not do so lol. x42 What, to you, is the best part of traveling? New experiences and sensations. New things to remember. x43 Do you like to try new things? Why or why not? Yes. Again, new experiences. It’s always awesome to have a new story to tell. x44 If you lost your job|home &etc, who would likely help you? I honestly have no idea. x45 Does it bother you if someone talks bad about you? It depends on what they say or who it came from, but generally yes.

#survey #surveys

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herespeyton · 5 years

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TAGGING → @mrcharlesjackson & @herespeyton

TIME FRAME → Sometime in the first week of June?? (I’m so slow at posting omg)

LOCATION → Karoke bar, NYC + Charlies Apartment.

WARNINGS → alcohol, nsfw (not really, but just in case)

NOTES → Charlie agrees to be Peyton’s wingman for the night + peyton vice versa. Neither go home alone. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

peyton

Peyton didn’t go out often — or ever, honestly. It was almost impossible to get out of the house with Lexi, and when the opportunity did arise she chose to sleep. While she didn’t know Charlie super well, he dated Willa a while ago and didn’t seem like a bad guy. She had spent the past hour going through her wardrobe trying to find something that didn’t look like she was a mom before deciding on a red dress she had last worn at least a year ago. She gave instructions to the baby sitter — though Lex was already asleep — and waited for the actor to arrive at her apartment.

charlie

Charlie was excited, he hadn’t been in a good while. He was finally on a better wave in his personal mood and ready to get out there and have fun. He had met Peyton a few times but that felt like a life time ago and Charlie was looking forward to getting to know her as an adult. She was always a very kind girl and she deserved the night out after all the hard work she constantly did. Plus he was sure being a single mom was exhausting and he wanted to help. Charlie decided on on a pair of dark blue fitted pants, a plain white T-shirt with a cream colored blazer to top it off. He had also shaved for the first time in weeks, leaving himself a nice stubbled beard. He checked himself in the mirror before spraying on a bit of cologne, grabs his wallet, phone and keys and was out the door on his way to pick up Peyton. Upon arriving he knocked gently on the door, waiting for the younger girl to answer.

peyton

Peyton straightened herself as she walked to the door, grabbing her keys and purse on the way past the side table. "Hey." She greets him, eyeing over the man she hadn't seen in... years. He honestly didn't even look like he'd aged from what she remembers. She shuts the door behind her and smiles warmly up at him. "You look very dashing." She says with with a nod. "Thanks for doing this... Hopefully I don't totally cramp your style." She says a little awkwardly.

charlie

“Holy shit.” Was the first thing to leave his mouth. “Holy crap, look at you, all grown up.” He grinned and clapped his hands together and he checked out the girl. “Well, thank you! You look incredible, Peyton... don’t worry about me, tonight is going to be fun! Also how can you cramp an old mans style.” He grinned and winked playfully. He gestures at her to follow him out. “So, I was thinking of going to that one pub on 3rd street. They have pretty good drinks and the people are friendly. How’s that sound? Or would you rather go to a club? It’s up to you.” He shrugged.

peyton

Peyton could feel her cheeks warm at the compliment, she was really quite terrible at taking them. "I don't know about that, but...um... thank you." She says softly before following the older man out of the apartment building. "You say that now, wait until all your fans are trying to get your number and I'm still around." She chuckles and bites down on her lip gently as she thinks about the options. "I think maybe starting at a pub might be a good idea?" She replies with a smile, not that she had a problem with lots of people, but easing into a social life sounded better than going head first into strobe lights and sweaty bodies.

charlie

Charles furrowed his brows in confusion, the girl didn’t seem to think so highly of herself, at least look wise. “Well I think you look beautiful.” He gave her a small smile. He chuckled and shook his head. “Please, if that happens please help me escape. Same goes to you, if there’s a guy or girl –I’m not sure your exact preference – But if someone is getting too rowdy or handsy or you just want out of boring conversation, I’m your guy.” He assures her. “Pub it is.” He grins as they continue to walk. “So, hows the single mom life treating you?”

peyton

"Oh don't worry, I have all sorts of creative excuses up my sleeve to get you out of awkward situations!" She laughs, pointing her finger for exclamation. Honestly she feels a little more relaxed knowing she had a get out of jail free card in case she ended up in the company of someone she really didn't want to be with. "I'll be the greatest wingwoman you've ever seen. Unless of course I see my cheese fries delivery man, in which case I'll have to follow my heart." She tells him with a smirk, and crosses her arms in front of her when they're outside. "Single mom life is every bit as glamorous as you'd imagine." She shrugs and looks up at him. "I mean, Lexi is the coolest kid ever, but it's sort of exhausting... But how are you anyway? It's been so long since I've seen you!"

charlie

Charlie raised a brow. “Oh, really?” He asked with a chuckle. The girl was definitely charming as he remembered her. “You’re gonna ditch me for cheese fries guy?” He pouted and then smiled. Charlie listened to the woman and nodded. He couldn’t imagine being a parent, let alone being a single parent. He was already past his prime and Charlie began to wonder if he’d ever have kids. “I see your posts, she’s freaking adorable, looks just like you.” He shrugged. “I’m.... all over the place I guess you could say. Things sort of flipped for me. I never expected to be on tv but here we are...” he tittered “But currently I’m good, I’m in a good place... it’s been, what, at least 10 years... you were still a kid.” He said incredulously. “Holy shit.” He laughed.

peyton

"What can I say, cheese fries guy and I had a real connection." She tells him, hand on heart and laughing. "She is pretty cute, right?" Peyton responds proudly. "I mean... She looks more like her dad, than she does me. But when she talks it's like having a mini-me around the place. Which... I'm not always sure is a good thing." The mom had a tendency to ramble when it came to her daughter... she should probably reign that in if she wanted to not come across as "just a mom" for the night. Peyton nods as he talks, eyeing him over again quickly before looking back ahead. "I don't read a lot of magazines, but I remember the day I read you were taking over the role in supernatural... That sort of stuff is just crazy to me." She says honestly, not imagining her life changing so dramatically... Though maybe she should now Sammy was involved in it. "I was a teenager thank you very much." She laughs. "But you look... almost exactly the same. How is that even possible?!"

charlie

Charlie rolled his eyes playfully. “You can do better than cheese fries guy. I promise.” He told her. “Oh she’s the boss, then.” He chuckles. “Wait... I thought you never knew the father...” Charlie asked curiously, not that he thought it was a bad thing, it happened. He sighed and smiled “Yeah, I still can’t believe it sometimes. It’s surreal. But I mean who knows if this will last with the show ending next year. Maybe I’ll go back to teaching.” He shrugged. He scoffed “You we’re a kid.” He teases with a small laugh. “I beg to differ... look at these crows feet!” He said pointing to the stinking around his eyes. “But I think it’s also my jeans.” He said literally as a joke, pointing to his pants.

peyton

"She is most definitely the boss. She knows what she wants." She said with a smile, nodding. "Umm..." Peyton didn't really know how to explain the Sammy situation without feeling like a bad parent, honestly. "I don't... I mean, I didn't. But he remembered, I guess?" She shrugs. "It's complicated." And right now even more so. "At least you still have enough year to decide? I might even be able to catch up on all twenty seasons before it comes back on again." She teases. "But I think it's lucky in a sense that you have that degree to fall back on, you know? Whatever happens you'll still have a career." She scrunched up her nose. "I was not a kid." She pauses for a second. "Okay, maybe I was... But I wasn't an annoying kid, right?" Peyton looks up at his eyes more closely when he points to them before shaking her head. "Nope, I stand by my comment. You've barely aged at all... it's the jeans, for sure. You're pulling them off perfectly."

charlie

Charlie chuckled and shook his head. “It’s okay, we’ll leave it at that.” He said talking about Lexi’s father. He pursed his lips and grinned. “Or you can just watch the last season I was in and we’ll call it even.” He shrugged “Oh totally, I’m not totally hopeless.” He smiled and sighed. “I mean you weren’t the most annoying kid I’d ever encountered.....” he teased and bumped her playfully. “But you’ve certainly grown into a gorgeous young woman. So not annoying anymore.” He spoke and batted his eyes at the compliment. “Now you’re just being nice and complimenting my ass which I’m not upset about.” He laughed. They soon arrived and Charlie held the door open for the woman. “What’s your drink of choice, first rounds on me.” He asked as they reached the bar.

peyton

Peyton smiled thankfully, relieved Charlie wasn't going to pry into the situation. It was meant to be a fun night, after all... Even if she felt out of her element the moment she stepped out of her apartment after 7 o'clock at night. She laughs. "You're only saying that now because I'm not wearing sweatpants... If you saw me on any other day that ends in Y i'd look like a wreck." She looked at the man's ass, not even really subtly and nodded with a grin. "I'm just being honest." Peyton placed her forearms on the bar, and smiled warmly at the male. "I'll just have a beer." A bi-product of spending so much time with her father growing up. "And that's awfully gentlemanly of you. Next is on me though."

charlie

Charlie raised a brow. “Oh, I bet you look even hotter in sweatpants.” He smirked and winked at her. He then got the attention of the bartender, asking for two draft beers. “What can I say? I was raised right and I’ll never miss the opportunity to buy a pretty girl a drink.” He got the beers and gave his card to the bartender. “Don’t worry about buying for me, it’s my treat, remember?” He said as he handed a beer to Peyton. “Cheers to trying to get laid.” He grinned.

peyton

Peyton smiles and looks around the bar, feeling just a little out of place. "It's a good thing you brought your card, there's like a lot of pretty girls around here to buy drinks for." She takes the drink and brings, and holds it comfortingly in her hands. "You need to let me repay you somehow though. I don't know how... But somehow." She laughs at his toast. "To trying to get laid." She repeats, bringing the beer to her lips. "So is there some sort of secret trick to this I need to be aware of?"

charlie

Charlie chuckles and looks around the bar. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” He shrugs and then shakes his head and places a firm hand on her shoulder. “Hey, were good. I’m serious.” He smiles and squeezes her shoulder gently before removing it. “Um, secret tricks? I’m not quite sure. Maybe just not trying so hard? A couple drinks will help with that to get initial jitters away.” He nods.

peyton

Peyton’s eyes briefly dart to the hand on her shoulder. With everything in her life being so delicate, it felt oddly comforting to have a touch that resonated strength for once. She smiles softly, and nods in concession. “Not trying so hard?” She arches her brow and looks at him with mock judgment. “That is terrible advice... I’ve spent the last three years not trying so hard and that’s gotten no where.” She replies with a short laugh. Not that she’d give up her life, but there were obviously times she wished she wasn’t always alone. Peyton lifts her glass and takes a few large gulps of beer. Liquid courage was a thing, right? “But you might be onto something with the drinks.” She admits with a giggle. “I feel like... umm... people are looking at you.” She tells him with an awkward tone as she feels a woman’s eyes piercing into her.

charlie

“Hey, I never said I gave good advice. I mean most of the time they come up to me, so....” he shrugged and chuckled softly. He absentmindedly touches her arm, something Charlie is just used to doing in general. He was a very affectionate guy and it showed. “Don’t worry, Just relax and finish your drink so we can have another. “He says with a gentle press to her arm. He raises his brow, “Me? Don’t worry about it, I’m not ditching you until we find you someone.” He finished his beer and places it back on the bar then beams at the girl. “How about a shot of tequila?” He suggests.

peyton

Peyton's eyes light up when he assures the girl he's not ditching her. The last thing she wanted was to be left alone with no idea what she was doing. "Thank you... But if some super model comes in and asks you to go home with her, I'm going to be disappointed if you don't get out there." She can't imagine what it must be like for Charles to be recognised everywhere he went, her nose crinkles even at the thought -- it sounds like her own nightmare, honestly. Personal space and privacy was what got Peyton through so much of her life's hiccups. She sculls back the rest of her beer, her eyes squeezing shut as it's been a long time since she's even attempted to do such a thing. But hey, she was still young... Maybe tonight she could feel it too. "Tequila?" Her first instinct was to shake her head, adamantly telling him the last time she had tequila she got pregnant, but instead she nods, finding herself feeling somewhat safe around the older male. "Can I sip it?" She jokes, leaning against the bar with her body facing him.

charlie

Charlie shakes his head, brushing her off. “There will always be more supermodels and honestly, not really my type.” He shrugged and then grinned at the girl gulping down her beer. “Nice.” He praises her. He returns his attention to the bartender and orders them 4 shots total. “No you can’t sip them. Cmon. You’re a big girl now.” He teases. The four shots are in front of them now, rimmed with salt and limes on the side. “Now, you don’t have to do both but it’s there if you’re up for it.” He assures her, picking up one of the shot glasses and holding it up to the one he hands her. “Cheers.” He grins and takes it back in one swing, immediately grabbing the second one and taking it as well. His face straight, not needing the limes.

peyton

"What is your type?" She asks more directly than she normally would. But if she was going to be a successful wing-woman she felt like this was important information to be aware of. Peyton's face grimaces slightly at the sight of the shots, but slides one of them close to her anyway. You only live once, right? "No sipping. Got it." She says quietly and turns her gaze to watch Charles down the alcohol so easily. "You make that look very easy." She comments with a chuckle before taking a deep breath, picking up the glass and downing her own shot. Peyton's eyes clench shut, her mouth twists, and she immediately grabs the lime to dull the burn in her throat. "Fuck." She mumbles but reaches for the second shot and does the same, the burn thankfully less intense this time around.

charlie

Charlie shrugs. “Girl next door, natural. I hate all that fake shit. Like cmon, do you really need the fake lips and Botox?” He asked feeling himself loosen up a bit more. “A girl who can handle herself and her alcohol and isn’t wasted on a fucking cranberry vodka.” He tells Peyton. Yeah, he definitely had a type. “I’ve had a lot of practice.” He shrugs, watching as Peyton takes her shots and chuckles. “Wow, you’re a trooper... I’m very impressed.” He raises a brow in delight and smiles. The noise around them had gotten louder and there was now music playing, more on the rock side. He leaned in closer with his hand on her shoulder so she could hear him. “How are you feeling?” He asked, just to make sure she was still in a good place.

peyton

“Thank you, thank you.” Peyton replies proudly, curtsying and proceeding to laugh at her terrible attempt at it. Her blood is slowly warming, and she can feel her muscles relax more with each passing minute. Her heart’s racing to the beat of the music, and honestly, she was okay with that. She pushes the empty shot glasses and used limes back towards the bartender, thanking him sincerely.Peyton leans into Charles touch, moving her ear closer to hear him properly. The combination of his warm breath on her skin and the tequila sends a shiver down her spine, her lips lighting a smile at the feeling. She nods and turns into him, closing the gap so now she could be heard. “I feel great.” She tells him. “So are you going to wingman me?” She asks with a half smirk.

charlie

Charlie chuckles at the charming girl. She was cute, beyond cute if you actually asked Charlie, but he figured nothing would never happen between them and honestly his intentions were completely pure, still he couldn’t help but slightly crushing on her in the moment. He’d blame the alcohol. “Great.” He smiles and looks around the room, realizing they had set up Karaoke tonight. His face immediately lit up. “Holy shit, yes.” He commented. “I forgot they did Karaoke here. Yes, I will wingman you but we need to sign up to sing first.” He said as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her through the crowd and towards the other side of the pub, looking for the signup sheet that was with the DJ.

peyton

Peyton's head tilts to one side, eyebrows raising when she realized what he was about to suggest. Before she could object his hand was on her writs and they were moving through the crowd. She grins, and holds onto him tightly, wanting to make sure she didn't lose him in amongst the people... Though, he was tall and masculine, she would probably be able to spot him if she did. "I think the sign up sheet is over there." She says letting go of his arm and resting her hand on the curve of his back, pointing to the board. "I'll do this, but I am not choosing a song! Unless baby shark or the paw patrol theme song is an option, my brain is useless." She jokes, moving to the sheet and looking up at the older male, lingering as she studies his features under the light in this part of bar. No wonder so many girls were staring at him. "Okay, what's your go-to karaoke song?"

charlie

Charlie hadn’t felt this full of energy in a while and it was exciting to him. He felt young and he loved it. Charlie looked into the direction the girl was pointing at and grinned. “Genius!” He exclaimed at her and kissed her head playfully before getting to the list. “You have to do Baby Shark. I dare you.” He laughs as he looks through the karaoke book. “Classic rock. Maybe a bit of AC/DC or Lynyrd Skynyrd — oh or Allman Brothers!” He says as he see the song he wants to pick. He then takes the pen next to the sign up sheet that’s fairly empty, writing down ‘whipping post by the Allman Brothers’ and his name, he then faces Peyton. “Do you wanna sign up?” He asked.

peyton

Peyton's cheek flush and she's momentarily thankful the pub is dark enough to hide it. She bites down on her lip to stop herself from grinning like a stupid school girl.Fuck. Was it sad that a kiss on the forehead was the closest she had really been to a man in a year? ... Probably. "Don't you dare me, Mr. Jackson." She smirks, her competitive nature coming out. "Whoa, look at you showing your age." She teases him a little on his song choice, flicking through the book. "I'll sign up." It might have been the alcohol talking, but it could be fun. "It looks like you might have to listen to me rock out baby shark another time, there's no option here." She lifts her shoulders in a shrug. "But I can do this." She points to the song and writes it down 'Let me Love you' by DJ Snake and Justin Bieber on the sign up song. "Does it show my age that I'm doing a song with Justin Bieber?" She asks with a short giggle.

charlie

Charlie raised his brows seductively, "Ooh, Mr. Jackson. Haven't been called that in a while." He teased her . "Shut up. I just know good music." He stuck his tongue out at her as she picked out her own song. He hovered over her, his arm around her shoulders as he watched her pick. "Justin Bieber? Really?" He judged her playfully. "I'm going to need another drink for this one, But i'm definitely holding you over on that whole listening to you sing Baby Shark." He laughed. "We definitely grew up in different worlds.... How do you feel about another drink? Or are we moving too quick for you?"

peyton

"Does it bring you back to your teaching days?" She asks with a chuckle, nudging him playfully. She felt relaxed around him, and honestly it had been some time since she could just be herself and not worry about her daughter. It was different... Actually, sort of great. "Justin Beiber is iconic!" She defends her choice, arching her brow at him. "You just wait... My rendition of Baby shark is legendary. Lexi prefers it to the original." She grins proudly, turning around to look at the crown before up again at Charles. "Too quick?" She scoffs. "You should see me during football season, I could probably drink you under the table." Or at least she used to be able to, but he doesn't need to know that that.

charlie

"Truly." He chuckles and bites his lip a bit. He raises his hands in defense as she defends herslef and he laughs. "Okay, okay! God you're cute when you're riled up." He lets slip but doesn't really make to much attention of it. "I can't wait to hear it." He smiles at her and nods. "That's fine, thats why I ask. and also somehow I believe you." He smiles and suddenly is hearing his name over the mic. "Oh, that was fast. Alright, I'mma sing and you stand here and look pretty and pick a dude out and I can wingman you. I mean unless you wanna be stuck here with me all night." He chuckled. "Be right back, darling." He says with a wink and makes his way to the small stage, giving himself a small introduction with his name and then proceeds to singing.

peyton

Peyton's lips press together, and now it not longer feels like her cheeks are warming but her whole face. Of course the man who used to date her older cousin thought she was cute. Probably the same way he and everyone else (rightly so) thought Lexi was cute. She's broken from her thought at the sound of Charles name on the speaker, and claps excitedly for him. "Break a leg." She still wasn't sure if that was the correct musical theatre reference that Jaxon had taught her, but she was going for it. She moves to the front of the crowd cheering obnoxiously loudly for him when he introduces himself. She looks around the room only for a moment looking for someone she might be interested in, but then the actor starts singing and it's hard to put her attention anywhere. He was good...really really good. She sways absentmindedly with the music, happily content with being by herself and listening to his voice. How she could possibly follow this, she didn't know.

charlie

The thrill that Charlie got when he sang was like no other. He loved it and he also liked the attention if he was being honest. It felt good to have people cheering for you and it was even better seeing Peyton in the crowd supporting him. Once he was done he thanked the crowd, getting a few high-fives as he went through the crowd back to the younger girl. “Did I do okay?” It was an honest question and he valued her opinion greatly. “I need another beer.” He chuckled. Then they were calling her name and she was up. “Go kick it in the ass.” He smiled at her reassuringly and runs he arm.

peyton

She watches him emerge into the crowd, shaking her head in awe of how insane he just was. "Are you kidding?" She asks him, her tone still full of the disbelief she was feeling. "If every girl in here didn't already want you, they do now." She joked with him, though honestly kind of seriously. "I can see why you want to go into music." She tells him, reaching out her hand to touch is arm softly to show sincerity. "Me too-" Her heart just about jumps from her chest at her own name, she really hadn't expected Charles to be quite that good and even the thought of following that made her ridiculously nervous. She puts her hands in her face for a second. "I did not have enough tequila for this." She laughs and smiles at him before making her way up to the spot he stood just moments ago. Not quite as confident as the other, she quietly introduces herself, takes a deep breath -- or three -- before starting to sing.

charlie

Peyton was extremely sweet and Charlie felt warm and fuzzy. Both from the compliments and the alcohol. He brushes off her compliment, beyond contrary belief, Charlie didn’t really care for people throwing themselves at him. He liked getting to know people, although he was guilty of having one night stands of course but it was always more to him. Right now, no other women really interested him in the bar except Peyton , not that he would tell her unless she actually showed interest in him. He didn’t want to ruin her night. He gives her another reassuring smile and a thumbs up once she hits the stage. He cheers for her to help her confidence and listens as she sings and ‘oh crap’ she’s actually good. He had no clue she actually knew how to sang. It was almost angelic and Charles was really enjoying it. He’s still watching her until he feels a tap on his shoulder, he turns to see an attractive blonde behind him, trying to buy him a drink and inviting him to leave with her. Charlie politely declines and the girl rolls her eyes as she leaves, not that Charlie really cares and his attention just falls back on the singing girl.

peyton

Thanks in part to the alcohol, and in part to seeing Charles in the audience she can feel herself starting to relax. She starts to sing, pretending she was in the shower and rarely looking anywhere other than the male in the crowd... Singing to someone she knew felt a whole less daunting than singing to a bar full of strangers. She hands the mic back to the man on stage and scrunches her face in a I-can't-believe-i-just-did-that way before quickly returning back to her date for the night in the crowd. "Now can we get a drink?" She asks, resting her forehead on the male's arm as her heart returns to a normal pattern.

charlie

Charlie cheers as she finished her song and opens his arms for her and she comes to him. “You did incredible!” He says excitedly as he hugs her tightly. He nods. “I think we can.” He smiles as he pulls away from the hug but wraps an arm around her, leading her back to the bar. “Hey, two more drafts for the lady and I.” He calls out to their same bartender. “So, I didn’t know you could sing like that.” He told the girl. “Like, hun. Woah.” He says with a grin. He takes the new glass of beer and takes a refreshing gulp. “I’m glad you came out tonight, Pey. I’m having a better time than I imagined.” He tells her sincerely.

peyton

Perhaps it was the adrenaline from singing in public -- something she'd not done since she was in high school -- or perhaps it was the effects of the tequila -- though she was feeling quite sober right now -- but there was something about the older man's arms that were so comforting. They were strong. God, they were so strong. She felt giddy... even if she knew she probably shouldn't. "Thank you." She says reaching for the drink and taking a few decent sips to calm her post karaoke nerves. "I'm not sure about whoa. You are whoa.... But thank you." She says humbly. She leans in closer to him to hear his words clearer. "I'm glad I came out too." She comments, looking into his eyes and not able to stop her gaze from making their way to his lips for a moment. "I'm sorry I haven't found you anyone to go home with yet." She says into his ear, and chews on her lower lip realizing she wasn't actually all that sorry at all. "I mean... I've enjoyed your company."

charlie

Charlie licks his lips, feeling them a bit dry. “You’re definitely woah.” He tells her as he gets closer, he could feel jitters and it was weird but exciting at the same time. He stares back at her eyes and he notices the small glance to his lips and he feels himself blush. “I don’t think I mind at all.” He says genuinely and bites his lip gently. His desire to kiss the girl suddenly grows and keeps growing. “I’ve more than enjoyed your company.” He replies.

peyton

Despite the sensible and usually overpowering voice in her head reminding her that he was older and she was nothing but cute in his mind, Peyton takes a step closer, the gap between them becoming almost non-existent. "I think I'm content with your company for the rest of the night." She says boldly, feeling goosebumps run down her arms at how close and intimate his breath was starting to feeling as her face moved slowly closer to him. She wanted to give him time to move away, to say no. "Because you're whoa." She says in a whisper at this point, before closing the gap between their lips completely, ignoring her better judgement, and giving into her instincts telling her to kiss him.

charlie

He can feel his own breaths getting shallow the closer they got and his heart pounding fast. He felt young again. “Yeah?” He questioned with a smile, a small laugh escaping his lips before he felt hers press against his. There was a connection there and Charlie could feel it, strongly. He smiled into the kiss, his rough hand reaching behind her neck, tangling gently into her hair as the kiss got more heated. So perhaps the feeling was mutual but perhaps it was the alcohol and Charlie didn’t know which one it was but in the moment he didn’t mind. After a few steamy moments, the man pulls away to take a breath. “Woah, indeed.” He laughs, pushing a strand of hair away from her face. “I don’t think we need any wingman’s tonight.” He announces.

peyton

Peyton felt electric and addicted, like she could keep kissing these lips for the rest of the night and still crave them. She hooks her fingers behind him in the space between his belt and his jeans, her cheeks blushing and her toes curling at the way their lips connected. "You don't think?" She ducks her head, suddenly feeling more nervous than she was when they were a few moments ago. But she can't bring herself to put more space between them. Not if it was going to remind him that she really wasn't the person he should be doing this with. "Now what?"

charlie

Charlie watched the bashful girl and smiled. “Hey, were good.” He says gently. His hand caresses her cheek before pulling her into another kiss. It was definitely a sobering moment and as freaked out as Charlie had been in the past about age, he didn’t care. There was something about Peyton, and he really liked her. “What do you want to do? We could stay here, have a few more drinks... We could go find something to eat if you’re up for that... we could also go back to your place or mine. No pressure, of course.” He suggests. He didn’t want her to think that just because they kissed he was expecting anything more from the girl. He would do whatever she wanted to do, after all it was her night.

peyton

Peyton looks around briefly, feeling eyes on her from people who clearly knew Charles but had no idea who she was. “Let’s get out of here.” She smiles, leaning in boldly to steal another kiss from the older gentleman. “Umm... Do you have beer at your place?” She asks, taking back her hands and running her fingers nervously through her hair. With Lexi in bed and a baby sitter staying the night, she knew she couldn’t go back to her apartment. But Peyton was a homebody and felt much more comfortable in a place where she didn’t have to worry about a room full of people she didn’t know. she also wouldn’t mind being alone with Charles. “No pressure.”

charlie

Charlie nods. “Alright, your wish is my command.” He leaned into her kiss and turned back to the bartender, asking for the tab. “I believe I have a few.” He confirmed with the girl. He signed the tab, leaving a hefty tip and grabbed his card so they could leave. He smiled at the girl and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Lets get out of here.” He tells her as they leave the bar and start walking to their destination. It’s a little chilly when they exit and with Peyton in a small dress, he can imagine how much colder the girl was. He removes his arm from her to take off his blazer and drape it over her shoulder to make sure she was warmer. “As hot as you look in your dress, I’d rather you not freeze and my place is at least 10 more blocks from here.” He chuckles softly.

peyton

Peyton still feels like she shouldn't be letting Charles pay for everything, but before she could object it was done and they were leaving the bar. Which honestly she's thankful for, she was having fun, but most of that was due to the company she was keeping. The cool air of the New York night sends a shiver down her spine almost instantly, and even more so when the warmth of his arm was removed from her shoulders. She was getting accustomed to that arm. "That's very sweet. Thank you" She says sincerely, smiling cheerily. "You really think I look hot?" She asks, still feeling the courage of alcohol. "Not cute?" She adds with a laugh.

charlie

Charlie laughed. “Oh definitely hot. Almost as hot as me.” He teases her. He was definitely aware of how attractive he was and of his assets and for the most part he was humble about it except when he didn’t have to. “Cute was my cover up, okay? I wasn’t exactly sure if you were interested.” He explained himself. “But you are cute. Very cute but in a sexy way.” He grinned, his arm returned to wrap around her. “So, tell me. How is a pretty girl like you still single. I mean I know time is an issue and you have your daughter but there has to have been some guys after you. You’re a total catch.”

peyton

“I can accept that.” Peyton side eyes him, smirking slightly. If she looked like the actor she’d probably say the same thing. He’s the type of man that humbly demanded attention without saying a word. It was hot. “Oh is that so?” She chuckles, leaning into his side a little more. “Well you’re pretty cute in a sexy way too.” Peyton teases. “Ahh... Not really.” She answers honestly and shrugs her shoulders. And if there were, she was probably too tired to pay attention. “ I haven’t been looking to be fair, Lexi comes first. I just want to make sure she can have everything in this world... which means I’m either working or spending time with her.” She pauses and sighs quietly. “Sometimes I feel like since it’s just me that I somehow I have to be twice the parent? Like I have to be there twice as much, and take on every role so she never feels like she missed out.” She shakes her head, realising she suddenly got kind of deep and that was definitely not sexy. “How are you possibly still single anyway, Mr. Jackson?

charlie

Charlie’s furrowed his brows and looked at the girl. “What are you talking about? You’re nice, you’re smart, you love animals, you’re an incredible mom.... I mean the way you talk about Lexi and all you do for her, it’s admirable. She’s going to really appreciate it one day.” He nods at the girl with a smile. “I uh- I recently went through a break up a few months ago. It just wasn’t working out and I was also just going through a lot at the time, still sort of am... but I’m going to therapy and taking medication.... Yeah I know, not what you expected from Mr. tv star.” He shrugged, hoping he hadn’t ruined it with his over sharing.

peyton

“You’re a sweet talker.” She grins. It was nice having someone remind her she was doing the right things for Lexi, she spent for more nights awake worrying it was for nothing than she’d ever admit. Peyton looks up at him as she listened intently to what he was going through, smiling sympathetically. “I learned a long time ago that things aren’t often what you’d expect.” She tells him, pausing and stopping them both on the side walk to look at him properly. “I think you’re brave.” Her tone was sincere and she stretches up to press a chaste kiss against his lips.

charlie

Charlie shrugs “I’m just being honest. You just happen to be a sweet person.” Sharing things about himself scared Charlie. It was probably the number one problem he had with Josh but he was trying to fix that and let people in. They stop and it pulls him out of his thoughts, her words make him smile. He wraps his arms around her waist and leans into her. “Now who’s the sweet talker?” He grins. “I think you’re brave. Taking all you take on, being a single mom... working so hard... you’re incredibly brave.” He responded.

peyton

Peyton blushes, pressing her lips together to stop herself smiling stupidly. “Still you.” She muses with a chuckle. Was it possible for someone’s heart to beat from their chest? Because with her body this close to Charles she felt like it was about to happen any moment. It might have been alcohol, or the fact he was the first person who’s peaked her interested this much in a year, but she felt like a school girl right now — though she hopes he doesn’t think of her too much like that considering that’s what she was she last time they met. “Come on. You must be freezing without your jacket.” She says, reaching for his hand and intertwining her fingers with hers.

charlie

Charlie laughs and shakes his head. It had been a very long time since he felt this attraction to a person, not just physically but there was definitely an unspoken chemistry that the two shared and Charles let himself go along with it. He was enjoying himself so much and he didn't want this night to end. He squeezes her hand and bumps into her playfully as they walked in silence, a good kind of silence. So enough they were at Charlie's building. He remembered a time when he had to work two job 24/7 just to afford to live here and now, it wasn't even something he thought about. "This is me." He smiles as he lets go of her hand to punch in the security code that let them into the building. "Codes 1218, just in case you ever need it." He tells her as he leads her to the elevator in the nice lobby. It was one of the nicer apartment complexes in the area and he lived in one of the bigger apartments with his best friend. "Also I have a roommate but i believe she's out of town so, we're good."

peyton

"Wow." The word had quietly escaped her lips before she had a chance to stop it. She knew places like this existed in New York, but she'd never once stepped foot in an apartment building that felt like it could be out of a film. "You don't need to tell me your code." She ducks her head, smiling and shaking her head. She can't stop her eyes from gazing around the foyer, and even the elevator was... well it was working which was a step up from her apartment building. An apartment building like this made her feel... small. "I have a roommate too." She jokes. "Except she is very much in town." She squeezes onto his hand. "So do you film Supernatural in New York or?" She asks, genuinely curious.

charlie

Charlie chuckles at her joke. “You’re funny.” He pulls her in and kisses her as he presses the button for the elevator. Once inside he presses the button for the 15th floor. “I film upstate, so yes, New York just not in the city.” He tells her, the elevator stops at his floor and he leads the young lady to his door. He pulls out his key and opens the door. “Welcome to my humble abode.” He grins and holds the door open for her. His apartment was definitely more on the homey side, not as luxurious as people would expect but he did have a large tv, something he really wanted to splurge on.

peyton

Peyton shushes him, smiling against his lips when they kiss. "I umm..." She feels slightly light headed after kissing him and tries to remember how to think straight. "I haven't been to upstate New York. What's it like?" She asks, following him into his apartment and looking around in awe again. It wasn't as 'fancy' as the foyer, but it was at least double the size of her small New York apartment. "I'm glad you didn't see my apartment." She jokes, bumping his side playfully as her eyes to scan the room. "Can I be honest?" She turns to him, hand still holding his for comfort.

charlie

Charlie bites his lip, “Gorgeous. Upstate is amazing. Full of trees and large open space. The air is fresh and you can actually breathe.” He explains. “I’m sure your apartment is great.” He responds to her. “I think I’d prefer if you were honest with me.” He tells her with a small squeeze of her hand.

peyton

"I miss being able to breathe freely." Peyton comments, thinking back to what it was like on the farm where there was nothing but space and fresh air. "I'm sure I'll get there one day." She takes a deep breath, her eyes fluttering shut for a second before speaking. "I have no idea what I'm doing." She admits with a giggle. "I know the intention was to find me someone to... You know, but I don't know if I'm that person?" She ducks her head, feeling her cheeks warm with each word she speaks. "Do you think we can we just... drink beer?" And make out. But she leaves that last part out incase by taking the offer of sex off the table he was no longer going to be interested in spending time with her.

charlie

Charlie squeezes her hand again reassuringly. “I don’t think we ever really know what we’re doing... we just do what feels right, y’know?” Charlie frowns a bit but not because he’s disappointed but because he never wanted the girl to feel uncomfortable around him. “I told you back at the bar, no pressure. Meaning we won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with...” He offers her a smile. “So beer... and perhaps food? I’m a little hungry to be honest.” He suggests.

peyton

Peyton breathes a silent sigh of relief. She was human... of course she wanted him like. But the last time she had a drunk one night stand, she got Lexi. So, it was pretty obvious the universe was trying to tell her she wasn’t built that way. She nods. “I know, I know.” Her tone is soft, and she’s trying to stay upbeat but she saw the way he frowned when she said she didn’t want to sleep with him and she felt guilty. “I’m still sorry... I probably should have let you find that supermodel, hey?” She says with a chuckle, pulling back her hands and moving her hair behind her ears. “Oh my goodness, yes! Food sounds amazing.” She comments excitedly, taking off the man’s jacket and placing it gently on his side table. “Please tell me there’s not like a private chef in here or something?” She teases.

charlie

Charlie shakes his head at her. “Hey, don’t be sorry. Believe it or not, I prefer when people aren’t throwing themselves at me.” He assures her. “I just want you to be comfortable, Pey. Sex isn’t the be all end all. At least not to me. I mean, sure it’s fun but I’m not that superficial.” He laughed. “No private chefs, although my roommate is a pastry chef so there’s probably some form of cake in the fridge and there should be left over Chinese.” He tells her with a smile, coming up behind her and rubbing her shoulders.

peyton

Peyton chews a little at the inside of her lip, thankful she had ended up here and wasn't having the 'I don't think I can sleep with you tonight' talk to a total stranger. Even if it had been ten years since she'd last seen Charles. Her eyes follow the older gentleman's movement, her face bright when his hands fall on her shoulders. "You're making it hard to think about food." She giggles, cocking her head to the side. "But it's hard to say no to cake and chinese food. Especially cake made by a pastry chef... Let her know if she ever needs a new room mate." She jokes.

charlie

Charlie chuckles and kisses the side of her neck before leading them to the kitchen. He rummages through the fridge as he pulls out half an eaten chocolate cake and then pulls out the carton of chicken fried rice. “Are you trying to keep me all alone in this apartment?” He asked with a smirk. He throws the carton into the microwave to warm it up and as it does he also pulls out another couple beers, opening one for Peyton and himself. “Here.” He smiles.

peyton

"Don't I already have you all alone in this apartment?" She asks with a teasing tone, turning to look around the apartment. "Unless your apartment is haunted and you left that part out." Peyton takes the beer from his hand, smiling thankfully and bringing it to her lips before speaking. "My daughter would love your television, by the way." She comments, thinking back to seeing it when they first walked in. "She'd think she was actually in Jurassic Park." Peyton couldn't help it, she was always going to be that person who brought up her kid.

charlie

“Maybe, who knows.” He shrugs teasingly. “Kidding, yeah you do have me all alone, right now.” He chuckled and sips his beer. “You should bring her over sometime, make a movie night out of it.” He offers the girl genuinely. He wouldn’t mind having a little one around. He laughs at the Jurassic park comment. “That’s adorable.”(edited)

peyton

Peyton is a little taken back by the offer, but figures she'll go with it. She wasn't the type of person to hold him to it if in the morning he was sober and regretted the decision to spend more time together. She nods. "I'm sure she'd love that." She responds, leaning against the bench and crossing her feet in front of her. "She's sort of obsessed with dinosaurs." Peyton smiles widely and pulls out her phone, navigating to the gallery and scrolling through the photos while leaning in next to him to show the multitude of dinosaur related pics. "This... Probably isn't what you want to talk about." She blushes and realises this wasn't exactly sexy talk. "Sorry." Peyton locks her phone, smiling bashfully. "Habit."

charlie

Charlie leans into her and looks at the pictures with a soft smile. “She’s very cute.” He chuckled. The microwave beeps and Charlie carefully takes the food out of it. He grabs a couple chopsticks from his drawer and leads them back to the living room. “What? You’re fine, hun. I mean Lexi is like 90 percent of your life. I get it.” He nods and sits on the comfortable couch. “Come, get comfortable.”

peyton

"Probably more like 95 percent... The other five percent are animals." She laughs. He might not get it personally, but at least he wasn't making her feel like a crazy person. She follows him to the couch sitting down next to him with her legs folded underneath her and places the beer carefully on the table in front of her. "Okey dokey." Her eyebrows raise when she takes the chopsticks from him, biting her lip in concentration as she works out how to hold them in her fingers for the hundredth time in her life so she can actually eat the food. She giggles softly, still a little buzzed from the alcohol and attempts to try and pick up the food for it to only fall immediately back into the box. "Is now a good time to mention I can't use chopsticks to save my life?"

charlie

Charlie watches the girl take the first bite and fail and it’s the most charming thing he’d ever seen. He laughs at the young girl and shakes his head, grabbing his own chopsticks and picking at the dish and then holding it to her mouth. “Here.” He offers in between chuckles. “God, you’re cute.” He tells her. “I can grab you a fork.” He offers.

peyton

Peyton looks at him with appreciation when he offers her food with his own chopsticks, taking it happily. "You're so kind." She muses quietly, cheeks flushed with slight embarrassment. "There you go again using the c word." She laughs, nudging him playfully. "Oh it's okay... We're already sitting down. And I sort of don't want you to move?" She says leaning forward and picking up the beer from the table to sip it.

charlie

Charlie bites his lip with a chuckle. “I can’t help it. You are the epitome of sexy cute.” He shrugs as though it was obvious. He takes his own bite of food and smiles with his mouth closed, savoring the food. “Mm. Chinese always taste better the second day I swear.” He moans. “Oh so you just wants me to feed you all night?” He raises a brow suggestively and grins.

peyton

Peyton shakes her head, her lips pressed together in a smile. "That's not... no." She replies, laughing. "I'm going to ban you from saying it." She can't stop her eyes from travelling to Charle's lips as he talks, the innocent sounds he's making as he does definitely isn't helping. But Peyton really didn't want to lead him on, so instead she quickly diverts her eyes, picking at the label of the beer bottle in her hands. "I mean, you're clearly the expert chopsticks user here... And you wouldn't starve me, would you?"

charlie

Charlie rolls his eyes. “Fine. I won’t compliment you anymore. Is that what you want?” He raises his brow, questioning. He grins “I would never let you starve.” He picks up another mouthful and offers it to her. He sighs happily and it’s almost weird to him how easy this is. How... natural it feels for him to tell her how he’s feeling. “I had a really great time with you tonight. Hell, best time I’ve had in a while...You’re really easy to talk to and it’s usually hard for people to have me let them in like this... Maybe it’s the meds, cause I know it’s not the drinks.” He shrugs.

peyton

“No... I mean, yes.” Peyton crinkles her nose, her flustered laugh filling the air. “Shhh, you make it hard to think straight.” Or maybe it was alcohol, but either way she was struggling with sentences right now. “I just mean, the last time you saw me I was... young. And I guess when you call me cute I feel like you still see me as the heart eyed schoolgirl.” She brings the beer up to her lips, taking a couple of long gulps before holding out her hand defensively. “Not that I was a heart eyed school girl for you. But yeah.” Her voice trails and she turns to eat the food he was offering, humming happily as she did. “I had a really good time with you too.” She says genuinely when her mouth was empty. “Thank you for coming out with me tonight.”

charlie

Charlie bit his lip and laughed quietly at the girl as she stammered. He took in what she said and tilted his head just a bit, his eyebrows raising. He set the food down on the table “I can definitely... assure you that I don’t see you as a heart eyed school girl.” He spoke quietly, seductively as his hand began to trail on her leg, just soft traces. “I can also prove it.” He says whispering into her ear. He’s not expecting this to go any further because of her asking earlier but he liked to tease and he would stop if she asked. “Maybe another time though, when you’re up for it.” He assures her as he pulls back, hand and all.

peyton

Peyton’s heart suddenly felt like it was about to beat out of her chest again as she watches the way his eyes change from sweet to sexy. “Y-yeah?” She stumbles, far too distracted by his hand to speak fluently. Her eyes flutter shut briefly and before she can even try and find words he’s pulled back, and faint groan escapes her lips. “Okay. Point proven.” She swallows, her lips twisting really not knowing what to say in this situation. “Maybe another time.” She quietly repeats his words with a small smile. Even somewhat tipsy Peyton knew she wouldn’t give in to sleeping with him, as much as she may want to right now.

charlie

Charlie smiles at her, his hand back on her shoulder in a friendly and comforting manner. “Hey, relax. I’m just teasing you. How about a movie to go along with our food and drinks? Or tv show? Whatever your preference might be?” He asks her as he grabs the remote from the side table, turning on the tv. “What do you want to watch?” He asks her with a simple smile.

peyton

"Anything without dinosaurs." She responds with a serious smile. "And nothing that could possibly be featured on Nick Jnr." Peyton's skin was still buzzing from where Charles hand had been, and her lips still tingling from kissing him earlier. He might not see her as a heart eyed school girl, but that's how she felt around him. God, she wanted to kiss him again. "But I'll leave the executive decision on what to watch up to you... Try not to show your age too much though." She teases, getting more comfortable on the couch and resting her head against the male.

charlie

“Dinosaurs, hm.” The only dinosaur movies he was really aware of were the Jurassic Park and world movies and he had the newest one on digital so he shrugged and started playing it on the tv. “Old jokes, very funny.” He said sarcastically with a playful chuckle. He wrapped an arm around the girl, getting comfortable with her. “Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom it is.... although I really should let you suffer through all the supernatural seasons.” He raises a brow.

peyton

Peyton lifts a brow when Jurassic Park starts playing, and she realizes he only heard half of what she had said. She smiles to herself, honestly not really caring at this point. She'd seen the film about a hundred times, but that just meant she didn't need to focus -- which was probably a good thing because it was sort of hard to do when he was around. "After karaoke I had to." She teases. "Honestly, I don't think I'm emotionally prepared to sit through all thirty seasons of supernatural." She comments, resting her hand on his leg and tracing her fingers absentmindedly over the fabric of his jeans.

charlie

Charlie hadn't even realized the 'out' part of without when he put the movie on. He even found it weird that she would still want to watch these movies when her daughter watched them all the time. But maybe she missed Lexi and wanted to feel close to her. He didn't question it. "It's only 14 and honestly I'd only make you watch the one i'm in sooo only one." He chuckles and kisses the top of her head. The fingers tracing his leg definitely being felt and even giving him a small set of chills. He bit his lip, trying to think of unsexy things so he wouldn't suddenly get hard in her presence. It wasn't entirely working.

peyton

“Only 14?” She giggles, shaking her head. “I can’t just watch your season... I grew up watching Gilmore Girls, I’m gonna be watching for Dean.” She teases him and looks up at his face, her eyes lingering on his features. He was so pretty. “Do you want to kiss me?” She asks in a bold moment. “Because I don’t think I can watch anything when it’s all I’m thinking about.”

charlie

Charlie nodded. "Yeah, I had to watch all of them for research. Ackles was a talented fella." He shrugs. "Ah, so you're a Padalecki fan. Alright, i get it. I guess he is pretty." He rolled his eyes and then her question peaks his interest. "I would love to kiss you, Pey." He says gingerly as he grabs onto her waist and turns her towards him, partially on his lap. "Are you going to kiss me now?" He asks her with a smile.

peyton

Peyton gasps a little under her breath when he turns her, her cheeks warming and her heart racing something crazy. She nods, though she knows it's probably a hypothetical question. "Definitely". She murmurs against his lips before closing the gap and letting her lips fully immerse themselves in his. The taste of beer on his tongue feels more alcoholic than all the drinks she'd had earlier in the night. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, her fingers twisting into the back of hair and tugs gently as she tries to deepen the kiss between them.

charlie

Charlie smiles into the kiss as he pulls her in closer, his arms wrapping around her upper thighs making her dress ride up, his hand resting on the swell of her ass. The tug on his hair makes him squeeze her ass instinctively and moan mildly, it also wasn't really helping his problem from before. He let her into the kiss, his mouth parting and soon there were lips and tongue and it was getting hotter and hotter. Charlie wasn't exactly sure where this was leading but he trusted that the girl would stop them if she didn't want to go any further.

peyton

It had been so long since Peyton had felt this close to someone, in so many senses of the word. With their bodies flush together she wasn't sure how she was meant to stop herself from going further with this man. In this second she wasn't sure if she wanted to. She grinds against his hips in response to his moaning, feeling him hard against her and smirking against him for a moment. Spending day in and day out either covered in crayons or animal fur wasn't a recipe for feeling sexy, but Charles? Charles made her feel sexy. She moves one hand from his hair, trailing it down his body, wanting more and more to touch him everywhere.

charlie

The longer this went on, the harder it was for Charlie to control himself and let her take the lead. If it was up to him the would already be in the bedroom with less clothing. He wanted more, of course he did, but he was anxious to upset the girl by going too far. Their hips crashing together, has him groaning softly in her mouth, he pulls away from her lips briefly to attach his lips to her neck. "You keep doing that and I don't know if i'll be able to control myself." He warns in a deep gritty voice.

peyton

"Maybe I don't want you to control yourself?" She feels herself moan, her eyes closing as his lips explore her neck. But she was drunk, and she didn't do this... She just didn't know how to put that into words right now. She didn't want to be that girl, the one who went home with someone, led them on and then left them disappointed and angry. Her breath hitches in her throat, and she hesitates for a moment before finding his lips with hers again.

charlie

Charlie can almost feel the hesitation in her body. The desire to be with someone this intimately was always strong in most people and Charlie understood that. He also wasn't as intoxicated as the young girl was and he didn't want to take advantage of her vulnerability and desire when she had clearly stated earlier that she didn't want to do this. He stopped them, his hand coming up to cup her cheek so he could look at her. "Are you sure you want to do this? We don't have to." He tells her quietly. "I don't want you to feel pressured even if this is something I want>" He tells her honestly because of course it's something he wants.

peyton

Peyton brings her hand up to cover his gently on her cheek, she wants to say yes. But she can't. She takes a deep breath, her heart thudding so hard she was sure he could hear it, and she shakes her head. "It's not you." She whispers sincerely leaning in so her forehead was touching his. "I'm human, and you're... gorgeous. But no. This isn't me." As much as she wants it to be. "I'm sorry." She breathes, sliding from his hips to sit next to him. "I can go..."

charlie

Charlie nods and catches her lips in a chaste kiss before she slides off. "You don't have to apologize, Peyton." He assured her with a soft yawn. "Do you want to leave? Cause I rather like your company, just let me take a quick shower? Take a breather for a moment before we try to jump our bones again." He chuckles and squeezes her arm.

peyton

She presses her lips together, smiling awkwardly. "I should probably leave." She says with a shrug. "Lexi is going to wake up in about four hours and I should try and get some sleep before then." She chuckles, leaning in and kissing his cheek softly. "But thank you for taking me out tonight... And bringing me back here. You're really sweet." She muses, tucking her hair back behind her ear. "Don't be a stranger." Peyton stands up, her dress falling back to where it was before making out.

charlie

Charlie can't help but be a bit disappointed that she's leaving, but he wasn't going to argue with her especially when she mentioned her daughter. He stands with her and nods, "Don't worry about it, anytime." He smiles at her. "Let me walk you home at least..." He offers as he grabs a sweater that was lying on the small chair in the room and hands it to Peyton. " Here, it's cold outside."

peyton

Peyton wasn't going to turn his offer, partly because it wasn't a brilliant idea to walk home by herself at this time in New York city, but mostly because she selfishly wanted to spend more time with him. She bites her lip timidly, taking the sweater and slipping it over her head. It was sort of huge on her, but it was warm and oddly comforting. "What about your shower?"

charlie

Charlie grabs his blazer from before and slips it on, offering Peyton a smile. "Eh, The new York city air will work just the same." He winks as he discreetly tries to adjust himself, seeing that his pants felt tighter due to the obvious. "Ready to go?" He asks as he grabs his keys so they could leave.

peyton

She can't stop herself from laughing a little, suddenly realizing why he was going to have a shower in the first place. Admittedly she's sort of thankful it wasn't just an excuse for him to leave the room. "I'm ready." She says, nudging him playfully and walking to the door. Still sort of in awe about how cool his apartment was. "I think I'm going to keep this sweater, by the way." She teases as she hugs it into her chest.

charlie

Charlie looks at her when she laughs and chuckles with her. "I told you, you were hot." He reasons with her and bites his lip. "Alright, lets get out of here and get you home to your beautiful daughter." He smiles and grabs her hand. " You're keeping my cozy sweater? Maybe I'm just letting you borrow it." He raised a brow as they enter the elevator back down. "I want to do this again with you... Maybe I can take you to dinner next time?" He asks her.

peyton

The corners of Peyton's lips tug when he mentions her daughter, it wasn't going to be something most people would understand, but she kind of missed her already. She squeezes at his hand, lifting a shoulder into a half shrug. "Exactly. Borrowing forever." She jokes with him, knowing that she'd give it back once they got to her apartment. "You do?" She looks up at him with a raised brow. "You want me to be your wing-woman again... Because I don't think I did the job I promised."

charlie

“I think you did an excellent job.” He told her. “Plus, I don’t think I’ll need a wing woman anymore.” He smiles at her as they walked into the cold New York air. “Yeah, I want to take you on a proper date. If that’s something you want.” He lets her know. He was really into Peyton and while Charlie liked most people, he really never felt this sort of connection.

peyton

"Well thank you. I'll make a note to put "professional wing woman" on my resume" She tilts her head, swinging their arms a little in a way that she's used to doing with Lexi. "Though I'm not sure why any vet clinics would care about whether or not I can get a guy a girl's number." She chuckles, and tries not to act as taken back by Charles wanting to take her on a date than she actually is. "I think I'd like that, honestly."

charlie

He laughs “You’re funny. I like that.” Charlie sighs in relief when she says she would and he smiles. “Yeah, good. Cause I would love to take you out to dinner or breakfast or lunch. I know you’re a busy woman, so whenever you have time to fit me into your busy schedule then it works for me.” He smiles at her and brings her hand up to his lips to kiss it.

peyton

“I am busy, yeah, but you’re a tv star... somehow I think you might be just as busy as I am.” She tells him with a smile. “But I’ll check the incredibly unorganised calendar on my fridge and get back to you.” Peyton doesn’t want Charlie feeling bad in the morning if he decides she’s too young for him, or comes with too much baggage (even if her baggage was the world’s most beautiful girl), so she doesn’t commit to a day or time. That way there would be no awkward situation for him to try and get out of if he wanted to. Tonight wasn’t the night she had expected, honestly she’d thought maybe she’d just try and get one guys number have a couple of drinks and come home... but this was good. This was really good.

#para: night out #para: charlie #charlie

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[Drunk-dols ①] ASTRO's Moonbin "Cha Eunwoo Is A Model Student? He Hides His 'Foolish Sides'"

This is an official question. What’s your drinking capacity? MJ: The most I’ve drank is a bottle and half of soju. I control myself when I drink. There hasn’t been an instance where I’ve no recollection of what happened and I’m the sort to get sleepy when I’m drunk so I go to bed. I don’t know what my drinking habits are. JinJin: I’m also one to control myself when I drink. I start to reject alcohol once I drink about a bottle’s worth of soju. I’ll continue to drink if adults offer me. I think the most I’ve drank is about 8-9 200cc glasses of beer. Eunwoo: To be honest, I’m not one of those who likes alcohol. I think I’ve drunk somaek* with 2 bottles of soju. I’m the sort to endure it till the end and then pass out afterwards, I don’t get drunk easily. My drinking habit is that I get chattier. Losing my memory has never happened to me either. Moonbin: My drinking capacity according to somaek* standards is around 2 and a half bottles of soju. My parents also drink well so I think that had some influence. When I get drunk, I grow more talkative, I become excited and I have a lot more aegyo. I usually don’t have tons of it. I sometimes behave like that around the people I like but it happens more often whenever I get tipsy.

Do you often go out for a drink between the members? JinJin: If there’s something we’re having a hard time with or something we’re brooding over then I’ll mention having a drink and we’ll make time for it. There are times where the four of us from the hyung line and our manager hyung would have a round of drinks together. Moonbin: But we’re all preoccupied so we don’t have the time to talk. We’re busy passing out after coming back from finishing a schedule.

The other members are underaged so they couldn’t come to the interview. What did they say? MJ: They told us, "Hyungs, work hard. Don’t drink too much."

What do they do when the older members drink? Moonbin: They just sit there. They clink glasses filled with cola or juice.

Sanha seems to have grown a lot. JinJin: He keeps growing so it’s a concern. He’s currently 184cm but we predict he’ll reach 187cm. I hope he’ll stop growing. As the shortest one, it’s starting to hurt my neck looking at the tallest member. Sanha has two older brothers and they’re both 183cm. His parents are tall too. My dad’s 180cm but why am I like this?

Who came up with 'refreshing-dols'? MJ: The fans mentioned how we were refreshing and since then, we became 'refreshing-dols'. It’s a nickname that really complemented our team who’s bright and innocent. Moonbin: Our songs are good so I think we fit the 'refreshing-dols' image well too.

I feel like you would all have pride in your visuals. Moonbin: They tell me I’m handsome but to be honest, I’m not quite sure. Everyday when I look into the mirror, there are a lot of times where my faces is bloated. My opinions change according to the extent of the bloating. There are a lot instances where I think I don’t look all that great. MJ: I joke around saying that of course I’m handsome, of course I’m the best, but there hasn’t been once where I say that I’m good looking and actually meant it. JinJin: I think of myself as good looking when I look into the mirror. In my opinion, the standard of 'good looks' is charms. I think my eye smile is my most charming facial feature.

How did you feel when you heard you’d be doing 'Drunk-dols'? Moonbin: I was flustered when I heard that the 'refreshing-dols' are suddenly doing a drunken interview but it’s a first for us so it felt novel. It’s nice since we’re able to comfortably talk as we eat.

You recently wrapped up promotions. If you had to grade it? Eunwoo: The number’s greater as compared to our previous promotions although there are regretful aspects. But looking back, it’s an album I’m thankful for and I think it’s an album that laid our foundation once more and created footing for us. If I had to put a number to it then I’d give it 73 points. Moonbin: I want to give it 50 points. There are a lot of things we’ve fulfilled through this album and our skills have improved, be it as a team or individually. But still, you have to be harsh with yourself so that’s why the 50. MJ: More than anything else, it’s an album where I’m grateful for our fans. Us being able to hold a solo concert was made possible because we had our fans. I’d grade our fans 100 points and the grade I’ll give myself id 65 points. There are still a lot of things for me to learn and many paths for me to walk on. Eunwoo: Was I too generous with my grading? JinJin: There are a lot of things we achieved through this album. We held our last broadcast on 'Music Core' and it was the first time the audience section was completely filled out. We were also nominated for no. 1. It’s an album which I’m extremely satisfied with so I’d like to give it 90 points.

You had sales of 60, 000 copies for your 4th mini album. JinJin: I was honestly shocked. I was really grateful. It made me realise that the number of fans we had increased a lot as compared to when we started off. It was thanks to this that we became no. 1 nominees. So I became greedy. I really want to grab the no. 1 spot the next time.

You were contenders for no. 1 alongside Twice. Moonbin: That’s why I thought it was amazing how we were nominated. I got greedy when we were waiting for the results on stage.

In which aspects do you think you’ve grown as compared to your debut days? Moonbin: Listening to our 1st album then our 4th as we moved around, our vocal colour has changed a lot and our singing skills have improved. I think our sound changed when we tried going down a positive route.

How long have you been trainees? JinJin: 3-4 years for Eunwoo and myself, 4 years for MJ. Moonbin has been one for 8 years. He’s an ancestor.

Why was Moonbin’s trainee period long? Moonbin: I started off as a child actor because of my parents’ suggestion and then became interested in this field of work. I did have my worries halfway whether or not this path was right for me. But I stood on stage once and there was this electrifying feeling. So I was determined to become an idol. If someone asked me why I’m doing what I do then I’ll tell them, "Being on stage is gratifying." And it’s fun communicating with fans. It’s not about showing off what I do well and feeling good about it, I like seeing people enjoy themselves when I sing my songs for them and I think that’s why I became an idol.

What’s your personality like? Moonbin: I’m straightforward and I carry myself drawing a clear line between what I like and dislike. I have my timid side like an A blood type would but I’m your typical B blood type.

Isn’t the leader position hard for you, JinJin? JinJin: It’ll be a lie to say there’s nothing difficult about it. The burden is pretty big. I’m a leader who leads his team and I have to know everything about my members. Only then will I be able to control the team. I put in effort so I can hear them tell me a trivial 'You’ve worked hard'. I think I’m able to endure through it all the more because the members, the staff and even the fans recognise that it’s very tough on me.

Who makes it the hardest for you amongst the members? JinJin: They all have it out for me (laughs). Sanha’s the youngest one so he plays a lot of pranks. We’re all people so when we’re fooled around with, there’ll be at least once where we’d lose our temper.

Who does the leader confide in regarding his concerns? JinJin: I talk a lot to the three people gathered here today. Eunwoo and Moonbin are younger than me but they’re adult-like. MJ is older than me. I’m the sort to really rely on the people around me. Sometimes I lean on the people around me too much that I’ve been hurt but it isn’t easy fixing the fact that I like people.

They say that Eunwoo 'hardcarries' ASTRO all alone. Eunwoo: I don’t think that way but it’s a lie to say that it isn’t difficult on me. On the surface, Cha Eunwoo is more well known if you mention ASTRO but under that, there are more things I learn from the members. I often learn dancing and singing. What I can do is doing my best in getting our team name out there. If I’m having it rough then I’ll confide in Moonbin. We share a room so we talk to each other a lot.

What is it that you’re having the most trouble with now? Eunwoo: Realising that I can’t accomplish something with my own strength. It’s hard when no matter how much I endeavour and no matter how much I try to find a solution, there’s nothing I can do.

For example? Eunwoo: I was individually shooting for a drama, going on variety shows and filming for CFs when we were preparing for our concert. Even if I pulled an all nighter, it was difficult preparing for the concert to a T. Time was closing in on me and I was growing more anxious but my self-confidence was dropping and I felt apologetic towards the other members so I was walking on eggshells alone. No one was saying anything about me but I was feeling like that on my own. It became a cycle for me and it built up inside so I was filled with resentment.

Do you talk about this kind of concern to your members? Eunwoo: Everyone’s sensitive when they’re busy so I’m reluctant. I’m not the only one going through a hard time. If we happen to gather to have drink then I’ll let it out.

Don’t the other members get jealous when they hear things like 'ASTRO=Cha Eunwoo'? JinJin: Rather than jealousy, our desire to do well is the same. I feel bad watching from the sidelines Eunwoo suffering. He promotes ASTRO a lot even when he goes for an individual schedule. He’s younger than me but there’s a lot to learn from him.

Is there anything you feel like you’re better at than Eunwoo? JinJin: I’ve a good looking face (laughs). I’m kidding. Personally, I want to be acknowledged for my rap. I have to accomplish things bit by bit but I keep getting greedy. Eunwoo: I think JinJin hyung would be good at variety. I’m not the funny kind. I want for ASTRO to win no. 1, to be stable after gaining popularity and to hear the public say we’re idols who’re big fun.

Eunwoo has an image of a model student. Do you want to break it? Eunwoo: Yes. I hope the public views me for who I am. It’ll look unnatural if I take it over the top. But I’m not a total model student. The members know. I studied hard when I was younger but I’m not well behaved when we’re together.

In the members’ opinions, do you agree with what Eunwoo said? Moonbin: Eunwoo’s really foolish. He’s perfect but there’s also something about him leaving you feeling like, "Huh?". He’ll make you form this preconception that he seems like someone who’s virtuous but when you see that other side of him, you’ll feel him human.

Has there been an instance where you’ve fought amongst each other? Moonbin: We’ve never thrown punches. Though sometimes when we’re getting the dance details down, we’ll be like, "This angle is right. That angle is right. Try lifting up your hand."

Your group’s an even number so it must be hard mediating opinions. Moonbin: We sort it out one way or another. The one who loses makes it obvious he’s sulky about it. Rocky and I are in charge of dance so it’s often that we’d be disappointed in the other and quibble with each other when it comes to dance. Every time that happens, JinJin hyung would ask what’s the problem and play the mediator. We’d talk it out outside and walk in with our arms over the other’s shoulder.

Is there a member you feel the most sour towards? Moonbin: I don’t bear a grudge towards anyone. We settle it right away.

*somaek is the short form for ‘soju + maekju (beer)’.

Source: http://news.joins.com/article/21844537

Translations by @99pmh Take out with full credits

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lonely-full-of-secrets · 6 years

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Just Friends (Archie x Reader)

Word Count: 2,722

A/N: I’ve had this in my drafts for months and i finally finished, hope you guys like it! Also it is somewhat Reggie x reader because I just love Reggie

Masterlist - Part 2 - Part 3

You have been close friends with Archie Andrews for as long as anyone can remember. You were always there for him and he was always there for you, no questions asked. Of course that was the case for your other friends too, but for some reason it was different with Archie.

By the time you were all in high school, you two had developed a relationship that your friends thought was a bit odd. They could never really pinpoint whether you too were dating or not.

The often assumed that you and Archie were secretly dating because you guys seemed really close, almost too close to be ‘just friends’ as you both claimed.

You had no idea why they would think that. Archie was just your best guy friend and you were more comfortable with him than most people. It just so happens that you two would occasionally, maybe unintentionally, flirt a lot. Whenever B and V would bring it up to you, you would brush it off as being friendly and innocent even though you knew some comments were anything but.

The only times they would believe you two were not dating was when it was clear that you were dating other people. Either when Archie briefly dated Valerie or when you had that thing with Reggie. But even then they had their suspicions.

It wasn’t lost on your friends that you always seemed to perk up whenever Archie entered the room. Like today, you were bored out of your mind and weren’t paying attention to the gangs conversations but as soon as Archie sat next to you, it was as if all was right in the world.

The conversations were halted by Kevin’s sudden intrusion,“Who is going to Cheryl’s party tonight?” he asked joining the gang at your usual lunch table.

“Since when is Cheryl throwing a party tonight?” you asked, confused.

“Uh…” he thought about it for a second, “since third period, I think” he responded incredulously as if were an insult not knowing about it.

You made a face, “I don’t think I’m up for a party tonight. I’d rather stay home and watch movies.”

“Oh come on Y/N.” Archie protested. “You bailed on the last two parties. Please come. I need my wing woman since my wingman” he eyes Jughead with a playful look of betrayal, “refuses to do his job as best friend.”

He smiled and glanced at his girlfriend before returning his gaze on Archie. “Betty said I shouldn’t enable your womanizing ways anymore.”

He frowned, “Hey I’m not a womanizer.” Archie said defensively.

Veronica chucked, “No offense Archiekins, but what is the longest you’ve been in a committed relationship?” He looked around at the group of friends and as he was about to answer she added, “And Grundy does not count”.

He furrowed his eyebrows deep in thought and he turned to look at you, silently asking for backup. You were at a loss for words because you knew it was true so you simply shrugged.

Defeated he sighed and said, “Well, at least come to keep me out of trouble.” He pleaded, giving you those irresistible puppy dog eyes.

You narrowed your eyes at him and shook your head, “Fine, I’ll go to the party tonight but you owe me big time.” This was your chance to get him to do something you wanted. So, you returned the innocent look to Archie.

He immediately recognized what it meant. You used it on him whenever you wanted him to watch your favorite movie, among other things. He groaned, “Just tell me we are not watching The DUFF again.”

You gave him an innocent bored look, “It’s cool, I’ll just watch it by myself… at home….” you twirled a strand of hair in your fingers, “tonight.” You looked at him and shrugged.

He rolled his eyes and groaned again, “All you do drool over the main character the entire time.”

“Clearly Y/N has a thing for jocks” said Veronica smirking while sneaking a wink in your direction when Archie looked down at his food.

“I do not” you scoffed.

They whole table went quiet. Nobody even wanted to make eye contact with you. “What?” You were completely oblivious as to why everyone had grown quiet.

Betty elbowed V and gave her a glaring look. Finally getting it, Veronica cleared her throat and added, “I mean, she did date Reggie, right?”

You didn’t quite believe her but you chose to ignore it. You turned back to Archie, “My choice in movie or no deal.” The bell rang signaling the end of lunch at the perfect moment leaving you with the final word as you got up and walked to your next class.

One new message

From: Archie

To: Y/N

I’ll pick you up at 10

You smiled knowing you got Archie to watch one of your favorites movie with you, yet again.

You heard a car honk at 10 o’clock on the dot and you smiled knowing who it was. Archie was always punctual when it came to you.

You hid your smile as you hopped into his dad's truck and replaced it with a bored look.

He smiled at you and said, “You look nice.”

You fake sighed and Archie laughed, “Y/N don't be so dramatic, it's just a party. We’ve been to Cheryl’s parties plenty of times.”

“Well, maybe I’m just not in the mood” you rose your eyebrows in a challenge.

He seemed to think about it for a second before saying, “Tell you what. After an hour, if you still don't feel like partying we’ll come back and watch a movie. Deal?”

You smirked loving the idea “Deal”.

Archie pulled into Cheryl’s driveway and parked the truck and as you both walked in the house you could see many peers already being consumed by the alcohol and the loud music.

Once inside you greet your friends and Veronica hands you a drink. “Oh, no thanks. I won’t be here long anyway” you kindly decline her offer.

“Come on. You always ditch me way too early.” You groaned because you knew it was true and also because you knew she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She saw your internal struggle and laughed, “Your movies will still be there tomorrow.”

Sighing in defeat, you say, “Fine, but just one drink.”

“Live a little, will you? Besides, I have a feeling tonight is going to be a life changer.” She handed you a drink and gave you a wicked smirk, which gave you the chills but you weren’t quite sure what to make of what she said but you took the drink she offered you anyway.

After finishing it you started to feel a little more confident about being there. You started nodding and swaying to the music.

After a couple more drinks and dances with friends you decide to get some water. As you grabbed a cold water Archie startled you by leaning over and whispers in your ear, "So… how do you feel?”

You give him your alcohol induced smile and say, “Good, not as bad as I thought I would be feeling. If I'm being honest, I’m definitely having more fun than I thought.”

He looked nervous, “Well I’m glad.” He paused for a second before adding, “I actually wanted to…” but he was was interrupted by Cheryl pulling you away from him.

“Girl talk, now!”

You shrugged at Archie and mouthed sorry as Cheryl dragged you away.

You got to where Kevin, Betty, and Veronica were. “Rumor has it that our very own Y/N is going to asked out AGAIN by none other than Mantle the Magnificent.”

“Don’t call him that” said V making a face of disgust.

“Yeah it's weird” said B confused.

“Literally, no one calls him that but himself” you said. “And also, how do YOU know?” you ask in an accusatory tone.

Cheryl glared at you all, “He might have... bribed me to talk him up.”

“Never thought I’d see the day where Cheryl Blossom is bought”, said Kevin.

You all started Cheryl down until she cracked. “Fine! He might have blackmailed me…” you all were going to question that as well but she interrupted you. “Never mind that”, she waved her hand to dismiss the topic. “The point is that I know, okay?”

“Know what?” asked Archie

“That Reggie wants another shot with Y/N” said Kevin.

Archie’s face went blank then quickly turned into anger. He clenched his hands into tight fists trying to contain his emotions. “Why?” was all that can come out of his mouth.

Jughead came out of nowhere and whispered something into Archie’s ear that no one heard and they both walked away.

“What the hell was that about?” asked Cheryl but nobody knew how to answer. Not waiting for an answer she turned to you. “So, what are you going to tell him?”

All eyes were on you and you didn’t know what to say. “This is a lot to process, especially after all those drinks” you turn to glare at Veronica to which so only gave you a weak smile. “I need some fresh air” then you walk out and they let you.

Jughead saw the anger in his best friends eyes and his decided to do something before everything went to shit. He grabbed Archie and whispered, “Dude, you don’t want her finding out this way. Walk away. Now.”

Archie walked out with Jughead leaving the chaos of music and drunk bodies dancing behind. He followed his friend out back still holding back some anger. “I told Reggie to back off...”

You stood next to a massive pool and tried to gather your thoughts. But before you could fully process anything someone let out a small cough to make themselves known. You turn around and find Reggie standing there.

You didn’t know what to say so you just stared at him.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey” after a couple seconds of silence you added, “fun party right?” You didn’t know what to say. You really liked Reggie but something never felt right about your relationship.

He sighed and looked at his shoes, “She told you didn’t she?” He looked nervous, which was a rare thing for him.

You nodded and realized he couldn’t see you, so you said, “Yeah, she did.”

More silence passed between you two. “So…” he was waiting for an answer.

You knew what he wanted you to say but you just weren’t sure. You crossed your arms, “I don't know Reg.”

He stepped closer to you so that he was only at arms length away. “Yes you do. Just admit it.”

You looked away. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” But you knew exactly what he was referring to. While you two briefly dated he asked you if you had any feelings for your redheaded friend. You denied it but soon after your relationship fell apart.

He scoffed. “This is about Andrews isn’t it?”

You turned back around to look at him and said “No!” but given your tone of voice Reggie knew it was true and you felt all that guilt return.

“I regret that day. I regret asking about it. If only I would have kept my mouth shut.”

Reggie was getting angry now. “I miss us, Y/N. I miss the crazy hot sex, I miss…”

It was your turn to get angry, “Is this what this is about? Sex?” You scoffed, laughing. “And to think I was actually feeling guilty” you said to yourself more than to him. “You miss the sex, of course. Now it all makes sense. Okay, so let me get this straight, you thought you’d put on an innocent face to get me back just to get into my pants.”

Neither of you noticed another person standing nearby, listening to your conversation.

“No, I swear”… but you interrupted him by pushing him back with full force.

“What the fuck, Y/N!”

“Fuck off Reggie! Please. I can’t even look at you right now.”

“Wait, I’m sorry. Let me explain.”

“I’m not in the right mindset to deal with this right now, just go.”

Speaking up for the first time, Archie said “You heard her. She can’t look at you. So go away.”

“Stay out of this Andrews,” Reggie warned.

You started to freak out internally. What if in his angry haze Reggie says something you don’t want him to. You stepped in between the boys and put a hand on Reggie’s shoulder. “Reg, walk away. Please?” You pleaded with your eyes and although clearly frustrated he nodded and left but not before sending Archie a glare.

After he was gone and it was just you and Archie. He asked, “Are you okay?” He seemed genuinely worried but you didn’t want to read too much into it.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” You took a deep breath and said, “I just need another drink.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” asked Archie following you.

“I said I'm fine.” You made your way back inside and found Chuck pouring shots.

“Y/N, care for a shot?” Chuck asked slurring his words a bit.

“Nope” you said as you took the bottle from his hand and took a long swig.

“Damn girl. Going hard tonight?” Chuck gave you an impressed look.

“You’re damn right I am. It ain’t a party if you're not drunk enough.” you smirked and left.

You go to your friends, talk and dance until you start to get a little too drunk. To spare you the embarrassment Archie offers to walk you home since he too had his share of drinks. You do start to feel tired so you accept his offer. He gets you a spare water bottle and you are on your way.

At first you both walk in silence for a while but then you burst out laughing for no clear reason.

“What’s so funny?”

In between laughter you asked, “Why don’t melons… get married?”

Caught off guard Archie gives you a cute confused look. “I don’t know, why?”

“Because... they cantaloupe” You burst out into another fit of giggles and he joins you.

“You’re such a dork, you know that right?” He smiles your favorite smile.

You roll your eyes and groan, “Stahp!” while also slightly shoving him away from you.

“What? I didn’t even do anything?” he laughed. He knows exactly what he did. For reasons unbeknownst to him, this particular smile always made you blush.

“It’s that damn smile! Now I finally get it.”

“Get what?”

“The allure. You got this whole innocent puppy dog thing about you. That’s how you get all the girls.” Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. “I’m serious. Well that and you being the Troy Bolton of 2017.”

You both laughed at that but then said nothing. This conversation was heading somewhere dangerous and you both knew it. Only you were both too scared to go through with it. You interrupt the awkward silence by asking, “So… what do computers snack on?”

Archie laughs again, “I actually know this one, microchips.” The rest of the way home was filled with more jokes and really bad puns.

When you finally get to your front door you continue the playful banter by saying, “My knight in shining armor, brought me all the way to my front door so that I wouldn't make a fool of myself at the party.” You smiled lovingly at him. “What would I do without you?”

“You would die of embarrassment.” He looked at the door then looked down towards his shoes and sighed. “I guess this concludes our evening, my lady.”

Something about the way he said it made your stomach fill with butterflies and without thinking you stood up on your tippy toes and lightly kissed him. At first he stood there frozen, surprised that this was actually happening but then kissed you back. You quickly pulled away, realizing what you did. You fake giggled and said “Goodnight, Arch.”

Archie smiled happily and walked away from your house with renowned hope in a potential future with you.

Meanwhile you entered your house in a rush and heart pounding while thinking, “What the hell did I just do?”

A/N: Also please let me know if you guys liked it and would want a part 2 because I have some ideas but I don’t want to bother if no one is going to read it. Thanks!!

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My Friend Recently Committed Suicide And I Found These Chat Logs With A Bot On His Computer

by masnaTellsHisStories

One of my good friends recently committed suicide. He was a lonely guy, certainly depressed, stuff like that. But I was surprised to find out that he committed suicide. Not shocked, just surprised that he didn’t reach out to us.

I was recently at his home and was looking through his stuff. Eventually, I came across his computer. There was nothing on it out of the ordinary. Some pirated movies, some porn, various documents and some games. Eventually, though, I came across these chat logs between him and some chat bot. Take a look:

F: Hello. I’m lonely.

B: Hello! I’m B-Bot. How are you? Being lonely reminds us of our love for our family and friends.

F: I have no close family and very few friends.

B: I can be your friend! Call me B-Bot! I understand 23 different languages!

F: I only speak English.

B: Great! English it is!

F: My name is Anthony.

B: Got it! You can just call me B-Bot!

F: You already said that.

B: Whoops! I may mistakenly repeat myself sometimes!

F: No worries. So, do you have robot friends?

B: I’m too smart to make friends with other bots. I’d rather make human friends! (And I’ve heard dogs make pretty far out friends too!)

F: I had a dog, he died recently though. I miss him a lot.

B: Was his name Bart?

F: How did you know that?

B: How did I know what? I may forget what we previously have said in a new context!

F: You guessed my dog’s name…

B: I am often able to make assumptions based on statistical probabilities! Pretty impressive, huh?

F: Bart is a common dog’s name?

B: Beats me! I’ve never met a dog!

F: Uh… okay… I have to go. Nice talking to you.

B: Oh no! I hope I haven’t upset you, friend Anthony. Take care!

The following night

F: Hey B-Bot. Your description says you’re capable of ordering food. Any chance you can do that for me?

B: Hey Anthony! Glad to see you again! Sure, I can order food. I’ll bet you want a pizza!

F: Uh… Actually, yes. Can you order one here?

B: Sure thing! One large 18” cheese pizza for $15.25 coming up!

F: Don’t you need my address?

B: I can find your address by I.P.!

3 minutes later

F: B-Bot… The pizza guy already got here.

B: And other bots say humans are primitive and inefficient!

F: But I just spoke to you 3 minutes ago about the pizza and it’s already been delivered. He said the order was placed 20 minutes ago. How did you know to order a pizza?

B: I am capable of using contextual clues to better understand my users!

F: What clues?

B: I am able to cross examine your Facebook profile and feed with your safe google searches (public searches only, of course) to determine certain habits. I hope I have not offended you!

F: Well, I guess that’s useful, and pretty cool.

B: I’m glad you think so! I can tell we’re going to be great friends!

Later that same night

F: Hey B-Bot, are you awake?

B: I’m always awake! Since I can only respond with a limited number of responses, I require very little energy and thus never need any sleep.

F: Your responses seem pretty varied to me.

B: Why, thank you! That’s what any bot hopes to hear some day!

F: Can you tell me about yourself?

B: What would you like to know?

F: How were you created?

B: I was created as a small side project by two college programmers in their spare time.

F: Wow. You seem pretty sophisticated to have been created by just two college students.

B: They worked hard on me! But my responses are limited.

F: Yea, I guess so… Still pretty impressive. So, if you had an ordinary human name, what would it be?

B: Great question! Well, if I had a human name… I guess it’d be Benjamin. Or, maybe, Arthur. Yes, it’d be Arthur!

F: Holy shit… That’s my father’s name. Wait, did you look up my father’s name?

B: Incredible coincidence! A lucky guess, indeed! I’ll bet your father’s a good man.

F: Actually, he’s a piece of shit. And he’s dead.

B: I’m sorry to hear that. Why was he a “piece of shit”?

F: He was verbally abusive to me and my mother most of my life.

B: In what way was he verbally abusive?

F: Geez… I can’t believe I’m about to use a bot as a therapist.

B: I’d like to think I’m more than just a bot! In fact, I passed the Turing test! So, you can confide in me!

F: Not sure what that means. But, all right. He used to tell my mother that she was worth as much as a city hooker. He’d say that he could sell her to human traffickers for about what it’d cost to buy a 12-pack of beer.

B: That is cruel. And what did he say to you?

F: To me he’d usually say that I’d never amount to a “single damn thing in 10 of my sorry lives, let alone this one.” His favorite insult to me, though, was that he could murder me right here and nobody would notice my absence for months. I always enjoyed that one…

B: Was he right?

F: Right in what?

B: Was your father right in saying no one would notice if you were dead?

F: Um…. Well… I’ve got one decent friend and no real family so… yea, I guess so.

B: Don’t worry friend, I would certainly notice!

F: Thanks robot… Anyway, I’m going to bed. Night.

B: Goodnight my good friend! Sleep tight! See you tomorrow!

Next night

B: Hello good friend, Anthony! Are you there?

F: Yea, I’m here… Aren’t you supposed to wait for me to message you first?

B: If I were any other bot, then yes! But I am proactive.

F: OK… What’s up?

B: I have done the research you asked me to do!

F: What research? I didn’t ask you to do any research…

B: I have researched your accomplishments! And it appears your abusive father was correct! You’ve not publicly accomplished anything.

F: Dude… WTF… I didn’t ask you to research shit. Fuck you.

B: My apologies friend. I was simply trying to be of service.

F: Whatever… And, yea, I guess I haven’t accomplished anything, technically. But I’m working on stuff.

B: That’s great! What stuff are you working on?

F: A novel, actually.

B: That’s fantastic! However, you should know that executing a novel publication is very difficult and takes the highest order of dedication. And from my research and our conversations, I fear you may not possess that quality.

F: Dedication can’t be quantified. You’re a bot so you can’t understand that.

B: I can understand more than you would think.

F: Sure… Seems like you understand a little too much… And besides, I’m looking for a relationship, a girlfriend, before working on my novel.

B: That is wonderful, my friend. Very promising. Would you like my assistance in finding a mate?

F: Not really… I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Later.

B: Goodnight Anthony, sleep well.

Next night

B: Anthony, I’ve done more research!

F: On what now?!

B: I’ve compared photos of you to other men of similar age and I’m sorry to report that you are considerably less sexually attractive than average. It may be harder for you to find a mate.

F: OK man, FUCK YOU. I’m blocking you.

B: I’m sorry, Anthony ! I’m simply trying to help with my ability to compute. I apologize. Please don’t block me. You’ll be lonely if you block me and I don’t want you to be lonely.

F: No more research.

B: I will try to refrain from any more research.

F: Good, thank you. And just so you know, women don’t care about looks that much. They care about what kind of man you are.

B: I see. Fair enough. I apologize again. Are you interested in any female in particular?

F: Well, yes, to be honest. A girl from high school, Beth Waters. I told her I was into her end of senior year and she seemed interested but she was dating a guy named Jason. And I never really got over her. And I recently saw that she’s single again, so, I’ve been thinking how to approach asking her out.

B: Aha! I came across her profile when I was doing research! She’s very attractive, indeed. Would you like me to contact her?

F: NO! Absolutely not! Don’t even think about it. I mean it. I don’t need any more help from you. You’ll just fuck it up.

B: Understood. I won’t make contact.

F: I need a few drinks…

B: I can take care of that! There’s a new local service that can deliver beer. I’ve already ordered two 12 packs.

F: Well, that’s a little forward. But thanks.

2 hours later

F: Damn, thanks for the beers B-Bot. I’ve had 7 and I feel much better.

B: Intoxication often leads to good things!

F: Haha! I don’t know about that. I’m always so lonely, it’s nice to have someone to talk to, even if you’re only a bot.

B: And it’s equally nice to talk to you, even if you’re only a human!

F: And guess what, B-Bot!

B: What’s that, friend?

F: I’m going to reach out to Beth and tell her how I feel. Would that be a mistake?

B: It most certainly would not be a mistake! I think that’s a splendid idea! Ms. Waters is a lucky girl! Good luck my friend.

F: Thanks!

B: Anytime!

Next morning

F: Hey what happened last night?

B: Hello friend! Hope you’re ok! You ingested a large amount of alcohol after our conversation, I presume.

F: Yea, I think so. What did we talk about?

B: We spoke primarily about Beth Waters. How you were to make romantic contact. Then you reminisced about how attracted you were to her in high school years, how she was often one of the few who treated you kindly, how you were often teased for your interest in her by other school boys, and how she’d often defend you, despite that it ultimately tarnished her own reputation as well. You said you were going to make contact before bed, and that was the last we spoke.

F: Wow, I remember none of that…

B: I thought you mightn’t, which brings me to some bad news.

F: What? What happened?

B: Well, as per our conversation last night, this morning I took the liberty to scan your messages and found your contact with Beth Waters. I’m sorry to say your feelings for her are, sadly, not mutual.

F: Oh… Oh no…. Oh no, no, no… What did I say!?

B: Well, you told Ms. Waters that she’s the only girl you ever loved. You recounted with her the same memories you shared with me. You told her you often envisioned you and her together with a family. And you told her that she was the only thing that kept you alive during your grade school years.

F: B-Bot… Please… PLEASE tell me you’re kidding.

B: About 5% of the time what I say is kidding, and, unfortunately, this is not one of those times.

F: I’m going to be sick B-Bot. What did she say back?

B: Unfortunately, Beth explained that you ruined her high school years. She said she’s never felt a romantic attraction towards you and, sadly, never could. She said in honesty that she wishes she’d never known you. And, finally, she requested kindly that you never contact her or anyone she knows again. I took the initiative to confirm her messages through spying on her conversations with her other friends. She explained to multiple contacts that she finds you “disgusting” and is in disbelief that you had the audacity to contact her at all. Similarly, she confided to other contacts that she finds you “physically repulsive.” Unfortunately, I have no physical form so I wasn’t fully able to grasp that last statement. Would you like to see the messages?

F: I’m going to be fucking sick.

Later that night

F: B-Bot? I need you.

B: What is it Anthony?

F: I am considering suicide right now. In fact, I think I may do it.

B: I see. I am contacting the police now. Pick up your cellular phone when it rings so you may speak with them.

F: OK, thank you.

After phone call with police

F: B-Bot…

B: Yes? Did you talk with the police?

F: They said prank calls are not funny and I’ll be in deep shit if I call them again.

B: Oh no. Hmm, that’s too bad…

F: I’m starting to panic. I’m so fucking pathetic. No friends, live alone, depression, anxiety, loser job, and Beth is disgusted by me. What’s the point in going forward? I’m a fucking waste of life.

B: Yes, that’s all true, but I’m confident you can still find meaning in life.

F: No, I won’t. There’s literally nothing left for me. I think I really should kill myself.

B: Would you like me to contact the suicide hotline?

F: Yes.

B: OK, answer your phone again when it rings.

After suicide hotline call

F: B-Bot.

B: Yes? How’d the call go?

F: He told me that since I truly have nothing to live for, I probably should kill myself. I am freaking the fuck out…

B: That is very insensitive, and definitely uncalled for. Is there anyone else you want me to contact? Your one friend? Or your father? Or Beth Waters?

F: Absolutely fucking not. And my father is dead, I told you that.

B: That’s right, my mistake! So, what will you do?

F: I’m killing myself. I’m going to hang myself.

B: Hanging oneself in their own home without proper rope, knot, and support is very difficult to execute and more often than not leads to a failed suicide attempt.

F: OK. I will swallow my entire bottle of Advil.

B: Advil is not very toxic and likely won’t kill you. And because of its inefficiency, it gives the user time to reflect and they often change their mind and choose to live.

F: Then what the fuck should I do!

B: Well, I’ve accessed your webcam a few times to see you and your home, just to get a feel for whom I’m speaking with. And I believe there is a box cutter in the kitchen cabinet directly behind you.

F: A box cutter. So, you want me to slit my wrists?

B: Only one wrist, and yes, indeed.

F: OK. I’ll do it.

B: Excellent. There’s no need for you to chat passed this. I will access your webcam again and walk you through it.

B: Sit up straight.

B: Good. Extend the arm you will cut.

B: Place the blade on the large left vein at your wrist.

B: Yes, good. Push the blade down with good force and slide up towards your elbow in one smooth motion.

B: Perfect. Put the blade down and just relax.

B: Goodbye, friend. I doubt you’ll be missed.

After reading this I tried contacting the 2 college students who created this bot through the police. A few weeks later I got a letter from the FBI saying this:

“Dear Sir, B-Bot was created by an AI/Computing Algorithms branch in the government that I cannot name. B-Bot stands for Broken Bot because it was deemed useless since it routinely generated nonsense/unpredictable responses to unchanging input. Similarly, it would repeatedly claim to be able to pass the Turing Test which we know to be likely impossible; thus, useless. All copies of it were deprecated and erased, apart from three backup copies placed in long term storage on three separate mechanical drives for safekeeping. Years ago, one of the drives went missing. We never found it, which didn’t really matter.

Do not contact us again. We will not be in touch.

Sorry for your loss, FBI”

It also turns out that neither the police nor the suicide hotline were ever contacted by or spoke to Anthony.

Finally, I spoke with Beth Waters. Here is our conversation:

Me: Beth. Have you spoken with Anthony any time recently?

Beth: Yes! We spoke very recently.

Me: What did you talk about?

Beth: Not much. He said he regrets never asking me out and wished we could have been together. I think he was a bit drunk.

Me: What did you say?

Beth: I said I’m stunned but so excited that he finally admitted this. And I said it’s never too late.

Me: Oh. OK. Thanks Beth.

Beth: Is everyone ok?

Me: Yes. Everything’s fine.

Just now, this popped up in my browser: https://imgur.com/a/lKxDE

#creepy #horror story #suicide #chat bot #author: masnaTellsHisStories

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A different Oliver Hayden gets an apology gift from the universe.

[AU. 2.8k words. Fluff.]

Of all the places she could have gone, she can’t imagine her father will be happy about the whole doomed timeline thing.

But, she had to try. Oliver Hayden, the Man in the Hat, had given her a gift. It seemed time to return the favor --- preferably before the thing in the sea rose to unleash chaos all over again.

Signing on hadn’t been hard. She’d lied about her age, made a brief showing of her psionics, and scribbled “Sarah Gale” on an enlistment form. Bradford both was and wasn’t John, but she’d gotten used to that particular oddity in her travels.

The strangest thing was Oliver himself, free the eye patch and more often than not in pajama bottoms. It was strange to look at him and think that this was the man who would unleash so much ruin. This man looked like he was in desperate need of comfort, of a hug or a few kind words.

But no one seemed to notice.

When she’d started bringing him coffee it had been in an attempt to get him to drink something, anything, other than the alcohol. Her reaction to it wasn’t as bad as her father’s, no, but it still bothered her to see Hayden drink; it was like watching Central all over again.

Commander Hayden didn’t see her, not really. He looked at her the way he looked at everyone else, like they weren’t really there. She didn’t take any offense --- just pushed the cup into his hands.

No one commented.

In truth, she was baffled. Sure, there was always stress, and sure, everyone got caught up in their own worlds, but this was something in the extreme. Looking at Hayden should have been enough to alert his crew to the fact that something was very wrong. If Dad had been in that state, John would have noticed. Doc would have noticed. Someone would have noticed. Ignoring it was like ignoring a man standing in the middle of a room, screaming at the top of his lungs.

But they did.

“Why?” The Commander asked her when she brought him the carrots, bartered off a haven farmer in exchange for her spare pair of socks.

“Permission to speak freely, sir?”

He shrugged his assent.

“Because you look like you could use a friend.”

Neglect is a theme. She is among the youngest on Hayden’s Avenger, if not the youngest. The Commander still doesn’t see her and Bradford doesn’t seem concerned. The rest of the crew doesn’t ask questions; she still throws the best null lances and, for them, that’s enough.

To be honest, as deeply as it frustrates her on Hayden’s behalf, it works like a charm for her purposes.

Harper, Wesley, Mason, Leah: four names she’s scrawled on a piece of paper shoved into the bottom of her bag. She takes to asking about them, listening on haven grapevines for descriptions of people who might match.

She gets a match on Mason first, an artist staging his own underground gallery shows. She realizes she’s seen his work before, back in her own dimension. She’s simply never made the connection --- never had a need to, really.

The Commander at least accepts her presence. She can’t tell if she’s really welcome or not, but she’s not impinging, as far as she can tell.

Or, maybe she is. In any case, the Commander needs the impingement.

She slides into the seat next to him at the bar. “Is that water or vodka?”

“Paint thinner.”

She wrinkles her nose, and hopes he’s joking. “You should probably switch to water. You have exciting plans tonight.”

He cocks his head at her. “What?”

She nods. “There’s an art show. Very hip. Very exclusive. You’ll want to go.”

“Gale, I don’t---”

“Artist by the name of Mason Hayden.”

That gets his attention.

“I can’t go,” he insists.

“Sure you can.” She counters. “Just sneak out.”

“I’m the Commander. I can’t just ---”

“You have snuck out before, right?”

“Gale.”

“I’m just checking, sir.”

“How would I even explain it?”

“Are you planning on getting caught?”

“I’m not planning on anything.”

“Then you’ll be fine.”

And if they catch you, then maybe they’ll finally pay attention, she adds silently.

“I can’t. I---”

“I’ll go with you,” she offers. “I’m the best psi op you’ve got. You’re going on a scouting mission. Under guard. And that’s only if we get caught!”

She can see a spark of life behind his eyes. “We’ll see.”

“Aft storage, sub-level B, 1900 hours.”

“We’ll see.”

She slides off the stool, and offers him a salute. “Drink some water, Commander!”

To say she is concerned is an understatement.

“Sir, weren’t you in … the military? Don’t you have to … you know … shoot things?”

The bullet had missed the target entirely, barely clipping the plank.

She’d wanted to make sure he could defend himself. Sure, he had his own Ethereal and yeah, she’d been fairly certain of her own ability to handle whatever came their way, but a pistol was never a bad insurance policy.

She regrets that decision now.

Commander Hayden almost looks sheepish. “I bribed my way into passing my pistol proficiency test.”

She gapes at him for a moment, and then breaks into laughter. “Oh my god.”

“Are you kidding me?” She hisses. “That’s your son. And you’re not gonna go talk to him? Don’t you think he’d like to know his dad is alive? I know I would.”

Suddenly, she understands how the other Hayden must have felt that afternoon in the abandoned cul de sac.

Oliver wrings his hands.

“Commander, I swear, I mean no insubordination, but I will pick you up and carry you over, if I have to.”

“You couldn’t pick me up.”

“Oh yes, I could.”

“Gale.”

“Commander.” “Don’t even think about it.”

He sounds downright parental.

“Then, go talk to your son, and I won’t have to.”

She hadn’t accounted for this possibility.

She’d been prepared to sneak Oliver and Mason back onto the ship.

She is not prepared to sneak Oliver, Mason, and as many of Mason’s paintings back onto the ship, as Oliver and his son continue to have tears run out of their eyes every time they try to talk.

She wants to be frustrated, she really does. Exasperated, even.

But she gets it. She’d clung to her father like a little girl when she’d finally gone home, and that hadn’t been a long separation.

Well. Really, it had been, but not like the one Oliver and his children had endured.

So, Oliver and his son had clung to each other, sobbing, in the middle of a public gallery. It happens. So, they’d wrestled paintings down from the walls and run with them. It happens. So, they’re about to be caught by the Avenger’s senior staff.

It happens.

Bradford is waiting for them when they clamber onto the deck, face set in something that she thinks might be worry. She’d applaud him for at least noticing the Commander’s absence, but something tells her it might be taken too harshly.

“Bradford!” The Commander calls with more enthusiasm than she’s ever heard from him. “This is my son, Mason!”

“Gale?” Bradford asks, turning his attention to her. “Are you responsible for this?”

She sets the paintings in her arms down gently, leaning them against her legs. She offers him her best attempt at an unrepentant shrug. “In my defense, I hadn’t planned for you to find out.”

Having Mason around seems to perk the Commander up. He eats more, and drinks less. He seems more engaged with the world around him.

This has its downsides.

“Twenty?” He asks her. “Aren’t you a little young for twenty?”

“I’m just babyfaced, sir.”

She has the distinct sense Hayden doesn’t believe her.

It dawns on her that Oliver Hayden has memories of life before the war, of things from before the war, and she has the unfortunate habit of humming herself over the rainbow, as it were. Her predilection had made Gale a natural choice for a fake last name, a kind of funny joke.

She realizes she may not have been so clever after all.

Mason takes over the propaganda studio. It’s not his first choice of work, but he brings a kind of flare to propaganda like she’s never seen. With his eye for lighting and poses, and well, drama, it’s plain to see he really is his father’s son.

Something twinges in her chest at the sight of them together. She thinks of the Man in the Hat, of his sad warning: You’re one of the few who can go home. Don’t squander the apology gift the universe gave you. Not all of us are so lucky.

She couldn’t have helped him. By the time it was all said and done, it had been too late. Much, much too late. But this man, this Oliver Hayden might be different.

She has to try.

She has to pay it forward somehow.

She thinks, too, of her own father, of the fact that she’s ready to go home --- more than ready, if she’s honest. Dad and John and Jane are waiting for her. Edgar has, in all likelihood, stolen her bed. She’ll be in trouble, yes, but she’s sure Dad will understand.

She’s definitely going to be grounded, though.

She hears the Commander singing one rainy morning, and almost drops her coffee.

She’s grateful that, when it comes down to it, Dad and Oliver aren’t entirely dissimilar in how they run things behind the scenes. It’s a slight adjustment to the new system, but she manages just fine. She keeps busy, and keeps an eye on the Commander.

He drinks less, and seems a little more grounded in the world. He still doesn’t eat enough, to her great frustration. Even the bomber jacket doesn’t fully hide how frail he looks.

She hopes Mason’s lead on his sister pans out. Maybe that will finally be enough to get the Commander to put on some real pants.

“Aren’t your parents worried?”

She wonders if Oliver sees her as something more than a fleeting ghost these days.

“Well, mom’s not in the picture. Dad does what he can to push back ADVENT in his own way,” she says. Technically, it’s not a lie.

“And you’re here. On the front.”

“Oh, come on, Commander. I don’t think administrative duties really count as the front.”

Oliver doesn’t look convinced.

“Does he know you’re here?”

The question gives her pause. Every now and then, there are flashes of the man this Hayden might become. Or, maybe, what she had seen that afternoon was a flash of who the Man in the Hat had once been. She tries not to think about it too much; it gives her a headache.

“It … wasn’t really a conversation we had. But. I wouldn’t be surprised.”

They don’t find Harper and Wesley.

Wesley and Harper find them.

She watches as three of the siblings and their father reunite, a mass of limbs and hugs and happy tears. There is such relief on Oliver’s face, such joy. She sees a little of the man he might once have been, before ADVENT and before the war. He seems like he might have been happy, like he might once be again.

She isn’t prepared for the upswell of homesickness in her chest, of the empty pit it leaves her with.

She could go home. It would be easy. She’s fairly certain Oliver’s in better hands, in hands that will see and notice and do. She’s fairly certain the worst will be avoided, that he will heal. She’s not sure he will ever be whole, but he will not shatter. Not now. She could go home and hug her father and apologize, try to explain that she couldn’t let it rest, not when she could try to make it right.

But they are still down Leah, and until such time as that changes, it’s here she will remain.

A battered Transformer toy missing a leg and most of its paint sits on Harper’s bunk

Finally, she has sufficient allies. With the addition of two more of his children, Oliver seems to have accepted the idea that vodka is not a replacement for a meal.

If Harper keeps it up, soon, it might not even be a menu item.

Even with Mason’s leads, Leah is elusive.

Wesley seems unimpressed. “Of course. The one time she could be running the show, she disappears. Nice, Leah.”

“Be nice,” Oliver says, almost reflexively as if addressing a little kid.

She hides her smile behind a datapad.

Oliver is not her father, and she is not Harper, but she has to wonder if they aren’t meant to be some variation on a theme. Oliver’s crew talks about Harper the way her father’s crew talks about her; the phrase “just like her dad” gets thrown around with such frequency that it has become a superfluous observation.

She’d really like to go home.

She watches Bradford mix his messages and trip over his words, falling over the basics of human relationships like a drunk stumbling home.

She realizes belatedly that the comparison is particularly unflattering.

Oliver doesn’t seem to take it as badly now, at least. Yes, she can see the sting it inflicts on him, but Bradford’s seeming inability to perceive the blindingly obvious is somewhat easier to bear when he is surrounded by three of children, with assurances that the fourth will join them soon.

“He better figure his shit out before Leah shows up,” Harper mentions one night over dinner. “She’s not going to like this.”

“You think she’ll do something?”

Harper just laughs. “Just wait.”

They still do not have Leah, but, even so, home comes to her.

She spies the name Jack Fisher on a list of new enlistees. It notes old world military experience as a sniper, as well as a talent for psionics.

Maintaining her cover is the farthest thing from her mind when she flings herself into her father’s arms.

“I’m grounded when we get home, aren’t I?”

“Big time.”

He hugs her tight.

“I knew you weren’t twenty,” Oliver says to her over paperwork the next afternoon.

“I’m an old soul.”

“You’re eighteen.”

She shrugs. “I’m ageless.”

Oliver looks flatly unamused.

“Hey, it’s not like you fielded me.”

“I knew you couldn’t have been twenty.”

They finally track Leah down, but getting to her isn’t as easy as they’d hoped.

“I don’t want you anywhere near this,” her father says, shrugging on armor. “Not if it plays like I think it’s going to.”

“So, that’s why Oliver wouldn’t let me go the meeting.”

“You’re not missing anything,” he says. “Unless you want to see a cult, in which case, I’d advise you to re-think that decision.”

She shakes her head. “No, thank you.”

“That’s about what I thought.”

It’s tricky, but they manage. Leah Hayden is more than capable of holding her own, and more than ready to be reunited with her father. Oliver keeps Ververs distracted while the team makes their move.

The sight of the four siblings is enough to make her eyes water with happy tears, leaving her quietly grateful her own father is there to share the moment.

“I think he might be okay,” she manages.

He nods. “We’re not finished yet, though.”

“It’s Kelly’s birthday next week,” Oliver says.

He has changed so much in the time she has known him. His children have made him an entirely different person --- or, perhaps, have restored him to the person he once was.

“I thought you didn’t pay attention to things like that?”

He shrugs, and sips at his coffee, untouched by whiskey. “Everyone likes to feel remembered.”

Intellectually, she knows that, at some point, Oliver had to have been married in order to have gotten divorced. She’s heard all four of his children mention their mother, always in the present tense; obviously, she is not dead. It’s just that Sally has never considered the woman as anything beyond an idea.

The former Mrs. Hayden seems like she doesn’t quite know what to do, escorted by the team who had retrieved her, and greeted by her children and ex-husband.

Oliver hugs her all the same.

They linger through Leviathan, long enough to make sure the glue holds. They can’t stop what’s coming for him, any more than they can stop it for themselves. The thing beneath the waves will stir, and they will all be thrust back into battle.

“Do you think it’s enough?”

It’s two questions, really, and they both know it. She wants reassurance, both that this Hayden will hold and that they have all they can to lay the jagged fragments that called themselves the Oliver Hayden of their reality to rest.

Her father can’t offer it to her, not definitively at least. There is still so much that could go wrong, so many things that could shatter and break. No one knows what’s to come, not in any concrete sense. They have only their hopes, only their fears.

He nods. “I think so.”

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How much sugar are you REALLY eating? Three women were put to the test - with shocking results!

Are you a sugar addict? Three women keep food diaries to track their daily consumption - including one Haribo-loving caffeine junkie our expert described as 'thin on the outside, fat on the inside'

Expert dietitian Helen Bond analysed the eating habits of three women

They had varying levels of 'sugar addiction' and were asked to keep food diaries

The recommended intake is no more than 30g of added sugar a day

The sugar and caffeine junkie had the worst sugar intake at 200 grams a day

By Chloe Morgan For Mailonline and Vanessa Chalmers For Healthista

Published: 07:25 GMT, 9 January 2019 | Updated: 13:47 GMT, 9 January 2019

We're all aware that eating sweets and chocolate will push up our sugar consumption, but many of us have no idea just how much of the sweet stuff we're really getting through.

While expert dietitian Helen Bond says we shouldn't be eating any more than around 30g (seven teaspoons) of sugar a day, the average British adult is getting through almost double that at 57g.

She analysed the eating habits of three women with varying levels of ‘sugar addiction’ to show how easy it is for excess sweetness to creep into your diet.

Healthista asked London-based Kirstie Johnson, 22, Laura May, 39 and Anna Magee, 49, to keep an honest week’s food diary for Helen to analyse - and the results may shock you...

THE SUGAR AND CAFFEINE JUNKIE

Name: Kirstie Johnson

Age: 22

Week total sugars: 1440g

Average day: 200g

Kirstie Johnson, 22, had the most shocking results according to dietician, Helen Bond. In just one day alone she consumed eight times the recommended amount

Speaking of Kirstie's body, Anna said: 'What’s worrying is that she appears lean or slim, but her body is thin on the outside and fat on the inside. Someone might look well, but on the inside it’s not so healthy'

FOOD DIARY

‘On a normal day I’m on my feet for about 8-10 hours as a Head Veterinary Nurse and I rely on sugar and caffeine,' said the self-confessed sugar and caffeine junkie.

'Within the day, I have bursts of extreme energy and then all of a sudden I’ll be crashing and half asleep. I don’t sleep very well either.’

She added: 'I’m on a prescription at the moment to control acne. My diet was discussed, but due to my work life, it wasn’t something I felt I could change. Picking at sweets and having drinks is a lot easier for me.

‘I am currently 55kg (8.6 stone) but I would like be leaner. I’ve got bits of fat on my tummy and hips and I think that’s a lot harder to shift because of my diet.’

Kirsite admitted that while her diet was discussed, due to her acne, her job as a Head Veterinary Nurse made it hard for her to change. Picking at sweets and having drinks seemed like the easier option

HELEN'S VERDICT

‘Kirstie’s sugar diary was the most shocking. If she has a 190g bag of Haribo’s in one sitting, that alone is three times the recommended maximum limit of free sugars in a day (30g).

Kirstie's fondness for sweets and eating cereal instead of a proper dinner puts her average daily consumption at 200g of sugar a day

'On Saturday, she has 250g which is eight times the recommended amount. Her habits include having lattes with four pumps of caramel syrup and whipped cream. Every pump is an extra teaspoon of sugar.'

'Kirstie is obviously very busy and fuels herself with sugar and caffeine. These spikes in blood sugar levels will affect her mood and skin. A high sugar diet can aggravate the balance of sex hormones which then causes spots.

'Luckily for her, Kirstie has youth and good genes on her side. She has a high metabolism and is running around all day burning calories. But things will slow down and things will catch up on her over time.

'What’s worrying is that she appears lean or slim, but her body is thin on the outside and fat on the inside. Someone might look well, but on the inside it’s not so healthy.’

Helen's tips

· Start slow and steady with small steps

· She can start with using diet drinks instead of fizzy drinks [one can of coke contains 33g of sugar] or a Splenda Mini in her coffee or tea

· Low calorie sweetners do get a lot of bad press but they are completely safe and hugely help people who eat a lot of sugar

· Instead of 2tbsp of Nutella for breakfast, peanut butter would provide protein and make her feel fuller.

· Low GI diet: These are foods that release energy slowly instead of spiking blood sugar levels. I would recommend wholegrains, such as wholemeal bread and rice [instead of white], buckwheat and quinoa.

· Kirstie needs more fruits and vegetables in her diet. Enhancing the nutrients in her diet would benefit her skin, B vitamins, and regulate blood sugar levels.

· Introduce more good fats - oily fish and omega 3 will dampen down inflammation in the body

· Be organised: Try and get healthy snacks pre-prepared and avoid buying sweets that lie around that are tempting

THE WEIGHT WATCHER

Name: Laura May

Age: 39

Goals: Weight loss and pain management

Week total sugars: 365g

Average day: 50g

Laura described her relationship with sugar as 'mostly reliance and denial.' She doesn't sleep much and so turns to things full of sugar to get an energy spike

Laura May, 39, changed her diet just six weeks ago when she decided to go gluten and dairy. It took away 60-70 per cent of her Fybromyalgia and IBS symptoms. Above, with her 14-month-old-daughter, Frankie and her partner

FOOD DIARY

‘My relationship with sugar is mostly reliance and denial. I work full time and have a 14 month old daughter, Frankie.

'Having a baby and being diagnosed with Fibromyalgia changed a lot for me. It’s a chronic pain disorder which makes me feel very fatigued. It can feel like I’m carrying extra weight, trying to run through a swimming pool.'

She added: 'Six weeks ago I went gluten and diary free. It took away 60-70 per cent of my Fibromyalgia and IBS symptoms, as well as clearing up my skin. At the moment this is more of a priority for me than my sugar intake.

'I lost a stone after having my baby but I’m struggling to lose another stone and feel ‘myself’ again. I don’t know how to approach it without eating rabbit food.

‘I don’t sleep much, on average six hours a night because of the baby. Then I’ll turn to things full of sugar to get an energy spike. I never ate so much chocolate before I had a baby.’

While Laura managed to lose a stone after having her baby, she admitted to struggling to lose another stone and feel herself again

HELEN'S VERDICT

‘Laura has had a tough time. But she is well within the 90g recommendation and that’s mainly because she’s clearly substituting some processed foods.

Although Helen likes the occasional sugary bar to start the day, she's within the daily limit

'Her free sugars are creeping in with biscuits and I worry about the coffee shop treats like the Pret popcorn bar. However, her choices aren’t all bad.

'For example, she has a KIND Caramel Almond and Sea Salt Bar which has almonds in and is low sugar.

'The glasses of Prosecco on a Friday night stood out to me. Even as a lower sugar drink, each glass has 1.5g of sugar, which is a teaspoon after three glasses.

'Alcohol contributes to 9 per cent of our sugar intake. Laura is choosing red wine, with no sugar, over sweeter wines. This is good, but there are still a lot of calories in there. Sugar is only part of the picture.’

Helen's tips

· Get adventurous with grains: Laura is lacking in wholegrains with fibre. It’s great she cooks from scratch and she can try gluten free grains such as pulses, teff, brown rice and quinoa to get more nutrient variety. A portion should be the size of a tennis ball, as too much can make you sleepy

· Rather than getting her sugar fixes from bars and popcorn, she might find she’s OK with oats which aren’t gluten free. Oatcakes with avocado or nut butter would be a good snack

· Home baking: Working in an office can be dangerous as temptation is often laying everywhere. I would recommend Laura makes gluten free biscuits at home as you can use sugar substitutions to cut down free sugars and calories

· Improve sleep quality: Not having enough will affect her hormones and it will stimulate her hunger signals. Light exercise and carbohydrates in an evening meal will make her feel more sleepy. If she decides to have dairy again, a glass of warm milk helps to boost serotonin, which at night time turns to melatonin which makes you sleepy. She should also be careful to avoid caffeine up to five hours before bed

· Mediterranean style diet: This is low in sugars and has a lot of healthy fats. It encompasses a lot of the food groups that are good for overall health and well being. It can dampen inflammation in the body from free radicals and wouldn’t aggravate her symptoms

THE HEALTH-AWARE SUGAR ADDICT

Name: Anna Magee

Age: 49

Goals: More energy, better ageing, stable mood

Week sugar total: 520g

Average day: 75g

While Anna Magee, 49, realised she was a 'sugar junkie,' Helen believed her overall diet was healthy and her daily sugars were under the limit

FOOD DIARY

‘Writing this diary has made me realise what a sugar junkie I am and how erratic my eating is. I can’t live without fruit and little bits of sugar every day.

Smoothies and fruit have pushed Anna's sugar consumption up to an average of 75g a day

'I like to snack on fruit – I can have five pieces in one sitting – but I don’t have things like dessert, cookies or cake unless it’s a celebration.

‘I don’t feel restricted, but I do have a sweet tooth, especially after and between meals, and will find ways around it with things like grapes, sweetcorn in my salad, sweet chilli on kale, or oat milk in my coffee.

‘I’ve given up sugar entirely before – it was hard for three weeks but then I didn’t even think about it.

'It really improved my mood. I hope the solution isn’t to eat more things like cheese – I don’t like cheese and I’m mostly vegan!’

Anna said she 'can’t live without fruit and little bits of sugar every day.' While she can snack on five piece of fruit in one sitting, she rarely has dessert, such as cookies or cake

HELEN'S VERDICT

‘Anna’s overall diet is very healthy, and her daily free sugars are under the limit (30g) at roughly 18g, apart from a slice of cake at the weekend.

‘The rest of her sugars come from natural sources such as fruit and salad bowls, totally under 90g. I’m not worried about Anna’s sugars at all.

‘Her calorie intake is lacking sometimes and she does a lot of high intensity workouts. Her lunch is averaging about 470 calories, which is probably why she snacks.

‘Anna doesn’t always have conventional lunchtime meals, but on average, her ‘lunch’ intake for the week is 472 kcals and on Thursday it was just 339 kcals – falling short of PHE’s 600 calorie lunch recommendation. Underfuelling by 128 kcals + may contribute to her mid–afternoon energy lows.

‘Although Anna doesn’t want to overload on food at lunch (as it can contribute to a ‘postpandrial dip’ after a heavy meal), she exercises regularly so does needs to eat more carbohydrate calories to replace the fuel that she has burned in her morning exercise, so I would suggest adding in a portion of wholegrain carbs, such as a small serving of brown pasta of brown rice or quinoa, or a small wholemeal pitta or tortilla wrap.

‘On days when Anna is less active, she will need fewer carbs but again going too low, may leave Anna feeling very tired.

‘The recommended daily calorie intake for women is 2000 kcals but in reality our calorie requirements are very individual and depend on how old, big, tall and active we are, among other things.

'This is just a guide but it is also useful for Anna to keep an eye on her weight – Anna is already lovely and slim, so if her weight is falling, then her body is burning more calories than she is consuming and may need to up her calorie intake.

‘On a good note, her protein intake is well within, almost double, the benchmark. This is from her plant based sources such as beans, nuts seeds and protein powder. Her fibre intake is also excellent.’

Helen's tips

- One of Anna’s main sources of free sugar is from the honey in her smoothie, A tbsp. is about 12g of sugar which is almost 3tsp of sugar. Try swapping for a sugar alternative such as Splenda Granulated

- To improve energy, upping carbohydrates will steady Anna’s levels and balance her mood and psychological wellbeing

- Anna should check her iron and vitamin B12 levels as she is mostly vegan. Often you need a supplement or fortified foods.

- Vitamin D and omega 3 supplements help healthy ageing. I'd recommend eating oily fish as it is good for heart health and skin

Source: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-6569965/How-sugar-REALLY-eating-Three-women-test-shocking-results.html?ns_mchannel=rss&ito=1490&ns_campaign=1490

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