#sorry i think trying to date kevin is really hard and not for the weak

[dayurno]

Kevin Day would not use petnames. However if calls you an idiot at least three times a day that's how you know he loves you

YEAH THAT’S THE THING REALLY i think kevin’s first of all a low empathy & low emotional intelligence autism girl so he struggles with most aspects of affection nevertheless, but especially spoken conversation is hard for him and to both convey and understand an affectionate tone is a big task. that’s why kevin treats men like the dogs they are and unfortunately sounds like someone’s really uptight dominatrix in casual conversation

#sorry i think trying to date kevin is really hard and not for the weak #but its totally worth the effort i promise. i think. i hope #probably not #by then youre too into it to mind though #i love low empathy kevin hes watching matt sob to a movie like damn. its fake did you knowz #did you know. matthew. its not real #trying to get andrew and kevin to empathize with you is like trying to draw water from a rock #my loves #kevin #asks

[heart4reigns]

Hi! I was requesting a fluff roman fic they are both protective of the other and in a tag team match y/n notices that one of their opponents is trying to sabotage roman and so she gets rid of them and then her and roman with the match tyy! (sorry if this made no sense lol) also your writing is really cool and well written :)

DOUBLE TROUBLE, roman reigns.

warnings: curse words, fights, unwanted flirting

tags: ocs to fit the plot, badass (y/n), personal BEEF IN THIS FIGHT, who's your head of the table now? LET’S SPICE IT UP A BIT WITH SOME BACKSTAGE DRAMA

summary: we all hate that one dude from work

EVER since you were put into a tag-team reign with your boyfriend, you couldn't help but to notice that he was very very protective of you. see, you weren't weak at all, but all the hard hits and impacts? he took them for you. who would've thought that his protectiveness rubbed off on you?

"baby." roman greeted you with a kiss. "what's good baby?" you replied. "creatives called us." you furrowed your brows, clearly confused. "they're gonna talk about our bookings." you followed him to his car. "i'm so excited, i hope we're gonna fight sami and kevin again!" you giggled, taking pictures of him driving. "i hope so too."

to your surprise, you spotted paul heyman sitting in the middle of the room. "paul?" you were still confused. "oh (y/n), roman. you're not gonna like this." his tone was concerning. "we're not gonna like what?" speak of the devil, the office door opened, revealing two people you didn't want to see. "you gotta be shitting me." you muttered under your breath.

mike and ryan, or their tag-team name, the miracle workers, were bad wrestlers. they were ranked the most reckless wrestlers in the current lineup. "look who we have here!" ryan stared at you from head to toe. you hated him. he was a flirt, always trying to get it with you, even though he knew that you were dating the roman reigns. roman tensed up, moving his chair closer to yours.

on the other hand, mike was probably more insufferable than ryan. he was a man of few words, but when he opened his mouth, he'd say the worst thing that someone could ever think of. you really couldn't do anything about this booking. they were pushing you and roman together for being the new upcoming tag-team champions, this match was just another roadblock to success. as soon as you signed the contract, you could tell that ryan was still eyeing you.

“can’t wait to see you in your sexy gear, (y/n)." ryan winked at you. “how many times do i have to tell you that i have a boyfriend and he’s literally sitting in front of you.” you rolled your eyes in annoyance. “i’m just saying you look good in your gear, i can treat you right.” that got into your boyfriend’s nerves as he stood up from his seat, causing you to stand up as well–to prevent things from going downhill. “chill, dude. that was a joke.” ryan panicked for a second. “you better start respecting her or i’m going to actually kick your ass, ryan.”

roman was known for his good temper, but some people got under his nerves. you put your hand on his shoulders. “come on, let’s go.” you said, not wanting to cause a fight. “yeah. we’re just wasting our time here.” paul added. the black-haired male grunted in response, taking your hand and walked out of the room with an annoyed expression plastered on his face. “i swear, we’re going to fucking ruin them next week.”

something riled up inside your boyfriend after the contract signing incident. he was… oddly very excited for the match. he complained about it before but now? he was working his ass off. roman also contributed to the choreography, it was mostly his idea. you saw the moves and you knew that he was trying to get you away from ryan as much as possible, pinning you to your other opponent, mike.

the gym was filled with commotion. "AND ANOTHER SPEAR FROM HER!" solo yelled, acting like the commentator. "SOLO, GET YOUR ASS HERE! YOU'RE A REFEREE NOT A COMMENTATOR!" his brother shouted. "RIGHT." solo immediately jumped into the ring, counting down to 3. before he could reach the third number, you kicked out. "shit, you really are the female version of him." jimmy complained.

you licked your lips in excitement, feeling adrenaline pumping in your blood. "i'd really hate it if i was put inside the ring with you, (y/n)." jimmy stood up, fixing his gloves. "and thank god we're in the same faction!" you grinned, countering his kick with another kick. jimmy was down as you locked his head with your arms. you won again in this practice, "HELL YEAH!" you jumped, falling on you back. "i don't get you sometimes, (y/n). you're clumsy as hell but like you're also fast."

"that's because she's in good hands." your tag-team partner (aka boyfriend) went inside the ring. "you missed my cool kick." you pouted. "i didn't, i was watching from behind the glass." he took off his glasses and started stretching. "you know, i'd love to see you wrestle with your glasses on." you winked at him. "stop flirting and start attacking." jey complained.

thankfully, you came home in one piece, despite having your body thrown from left to right. it was going to be a big fight tomorrow and you hated the bookings. "what are you thinking about, baby?" your thoughts were cut-off by your boyfriend's voice. "how i fucking hate being in the ring with mike and ryan." you sighed. "honestly, you’re right. they need to know their place, i can’t stand seeing you being disrespected." he agreed.

"it's going to be okay, baby. i mean what's the worst thing that could happen to us?"

the day for the match came and you couldn’t wait for it to be over. roman was holding your hand the entire time, not wanting you to slip from his sight. suddenly, his phone rang, he hesitated for a second. “babe, it’s okay. you can go answer the phone, i’ll be in the locker room.” you gave him a reassuring smile. “okay, i’ll be right back.” with that, he left you.

locker room wasn’t empty. you spotted some of your friends gearing up for the show. “hey, (y/n)!” bianca gave you a big hug as soon as she saw you. “hi!” you returned the gesture. “excited for tonight?” she sat down to adjust her outfit. “i never wanted to walk-out of a match so bad.” you complained. “ah yes, mike and ryan.” she cringed at the thought of the miracle workers. “good luck then, beat their asses!”

“damn, told you that you looked good with your gear.” you didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. “what are you doing here?” you asked. the locker room was empty now and your boyfriend was still on his call with jey. “do you mind?” “i don’t mind talking to you while your bodyguard isn’t here.” he winked. “jesus, drop the entire flirty act, please?” you were very annoyed. “i’m sorry i just can’t help it, you’re too pretty to ignore.”

“and you look too young to get your ass beat by me. move it, ryan.” you sighed in relief as you heard your boyfriend’s voice. “aaand the tribal chief is here, better get going. good luck tonight.” “stick to the script tonight!” he closed the door, avoiding a long lecture from the champion himself. “did he do anything?” roman looked at you with concern written all over his face. “no he didn’t, just his usual shit.” “right, let’s just end this night. we can go home after that and get ice cream.”

the show started for the two of you. “the undisputed tag-team champions, roman reigns and (y/n) (l/n), the bloodline!” the crowd went wild as you walked down to the ring. mike and ryan were already standing inside, ready to attack anytime. people were rising up their fingers in tribute of your championship with roman. as soon as you slid inside the ring, bowing down to the crowd–you could tell this was going to be a messy match.

your heart skipped a beat when the match started, mike and ryan immediately going off script. ryan was continuously trying to get you down, instead of roman. you made eye-contact with roman for a second, knowing how this match was going to be tough. you quickly avoided the punch that ryan was throwing at you. you dropkicked him from behind, causing him to fall on his stomach. now that ryan was down, you just needed to help roman stray mike away. “and a spear from reigns to mike, what will they do after this?” you jumped on the ropes, ready to jump on mike before ryan picked you up.

“ryan is back on his feet, capturing her in his lock.” you breathed for air as you were lifted from the ropes. “ryan, jesus christ!” you mouthed at him. he threw you on the ground, still going off script. oh, someone’s gonna get fired tonight, you thought. it was totally personal for the four of you. the move he made earlier caused you to hurt your shoulders. pain shot up from your shoulders. before he could tackle you again, roman speared him to the barricades. that one was personal.

mike was in the middle of the ring, looking for another attack. you speared him to the barricades, copying your boyfriend’s move. he wasn’t moving. one down, one to go, you thought. while you were with mike, ryan and roman were back inside the ring. you could see ryan was going to throw a punch on one of your boyfriend’s already bruised peck. you ran and slid inside the ring, dragging him into the pole. you were still holding back your punches, still being professional as ever. everyone could tell that you and roman were pissed. even the most gullible fans knew that the two of you were different tonight.

the crowd counted down along with the referee and you were glad that it was over. “and the winners, still the undisputed tag-team champion, the bloodline, roman reigns and (y/n) (l/n)!” you lifted the belts with your boyfriend on your side. “thank you.” he mouthed to you. “anything for you, baby.” you winked at him.

needless to say, you knew the backstage was going to be a mess. the locker room, on the other hand, was impressed with you and roman. “dude, i’d be so fucking pissed. i won’t even hold back my punches.” theory was there, still in his gear, clearly waiting for the two of you to drop some tea. “i just don’t get it why they were so fucking reckless.” you were offered ice by shotzi, she gave you a pity smile.

“what the fuck, reigns?” the miracle workers came back to the locker room. “no, what the fuck, ryan?” you stood up from your seat, clearly angered by his actions. “we told you to stick to the script.” your tone was laced with venom. “and we don’t listen to you fuckers.” mike said. “see, if you complied with us and just be a pretty girl inside the ring… be useless as usual, we might stick to the scri-“ before mike could finish his sentence, you dropped the ice and lunged on him. you had him on headlock, the man was on the ground. “call me useless one more time and you and your flirty friend right there,” you paused for a second to point at ryan who was scared shitless. “are going home with nothing but cut and bruises.”

roman wanted to intervene, but he knew you were capable of protecting yourself. “bro, you’re not gonna do anything?” jimmy nudged him. “nah, i’ll sit back and watch. i love seeing her being aggressive. they deserved it.”

a/n: HIII thank u so much for your request and i really appreciate your comment <333 it made my day!! requests are still open but i'm gonna focus on operation: together (aka a love triangle between roman and cody) check it out <3

#roman reigns #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x reader #the usos #wwe #wwe imagines #paul heyman #wrestling #cody rhodes #jey uso #austin theory #bianca belair #shotzi

[iishmael]

The other anon question about the paddocks reaction made me curious - how do they all find out about the ot3 relationship? i have a headcanon that someone sees George making out with Alex and then a day later kissing Lando and think he's cheating on them and it culminating in hilarious drama 👀👀

“Did you know,” Charles said, a slight blush on his cheeks as he let himself fall onto his seat next to Pierre for the driver briefing, “that George and Lando are making out in the men’s loo?” 

Pierre looked up from his phone and stared at Charles. “They’re what?” 

“I ran into them! I opened the door and Lando was sitting on the sink-” Charles blushed even more and lowered his voice, quickly turning to check that Checo behind them hadn’t heard him. “They were snogging! I didn’t even know they’re together!”

“I thought George and Alex are together,” Pierre replied in a hushed voice, he still looked shocked. “I saw George and Alex holding hands the other day, and everyone knows they’re constantly together.” 

“Well apparently not!”

“Actually,” Lance suddenly said from behind them; he was sitting next to Checo and while Checo was distracted by a conversation with Kevin, Lance had apparently overheard them. “I know for a fact that George and Alex are together because I ran into them in the press building the other day.” 

Charles frowned, but Pierre leaned forward, interested in the gossip. “And they told you?” 

“Yes!” Lance nodded. “They were obnoxious as hell, Alex sitting on George’s lap. I asked what they were doing and they said ‘waiting for Lando’, but I persisted and they said yes when I asked if they’re together.” 

Charles’ frown deepened. “But that means - that means someone is cheating.” 

“That’s awful! The question is just - who did George cheat on and who is he really with?” Pierre asked, scratching his chin while he considered the options. George didn’t really seem the type to be unfaithful but the evidence worked against him. 

Before Lance or Charles could give their opinion on the issue Lando and George came through the door and sat down in the row in front of Charles and Pierre. They froze and stared at them, trying to listen to their conversation; Lance almost slipping of his chair when he tried to lean forward as much as possible. 

“We should really tell Alex,” Lando said just now with a heavy sigh. “It���ll break his heart but - that’s how life is, I suppose.” 

Charles gripped Pierre’s hand, almost squishing it with how hard he was holding on, and mouthed ‘oh my god’ at him. 

“He’ll get over it,” George gave back and hid a yawn behind his hand. “I’m sure he’s going to find something better soon enough.” 

“No!”

Pierre and Charles both turned around to look at Lance who was gaping at George and pressed his hand over his mouth after this loud exclamation. “I can’t believe he said that!” Lance whispered as quietly as possible. “That’s... that’s so mean, I don’t even know what to say!”

Charles bit his lip. This wasn’t any of their business but didn’t they have a moral responsibility to tell Alex about this? Or to at least make sure that Lando and George would come clean? 

As luck was having it, Alex sauntered through the door at that exact moment, beelining over to George and Lando immediately. 

“Charles, don’t-” Pierre said and tugged on Charles’ arm but it was too late. Charles had already tapped on George’s shoulder. 

“No offence, mate, but you really need to tell Alex. This is really disappointing.” 

George turned around and gave Charles a confused look. “Uh- what?” 

“What do you have to tell me,” Alex inserted himself into the conversation, curious. “What did you do?”

“Tell him.” Charles crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at George. 

“Is this about the pizzeria?” Lando asked, turning around to smile at Charles and Pierre. “Are you disappointed about it too?” 

Incredulous Charles shook his head. “Pizzeria? What? No, I’m talking about George and you, Lando!” 

“George and me?” Lando echoed as if he was waiting for an explanation from Charles. “What about us?” 

“I ran into them making out in the washroom!” Pierre finally blurted out. He couldn’t even look Alex in the eyes. This was the absolute worst way to find out that your boyfriend was cheating on you with your best friend and Pierre felt terribly bad for Alex. 

Alex held up a finger and needed a moment to piece the information together. “Lando, wait a moment. What the fuck?” 

Charles winced and exchanged a look with Pierre. They really hadn’t picked the best moment for this, the driver’s briefing was supposed to start soon enough and they were in a room with the entire grid. Not the ideal spot for relationship drama. 

“Did you just use the word disappointment in the same sentence as pizzeria?!”

“What!” Lance blurted out. 

But Alex ignored him, he was busy glaring at Lando instead. 

“I would never - it’s just,” Lando hurried to explain, looking to George for help. “Your favourite pizzeria closed. George saw it on instagram earlier. I’m really sorry, ‘Lex.”

George put his arm around Alex’ shoulder and patted his back. “I promise we’ll find a new one, an even better one, okay?” 

Charles knew he should probably shut up and let them solve this on their own but he couldn’t help it, he was nosey. “Alex, did you hear what Pierre just said? Your boyfriend and your best friend were snogging.” 

“Yes, I heard that,” Alex said calmly. “I’m sorry, Pierre, but I have bigger problems right now than you needing bleach for your eyes. My favourite pizzeria closed! How am I ever going to be happy again?” 

Lando hugged Alex now as well, the three of them curled up together on a single chair. Pierre couldn’t stop wondering how they managed that, they seemed to have a lot of practice in threeway hugs. 

“How can you even think about that right now?!” Charles sounded outraged and Pierre tugged on his arm again to stop him from standing up and making a scene. He was pretty sure that half the room was already listening to their conversation thanks to George, Lando and Alex’ hugging. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” 

“Your boyfriend is cheating on you!” Charles exclaimed dramatically. “With Lando!”

That gave Alex pause and he actually untangled himself from George and Lando a little before he started to laugh. 

Charles threw his hands in the air, there was really nothing left to do. Alex was insane. It was official. 

“I think there might be a slight misunderstanding here,” George said slyly, patting Alex’ back. “We’re together.” 

Charles looked over to Pierre to see if he was understanding this situation any more than he did. “Lando and you? But Lance said that you told him you’re with Alex-” 

Alex’ laughter had of course infected Lando and the two of them were now giggling with George trying not to laugh as well. “No, all three of us are together. As a thruple, you know?” 

“What the hell is a thruple,” Pierre asked, voice weak. He would never ever stick his nose into other people’s business again, this gossip was too much for him. And he could see Lewis Hamilton walking over to them with an expression on his face that made Pierre want to hide behind Charles. 

“Like a couple but with three people,” Lando explained between giggles. “It’s maybe a little unconventional but we’re happy!” 

“Except for the pizzeria!” Alex added in. “That’s not happy news.” 

“Oh shut up,” George said fondly and pressed a kiss to his temple. “You’re being dramatic. I already found somewhere else to go for date night.” 

Lando stopped his giggling and stretched his neck to try to look over Alex’ head and at George (but failed). “Wait, what? You didn’t tell me yet where we’re going!” 

George blew a kiss in Lando’s direction. “That’s because it’s a secret.” 

“Wait a second,” Lance chimed in, trying to get his own thoughts straight. “So you’re in a relationship, and no one cheated, and you were talking about a restaurant when you said you have to break Alex’ heart?!” 

“Yeah,” Lando confirmed and grinned.

Charles, Pierre and Lance were still trying to come to terms with this particular piece of information when Lewis appeared behind George and glared at Pierre. “Is everything okay here?” 

“Yes,” George said quickly after he saw Pierre pale. 

“No!” Alex disagreed and looked up at Lewis. “My favourite pizzeria-”

“Gentlemen, please take your seats. The briefing is about to start.” 

Lewis gave Charles and Pierre another warning look before he tousled Alex’ hair. “I sent George a link to a new vegan restaurant that’s a billion times better. Now listen to the briefing, okay?” 

“Yes dad,” George, Alex and Lando said unisono before they actually turned around to pay attention, leaving Charles and Pierre wondering if this meant that they might walk into all three of them snogging in the loo soon.~

#best rookies ot3 #family 44 #f1 fanfic #f1 #OH MY GOD ANON YOUR PROMPT #as you can see i absolutely LOVED It and i may have gone a little overboard with this one #that's almost a fic and not a short prompt fill drabble oops but #i loved it SO MUCH #i hope you like this!!!! #this was my favourite thing ever im CRYING #i need to post all the family 44 stuff in a little collection on ao3 tbh #i also hope theres not too many typos bc i typed this up in the ask window of tumblr kILL MEE #SENDING YOU HUGS NONNIE SO SO MANY HUGS THANK YOU FOR ASKING #sweet anon #sam answers things

[queenofgoats]

Shadows & Fears | Imagine having a date with Crowley

Summary: You’re the lucky human being who dived deep into the SPN Universe. Unfortunately you fell in royal demonic hands. So let’s see how you will get out.

Characters | !no pairs! : Crowley x Reader (gender not mentioned)

Word Count: 2.708

Warning: angst, alcohol, flirtations and words = just spn ;), no cheesy romance stuff

A/N: So. It's been a long, long time since I wrote a FF at all. And it’s my very first in english - so please be gentle. ;) I had a lot of fun while writing and hope whoever is gonna read it enjoys it at least a little bit. Feedback is very welcome. 

Have fun! :)

You were led through endless corridors. Which was hardly lighted up or even heated.   Only in the last room at the end of the hall you could  just guess a warm, flickering light. The thought of what was behind door 3 made you freeze. “Hey, what is the... OH COME ON!” you were shouted at. You didn’t dare to move. Like a deer in the face of the light at a highway.   A rough grib on the upper arm forced you to go on. Your breath became heavier. Faltering. Would the brothers come and save you? At the door frame you stuck again. You couldn’t, no, you didn't want to go in there. This would be your end.

And you were so careful. No involvement in the cases, at most some background research. Even to Sam and Dean you didn’t mention a word about their fate, however difficult it was. And damn it, it did! Still, you knew that it was only a matter of time before the bubble burst.   You just wanted a coke from the vending machine at the motel. As if out of nowhere they suddenly stood behind you. Two middle-aged men, really nondescript-looking and before your lips could even form a “help”, you found yourself in the back of a minivan. They were fast, strong and scary quiet. You didn’t know what happened to you until you saw these deep pitch black eyes in the rearview mirror. This couldn’t be true! Your thoughts circled around wildly, blurred and sheer panic ran through you like a poison, which slowly spreads in your nervous system. You knew these creatures very well. How they worked, what they drove or what they were capable of. And you knew him. So far from stories from Winchester or television. That alone was enough to make your blood run cold just imagine what's ahead of you. Various breakdowns later, you were already standing in this old freezer - probably an old slaughterhouse. He loved the atmosphere.

Again the grib at your arm. But this time you stucked. Everything in you resisted. The demon right next you groaned. Apparently babysitting wasn't in his payroll. His face reflected disgust and a certain… overwhelming? “Finally, we meet. Birdie.” This voice. This damn, damn voice. Your eyes squeezed tight, you hoped it was just an imagination. Or maybe you weren't meant. Footsteps echoed down the hall. Slowly he came closer. His presence crushed you, while your body wouldn’t stop shaking. You have never faced anything so dark and threatening.   A hand on your back made you wince. It barely touched the fabric of your top and yet it resembled an iron grip. You blinked open your eyes, the gaze fixed on the floor. A pair of very elegant lace-ups with fine lyra perforations caught your attention. You swallowed.

The king of hell pushed you into the room surprisingly gently and yet firmly. Closing the door made you flinch. You were terrified. So incredibly terrified. “Please, sit down. Don't be shy, my dear. " Breathing heavily, you complied with his request. It was a miracle that you could even hear his words over your hard pounding heartbeat. Crowley was one of your favorite baddies. You hated how he left the show. But you never wanted to meet him. For obvious reasons.   The demon took a seat next to you at a large table. Out of the corner of your eye you could see that one of his peasants stood by the door. The fire in the fireplace slowly thawed you again, but you still shivered. If not at the hand of this monster, you would probably die of pneumonia. You couldn't decide which was better. “Soo...” Crowley started smoothly voiced and as if caught you looked up at him. “We both know why you are here, it’s up to you if we stay in this chilly atmosphere or...” He smirked slightly.  

His hazel eyes drilled through yours, you felt like he was looking straight into your heart. While his voice was so calming and gentle. In fact, if it weren't Crowley himself, you'd find some pleasure in it. You became disturbed by your own thoughts. Focus! For the first time in your suddenly short life you looked at him. Or more at his absolute charming vessel. You got a feel for why he was called the King of Crossroads. A sigh escaped your lips. You took a quick look at the second demon on the door and leaned slightly towards Crowley. Breathe in. Exhale.

“Fine. I’m talking. But! Just under one condition.” you tried to sound professional and acted businesslike. You had a plan. Kind of. But you weren't allowed to show any weaknesses for that. You also saw these kinds of conversations so often in tv shows. You could do it! A twitch of the corner of his mouth indicated that you hit a point. Crowley didn't like arguing. Let alone from a simple human being like you. And yet he looked as if he had expected it. “Of course you have.” he mumbled almost bored. He grabbed himself a glass of whiskey and took a sip without leaving his eyes on you. “That would be? Let me guess y...” “I want a date!” you interrupted him hectically.   Crowley spat the drink across the desk: “A what?!” He didn’t even bother to hide his surprise. “With whom?” “You.”   There was silence for a short moment. The king of hell looked at you in disbelief. He really didn't expect that: “Why? What for?" You first took a look at the demon at the door, who didn't twist a mine, and then back to Crowley. “When I have told you everything, you kill me afterwards. That's ... okay I guess. But I don't want to die here in this hole. I want to shower, look good, and... be alone with you. A one-to-one conversation. Then you will find out everything you want to know.” You tried to smile triumphantly. “A good deal. For both, right?”

Actually you didn’t lie here. There will be no way to survive this. You’re not strong as the Winchesters, or smart like Kevin.   So why not make the best of it? Maybe you can avoid having him face his destiny? Maybe Lucifer won't be released from his cage?   Nobody except Crowley is allowed to hear this. Especially not one of the other demons. They would instant throw a welcome party for Abbadon. The king of hell stayed silent. Presumably he was wondering which part of your body to tear out first with his bare hands. He wasn’t exactly known for his patience. "I can tell you how you are going to die.“ you continued. For a brief moment he raised his eyebrows, but then he finally agreed: “Good. I choose the location."

You felt a painful sense of surprise and relief.

Just a few hours later your time had come.   You stood visibly nervous in front of the entrance of a big old cinema. The fingers kept pulling your clothes into place. Shortly after your deal, a servant brought you to Berlin. There you were allowed to freshen up and get dressed. Everything under the demon's watchful eye, of course. Crowley himself should receive you later in front of the location, it was said. And now you’re here. Oh damn what were you thinking? Sighing heavily, you looked over your shoulder. Maybe you should dare and just run away? Was it worth trying? Did you really want to be led to the slaughter like a pig? A thousand questions buzzed through your head. Yesterday was just a moment of panic. Not really thought out. Somehow. You turned on your heel and were just about to start a run when you heard his voice behind you again: “Birdie! You shouldn’t even think about that. We had an appointment.”

His words sounded so soft and smooth like a good red wine. Crowley knew exactly how to use his british charme.   You took another deep breath before turning to face him. A gentleman who would try, but couldn’t find his equals, Crowley smiled warmly and sweet. Yeah. Like good red wine. Soft and smooth. And poisoned. With an inviting gesture, he waved you over to him: “Let's have a drink, my dear. You look gorgeous by the way, really." He was different from when you first met him. Apparently he took his deals very seriously. You felt a bit like a prostitute's customer. You swallowed hard, but accepted his invitation.

First you entered a large reception room with sparse lighting.The ceiling was completely covered with small lamps that looked almost like a starry sky. While the old wood paneling made everything look a bit old and seedy. "The Kino International was built in the 1960s, right after they pulled up the big wall." Crowley broke the silence. There was a slight smile on his lips. “Oh well... I spent so many years in Germany,” he reminisced. As far as it was at all possible, you felt even more queasy.

A staircase took you to a large foyer in typical East German chic. Even if the brown dominated, it looked surprisingly classy. The chandeliers emitted pleasantly dimmed light, so that you could catch an overwhelming view of Berlin's landmark - the television tower - through the huge panorama windows. You are stunned.

~*~ Possession is the motivation ~*~   ~*~ That is hanging' up the God-damn nation ~*~

~*~ Looks like we always end up in a rut ~*~ ~*~ Tryin' to make it real, compared to what? ~*~

Roberta Flack's voice came to you calmly from the loudspeaker near the bar. If the initial situation were different, you would feel quite comfortable. Still astonished, you looked around as Crowley moved behind the counter. "What would you like to drink, my dear?" he broke your thoughts. “Erm... well... surprise me.” You sat down on one of the bar stools. The demon then rattled off all the barriers and drawers. Your eyes followed his movements until you blurted out: "I can't do this! Sorry!" Crowley furrowed his forehead: "What do you mean?" Desperately you threw your hands over your head. “This!” You bumped. "It’s ridiculous!"

You sighed. Hardly. “Are we really among ourselves here? Just you and me?" "Sure. As agreed." He said dryly as he handed you a freshly made cosmopolitan. You snatched the glass from him and drank the cocktail. In one sip. "Fine. Let’s do this." Then it literally gushed out of you. A long monologue about Abbadon, the darkness and everything that could be of interest to the king of hell. You only left out Chuck. Cause you already had Crowley on your neck and certainly didn't want to provoke God then.

The demon said nothing, just listened and at the same time seemed to be thinking about your words. When you were just finishing up, he put a new cocktail in front of you. Which you also emptied in one go. The nervousness just didn't want to be drunk away. "Mmh." he made. "Do the Winchesters know about it?" You shook your head. “Oleg and Bolek? Of course not." Knowing full well that they would only make it worse. As much as you loved the brothers, you knew that they were a danger to everyone around them. The confusion was written on Crowley's face: “But ... Why me? Don't get me wrong, Birdie, I'm honored and yet ... ” Inevitably you had to smile. "Let's be honest. You're probably the smartest being here. And you have the least interest of anybody else in seeing Lucifer free again. "Not untrue." he muttered. You tapped your finger on the edge of your glass: “Could I possibly get another one? Or wait! Better just the vodka. " Lost in thought, Crowley compiled while you listened to the well-chosen music.

With two glasses in hand, the king of hell stepped around the counter and sat down on one of the stools next to you. You knew you wouldn't leave this place alive. Nevertheless, a faint smile crept onto your lips. “You know Crowley, I like you. Somehow. You're practically my favorite baddie. " you started and held your glass out to him to toast," That's why I know what's in store for me. Still ... one more thing... or more a question." "Which would be? ... and cheers. ”, he checked. His gaze was on you. You couldn't help yourself because you suddenly felt comfortable around him. Safe. It was completely insane.  

The vodka burned your throat. You shook yourself briefly and turned to face him. “Crowley, what if I die here? I mean I don't belong here. No more than a disruptive factor in an intact universe. Am I, my soul, going somewhere or ... am I stuck? " The thought has plagued you since you (unintentionally) set foot in this cursed universe. You knew you didn't belong here. Every fiber of your body lets you feel it. All the time. So far you haven't really been able to grasp the fear, but rather suppressed it. But now it was sitting in a heavy weight on your shoulders. A deep sadness took you. Tears welled up in your eyes. You leaned against the demon next to you. The head was put  on his shoulder. You didn't want him to see you cry. Apparently you still have a bit of your pride left.  

You heard Crowley sigh. “Birdie, I can't tell you that. I don't know." His hand landed on your knee. It was surprisingly soft and warm, but nevertheless you twitched. “I've never heard of anything like you before. I'm sorry, and it really is, I can't help you.” Was it really Crowley who offered you comfort? Crowley? With a heavy heart you straightened up again. The alcohol slowly got into your head. Finally You leaned towards him, very close to his face. His breath brushed your cheek. The hairs stand up on the back of your neck which leads to goosebumps. You were mildly aroused and then grimaced as soon as you noticed.

The demon looked irritated: “What’s wrong?” “Nothing.” You felt stupid. “I just... I thought. You’re far far out of my league. Forget it. Please.” You wrapped the arms around you and blushed.   “I understand.” Crowley grinned. “Oh my sweet, sweet summer child.” He leaned back and studied you intently. “I don’t give a damn fuck about human current body preferences. It’s constantly changing anyway.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m a demon, as you may remember, and all I desire is to spoil a pure soul beyond any recognition.” Embarrassed you thought about his words.

“Crowley...”, you began almost in a whisper, “would ... would you take my soul?” Hell didn't scare you nearly as much as the thought of your ghost going full vengeful in that old movie theater. He laughed. Loud. It was cold, arrogant and left you freezing. You felt it right down to the bones. "What should I do with it?" For the first time that evening, the demon came through him so clearly. You were afraid of him. More than ever before. You let him fool you. He leaned back in amusement and studied your shocked face. "Babe, your soul is useless." he said, still smirking and slid off his bar stool. "Another one?" he waved the glass. Ashamed you just nodded. You'd already got rejected dozent of times, but this was by far the worst.

Crowley prepared two glasses on the counter for you. The look he gave you was almost pityingly: "Oh Birdie, don't be like that now." Just slowly he moved back to you until he was right in front of you. "You are already useful." he whispered.   You looked at him wondering. And didn’t understand anything.

“Oleg and Bolek, as you called them so beautifully, still have the lost part of my demon tablet. And my prophet. ”He paused and took a long swig from his glass. "I would be crazy if I got rid of my pretty, little bait now, huh?" While he was speaking the last sentence in a haughty tone , his lips barely touched your ear. Tenderly he brushed a lost strand of hair from your face and patted your cheek.  

His demonic smile indicated that he was definitely the legitimate king of hell.

#supernatural #supernaturalff #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural oneshot #spnfandom #crowley #crowley fanfiction #crowley x reader #Crowley Resurrection Year 2021

[crazy-bi-btch]

Wrong- BI!Kevin Keller X Reader

Summary: Y/N and Kevin seem to be confused and unclear on some of their feelings toward each other

Paring: Kevin Keller X Reader

Warning: NSFW, Swearing( Rated M)

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: Um helloo, let me just say COLLEGE IS TIME CONSUMING!! Itscrazy I really want tot write but the only time I have time is when I’m on breaks. SO HERE YA GO A REQ THAT WAS MADE IN SEP OR OCT IDK! Req. by@maximumwolfkidfestival​

PS: LISTEN TO WISH YOU WERE GAY BY BILLIE, it fits with the story uwu

I sat on the fluffy couch in the lounge in RHS my black fleece turtle neck tightening by the second. My thigh-high boots tickling my bare thighs, my fingers clutching my coffee.

“ Jesus Y/N you look like you’re going to kill the damn cup.” Archie laughed at me, as I snapped back to reality. 

“ You okay…. You look pale?” My best friend whispered (Fashionista, self-esteem coach, etc.) Kevin placed his hand on my pale thigh. My heart jumped in excitement and my eyes were once again stuck on his constricting sweatshirt. This is so wrong

I coughed and looked away from him trying to concentrate on some random conversation Fangs had started with Archie and the others. Kevin took offense to Y/N silence. He thought maybe he had done something wrong. 

~

Ever since Joaquin (his the last boyfriend) the only serpent friend, he had that understood him, was just him. Well, we all know what happened to him. Kevin realized the serpent’s understood and supported him like no one before, not even Betty. With dating a serpent you get to meet the others. So he meets Fangs, Ton, and Sweet Pea. Also, Y/N or as “fresh snake” as they called her at the time. But it wasn’t Joaquin had to leave when Kevin got closer with Y/N, clearly, they had a lot in common. Kevin was happy around his new friend. Y/n, on the other hand, she was happy but very confused. See she meet him when he was dating Joaquin, so she assumed he was gay. Ignorantly when Y/N saw him walk through the White Wyrm doors with Joaquin she assumed “ so not gay”. 

Y/n remembers the exact day, her second day as a serpent chit chatting with Toni and see them both strut in. Kevin is taller and muscular than Joaquin. Instantly her eyes wandered to his arms and Adam’s apple that seemed to bop furiously from anxiousness. She was not gonna lie, he was extremely attractive. Her heart raced as she thought of many things she could do with that tall glass of-

“ Family…” Joaquin yelled, calling everyone’s, Kevin seemed extremely nervous now,” This is Kevin. My boyfriend.” I gulped eyes wide.” Well, maybe he is gay?” Toni snickered at me as she saw my reaction.  I rolled my eyes and walked away from the now growing group surrounding Joaquin and his new hot boyfriend. The night was full of small talk and laughter with J’s new boyfriend. 

As I decided that this whole love Fest going on was spoiling my drinks and mood, I plopped and started to make my way out saying a quick goodbye. Yes, I am bitter. Yes, I hate to love and anything to do with public affection. It makes my blood boil, okay, maybe jealousy makes me bitter but doesn’t everyone? Back to the story!

 When I was on my way out Joaquin ran to me with Kevin following along.

“ Hey, Y/N wait up!” I rolled my eyes, but plastered a fake smile and turned around. Trust me I was done with J rubbing into our faces how hot his new Northside boyfriend.

“Hey j!” I exclaimed

“ I wanted to introduce you to my boyfriend!” I gulped and looked up at Kevin’s buff and tall figure. I swear I could be drooling.

“ H-hi” I coughed and extended my hand towards him and he gladly took it. 

“ It’s really nice to meet you! Joaquin talks great things about you!” His soft but deep voice stated as his smile lit up the room. God, why was I not born a man! 

“ Thank you.” I blushed, but realized it was wrong for me to feel this way. “ Well, see you around guys I’m going to head out.” They nodded, and I turned towards the doors and out into the chilly night. 

~

I think we all know what happened to Joaquin and how he deciding to run away from hid problems were going to help. Kevin was devastated and who was there to console him? Me out of all the people. Jughead soon, then took orders into his own hand to rile and control the serpents. Once we settled into Riverdale high things got rocky with the Northsiders trying to accept us, but Kevin helped me out. We both knew the serpents and Nortsiders were both jealous of each other which made us the outsiders of the drama. Our friendship grew so immense that I didn’t realize until I was having sleepovers and mini-dates almost every day. What I did know was the way his smile made my knees weak, how my heartbeat raced as our eyes met in the hallways. Or the butterflies the rumble in me when we work out together and he takes his sweaty shirt off. I would make myself deny the aching feelings every day telling myself  He’s your gay best friend it can’t be like that.

Now do you see why this friendship is hurting me? Sitting there watching as my friends talked and laughed and me bubbling with anger. They could have whoever they wanted yet I couldn’t. The knot in my throat, killing me.

“ I have to go.” I took my backpack and stormed out, leaving everyone shocked and silent. 

I ignored everyone’s texts and comments. I decided I need some time alone and away from Kevin. So I hit up Reggie in look for a house party to attend to get drunk and make out with a stranger so the pain would go away. He replied quickly with an address and time. Bingo.

I dressed in a black lace bodysuit with black ripped jeans and red heels. My long black hair hugging around my cleavage, I felt like the hottest bitch on the block. By 10 pm I walked through the mansion of a random football player packed with people, music loud as could be, kegs around the house and chanting of boys mixed in also. I saw Reg and Instantly walked over.

“ Damn, Y/N you’re looking hot!” He chirped as he gave me a hug, let me just say Reggie has been nice to me since I saved his ass from his abusive father. I threatened to call the cops on his father as I showed him the pictures of Reggie’s bruises that I could easily turn him in with. “ Thank you!” I chirped in amusement. 

 “ Hey the group was asking for you they said you-”

“ Wait!” I spat, the group? They were invited also! I panicked and started to look around furiously.

“ Yeah, I invited them!” I glared at him and stormed into the huge kitchen and found as a bottle of vodka and took a huge gulp from it. By the third gulp, I felt myself become light as a feather. I impulsively walked towards Reggie again, he was with our group of friends talking, Kevin was listening also while he glanced around looking for someone. My drunk ass butted in, “ Hey guys what a coincidence. “ Before I let them answer I wrapped my fingers at the collar of Reggie’s button-down and kissed him hard. Adrenaline pumping and red lipstick smeared on Reggie’s lips. I pulled him closer and as I open one eye I saw as they stood again astonished, and Kevin seemed confused and hurt?

“ C’mon Reggie..” I whispered and I pulled him towards me as he dazedly followed. 

We instantly found a wall close by where minimal people passed through. My lips tangling onto his, my hands grabbing his hair as soft pants left me. 

I pressed his chest, back disconnecting our lips, “Let’s get more booze!” I squealed, but as I took a step I almost fell. Reggie sighed and help me up.

“ I think we’ve had enough tonight.” I whined and tried kissing him, because well I’m drunk and horny. Reggie knew he couldn’t take advantage of her friend like this and the real person she loved and wanted was her best friend, Kevin. What Y/N didn’t know was that Reggie and Kevin had a talk 3 weeks ago where Kevin confessed he is bisexual but was scared to show his love and sexual feelings towards a girl since he mostly felt that towards boys. Reggie needed that to realize Y/N and Kevin were too scared and confused to let each other feel. Reggie carried Y/N as she sniffled and whimpered as she seemed to mumble something about ‘fuck love’ or ‘ I hate him’. Reggie saw an annoyed Kevin but his expression soon changed as he saw Y/N drunk and in his arms.

“ What the hell happened?” Kevin growled as he took Y/N from Reggie.

“ Dude, relax, nothing! She’s really drunk and I think she needs you more than me.” Reggie calmly stated. Kevin gulped and saw my drunk state. 

“ You! Kev..” I slurred and felt my eyes droop in slumber.

Next thing I knew I woke up in Kevin’s room, I looked at the clock and it was 2 am. I rubbed my eyes and saw him sleeping on his computer chair with a small blanket wrapped around himself. It wasn’t the first time she’s seen him peacefully sleep. I felt great, I thanked God that I didn’t drink more or I would have felt like hell. I felt guilty for leaving him hanging and lowkey was panicking if I was drunk enough to tell him how I felt. To avoid the conversation I slid off his bed and picked my heels up as I tiptoed out. 

“ So you’re just gonna leave?” I heard a gruff voice. I cringed and turned around to see him sitting in the same spot the blanket in his hands now. 

“ I can-”

“ Please do… I don’t know what’s going on Y/N? What happened to us?” His words hit an emotional string in my heart, which led me to tear up.

“ I’m sorry- I wish I could explain.” I sat at the edge of his bed avoiding his sight. 

“ You act like we never tell each other everything!” His voice boomed making me flinch.

“ That’s the thing! I can’t fall in love with my best friend!” I yelled back tears falling down freely, my face became red from embarrassment. Kevin looked down his face matching hers.

“ I know you don’t-“ 

“I do, though.” Then there was silence as I looked him dead in the eyes. It felt like a dreamlike, this whole situation was merely a figment of my imagination as it’s been in the past. 

“ Y/N…. I’m bisexual.” He sighed, his eyes watering. I took some steps to be face to face with him touching his face in awe. 

“But-“ I suddenly feel out of breath. I racked my brain at the many times Kevin missed Joaquin and his past flings.

“ I never told anyone… because I was never sure... My first crush was a boy and well, I never understood the whole labels of gay or bi or pan..” I intensely watched as he also racked his brain to explain his feelings and thought that he stored away, “ I put my dad through hell when I came out as gay and know that I know I’m bi… he’s gonna hate me and you! I was scared to lose you!” I proclaimed almost begging. I smiled at him taking his hands in mine.

“ Neither will your dad or meleave you.” It seemed to comfort him enough that he sighed in relief. But I would be lying if I didn’t say this whole argument and emotional connection brought my raging hormones to an all-time high. I went in to hug him and he wrapped his buff arms around also. 

“ So… we’re gonna ignore how you confess you loved me.” Kevin teased which made me hide my face like a five-year-old.

“ It's not my fault your extremely hot Kevin!” I squealed as I pulled away from him. He chuckled and threw me on the bed, making me squeal and bounce slightly. We both lay there on his bed, staring at each other with silly grins on our face. 

“ I love you.” He said

“ I love you too.” I chirped, the butterflies rumbling in me again. His eyes seemed to wander down to the outfit I still had on that almost caused a nip slip right in front of him. I blushed madly and instantly shot up to cover myself. His knees dipped the bed behind me, his hands caressing the back of my neck as they ghosted on the black spaghetti strap of the lace bodysuit. My eyes closing in anticipation waiting for his hands to touch more of me. His hand, bringing my hair to onside as he lowered his face to my neck, his hot breath tickling it. 

“ You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to do this…” his lips feathering against my pressure point practically making me shake. Bravery seemed to seep into my blood as my hand came up to pull one strap of my shoulder and followed to the other. Kevin watched, in his head, taking notes. I turned on my knees seeing him face to face. 

“ It’s my first time with a girl…” he gulped feeling ashamed. I smiled and caressed his face and pulled it away to pull my arms off the strap and pull the lace down around my waist exposing myself to him. He gulped his eyes glued to my chest, and something in both of us snapped. Call it frustration or hormonal overload, but we both felt it. Our lips clashing his big hands cupping my face with full force. He held on as if his life depended on it, my sighs and whimpers spilling out as his forceful touch sent electricity through my body and core. Kevin shoved his hand around my neck, squeezing as he watched with hooded eyes my reaction. I moaned loudly, “ Kev, please.” With one shove, I was on my back, pillows under me as Kevin crawled off me and placed himself between my thighs. I leaned up watching as he pulled his sweater and button-down shirt with full force and down cupping my chest. A cry fell through my lips as I stared at Kev in disbelief. His strong and soft hands vigorously palming and pulling making my eyes roll back and backache. For his first time with a girl he sure knew what to do.

“ Tell me if I’m hurting you.” He suddenly worried at my constant whimpers. I shuddered when he stopped.

“ Kevin harder…. Please, it doesn’t hurt, I promise just… touch me.” I cried in frustration pulling on his shoulder to meet his hots lips again. His left arm skimming the side of my body to my hip, leaving goosebumps along the way. A deep groan left him as my hips bucked up towards his trousers, only making me do it again and again. Kevin pulled away eyes closed with his mouth a gap as I watched his reaction as we grinded hard and fast. I knew this would legit push him to the edge, but I couldn’t stop.

“ Ah-” His voice cracked as he fisted my hips to a halt as he felt that familiar knot grow. 

He glared at me as I playfully smirked up hands running up and down his abs. 

“ You almost made me-” He panted in anger, I eagerly shook my hips away but it was no use. “ I’m in charge, not you.” He growled. I cocked my eyebrow as leaned back into the pillows.

“ C’mon Kevin, you know you like it when I edge you on,” I whispered innocently with my lower lip between my teeth as I touched my boobs. He groaned and melted at the sight, his fist ripping my belt and jeans off so quickly it scared me. I went ahead and wrapped my hands around his belt and jeans also pulling them down as we both panted in anticipation. I always saw the imprint of his dick, but I always assumed he was average, but was I wrong. Kevin tsked me when I went to the waistband of his boxers. “ Pleasee.” I begged my mouth watering. “ We waited this long, let me apologize.” He said as he nuzzled his nose onto my cheek and felt his hand lower to my olive-colored thong. 

“ Fuck,” I whispered as my eyes fell shut, he seemed to freeze up because he didn’t move. I opened my eyes and saw them slightly unsure. 

“ Hey, let me help you.” He nodded as he stared at my covered core. I took his wrist and guided it to the puddle that formed in my thong, biting my lip to hold back a sound. “ Now… p-put force with the pad on your fing-” A moan cut me off as he rubbed his pointer and middle finger. “ Shit… baby faster.” I hated and loved to be teased, but Kevins soft and rough movements were exhilarating. “ Like this?” He asked, looking at my blissful face. My hips bucked up towards his fingers, rocking back and forth. As he took that as a yes, he pulled down the only barrier between her and him. Frustrated, I took his fingers and spread my legs wider so his finger landed on the place I needed him the most. “ Rub it pleases,” I begged mercilessly, almost in tears from all the soft teasing. Kevin saw her distraught face and instantly did as told, almost moaning himself. She was hot, sticky and extremely wet. The soft nub her rubbed causing Y/N to fall back and become putty in his hands. He realized this was her spot, the spot he could use to his advantage. His fingers trying to mimic the number of movements he learned from straight porn. 

“ Fuck-fuck shit Kev-” I cried watching as his fingers pressed down and went side to side on my clit almost convulsively good. Kevin rested his forehead against hers watching her eyes wide and mouth wide. “You’re so beautiful… only I make you this wild, right?” I nodded viciously staring into his soft eyes as I held my legs apart felling myself about to cum. A cry of his name signaled Kevin to stop. Anger poured in as he pulled away to look for a condom. 

“ You fucker.” I growled in annoyance, I heard him chuckle as he looked through his drawer, “ Oh, it’s not funny.” I shot up and walked towards him right as he was going to turn around I push him up against the wall getting on my knees.

“ Wait-” Kevin began, but I cut him off as I shoved his boxers down and shoving his pink tip into my drooling mouth. Kevin hissed and clawed at my scalp, eyes wide as I took him in and out and fingers probing in and out of his butt. “ Shit… fuck…. Don’t stop.” he growled as his hips began to thrust into my hot warm mouth. 

Kevin was on cloud 9 watching as her small mouth took him so well. Joaquin could never take him fully and this was life-changing. My core dripped down my thigh as I looked up to see him fully vulnerable, abdomen clenched, his eyes closed and mouth open. I pulled away with a plop and got up turning around, heading towards the door to the bathroom. 

“ What the fuck-” He cried, I turned around innocently.

“ What?” I batted my eyes. His strong arms pulled me back and onto the bed where he pinned me down, his strong thighs pushing my legs apart. His mouth, biting and nipping down my neck, my nipples, and stomach. I watched contently as he tried to wrap the condom around himself. 

“ I’m on birth control Kevin.” I sighed knocking the condom off his hands and taking his red/pink dick towards my entrance.

“ But-”

“ It’s fine, I want to feel all of you.” With that, he thrust in easily into my dripping core.

“ Fuck!” We cried as we held on to each other, eyes shut. Kevin never felt this before the hot wet and clenching feeling around him. He could cum just with that. And he wasn’t lying about that as he shook from holding on. I wiggled my hips so he could move, with that he moved out and in slowly his pelvic bone rubbing my clit. “ Ah! Harder… faster” I pleaded scratching his back. Kevin didn’t think straight before going faster and pounding more than ever. His huge member burying deep into the g-spot that wasn’t hit in years. 

“ Fuck yeah…” Kevin muttered and panted as he wrapped his hand around her neck. Her face contoured into pure bliss. His pupils were blown as he saw her weak and vulnerable under his touch. Her hair spread around her pink cheeks. His mind seemed to only be there, present, as he pushed and buried into her feeling this new adrenaline to sex he never felt before when he slept with men. Her legs wrapped around him, her hands all over him and eager to have anything else push her over the edge. God fucking damn how he wanted to frame this mental picture of her.

“ Oh...shit… Kev... I’m going to…” I pried at his chest and my legs around his torso tightening. Kev growled and dropped his head into her chest as her walls twitched in anticipation around him. My hand instantly ran in between our bodies to rub insanely fast to come undone. 

“ Ah fuck” Kev yelled as he grounded his hip a few times before I came around him, legs twitching, nails scratching, head back moaning and screaming. He followed along coming undone in me. We both lay there breathing heavily, eyes closed. 

As we peeled off each other we stared at each other followed by giggles.

“ Well,does that mean we can finally not be angry at each other?” Kevin asked teasingly. I chuckled softly and pulled the blankets around us.

“ Hmm, maybe I’ll sleep on it,” I mumbled as I cuddled close to his warm body. He instantly engulfed me in his arms and stroked my hair kissing it softly.

“ I love you.”

“ I love you more… Goodnight.” I yawned. 

#kevin keller x reader #riverdale smut #riverdale southside #sweet pea smut #riverdale #jughead jones #toni topez #Cheryl bombshell #betty cooper #fangs forgarty x reader #joaquin desantos #southside serpents

[jebentnietalleen]

okay so i wanted to take my time and go over the episodes so that i could actually give a proper answer. just know that i started to watch because of destiel, i am that basic bitch, so most of the episodes on this list are destiel heavy. i am pretty sure that this will change over time, but right now my top 5 eps (in chronological order) are: 

6x20 the man who would be king (please give misha an oscar. damn that episode is just… it’s a lot. i love it so much. i could easily watch it as a stand alone ep whenever i feel like witnessing the greatness that is the secretly good supernatural that only exists in our heads)

8x17 goodbye stranger (they were all dean!! he couldn’t hurt dean!! ‘i need you’ when i tell you i wanna yell.) 

13x01 lost and found (widower arc!!!! this is maybe my favorite late-season spn story arch. yeah. no i am sure actually, it’s one of my favorite things spn ever did, period. dean’s grief made me bawl my eyes out)

13x05 advanced thanatology (again, because of the last 5 minutes. the way dean’s face is lit in the car when he realises it was cas that is on the phone. the song that plays in the background, culminating in ‘it’s never too late to start all over again’ just as he sees cas. the way the camera ONLY pans between dean and cas. the fucking illuminated cross that is a parallel to romeo + julliet. when i say this story arch is one of the best things spn has ever done, this is why) 

15x09 the trap (i just love everything about this episode. it is such a well done episode from start to finish. i love the symbolism of them reconciling in purgatory, the place where their relationship really started to change. a place that has been described as ‘pure’. i absolutely loved dean’s prayer to cas and i CRIED so hard fucking hell. give jensen his oscar!!! and also just… ‘you don’t have to say anything. i heard your prayer’ the implications of this are too much for me to handle. love love love it.

the rest of the episodes that i loved the most, because they made me Feel Things and/or were just that epic, are under the cut.  

4x01 lazarus rising (what an introduction to both a new story arch and a new and important character)

4x16 on the head of a pin (please give jensen an oscar - not the last time i’ll say this during this list)

4x22 lucifer rising (the whole sequence in the angel waiting room was so well done, and the moment cas choses to help dean out? chefs kiss) 

5x04 the end (just all around epic, lbr)

5x18 point of no return (‘i rebelled for this?!’ ooffff go off, cas)

7x17 the born-again identity (listen i just… missed cas a lot during s7, so of course the episode he returns is one of my faves. also amnesia!cas was a pretty interesting concept, especially when you look at how dean dealt with it)

8x7 a little slice of kevin (purgatory, man…. purgatory. SIGH)

9x06 heaven can’t wait (oh boy. human cas… i do have a weakness for you. i felt so sad for him when he thought he had a date and turned into the babysitter. plus, dean looking at him from the parking lot??? hello???)

11x04 baby (i will be very honest here and say that when i heard there was an episode from the car’s pov, i thought it was gonna be a comedic episode with a voice over or something, and didn’t have any expectations at all. but i really really fucking loved this episode? it was so well done. i was kind of in awe tbh)

12x19 the future (the mixtape!!! AARHHHFGGGHH!!!!)

12x23 all along the watchtower (just for the last 5 minutes. dean’s reaction to cas’ death…. god i wanna cry just thinking about it istg im not even exaggerating) 

14x08 byzantium (the beginning of the ep where dean, cas and sam are celebrating jack’s life while they get drunk and laugh with each other, something we rarely get to see, really stuck with me. plus, of course, cas’ deal with the empty, and jack being reunited with kelly in heaven)

honorable mentions to these episodes that mostly just made me laugh and feel good:

7x01 meet the new boss (castiel as god is literally the best and funniest thing ever)

8x08 hunteri heroici (cas trying to become a hunter is somehow both funny and endearing, and honestly looking back on it i love it even more because this was the start of him becoming involved in hunting because he wanted to help the winchesters and i just!!! wanna scream!)

13x06 tombstone (the cowboys! dean is happy! cas wants to please dean! cas knows dean is an angry sleeper, like a bear! i’m your huckleberry!) 

i am SO sorry this is so long holy shit sjfhdsjh but you did ask! 

#anon answered #spn

[golbrocklovely]

the chosen daughter // colby brock - chapter seven

A/N: hey yall... long over due next chapter, but here it finally is. i want to try to get back into the swing of things, and hopefully my job will calm down too so that i can do that lol let me know what you think of this chapter. thank you for all the feedback yall have given me. i’ll see yall later :)

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trigger warning: cursing, drinking/partying scene, vampire attack, fighting, mentions of: blood, slight gore, manipulation

word count: 1691

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“C’mon guys. Tonight is gonna be so much fun! Half priced Wednesdays.” Kevin shouted, walking around the apartment.

“Isn’t it already half priced for us?” Jake asked, side-eyeing Kevin.

“Well I’ll make it half-half price!” Kevin exclaimed. He then sighed at our expressions. “Look, Mike’s not partying tonight. Something about ‘even though he’s dead his liver doesn’t have to suffer for it’. All I know is that I’m gonna be all alone in the VIP section and I want some company.”

“Can’t get yourself a date?” Colby smirked.

Kevin jeered. “Not everyone’s lucky enough to have a beautiful girl stalk you to where you live.”

I glared at Kevin. “Hey!”

“Sorry Jade. But guys… I need you there. Please.” Kevin begged, pouting.

Kevin’s phone beeped suddenly. He pulled it out and stared down at the screen.

Sam glanced at all of us, shrugging. “I mean I guess we can go-”

Kevin interjected. “Oh no. Oh no. Fuck. Tonight’s cancelled.”

“What why? What’s wrong?” Jake questioned.

“One word: Caleb.” Kevin whispered in disgust.

“Oh fuck!” Colby hissed.

Sam groaned. “Not him again.”

“Seriously, fuck him.” Jake sneered.

I laughed at their reactions. “I’m sorry but who’s Caleb?”

“He’s a vampire. A very young vampire. And he knows about us. About XPLR.” Sam stated.

“How’d he find out?” I inquired.

“He caught us killing a vamp, and since has held it against us.” Sam replied.

“Why don’t you just kill him?” I mumbled.

“He kisses the asses of all the elders. If he went missing, they would know something’s up. So, he lives.” Jake informed.

“Sadly.” Colby deadpanned.

Sam chuckled. “The good thing is because he is so young in the vampire world, his powers don’t really affect humans. So even if he tried to do anything, nothing would happen.”

“What’s his power?” I requested.

“Don’t know. Don’t care. I’m out.” Colby smirked again, walking towards the door. “How do you think Vampiro is doing?”

“Better without me.” I joked.

He turned back for a moment before leaving, smiling. “Doubt it.”

Then in a flash, he disappeared; most likely running at vampire speed out of the building.

Kevin turned to Sam, Jake, and I, his arms opened wide. “My three amigos?”

How bad can Caleb really be?

~ \ / \ / ~

They weren’t wrong about Caleb.

Now, nothing about Caleb was inherently bad, but nothing about him was good either. He had a baby-face; looked too young to be drinking or in a club in the first place. But since he was a vampire and there was no age-restriction for vamps, youngins could drink.

He bragged about being friends with the elders because apparently one of them turned him. He never mentioned who, just that they were one of the most powerful. He also talked about how he has a whole Instagram following because he was an influencer.

Whatever the fuck that is…

He flirted with every girl that came around us, and it became very awkward when suddenly no girl in the whole club wanted to be near.

We all devised a plan that if we needed a break from him, to say ‘pineapple’. Sam and Jake used it back-to-back, causing me to be the only one left with him.

I plan to kill them later…

Something about Caleb gave me the creeps, like his whole energy was too sketchy. He almost reminded me of Jasper.

I took a long gulp from my drink, glancing around the club and nodding my head to the music. Caleb sat across from me in the ‘U’ shaped booth, staring directly at me.

“Can I be honest?” Caleb asked loudly.

I huffed. “Sure.”

“Something about you is so alluring.” His eyes gazed over my body slowly. “Like I really feel super drawn to you.”

I sneered. “Aren’t I special.”

He nodded sincerely. “You most definitely are. I’m just gonna be blunt and ask, have you ever been with a vampire?”

“Been?” I questioned.

“Like… had sex?” His lips moved into a small smile.

Oh dear lord…

“No, I haven’t.” I huffed, annoyed.

Caleb smacked his lips together. “Well, if you want-”

“I’m a little too old for you, don’t you think?” I argued, smirking.

“Age ain’t nothing but a number, baby.” He chuckled.

My face twisted at his words. “Right... I’m gonna go get another drink.”

“Why don’t you stay right here?” Suddenly, he was sitting right next to where I was, grabbing my wrist firmly. His grip was strong and hard to pull out of; one of the only perks he got from being a vampire. I could see his eyes dilate, trying to use the powers he didn’t have. I could see the beginnings of an aura appear around him, but it dulled out before it could be complete.

“You know I know how weak your powers are, right?” I smirked.

His grip tightened. “It’s because I don’t drink as often as I should.”

“What an upstanding vampire. Now, let go of me.” I yanked my arm out of his hold.

I slid out of the booth, glaring as I walked towards the bar. I stepped in between Sam and Jake.

“If y’all ever leave me with him again, I’m gonna hurt you.” I grunted.

~ \ / \ / ~

After the incident with Caleb, I barely saw him the rest of the night. I decided to head up the apartment early, not really feeling like partying anymore.

As I strolled into the apartment, I saw I figure in the kitchen. I flicked on the lights, seeing Caleb’s dark brown hair turn towards me.

“Hello Jade.” Caleb spoke.

“Hey. Uh, why are you up here?” I queried, walking into the kitchen towards the fridge.

He mumbled. “Got bored of the party. Needed some time away.”

“Okay.” I nodded.

He stepped closer to me. “You know what I could really use right now?”

“What?” I sighed.

Caleb shoved me against the counter, his arms around me in a tight hold. He hissed, “A drink.”

I punched against his chest, none of which affected him. “Caleb, no. Don’t you fucking dare-!”

“What are you gonna do? Huh?” He growled, his fangs sliding out hungrily. “No one can hear you. If you’re nice, I won’t drink too much.”

His teeth bit into my flesh, causing me to scream out in pain. I kept fighting and screaming, distracting him as I reached into my pocket to grab the vile of Angelica dust. He tried to cover my mouth with his hand as he drank more and more, but I bit down as hard as I could on his palm.

He removed his mouth and smirked. “Do you really think that hurts?”

“No, but this will.” I gripped the vile and smashed it onto his face.

He roared in pain, the sound piercing my ears. I could hear his skin sizzle from the dust as I rushed to the door. Before I could open it, he slammed it shut with his hand, pressing my body against it.

“What… the fuck… did you just do?!” Caleb boomed.

He grabbed me by my hair and flung me back, my body slamming into the couch, knocking it over and rolling me onto the floor.

Caleb jumped on top of me, his hands wrapping around my neck, choking me. I could finally see what the plant had done to his face. A portion of his lower cheek and jaw were melted off, almost to the bone. He really looked like the monster he was. I struggled against him, digging my nails into his flesh. He tightened his grip as black dots began to cloud my vision.

Fuck, I’m gonna die.

As I looked into his eyes, I could see the pupils had blown out, his eye color hidden. Veins began to pop out from under his eyes, dark red and pumping. Suddenly, his eyes glazed over, like he couldn’t control his vision. His hold began to give way, a zoned out look coming to his face. I was able to shove him off me, coughing hard as I tried to crawl away.

“Oh… fuck. What is this…?” He moaned, his body swaying slightly.

Trying to catch my breath, I scurried to the kitchen. The front door busted open, Jake appearing suddenly. I looked at him as he looked at the scene in front of him. As he rushed to me, Caleb jumped up and grabbed him, slamming him against the wall.

“Why don’t you leave here, Jake?” Caleb whispered harshly.

As I stared at them, a weak aura flowed around Caleb, dark green in color. It was way more noticeable than it was at the club earlier.

How…?

Jake stared at Caleb, his body slowly relaxing. “But… Jade’s in danger?”

“No, she isn’t. She’s okay.” Caleb released Jake slightly, moving his arm to show me.

“She’s in pain. She’s bleeding… What happened to your face?” Jake mumbled, dazed and confused.

“She was just giving me some of her blood. Things… got a little rough. Isn’t that right, Jade?” Caleb suggested.

“Jake, help me-!” I pled.

In a split second, Caleb grabbed and wrapped his arms around me, pressing a hand to my mouth as he brought me to Jake. “No, Jake, she’s fine. Just being… bitchy.”

“Right…” Jake uttered.

“She’s so alright, she’s even gonna ask for a drink, that way you can leave and go get it for her. Isn’t that right, Jake?” Caleb fumed.

Jake agreed slowly. “Yeah… get her a drink… what do you want?”

Caleb pressed his lips to my ear. “Think wisely, Jade. Say the wrong thing and I’ll snap his neck right here and drain the both of you dry.”

I gulped, thinking of what to say. “Jake… get me a pineapple… Angel Face. You should ask Sam if he would want one too.”

“Pineapple… Angel Face.” Jake muttered back to me.

Caleb slid his hand back over my mouth. “Exactly. Now run along and get it.”

Jake nodded his head softly, his gaze far off and distant. He walked down the steps and out into the club.

I really am gonna die now.

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Home: Jacob Seed/OC Chapter 31

Warnings: Violence, Sex 

(Three Days Later: Wednesday: Faith is sitting on the steps up at Joseph’s statue. She is clutching her radio in her hand. Lexi walks over to her.). Lexi: Still haven’t heard anything? Faith: No. She’s dead isn’t she? I know it. Lexi: You don’t know it. You can’t know it. Faith: But she’s been missing for five days! Lexi: Maybe she isn’t even missing. Faith: Then why hasn’t she contacted me? Lexi: Maybe she just needed time alone to think. Faith: You’re just saying that to make me feel better. But it doesn’t. Because I know that’s not what’s happened. Lexi: Just think positive. Faith: I’m trying. 

(---Jacob walks through the trees following Terry who has a Judge on a leash. The Judge is sniffing the ground and looking around. Barry walks over smoking a cigarette.). Barry: How long has she been missing now? Terry: I’m not sure. John said he hasn’t seen her since her atonement. He said she was going back to her trailer to get her stuff then meet up with Faith. Faith went to her trailer five days ago and found it burned down. Barry: Hm. You only want to find her so that you can be her knight in shining armour. (The other guys laugh.). Terry: No. Barry: Yes. Terry: No. Barry: She’d never be interested in you anyway. You could always ask Jacob if he could ‘condition’ her to fall in love with you. (Barry laughs hard. Terry sighs and shakes his head.). Embry: Can you do that? Make someone fall in love with you? Barry: Why? You got your eye on someone an all? (Barry laughs again.). Embry: No. I just wondered. Barry: You wonder about a lot kid. (Embry shrugs. They walk for a few more minutes. Suddenly the Judge goes mad and pulls Terry forward.). Barry: Oh hello what’s he after? (They let the Judge lead them through the trees until they come to an embankment. Terry looks down at the bottom and sees Mara lying face down in the dirt.). Terry: It’s Mara! Barry take him. (Barry takes the Judge’s leash and Terry clambers down the bank. Jacob follows him. They reach Mara and turn her over. Her head is bleeding, blood covers the side of her face. She also has a split lip and a black eye. Terry then sees that her leg is bleeding. The blood soaking her leggings.). Terry: She’s been shot. (Jacob lifts her up and she stirs slightly, her eyes slowly opening. He looks down at her as she blinks up at him.). Mara: Handsome. (Her voice is croaky and weak. Her eyes close again. Jacob carries her up the embankment and the others follow him back to the truck. 

---Mara wakes up. She lets out a groan. Everything hurts. She blinks several times and sees Terry sitting in a chair against the wall. She is thirsty, her mouth is so dry and she is hungry.). Terry: Well look who’s still in the land of the living. How you feeling? Mara: Um. Terry: Yeah that’s about the size of it eh? You hit your head on something. Mara: A rock. I fell. Terry: Fell? Clumsy aren’t yah? (She manages a smile.). Mara: Yeah. Wait...What day is it? Terry: Wednesday. You’ve been missing for a week. What happened? Mara: I need to go meet my sister. I was going to meet her. She must be worried. Is she worried? (She goes to get up but groans and nearly falls to the floor. Terry grabs her and puts her back on the bed.). Terry: Hey. Hey. You need to rest. Faith is on her way here to see you with the Father. Mara: Um. Great. Terry: What happened? (Mara then sees Jacob sitting on the bed opposite her. He is staring at her intently. She then sees writing on the wall and notices there are shackles on the bed. She also sees a sound system on a table against the wall. Sunlight streams through the boards over the windows.). Mara: Where am I? Terry: Grand View Hotel. Mara: Some hotel this is. This blanket is filthy. Is there even room service? (Terry laughs.). Terry: I’d almost forgotten how funny you were. Mara: Um. I went to my trailer after John took me through the atonement. I was going to get my stuff then go meet my sister. (She starts coughing. Terry offers her some water from a canteen. She takes a few sips.). Mara: Thanks. Terry: So you were going to meet Faith? Mara: Yeah. I didn’t really have a plan. I did think about just staying in the trailer but...I dunno. I opened the door and there were several of those whitetail guys there. They said Eli wanted me dead. Hm. He wants me so dead but he has to send others to do it. Pussyhole. He always was a cowardly prick. (Terry laughs.). Terry: He wants revenge for his brother. Mara: How do you know about that? Terry: John taped your confession and broadcasted it to everyone. Then Faith told us the priest was Eli’s brother Kevin. Mara: Oh. Yeah. Terry: How did you get away from the Whitetails? Mara: Sheer dumb luck I think. I told ‘em I didn’t want any trouble. They said it was too late. I didn’t really feel like a fight. I was tired and fed up. So I ran. They started shooting at me. I think I hit one of them. Hid in a cabin for a bit. Fell asleep. Then I started heading towards the Henbane. Ran into more Whitetails, got shot, stumbled. Ran out of ammo. Tried to run. Managed to get away. Then I fell. Which is when I hit my head I think because I can’t remember anything else. Terry: Damn. (Mara moves her leg. It hurts. She suddenly wonders if she can walk.). Mara: How’s my leg? Didn’t need to have it cut off did I? (Terry laughs and shakes his head.). Terry: No. You were lucky. The bullet didn’t actually enter your leg. It just left a nasty gash. Mara: Thank goodness for the Whitetails shitty aim. (Terry laughs again. Suddenly Only You by The Platters can be heard down the hall. Terry sighs.). Terry: What’s he playing at? I told him to wait. Mara: He’s got that loud enough ain’t he? Terry: Ain’t he just? (Terry gets up and leaves.). Terry: Hey Baz! (Mara lies there staring at the ceiling. Jacob gets up and walks over to her. She looks up at him.). Mara: There he is. My hero. (She smiles.). Mara: Oh go on. Give us a smile handsome. (He frowns and shakes his head.). Jacob: You’re lucky you’re not dead. Mara: Depends how you look at it. (He raises his eyebrows.). Jacob: You wanna be dead? Mara: You offering to do me in? Jacob: No. Your sister has been worried. The Father wants you alive. He is glad you have decided to join us. Mara: Bet him and my sister are the only ones. Jacob: Terry is pleased too. Mara: Coz he fancies me? Right. Jacob: He’s an idiot. Mara: Gee thanks. You really know how to shatter a girls confidence. Why is he an idiot if he fancies me? Coz I’m not pretty? Coz I’m not smart? Coz I’m homeless? Or is it coz you fancy me really and are a tiny bit jealous but you’re ashamed to admit it? (He chuckles.). Jacob: I never said I fancied you. I don’t know where you got that from. Mara: Well you didn’t seem to be completely turned off when you were fucking me. (He is silent for a moment.). Jacob: We’ve already had this conversation. It was a drunk fuck that’s it. (Tears sting her eyes.). Mara: Wow. You’re really good at shattering a girls confidence. (He frowns.). Jacob: I notice you left that out of your confession to John. Mara: Oh yeah...I was really gonna tell him that I slept with his brother after he got drunk coz I stupidly thought... Jacob: Thought what? Mara: Nothing. (She closes her eyes. Jacob hears footsteps then Faith and Joseph enter the room. Faith rushes to her sisters side.). Faith: Sis! (Mara opens her eyes again. She smiles.). Mara: Hey you. Faith: I’m so glad your okay. Mara: Depends how you define okay. Joseph: Faith has been very worried. I assured her that you would be found. Mara: God tell you that? Faith: Sis. Mara: What? I was only bleeding asking. I don’t know do I? Faith: Her mouths working so she must be fine. (Terry laughs from the doorway.). Terry: She’s tougher than she looks. Mara: Hm. Don’t know about that. Faith: How are you feeling? What happened? (Mara tells her the same thing she told Terry and Jacob. Faith sits stunned.). Faith: Eli wants you dead. He won’t stop looking. Mara: He ain’t even looking. He’s sending all these idiots out after me. Bloody coward. (Mara closes her eyes again.). Faith: Sis? Mara: Huh? Faith: Are you alright? No of course you’re not you’ve been shot and you’ve hit your head. Mara: I’m fine. Faith: I’m so proud of you. (She leans over and hugs Mara.). Mara: Eh? What you on about? Faith: You did it. You atoned for your sins and now we are together properly. I’m so happy. Mara: Hm. That’s good then. Faith: So other than all of that you are okay? Mara: Yeah. Just tired. Joseph: We will let you rest. But first I would like to welcome you to our family. (Joseph leans over the bed and presses his forehead to Mara’s. She turns her head away.). Mara: Can’t we just shake hands or hug instead? Faith: Sis. Mara: Sorry I just... Joseph: My apologies. I will leave you to rest. Faith will be back tomorrow to see how you are. I hope you can make it to my sermon on Sunday. We are going to John’s for dinner afterwards. Mara: Sounds nice. Faith: I’m going to go and get you something to eat. (Joseph pulls Jacob towards him and Mara watches as the brothers share a tender moment. She sees the way Jacob looks at Joseph. She finds herself wishing he would look at her like that. Then she scolds herself. Stupid. You don’t even know the guy. How can she care so much? Joseph then whispers to Jacob and Jacob nods. Joseph then leaves. Faith gets up and smiles at Jacob before leaving. Mara then hears The Platters again from somewhere down the hall. Mara closes her eyes and finds herself imagining going on a date with Jacob. Having dinner, him holding her hand across the table. Then finding somewhere high up in the mountains where the view is amazing and drinking under the stars. Then kissing and keeping each other warm. Him giving her his army jacket when she gets too cold. Her chest feels tight as she realises that she wants that. She wants to have another drink with him, just the two of them, and get to know him. Really get to know him.). Jacob: You still awake? Mara: Um. Like you could sleep on this thing. What’s with the shackles you into bondage? (He chuckles.). Jacob: Would you like that? Mara: Not really. I don’t get all that. Tied up like a prisoner and tortured with whips. Hardly romantic is it? (She sighs. Then she tries to get up again.). Jacob: Maybe you should just rest. Mara: I need the loo. I guess I could just wet the bed. Judging by the state of this mattress no one would notice. (He chuckles.). Jacob: Do you often complain so much? Mara: I’m not complaining. I’m just saying. (She sways slightly as she slowly puts her feet on the floor. She winces as she tries to get up. Fuck does her leg hurt. She suddenly realises she isn’t wearing any trousers and her leg has a bandage wrapped around it. She moves the grubby blanket.). Mara: Where are my trousers? (Jacob hands them to her. She snatches them.). Mara: Bunch of pervs. (He chuckles.). Jacob: Hardly. Had to patch up your wound somehow. Couldn’t do it through your leggings. (She struggles into the leggings then stands up. She loses her balance though and stumbles forward. Jacob catches her. She looks up at him.). Jacob: Clumsy aren’t yah? (She smiles as she clings to his jacket.). Mara: I just wanted to be in your arms again. You know you could carry me to the bathroom. Like a real gent. (He stares down at her.). Jacob: Or I could just watch you struggle. Mara: Charming. Thanks for all your help. (She buries her head in his barrel of a chest and stays clinging to his jacket. He takes his hands off of her.). Jacob: You gonna let go of me? Mara: No. Jacob: Why? Mara: Don’t want to. Your warm and you smell nice. This is nice. (He steps back. She sighs then limps to the door. Faith comes back with a tray.). Faith: Hey where are you going? Mara: To the toilet. (Mara leaves the room. Faith puts the tray on the bed. Just then they hear a shout. Faith frowns and leaves the room. Jacob follows her.). Terry: Shit! Barry grab him! (A man runs across the landing heading for Mara.). Man: Cull the weak! Faith: Sis watch out! (The man reaches Mara and grabs her.). Mara: What the fuck?! Get off of me you psycho! (Mara punches him then shoves him against the banister. The man lets out a yell as he goes flying over the banister and they hear a crash down below. Mara winces and rubs her neck then leans against the wall. Terry, Barry and Faith reach her. Jacob slowly walks over to them.). Faith: Sis are you alright?! Mara: No I’m not fucking alright! I’m getting fed up of people fucking attacking me! I’ll tell yah what the next cunt that fucking touches me I’m gonna rip his dick off! (Terry laughs. Mara then turns and limps down the hallway.). Terry: Where are you going? Mara: To take a fucking piss! Barry: Whoa. Your sister sure gets angry. Faith: Yes she does. She’s always had a temper. Terry: We best go move that body from the bottom of the stairwell Baz. Barry: Yeah. I can’t believe she just did that. She just threw him the fuck over! (Barry walks off chuckling. Jacob levels Terry with a cold glare.). Jacob: What was the prisoner doing out of restraints? Terry: I’m sorry sir. It won’t happen again. Jacob: It shouldn’t have happened at all. Terry: Of course sir. Sorry. (Terry quickly walks off.). Faith: I’m gonna go see if my sister is alright. (Faith walks off. Jacob sighs then looks over the banister. He can see the Whitetail militia members crumpled body several floors below. He chuckles to himself as he sees Mara in his mind just shoving the man over. He has to admit he has never met anyone like her. He goes back to the bedroom and fiddles with the sound system. Terry told him earlier that it wasn’t working. His thoughts soon drift back to Mara though. The way she calls him handsome all the time. He wonders if she means it. He wonders how she could mean it. He knows what he looks like. He finds himself thinking about that night again. He hasn’t kissed a woman in many many years. He hasn’t been touched in many many years, not by anyone other than his brothers. He tries to tell himself that he didn’t like it. That he isn’t bothered. But he fails...Because he did. He scolds himself for having such thoughts. For being so weak. He goes back to fiddling with the sound system. Faith and Mara come back. Mara is leaning against Faith and Faith helps her to the bed. Mara sits down and sits up against the rusty headboard. Faith puts the pillow behind her. Then she puts the tray of food on her lap. Mara frowns down at it.). Mara: What’s this? Faith: Muesli. Mara: Looks like something that’s been swept out of a pigeon loft. (Mara puts some on the spoon and takes a mouthful. She coughs slightly then pulls a funny face.). Mara: Tastes like something that’s been swept out of a pigeon loft. (Jacob finds himself chuckling. Barry suddenly walks in with a member of the Whitetail militia. The man is unconscious. Barry lies him on the bed opposite Mara and straps his arms and legs to it with the shackles. Mara fights the urge not to say anything. This is the man that she is developing a crush on? A man that keeps people chained to beds and in cages? She wonders what happened to these brothers to make them to turn out so angry and wrong. But then she wonders whether or not they are wrong. Maybe it’s everyone else that is.). Mara: A question that often drives me hazy. Am I or the others crazy? Barry: What? (Jacob frowns.). Mara: Nothing. (Mara supposes she can’t really say anything. She’s never really liked people anyway. The world is crazy these days. It’s all full of shit too. Maybe it is about time it ended.). Jacob: Why are you putting him in here? Barry: The other rooms are full and Embry hasn’t gotten around to cleaning the others up yet. Jacob: Cleaning? What’s the matter with him? Barry: He’s just a confused kid. Not sure why you recruited him sir. Jacob: Hm. Mara: I like Embry. I’ll have him if you don’t want him. Bet he’s a sweetie. Barry: Ah. I’ll tell him he’s got a little admirer. Might perk him up a bit. Mara: I didn’t mean like that you saucy git. (Barry chuckles.). Barry: Terry will be disappointed. (Mara sighs and rolls her eyes.). Mara: Tell Terry not to waste his time. (Barry chuckles.). Barry: Speakers not working? Jacob: No. Short in the wiring. Barry: Hm. Need some help? Jacob: No. (Barry leaves. Faith sits there looking at Mara.). Faith: You need to eat sis. Mara: I’m trying. (Mara grimaces as she eats more of the muesli. Faith giggles watching her.). Faith: You are funny sis. Mara: Am I? (Mara sighs.). Mara: I bet I look like shit eh? Faith: You could never look like shit sis. You always were the sexy one. Mara: Sexy? There’s a word I’ve never heard you use before. Faith: Well you are. Mara: No. I’ve always looked awful. The boys always used to like you. Faith: I think maybe you just gave off this vibe of ‘don’t even think about it’. (Mara laughs then coughs and splutters. Faith gets her some water which she gulps down.). Faith: You should take it easy. Mara: Nothing worth doing is ever easy. Faith: True. Mara: Do you ever think about...How things could have been different for us? Faith: What do you mean? Mara: I mean like if we were born to parents who loved us and cared for us and we went to school and had friends and nice family dinners and...Went to college and dated guys and had sleepovers with mates and gossiped about what a dickhead the guy was. (Faith laughs.). Faith: I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about all that. Mara: No? Hm. Well instead of all that normal shit we get all of this mess don’t we? Faith: What mess? Mara: Well the parents that completely messed us up before we’d even left kindergarten, psychiatric prisons, drugs, people trying to kill us, religious cults and the end of the world. (Faith stares at her sister. Then she starts laughing.). Faith: What are you on about? Have you been drinking? Mara: No. Where would I have gotten a drink from? I could do with one actually. Faith: Oh you are terrible. Anyway this isn’t a religious cult. Mara: What is it then? (Faith opens her mouth then closes it again.). Mara: Ahhh see. Faith: No. I don’t see. It’s not a religious cult. Joseph is just trying to save people. Mara: I understand that but that could still be construed as a cult sis. Not that I mind I don’t give a shit. (Faith laughs again and shakes her head.). Mara: As long as Joseph doesn’t turn out to be like Benjamin Cyrus. (Faith frowns.). Faith: I don’t think I’ve heard of Benjamin Cyrus. Mara: He was a cult leader from an episode of Criminal Minds. Faith: So he isn’t even a real person? Mara: No. (Faith laughs.). Mara: What? Well he was a head case. The things he was doing too. Good grief. I just like the bit at the end where he goes ‘God could have stopped me’ and the FBI agent walks in at that precise moment and puts a bullet in his head then says ‘He just did’. It is funny. (Faith laughs.). Faith: When did you watch that? Mara: Me and Franky used to stay at her friend’s apartment. He liked the show. Had the whole box set. Faith: So this Cyrus was the leader of a cult? What was he doing? Mara: Well he married a fourteen year old girl and said she had to bear him children. For me that is way too young. He also had sex with other fourteen year old girls and then he gave his whole church poison to drink, even the little kids, and said that they will be together or some shit then he planted bombs and blew everything up. (Faith laughs.). Faith: The things you watch. Joseph isn’t like that at all. Mara: No I have to admit he doesn’t strike me as the type of man that would fiddle with young girls. Faith: Definitely not. This is different anyway. It isn’t a cult. A lot of people call it that but- Mara: Well it is technically. I mean the word cult means a system of religious veneration and devotion directed towards a particular figure or object. It also describes something that is popular among a particular group of people. Faith: It’s like you swallowed a dictionary. (Mara laughs.). Mara: You know it makes sense sis. Faith: Well I suppose when you word it like that it does. Mara: Right then. Glad we’ve settled that debate. (Faith laughs.). Faith: I have forgotten how strong minded you are. Mara: Stubborn sis. Like you. Faith: I suppose. So...Are you happy? Mara: Happy? No. Faith: But we’re back together and you have atoned. You have joined us and- Mara: And what? I mean what do I do now? Just forget everything and what? Sit and knit? Faith: Knit? (Faith giggles.). Faith: I suppose you could knit if you wanted to. Mara: I don’t know how to knit. (They both burst out laughing.). Faith: Oh I love you sis. Mara: Love you too. But I really can’t eat anymore of this rubbish. Faith: Fine don’t eat it then. Don’t complain that you’re hungry. Mara: Hey I don’t complain...Much. (Faith laughs. Mara smiles. She has to admit that she is glad she is back with her sister. That they are free to see each other and just talk like this whenever they want. She is glad she is out of that basement and free to do what she wants. But she still isn’t happy. She wants a normal life with a proper home and someone that loves her. God she wants that. But nobody’s going to want her.). Faith: Sis are you okay? Mara: Yeah. Great. (Mara sighs.). Mara: I’m gonna try and get some sleep. Faith: Okay. (Faith picks up the tray and carries it out of the room. Mara closes her eyes. She hears movement then a shuffling sound. Then she hears the sound of something metal falling to the floor. She opens her eyes and sees Jacob bending down to pick something up. She had forgotten he was there. She watches as he lets out a grunt and reaches under the table. His ass is now up in the air and she stares. Damn he has a nice ass. She mentally damns Jacob for even existing, for making her feel these things. Jacob goes to get up and bangs his head on the table. He sighs. She can’t help but laugh. He turns to look at her. She smiles at him.). Mara: Are you okay? Jacob: Yeah. Glad you find it amusing. Mara: Sorry. I thought I was the clumsy one. Though the view was nice. (He frowns.). Jacob: What? (He looks slightly confused.). Mara: You have a great ass. I wouldn’t mind seeing more of it. (He stares at her. He looks like he doesn’t know what to say.). Mara: Need any help? (She slowly gets up and hobbles over to him. She looks at the speaker.). Mara: Why ain’t it working? Jacob: There’s a short in the wiring. (He watches as she fiddles around with the wires.). Jacob: You haven’t got a clue what you’re doing do yah? (Damn even his voice does something to her.). Mara: Not really. Jacob: You should be resting. You need to get your strength back. Mara: Hm. I remember when I said the same to you. I bet you didn’t rest did you? Mr stubborn. Jacob: Don’t have time. Mara: You must get free time. Jacob: Always busy doing shit. Mara: Maybe that’s why you seem so miserable. You need to do something for yourself. There must be something you like doing that doesn’t involve your brothers or this place or that derelict damn veterans center. Jacob: Hm. I like nature. Mara: Nature? Jacob: It’s one of the reasons I chose the mountains. Mara: Yeah I’ve always loved it up here. I used to find like the highest points and just sit there for ages looking down at the valley. I’d sometimes make a fire and sit up there all night. Jacob: Um. You like camping? Mara: Yeah. I mean I don’t really mind TV or technology but sometimes I like to just get away from it all and go back to how it used to be. Just nature and animals and nothing. Jacob: Hm. Our ancestors would be ashamed if they could see us now. Mara: Well they’d probably not believe how much people complain these days. You’d get ‘Oh well in my day there was no central heating’. ‘In my day you didn’t need to worry about what you were going to have for dinner you’d worry about whether there was going to be any dinner’. ‘In my day you had sabre tooth tigers and woolly mammoths and you should have seen the size of them you wouldn’t believe it’. (Jacob is just looking at her with raised eyebrows. She laughs.). Mara: What? (He just lets out a chuckle.). Mara: You know you should laugh more. Jacob: Should I? Mara: Yeah laughter is good for you. And you look even more handsome when you smile. Jacob: Do I? Mara: Yeah. Why do I get the feeling you don’t believe me? Jacob: Because I don’t. Mara: Well you are. Jacob: Um. You’re just saying that. Mara: Why would I do that? Jacob... (She sighs.). Mara: The first time I saw you in John’s kitchen...I thought wow. Your eyes, that hair...I was attracted to you the first moment I saw you. When you...Stayed...And got into bed with me...I couldn’t believe my luck. (She stares into space for a moment.). Mara: I’m gonna lie down. I feel quite dizzy. (She turns and hobbles back to the bed. She lies down and closes her eyes. Jacob stands there staring down at the wires spilling out of the speaker but not really seeing them. His mind is reeling. A woman has never been attracted to him. Ever. All he’s ever really had is pity fucks. Nobody has ever wanted him. Not his parents and not the army, they just threw him away. He sighs. It doesn’t matter anyway. He knows his purpose. He turns and looks at Mara. She is lying with her back to him. He goes back to fiddling with the speaker. 

---Later: Jacob is loading up his large red truck. He puts his Judge on the backseat. The Judge just sits there looking at him. Terry then walks over.). Terry: I’ll bring the rest of the supplies over tomorrow. Jacob: Good. Is Faith still here? Terry: Nah she went back to her bunker I think. Something about the Angels. (Terry shrugs. Jacob grunts. Terry suddenly frowns.). Terry: She should be resting. (Jacob turns and sees Mara limping towards them with her holdall slung over her shoulder. She reaches the truck and opens the passenger door. She puts her holdall on the floor and gets in the passenger seat. Jacob leans into the truck.). Jacob: What are you doing? Mara: Give me a lift handsome. (She smiles at him.). Mara: I’ll make it worth your while. (Terry lets out a small cough. Jacob stares at her then raises his eyebrows.). Jacob: Oh really? Mara: If you like. (There is a low growl from the backseat and Mara turns to see the wolf snarling at her.). Mara: Oh hey Judge. Ah don’t be like that it’s only me. (The wolf continues to snarl at her. Jacob clicks his fingers and the wolf turns to look at him.). Terry: I’ll er...See you later then sir. Jacob: Yeah. (Jacob gets in the truck. He sees the look on Terry’s face and has to chuckle to himself. He looks a bit put out about Mara leaving.). Mara: What’s so funny? Jacob: Nothing. (Jacob starts the engine and pulls out of the hotels car park. Mara looks out of the window as they drive away.). Mara: Best be careful we don’t get ambushed by Whitetails. Every time I’m with you there’s drama. Jacob: No drama with me. Mara: There is. Jacob: No. That’s the Whitetails. Ain’t me. Mara: It is you. Did you fix that speaker? Jacob: Yeah. Mara: You good at fixing things then? Jacob: I’m alright. Ain’t an expert. Mara: Better than me. I used to want to be a mechanic. I could have had my own garage. Angels Autos or something cheesy like that. Jacob: Why? Mara: I don’t know. I just liked the idea of being able to fix cars. Which is kind of daft coz I don’t even know how to drive one. (She lets out a small laugh.). Jacob: You don’t know how to drive? (He sounds surprised.). Mara: No. Lessons cost money. Ain’t never had none of that. Jacob: Hm. Know that feeling. Mara: What feeling being skint all the time and wondering where you’re going to sleep next? Jacob: Yeah. Mara: It’s crap. Jacob: Yeah. (There is silence for a while. Mara finds herself looking at Jacob. He only has one hand on the steering wheel, his other hand is resting in his lap. She sits there imagining herself reaching over and taking hold of his hand. She wonders about just doing it. Then she wonders why she’s still flirting with him at all. It’s obvious to her that she’s wasting her time. He’s made it clear he isn’t interested. She turns and leans against the window as tears sting her eyes. She closes her eyes and tries to make the tears stop. She will not cry in front of him, she will not cry because of him, she will not cry at all.). Jacob: Where am I dropping you off? Mara: I don’t know. Trailers gone so... (She shrugs.). Jacob: I could drop you off at Joseph’s compound, they’ll have somewhere you can stay. Or your sisters bunker? Mara: A load of strangers or a bunker filled with drugs that make you ill. I’d rather sleep in the woods. (He raises his eyebrows.). Jacob: Well...Where do you want me to drop you off then? Mara: I dunno. Wherever I guess. Doesn’t really matter. (There is silence for a moment.). Mara: Can I just come back with you? (He is silent. She thinks she’s gone too far now. He won’t want her staying with him. Then she remembers that he keeps people in cages. Does things to them. Wheaty said that he brainwashes people to kill for him. She wonders if he’ll do that to her. Then she realises that he doesn’t really need to, she’s already killed for him.). Jacob: You want to come back to the veterans center? Mara: Why not? Ah yeah that’s right according to Wheaty I should stay away from big scary Jacob and his mansion of horrors. Jacob: Hm. You should. Mara: Always been a dumb bitch. Look just say so if you don’t want me to come back with you. Don’t have to worry about hurting my feelings or anything. (Shit. She has no idea why she said that. This guy is making her go mad.). Jacob: I wasn’t worried about hurting your feelings. I couldn’t give a shit how you feel. Mara: Why does that not surprise me. You don’t seem to care much about anything. Maybe your depressed. (He doesn’t answer but he does shoot her a cold glare. She glares back.). Mara: Oh is that Jacob’s scary face? Hm. (She giggles.). Mara: Sorry. It just makes you look sexy when you glare like that. (He chuckles and shakes his head.). Mara: Your blushing. Jacob: No I’m not. Mara: Yes you are. (She giggles.). Mara: You should believe me you know? Jacob: About what? Mara: That you’re a very handsome man. (He looks sceptical.). Mara: Seriously. A guy like you could have any woman he wanted. Jacob: Now you’re just being ridiculous and talking absolute shit. Mara: Who was it that stole your confidence? I would have thought a guy like you would be filled with confidence. Did a woman hurt you? (He sighs.). Jacob: Please stop talking. (She leans against the window again and looks out at the passing trees. It doesn’t take them long to reach the veterans center. Mara looks up as they drive past the sign. She then stares as the large building looms into view through the trees. It looks...Well like a derelict building would look. It looks dead and dreary and full of impending doom. Jacob drives through the large open gate and parks his truck. Mara sees dozens of cages and a few of them have people in them. Oh God. She schools her face to remain blank and uncaring as she gets out of the truck. She grabs her holdall and slings it over her shoulder. Jacob gets the Judge out of the truck and walks towards the front steps of the building. Two men look up as he approaches with Mara slowly following behind. Jacob hands the Judge’s leash to one of the men.). Jacob: Take him back to his kennel. Man: Yes sir. (The man walks off with the Judge. Jacob then goes inside. Mara follows him. The inside is worse than the outside. The paint on the walls is peeling and the floor is covered in stains. The ceiling is damp and there is mould growing in some places. Some of the rooms have no doors and in one hallway the radiator isn’t even attached to the wall. She can’t believe he lives here. It’s kinda sad. He starts walking up the stairs and she follows him. He then walks up another flight of stairs and walks down the hallway before opening a set of double doors. She follows him inside and looks around. There are several filing cabinets in front of the doors with TV screens and files all over them. Opposite that is a set of double doors that open onto a balcony. In the corner is another filing cabinet along with a table with another screen on it. On the wall is a target with several throwing knives embedded in it. On another wall is the large black logo of Edens Gate. There is a small bed with a filthy blanket and a rusted frame along with a small table and a metal lamp. Another table has rolled up maps on it along with an ashtray and some empty bottles of whiskey. Three pairs of boots sit under the table along with several large books. For some reason she expected Jacobs living space to be much neater and tidier what with him having been in the army. But the bed isn’t even made. She can’t believe he sleeps here.). Mara: So...You live here? Jacob: Most of the time yeah. Mara: That sucks. (He shrugs.). Jacob: Doesn’t bother me. (She puts her holdall on the floor and sits down in a chair.). Jacob: Why are you here? Mara: I don’t know. Nowhere else to go. Besides you’re the one that brought me here. Jacob: I told you, you could have gone to Joseph’s compound with the others. Mara: I doubt I’ll fit in there. Jacob: Hm. Mara: If you want me to go just say so. Do you want me to go? Jacob: No. (He stands there for a moment then sits down on the bed so that she has to turn to look at him.). Jacob: I was under the impression that you were gonna make it worth my while. (She stares at him for a moment then she lets out a small laugh and shakes her head.). Mara: Ah I see now. That’s the only reason you bought me back here. Of course. It wouldn’t be coz you liked my company or anything no. (She sits there for a moment arguing with herself. She should just leave. She should tell this dickhead to fuck right off. He wants to use her for sex again. If she lets him then she is a fucking idiot. But she wants him. She isn’t sure she is really up to it right now though. She still feels like shit. Then she has an idea. As soon as she has it she hates herself and feels stupid again. But she can’t seem to help it. She wants him. She wants to please him and...She’s never done this before and she is curious. She stands up and smiles at him.). Mara: Come here then handsome. (He looks at her for a moment before frowning and getting up. He walks over to her. She reaches out and runs her fingers over his belt before sliding her hands up over his biceps. She then grabs his jacket and pushes it off of his shoulders. He shrugs out of it and it drops to the floor. She then lifts his shirt up running her fingers up underneath it.). Mara: Off. Jacob: No. Mara: What? (She lifts his t-shirt but he pushes it back down. She frowns.). Mara: What’s the problem? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Is big scary Jacob shy? Jacob: No. Mara: Then what’s the problem? If you’re worried about how you look don’t be. Besides it’s a little late to be shy isn’t it? I saw you half naked when you were injured then I saw...All of you. Which was rather nice by the way. (He raises his eyebrows.). Jacob: Really? Mara: Yes. How many times do I have to tell you? I think you are gorgeous. (He stares at her. Then he chuckles.). Mara: You think that’s funny? It wasn’t a joke. (He notices that her cheeks have turned pink. Damn she looks cute when she’s embarrassed. He takes his shirt off and watches as she stares at his bare chest. But she doesn’t look at him like those other women did...With disgust, shock or pity. She is looking at him with lust and desire. She reaches out and runs her hands over his abdomen then his chest. Then she starts placing kisses on his chest. She then undoes his belt and jeans.). Mara: Sit down. (He sits down and watches her as she sinks to her knees and pulls him out of his boxers. She stares at his cock for a moment then she slowly slides her mouth over him. She sucks and licks at him while squeezing him with her hand. Her other hand slides over his chest, her fingers raking through the hair he has there. He lets out a groan as she slides her hand up and down his cock while sucking and licking at it. He runs his fingers through her hair. A minute later the door opens and a young man enters the room.). Man: Jacob sir- (The man stops dead when he sees what is happening. His mouth drops open. Mara doesn’t stop sucking him off though. Her nails dig into his chest and he groans then glares at the man.). Jacob: You ever heard of fucking knocking? Man: Y-Yes sir. Of course sir. S-sorry sir. (The young man hurriedly leaves the room closing the door behind him. Jacob tilts his head back and closes his eyes as she continues to suck and lick at him. Minutes later she tastes him in her mouth as he comes with a groan. She swallows and licks at him before pulling away from him and wiping her mouth. His chest is heaving and he is breathless.). Mara: Was...That okay? (He stares at her. She sounds so worried.). Jacob: Was it not obvious? (She shrugs. He tucks himself back inside his boxers then does his jeans and belt back up. She steps towards him then straddles him. The chair creaks under their combined weight.). Jacob: What are you doing? Mara: I’ve been wondering what it would be like to sit in your lap. Jacob: You have? Mara: Um. (She kisses him and runs her hands over his chest. He doesn’t kiss her back. He pushes her away and stands up.). Jacob: I have things to do. Mara: Okay. (She leans against the desk. He notices how tired she looks. How weak.). Mara: Well my body is screaming at me to get some rest so...Can I stay here or do you want me to go somewhere else? Jacob: There’s a spare room just down the hall. Mara: Thanks. (She picks up her holdall and limps to the door. He opens it and points to a door slightly further down the hall.). Mara: I’ll see you later then. Jacob: Guess you will. (She doesn’t really know what she was expecting. A kiss? A hug? She knows he isn’t that kind of man. That much is obvious. He seems cold and detached. She smiles at him and turns going into the room he indicated. She looks around. The bed is dirty and the floor is bare and could do with sweeping. The windows are boarded up like all the others. There is writing on the wall. She puts her holdall on the floor and lies down on the bed. She closes her eyes her head is swimming. It’s clear Jacob isn’t interested in her. He just wanted her to get him off. She realises that this is now the second time she has let him use her. She sighs.). Mara: What an idiot. (She liked it though. She liked the sounds he made when she was pleasuring him. She thought she was going to die of embarrassment when that man walked in. She hopes he doesn’t tell anyone what he saw. Oh that would be all she needed. For everyone to know that she dropped her knickers to some crazy ex soldier that likes treating people like animals. She sighs again and lies there thinking about Jacob...His hair...His eyes...His lips...It doesn’t take her long to fall asleep.).

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Glee - S1 E6 (Vitamin D)

They call it vitamin D for the whole thing but wasn’t it just a component for some really hard drug??? We love the bullshit

The millionth step ball change... And we’re only 6 episodes in

Mr Schue just said “Maybe so” and now all I can think of is the gif meme thing

heheheheheheh.......Sorry. Funny youtube. 

Sign #27 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: He’s eating that sandwich in the GROSSEST WAY POSSIBLE. He’s chewing with his mouth open, breathing really loud, talking with his mouthful, and he’s clearly being messy about it because there’s mustard all over his chin!!! How is Emma crushing on this dweeb

Sign #28 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: When Emma says he’s got a “cute Kirk Douglas chin dimple” (barf) he doesn’t say, hey! Maybe don’t flirt with me, I’m married!

I’m genuinely starting to feel ill whenever I have to just look at Mr Schue...

Everybody trying to learn their choreo and they’re just.... Spinning. Kurt’s about to fall over, Matt and Mike are bumping into each other, and Brittany’s just Tasmanian Devil-ing her way across the room. Love em

Brittany completely ignoring Artie’s high-five and him being like “oh-- okay...” is underrated

Matt Morrison just delivered “simply stopped trying” really weirdly. I don’t know what’s throwing me off about it, but it is

You’re right, Sue. Bones won’t grow properly without fear. AND EMMA’S BLOUSE IS INSANE

“I don’t understand how lightning is in competition with an above-ground swimming pool” You’re RIGHT KURT and you SHOULD SAY IT! Bears and sharks aren’t in competition either! Call out post for Mr Schue: The man knows NOTHING of the most basic ecology!

The look Quinn gives Finn when he yawns... Let my mans nap!!!

Kurt did his best to get to the girl’s side. Can you fucking blame him? Puck’s still an asshole to him as far as we all know!

Santana and Brittany just casually linking arms... Be still my beating heart

Kurt just walking along with Finn to football practice... Look at those brothers go!!! I am ignoring Puck

Ohh Sue’s journal... A wonderful character

You’re right, Sue, Will Schuester IS to blame for the world’s problems. Please do destroy the man

“I’ve always thought the desire to procreate showed deep personal weakness” Got ‘em

And thus begins the saga of Sue pushing problem people down the stairs. I’m not saying she should do that to Mr Schue... I’m just saying, why doesn’t she?

If Will wasn’t flirting with Emma, he wouldn’t get all nervous and upset when his wife turns up. Them’s the facts.

Does Terri know about Emma’s germophobia...? Because if so, it’s probably not cool for Will to have told her that. Unless Sue did, but I wouldn’t put it past him

As if they could get away with hiring a random unqualified woman as a school nurse?

Is “route” really pronounced like that......? Huh

Finn getting Biofreeze in his eye will forever be hilarious.

LEVEL 2!!!

I hate hats. I don’t know why, but I do. And I want Kurt to live his best life, but man, I hate that hat

Cory Monteith really got paid to drool. Goals

“Puck, with respect, you’re more helpful when you don’t contribute” Tell him, Artie!!!

Everybody making fun of Quinn :C Britt, you’re better than this!!

People (I’m people) can hate on Rachel all they want but this scenario is one example of her actually working harder than anybody else in the group. Yes, the solos should be shared more equally, but it’s hard to be mad at her when the others are claiming her ideas as their own and sitting around when they should be rehearsing. Except Brittany! She’s stretching, at least, love her

Terri let him NAP. WITHOUT DRUGS.

Finn’s having some serious mental health concerns but he’s not getting what he needs and I hate it. Help him!!!

Why does Terri care if Finn’s not faithful? Like, yeah, he should be, but it’s not going to affect the baby!

Surely if she took those pills for ALL of high school, they would’ve lost their effect after a while?

God I love high Finn. He just CHUCKED Matt outta that chair. 

Puck knows what’s up. Kurt thinks it’s vitamin C, because Vogue said so, and Iove him. He also looks SO weirded out

Terri gave him a whole BOX huh?

Time for season 1′s best mash-up. I love this so much. They’re all going so HARD and Finn looks like his eyes are about to pop right out. The way he’s rubbing the mic... How could they not tell he was off his face???

MIKE’S SINGING. MIKE’S SINGING BACK UP AND NOBODY’S WINCING. Glee has no continuity confirmed

I feel like I shouldn’t find this performance cute because they’re all meant to be high as shit BUT THEY’RE JUST SO EXCITED???

Kevin McHale bumps every song features in up by at least 2 letter grades and that’s just a fact

LET MIKE CHANG DANCE!!!! LET HIM DANCE FOREVER HE DESERVES SO MUCH

I would say the same for Matt but then I’ll get sad about him being dumped into the void in like 16 episodes time

Oh Rachel worrying about Quinn... Be still my gay heart

Rachel just cuts right through her bullshit without hesitating for a second. She knows what it’s like to feel like the odd one out and she’s doing the absolute most to make sure Quinn doesn’t feel that way and I love her for it

The way Quinn slowly turns to face her... And Rachel says they don’t have to be enemies and Quinn can’t understand why Rachel would offer her a second chance... 

Quinn legit draws porn of Rachel it’s canon. I mean it’s fucked up but there are only so many reasons a person would do that

“I would’ve tortured you if the roles were reversed you know” “I know” And then the way she watches Rachel walk away... My HEART

Ken and Terri, the power duo of awful

“Laughing... Talking... All the stuff she never does with me” I hate it. They suck. Emma is a dumbass for agreeing to date a guy who she just genuinely doesn’t like and Ken’s just an ASSHOLE for bullying her into it

And now Ken’s about to propose because he’s being bullied into it. Why the fuck does this happen?

I don’t buy that Rachel took this long to berate all the girls for not prepping their mash-up harder after the boys killed theirs. She’d be right on that

Kurt I love the waistcoat and the bowtie but WHAT is happening on your ELBOWS.

You really wanted those guys in cornrows, Kurt? None of them have the length for it. ALSO I love that the exotic bird feathers thing comes back next season 10/10

F-ROD!!! GO OFF RACHEL!!! Even if Finn doesn’t know what half these words mean!

Rachel really wakes up with flawless hair, huh! And then she just... Does all that. She never stops being extra...

Did they just start walking in the opposite direction?

I feel like it’s dumb that Rachel doesn’t just tell Mr Schue that they all took pills, but it’s more in character for her to not waste an opportunity to perform anyway

Howard Bamboo,totally unqualified man who absolutely isn’t staff, is just allowed on campus to deliver DRUGS? HELLO???

Quinn only gets folic acid... And yet I’m pretty sure she manages to keep up with everybody else. HOW?

“What’s up with Ken?” [FRANTIC PAPER SHREDDING] 

I don’t care how married you are, no person should lick another person’s face

I can physically feel the awkwardness between Will and Terri. JUST DIVORCE ALREADY

Don’t like ya Will but you’re right, shit’s not healthy if there’s no space!

Imagine proposing in the staff room at work just because a random woman told you to

“Emma Pilsbury, this is not an engagement ring” “Oh thank god--” “No, I mean, it is” Just take the L, Ken

AND ALSO ANGELS!!!

Quinn’s so fucking concerned. I love this

I usually don’t like yellow clothes but these girls make it look so dang CUTE. More pastels plz

Again, I have no idea how pregnant Quinn is keeping up at all...

HALOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Kurt’s wearing those blocky shades so the boys can’t see his betrayal

Where the hell did this mock-stage set up come from

“We came up with the idea together!” No... Will, that was Sue. Sue gave you the idea

Emma’s pretty much explicitly told Will she’s only marrying Ken because Will won’t be with her. EVERYBODY SUCKS

This argument between Terri and Emma is a nightmare. The most confrontational person VS the least... I’d fucking evaporate if Terri came at me like that

The way Emma’s voice shakes when she tells Terri that Will deserves better... Ouchie

Quinn is just adorable. Diana made this character, and she did such an amazing job... She’s more empathetic than she lets anybody realise

The fact that Terri won’t even help this TEENAGE GIRL pay for the baby that she’ll eventually adopt is a nightmare. Where do you expect her to get the cash from?

Wanting to get married without being married is kind of a mood... Secret marriage

BEING A PUSHOVER WHEN IT COMES TO YOU DOESN’T MAKE HIM A GOOD MAN

Finn and Rachel both realising they screwed up is perfect. 

Finn continuing to not know what any words mean is also perfect

This is a cute Rachel moment actually... Yes girl compete WITH your friends!!! You’re a team!!!!

Ahh, methamphetamines! That’s what it was. Yeah, fuck Terri

I’m still looking at Matt Morrison’s lips and trying to figure out if he’s had fillers. They just curl too far!!!

Mr Schue being called out for making things too competitive - fine, I guess. Bringing in SUE to rectify that...??? Hello? Figgins?

Those white jeans are a LOOK Kurt. He’s like a twink Steve Jobs rn

Britt and Santana’s little smiles at each other when Sue’s announced as co-captain... Hell yeah future wives

I’d like to think Will’s upset about Emma marrying Ken for the right reasons (i.e. Ken’s an asshole) but we been knew he’s not. He’s looking at her like he’s just been shot

AIN’T NOTHIN GONNA BREAK MY STRIDE! NOBODY GONNA SLOW ME DOWN! OH NO, I’VE GOT TO KEEP ON MOVIN!

I really just love how stupid this show is! It makes no god damn sense and I fall for it every time!

#Glee #Glee Season 1 #Rosie watches things and then says things about the thing

[secondhand-trash]

Ben Hargreeves(UA)- Moving On

[Requested]

Description: You were doing fine, moved on as everyone told you to. Until you were forced to return to the town that haunts you in your dreams.

Word count: 2369

Playlist:

Lookalike//Conan Gray

The Ghost of You//My Chemical Romance

Cancer//My Chemical Romance

It was a lie when you told them that you had moved on.

You genuinely thought that you did, until issues with the family property forced you to go back to the town you grew up in and you were once again reminded of the very reason you avoided this place with all your might.

And it all hurt too much, that everything in this place reminded you of him.

Standing in front of the lawn that you once called home, you stared at the vacant sign with a strange sense of melancholy in your heart. Nothing really changed, the broken tiles of the pavement never got repaired, you could still see the peeled paint of the fence. Yet, everything felt different and it wasn’t until you heard the laughter from a group of children passing by that it hit you. It used to be you and him laughing by the sidewalk.

“It was cool and all but then Luke decided that it would be funny if he poured the entire glass of milk on Kevin but then he actually got caught by the headmaster and…” you rambled, trying your best to recall everything that happened. You paused mid-sentence and let out an embarrassed chuckle as you realized that you had been going on and on about your day that you hadn’t even asked your friend about his.

“Sorry, that must have bored you.” You looked up to see the large grin on Ben’s face. 

“No, it’s fine,” he said, still smiling, “I like hearing you talk.” 

You felt the heat creeping up your cheeks and lowered your head to hide your shyness. Seeing your reaction, Ben bent down to look at you and you laughed at the close up of his face right in front of you. “Tell me more about it.” Ben said eagerly. You smiled and continue telling the story of how someone broke into a fight in the cafeteria.  

“And that’s why we are banned from using glass utensils from now on.” You looked at your friend with his eyes fixed on you, “Honestly, I don’t get how you’re always so interested in what happened at school. Nothing much happens, really.”

“I don’t know,” Ben said, looking at the ground as he speaks, “I guess I just want to know what it’s like to be normal.” You knew that Ben had never been happy with the life he had and nothing hurts you more than seeing him so upset. 

“Well,” you tried to comfort him, “saving people is cool.”

“But I don’t want to. I just want to be normal, go to school, make friends,” Ben’s voice got softer, “I’m tired of being a monster.” 

You frowned, “Ben, you’re not a monster.” “

Of course I am,” Ben bitterly replied, “there are literally tentacles coming out of my body.”

“Your powers don’t define you,” you said, getting more emotional as you speak, “you’re my best friend and one of the kindest people I know. I mean, you tried so hard to be good and it says way more about who you are than your powers. So please, give yourself more credit.” 

You paused for a while and reluctantly added, “And tentacles are cool too.”

Ben chuckled and you smiled in relief. “So,” you said cheerily, “tell me about your day, I want to know everything.” 

Ben looked away and fidgeted with his hands, “No, nothing interesting happened, really…”

“Oh, come on! But I told you everything!”

“I promised that I won’t tell anyone.”

“Please please please please-”

“Ok fine. So Klaus got a bit nauseous after Diego told him to lick a battery…”

You smiled upon recalling the happy memories you had in this place yet you couldn’t help but remember what happened years later and the joy was soon replaced by a heavy feeling in your chest. You quickly left as an attempt to stop your mind from wondering any further down the lane you knew it was going. You had to brush it off, just like how you did all those times that familiar figure popped up in your mind.

(You’ve moved on, so stop thinking about it.)

You slowed down after noticing how far you had gotten. You didn’t realize how frantic you were until you finally stopped and panted from how fast you walked. Taking a deep breath to calm down, you took in your surroundings to see that you were in a neighborhood you used to hang out with your friends in. You were taken back and slightly jumped when you felt a tap on your shoulder while you were deep in thoughts.

“(y/n)? Is it really you? I haven’t seen you in ages!”

You turned around to see a familiar face smiling at you. You were sure that you know this person yet none of the names that popped up in your mind seemed to match this face you were looking at.

“I’m Jamie? We had English together in high school and we went out once?”

“Oh! Jamie right? I remember you!” Truths be told, you hadn’t thought of him ever since you graduated high school. But you did vividly remember the night you went out with him, for a reason very different to what he might have expected.

You were frantically searching you drawers when you heard a knock on your window. You looked out to see a tentacle holding on to the window’s frame tightly. You pulled Ben inside your room and he sat on the floor, panting “Thank god, you finally let me in. I’ve been hanging onto your window for minutes and I didn’t think I could hold on to it any longer.”

Normally, you would be delighted to see that your friend managed to sneak out but you were so stressed that you couldn’t focus on anything. “Ben, do you remember where I put my contact lenses after I wore them last time?” you asked, so desperate that you did not even think for a second that he might be even more clueless than you were. 

Ben furrowed his eyebrows, “Well.. have you checked that upper shelf in your closet?” You walked over to your closet and let out a relieved sigh when you finally saw the case you were looking for. 

“Why are you looking for your lenses?” Ben asked, “You don’t wear them unless it is a special occasion. Wait... Why are you all dressed up?”

You stopped at your tracks upon hearing his question and a strange feeling of guilt washed over you. “I, uh... I might be going on a date?” you said, trying to pretend like it was completely casual by shrugging a little bit. Why did you feel uncomfortable telling Ben that you were seeing someone? It’s not like you did anything wrong.

“Oh,” Ben averted his gaze from you, “Well, with who?”

You turned around, pretending to fix your hair in the mirror. “A guy I met at school, he sat next to me in class.” you said and you carefully studied Ben’s reaction in the mirror. 

“So you like this person? I suppose?” 

You tried to think of a proper answer, “He has a cute smile.” He did not say anything and the two of you stayed there in silence.  

After a while, you heard the sound of a window opening and turned to see Ben climbing out of the window. “I guess I should go, since there’s no point for me to stay here if you’re not free,” he said and gave you a quick smile, “have fun on your date.” 

Not giving any chance for you to respond, he jumped off the window and disappeared from your sight. 

“Wait! Ben-” you wanted to stop him but was interrupted by the ring of the doorbell. You grunted and quickly grabbed your things before leaving your room.

You opened your door to see Jamie with a huge grin on his face. “Ready to go?” he asked, holding his arm out to you. You felt uneasy with his formality but took his arm anyways. Walking onto the street, you caught a glimpse of Ben running away from the corner of your eye. You were shocked by how much you wanted to call out to him. 

“Are you ok?”

The voice next to you brought you back to reality and you gave your date a weak smile to assure him that you were alright.

It was not until later that night when he walked you home that you noticed how much his smile reminded you of Ben’s.

You remember that night like no other. Because looking back, you knew by now that you should have realized it was Ben you were in love with.

While talking to Jamie, you felt an ache in your chest whenever he smiled at what you said. You silently cursed to yourself, how did he still kept the same smile after so many years? You felt so relieved when you finally ended your conversation with him, it was getting harder and harder to conceal the face that your mind was trying to brought up.

(It’s time to move on. Please, I want to move on.)

You felt tired and your mind was in a state of blank. Your walking through the street without a destination in mind, it was like your legs were moving on their own will. But you recognized the road you were walking on, and you could feel you hands shaking at the idea of where you were heading towards. Stop, stop. Every ounce of your will power was telling you to turn back but you gave in to your conscience that told you that you actually wanted to keep moving.

It was when you pushed open the gates of the Umbrella Academy that you regretted not backing out.

You looked at the portraits of the family as you walked along the corridor, your heart skipping a beat when you saw the first painting without the figure of Ben. You quickened your pace, forcing yourself to not look at any of the portraits to come and headed outside instead.

You liked the Hargreeves’ garden. But standing in front of the statue of your dead friend, even the plants seemed to be mocking your pain as you stared.

“This does not look anything like him.”

You were startled by the interruption of your silence and turned around to face the owner of the voice. “It’s been long since you were here." Klaus said, standing next to you and looked at the statue. 

You said in what sounded like a whisper, “It was.” 

He looked at you while your gaze never left the statue, “The way you moved away right after the accident happened, I wasn’t expecting to see you any sooner.” 

You let out a bitter laugh, “Trust me, I tried really hard to stay away from this place. I wouldn’t have come back if I didn’t have to.”

Klaus didn’t press you to go any further but he was still looking at you. You were not that close with Klaus and the image you had of him was mostly based off of what Ben had told you. Yet, at this moment when you felt so vulnerable, you couldn’t help but saying everything you had been holding in since you got back to this town. “I knew that I was not ready to come back and face everything I left,” you said in defeated manner, “And when I finally thought I could do it, that it no longer bothers me, the fact that every god damn thing I’ve came across since I arrived still hurt me brought a way bigger impact on me than I thought it would.” 

Klaus seemed to be unsettled by what you said, “It was hard for you to lose your closest friend and-”

“Klaus, I was in love with your brother.”

His eyes widened and he slightly narrowed his gaze to an empty space next to him. You did not noticed how uncomfortable he seemed to be and continued, “I imagined a future with him and he died. I escaped from this place to forget about everything I’ve felt for him but then I came back and, god, I still want that. I still want all those things we had planned to do together. I want a life with him.” 

You could feel tears forming in your eyes and you laughed to cover up how much it torn you to say all these things out loud for the first time, “Hell, I’m not even sure if he knew.”

“Trust me,” Klaus said softly, “he does.” 

You forced out a chuckle, “how are you so sure?”

“Because he is right here with me.”

You froze and the forced smile slowly left your face. You were not sure what that felling was. Were you happy to know that your friend was, in some sense, still existing on this world or did it pain you more to be so close yet so far from the person that you would give your soul to talk to again?

“And he wants to tell you that he had loved you for so long, that his biggest regret was never getting the chance to say goodbye.”

That broke you. This was all too much for you to handle.

You tried to held it back but the tears sliding down your cheeks had betrayed you. Barely able to speak through the pain in your throat, you forced the sounds out between sobs, “I think I should go.”

“(y/n)...”

“It was... nice talking to you,” you turned to give him a smile with all your might, knowing full well that Ben was watching you as well, "I'll try to come by again.”

Running out of the building, you leaned on the wall when you were certain that no one was around. What used to be silent sobs turned in sharp cries as you gave up trying to hold back.

(If there is no turning back, then why can’t I find a reason to move on?)

#ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves imagine #ben hargreeves x reader #umbrella academy imagine #Umbrella Academy #number six #The Umbrella Academy #the umbrella academy imagine #tua #tua imagine #umbrella academy fanfiction #umbrella academy fanfic

[bcsoftbz]

I don’t wanna miss you

You and Kevin used to be a couple. Unfortunately he never had time with you the last week, and he didn’t even know that you were leaving. Now you are studying in your hometown when you get a text from your first love.

Kevin x Reader

Fluff

Word count: 1039

It has been three months since you left. You had been a university exchange student in Korea. During your time there you had felt loneliness, happiness and a lot of other feelings. The year there didn’t start off great, but as soon you got friends it all got easier. Sometime you guys would go and drink with other people, and that’s how you met him. Your first love, Kevin. He was also an exchange student, but from Canada.

You two started to talk more and more through these hangouts, and one day Kevin texted you. He asked you out, and you were so happy that you forgot to reply him. It wasn’t until hours later when you were getting annoyed over that you didn’t get any reply. You thought he was playing hard to get, but when you opened the chat you realised it was you who never pressed the ’send’ button. You quickly change your message to an apology and said yes. After this all your dates where a dance on roses. It all felt like a dream. The months went buy and you two had even moved together, so it was with a broken heart you realised that it was a week left. You had tried to call him and text him that you wanted to meet him after school, but he was always busy and came home late. It wasn’t until the same morning you had left, that he realised your stuff were gone. Only pictures of you two were left and a note on the kitchen table.

The guilt was eating him. How could he do this to you? He loved you. You were his favorite person, his crush, his girlfriend. Kevin tried to call you but you didn’t answer. The following weeks everyone could tell he wasn’t himself. He drank more than usually at those hangouts. He flirted more than ever, but always rejected those he had been giving signals to.

Three months had passed. You were living in your own apartment nearby the university you studied at. You and Kevin were following each other on instagram and sometimes texted on kakaotalk. On instagram you always saw him with others which broke your heart a little every time, but you weren’t his anymore, and he wasn’t yours. You still talked to your mutual friends you two had. You told the girls how you felt, and they all tried to console you. Difficult through text, but it helped.

One night you checked Kevin’s story on instagram. ”Can’t stop think of our memories.” It said with a picture of a plushie he had won you , back then when you were dating. You felt happy but also sad. He had hurt your feelings, but at the same time, he didn’t know. He didn’t know that you were leaving so soon. You snapped back to reality when you got a message on kakaotalk.

”You awake?” Kevin had texted. ”Yeah…” You wrote back. ”Are you pulling an all nighter again?” “Yeah, it’s so much homework and group projects. I’m not going to fail this term.”  ”Ahh, you need to sleep tho.” ”Right back at you.” ”Touché.” You giggled over his reply. ”I just really miss you.” Kevin texted. You felt your heart beat extra. ”I miss you too.” You admitted. ”I never wanted to miss you tho, I just wanted to bless you.” This made you a little confused. ”What are you trying to say?” You asked. Suddenly the doorbell on your door rang. You waddled tiredly over to the door, along with your cup of tea in your hand. You opened the door.

”Hello, my name is Kevin. I live on the second floor. I just moved here. Exchange student hehe.” Kevin scratched his neck before he pulled up a bouquet of flowers. ”I heard you were studying, and so am I so I was thinking we could maybe study together? I’m really good with words if that’s the struggle.” Tears were falling from your cheeks. ”Are you lying?” You asked, trying to wipe away the tears with your right hand. ”No, I even used to help my girlfriend with her assignment because she was terrible at it. She always got A when I helped her.” ”You cried-laughed as you lightly hit his chest. ”Are you really staying?” You asked. Kevin gave you the warm smile that you had missed. It was a smile filled with love, and love only. ”Yes y/n, I’m staying here.” He took out his student card as proof. You hugged Kevin, and he hugged you back. ”And I take that one.” He said as he took away the cup in your hand to place it on the shelf next to your door.

You had missed his smell, his hugs, his smile, just everything. ”You know, I was a mess after you left me.” Kevin mumbled as his hand brushed through your hair. Kevin left small soft kisses on your head. ”You are crazy for going all the way here to study.” You giggled as you went inside, holding his hand. ”I might be crazy, but you drive me insane.” He gave you one of his famous smirk that always made your knees weak. Kevin held out the bouquet. ”Gonna take them or?” ”Ah, sorry.” You took the flowers and was just going to find a vase when Kevin pulled you back. Your hand landed on his chest, as his left arm was behind your back, keeping your up so you wouldn’t fall. ”Do you know how perfect you are?” He asked, while looking at you all dreamy. ”I’m not.” You said, avoiding his eyes while a blush was painted on your cheeks. Kevin’s right hand turned your face back to him, looking you deep in the eyes. ”You are.” Kevin leaned in and kissed you. It was one of those slow but passionated kisses.

”So what are we writing about?” Kevin asked when he pulled away, letting you catch your breath. ”Us.” You replied as you leaned in. It all felt like a dream, but when you woke up the next morning he was still sleeping next to you. ”I love you.” You mumbled before you snuggled up next to him.

#the boyz #the boyz fanfic #the boyz kevin #kevin moon #tbz fluff #tbz kevin #tbz fanfic

[kgyeomiex]

Secrets (M)

“We weren’t meant to be. We should have never kissed. I should not have become that weak soul which needs you. We shouldn’t have met, but we did.”

Summary: I call him devil because he makes me want to sin. And every time he knocks… I can’t help but let him in…

Hoseok was my brother’s best friend. He was nothing but bad news, but the more I spent time around him… the more I couldn’t help but fall for him…

Temptation is a dangerous thing… especially with a guy like him…

Has become a youtube series: (Trailer) (Part 1) (Part 2)

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 

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I have no idea why Hoseok cares whether I’m jealous or not. Hoseok shouldn’t care anyway, especially since the boy now has a girlfriend. I crossed my arms and instantly rolled my eyes.

“Why would I admit to something that’s not true?” I asked Hoseok and he just smiles.

I swear Hoseok is toxic. The moment he smirks I know he finds it amusing to bother me and I’m sick of it.

“Jennie, it’s okay you had your chance but you rejected me,” I mean what else was I supposed to do? Let Hoseok come into my life to fuck everything up? No thanks. I almost did that and after I snapped back into reality, I realized that it was a major mistake.

“You and I both know you don’t do relationships. Just because you’re in one now doesn’t mean that the two of you are going to last,” I didn’t mean to be a complete asshole to Hoseok but it’s true.

Everyone who knows Hoseok knows he’s a fuckboy. He easily gets tired of girls and moves on to the next. I feel bad for his girlfriend right now but hey she should have known what she was signing herself up for.

I was waiting for Hoseok to make another comment but he stayed quiet. I stood there for a bit staring at Hoseok in silence waiting for him to say something. However, he just stood there looking right at me. Well, guess this is my cue to leave.

Not saying a single word so I walked off.

~

I don’t like Hoseok… I don’t like Hoseok…

If anything I hate him.

“Jennie!” I heard my name being called. I instantly jumped up and looked at Kevin waving his hands in the air side to side. Oh shit, when did he get here?

Here I am laying in bed completely distracted trying to admit to myself that I hate Hoseok. I had my eyes closed listening to music and here comes Kevin trying to capture my damn attention… I mean I could have been sleeping… How rude.

“Sorry, what?” I asked as I took off my headphones and Kevin rolled his eyes.

“I could have been dying and it would have taken you five years for you to realize I’m dead,” one thing Kevin and I had in common was that both of us are incredibly dramatic. I guess you can say it runs in the family.

“Oh come on, it probably would have been longer than five years,” I said playing along and instead of Kevin making a comment he grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it right at me.

“I’m kidding,” I pushed the pillow aside and looked at Kevin. What did he want anyway?

Usually, when Kevin comes into my room it’s a favor… There has never been a moment I can recall where Kevin just comes into the room out of the blue just to have a conversation…. 

Nope never happened.

“Anyways what’s up?” I asked Kevin looking at my phone but instead of hearing him talk I heard pure silence…

Why is he quiet…

I slowly picked up my head and seen Kevin smiling from ear to ear. Oh no… He wants something… Just from that smile, I know that no is not an answer…

“Oh no…” Kevin quickly ran up to me and grabbed my wrist.

“Jennie! Please… I need you to do me this favor,” oh god…

“Let me hear it,” I said crossing my arms and Kevin just smiles.

“Just say you’ll do it,” the bad thing about Kevin is he wants you to automatically confirm that you will do his favor without even letting me have a chance to hear it first.

“No, the last time you made me say yes I ended up carrying Hoseok and you all the way home because first of all you two were sloppy drunk and no one had money for a cab!” I reminded Kevin that tragic night and Kevin looked down.

“I told you I was sorry,” bullshit but whatever.

“So before I agree to anything I need to hear what your favor consists of,” I said crossing my arms putting the most serious face I could on and Kevin looks right at me.

“It’s not as bad as you’re probably thinking,” so that means it doesn’t involve Hoseok and him being drunk? Or Hoseok at all?

“Okay, so what is it?” I have no idea why Kevin can’t just simply tell me what the favor is. I mean I’ll keep asking him to tell me but instead, he’s beating around the bush.

“Okay… So let’s just say I have a date tomorrow,” okay what on earth does that have to do with me?

“And what do you want me to do about that?” Was Kevin going to make me call his date and lie that he left out of the country or something?

“You know… First dates are usually awkward,” Kevin stopped talking for a split second tried to find a way to properly ask me.

“And well I was hoping you and Jungkook could tag along with me and my date to an amusement park,” well this is the first time Kevin’s favor isn’t bad… It’s kind of too good to be true.

“What’s the catch?” I instantly asked and Kevin just looked at me and smiled. Okay, that smile says it all.

“Hoseok and his girlfriend will be joining us too,” nope nope at first I was going to give Kevin the benefit of the doubt but hell no I am not going to be around Hoseok. No one can force me to be around that ass anymore.

“Yeah no thanks,” I said and Kevin looked right at me.

“Come on! I know you hate Hoseok but you’re going to be with your date so you won’t technically be around him,” Who cares if I know Hoseok’s presence is around me I won’t be able to focus on Jungkook without being worried that Hoseok will come with a plan up his damn sleeve.

“Kevin, I love you but I’m selfish. I will not force myself to be around someone I hate,” I feel bad saying no to Kevin but if I agree to go I have a bad feeling about it… Why would I want to make myself suffer like that?

“Jennie,”

I shook my head and rested my hand on Kevin’s shoulder.

“Look Kevin let’s just drop it, no matter how many times you ask me I will continue saying no,” Kevin got up and looked at me.

“Well although you told me no, if you change your mind you know exactly where to find me,” I know I wasn’t going to change my mind however I just nodded my head and watched Kevin walk away.

I laid back down and stared at the ceiling. Not only would Hoseok try to do something to destroy my relationship with Jungkook but the whole tension would feel awkward… Although I hate Hoseok it’s hard not to act weird around him especially because I shared my first kiss with the boy.

Maybe Taehyung was right… Sharing my first kiss with Hoseok wasn’t a good idea, I have no idea what on earth I was thinking in the first place.

I grabbed my phone and knew I had to ask my best friend for some advice. Taehyung always knew what to do and right now you needed help making up your mind.

~

Why did I agree to this? I swear I am going to regret ever saying yes to this. Just the fact that I am going to be with my boyfriend and Hoseok sounds like trouble.

I just hope that Hoseok just stays focused on his little girlfriend and learns to leave me alone. I can’t do this playing with my feelings anymore.

“Jennie,” I looked over and noticed Jungkook finally approaching my brother and I. Not only are we all going to spend time in the amusement park but also we are all going to be in the same car.

“For a second I thought you weren’t going to make it,” I said as Jungkook was now standing right in front of me and he smiled.

“You know I wouldn’t miss our date in the world,” Jungkook slowly leaned in getting ready to kiss you until…

“I’m here!” Both Jungkook and I pull away and there I see Hoseok looking over at me with a smirk.

Was that necessary?

I swear I will try my hardest to be on my best behavior but if Hoseok says or does anything that will piss me off I swear everyone will see a flying shoe being thrown his direction.

“No one cares,” I mumbled and jungkook looked over at me but I just smiled.

“My date is running a couple of minutes late… If you guys want you can start heading into the car,” I looked at Jungkook and in no time the both of us approached the car.

As we reached the doors I was about to grab the door handle till...

“Oh my my look who we have here,” Hoseok was right in front of you smirking.

You all haven’t left yet to the date but here you are getting annoyed with Hoseok already.  

“Hoseok… Do you mind pushing over, Jungkook and I are trying to take a seat,” Hoseok looked at the car door and then back at you.

“I actually do mind, maybe I wanted to take a seat first,” I took one look over at Jungkook and he looked at me a bit concerned.

He probably has a feeling that I'm ready to attack this man. Or maybe he knows that this trip was going to be a long one since I’m probably going to be arguing with Hoseok.

No matter how many times the both of us talk and discuss about being friends it’s never really an option just because both of us got on each other's nerves…

I have no idea why we can’t seem to get along but oh well…

“Let’s just let them take a seat first,” Jungkook says looking over at me and I glanced over at Hoseok and seen him smirking.

“But-,” I was going to continue arguing and make sure that I didn’t let Hoseok get what he wanted but there was no point.

Maybe I should have done what I was planning to do and ignore Hoseok’s existence. I swear no matter how hard I try to ignore Hoseok and his presences, it never seems to work out. He’s everywhere…

Hoseok walked over to the car and took one look at me before entering. He smirked and looked at me up and down. Oh, this boy has some nerves…

I wanted to react and kick but with Jungkook by my side, I knew I couldn’t. I had to act like I wasn’t bothered especially with Jungkook by my side.

As Hoseok and his girlfriend sat in the car, Jungkook and I looked inside and realized there was one more seat left. I looked over at Jungkook and noticed him awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

“Looks like there is only one spot left…” Well great going Kevin…

Wait, why am I blaming him? Oh, that’s right he’s the main reason why you even agreed to come to this stupid trip in the first place.

“I forgot that Kevin’s car is extremely small.” Jungkook looked at you and awkwardly smiled.

“I mean if you want you can sit on my lap, if not… Hos-” I instantly cut him off the moment he began to call out Hoseok’s name.

“I’ll sit on your lap,” Jungkook slowly makes his way in the car and at that moment I hopped in as well and took a seat at his lap.

I don’t know why but as I was sitting on Jungkook’s lap, I looked over at Hoseok and noticed how bothered he seemed to be. A huge smile of satisfaction spread across my face.

Maybe this trip will be fun after all…

~

After that long trip of sitting in a car for a couple of hours, we finally arrived at our destination.

I knew the trip with going to be interesting especially since Hoseok was also joining me and my brother with his girlfriend... But I didn’t think it was going to get interesting this fast in the day.

The moment I sat on Jungkook’s lap, Hoseok already started to act immature and salty for no reason.

As I tried to talk to my brother or even Jungkook, Hoseok would make noises or even talk but made sure that was louder than I was. He even had control of the music so the moment he saw that I was about to talk he would put the music louder than my voice.

I was annoyed but I tried not to let that get to me, I tried my hardest to act as if that didn’t bother me but then he began to do other things that began to annoy me. After giving me such a hard time trying to even speak, he let me speak eventually but he had a comment to almost everything.

A person can only take so much.

Jungkook tried to calm me down but I snapped. Eventually, after dealing with Hoseok and his annoying mouth of his, we argued the whole car ride here...

Now I hope my brother understand why I don’t like coming out.

The moment we arrived I was the first one out of the car annoyed and ready to strangle a person… And by a person, I meant the one and only Hoseok.

“Jennie… Everything is going to be fine, we’ll just be as far away as possible from Hoseok, okay?” Jungkook says looking directly at me and instead of continuing with the issue I just nodded my head and accepted it.

“Okay fine,” I mumbled trying my hardest to be the mature one in the situation.

At last everyone was out of the car and we all walked on our way to the main entrance. I tried my hardest not to look over at Hoseok but I couldn’t help myself especially because I swear I feel his eyes on me.

“Shoot... “ Kevin stopped walking and then looked back at us.

“What happened now?” I asked as I watched Kevin pat down his pockets and instead of saying anything, he just awkwardly laughed…

Kevin didn’t even have to say much… I already knew what was happening. I watched him awkward pat his pockets and then looked over at us still smiling…

“Okay… So I have bad news,” I can tell…

“Let me guess you forget your wallet?” I asked Kevin right away not giving him much of a chance to explain himself.

Kevin stood quiet but slowly nodded his head.

“I know I brought it… But I think I left it back in the car,” I don’t know what came over me but it must be the fact that I don’t want to be around Hoseok any longer…

“I’ll get it,” everyone including Jungkook all looked at me surprised.

“What? I'm trying to do something nice… Is that so wrong?” I said before I walked off walking back to where Kevin parked his car...

Honestly, I was expecting some quiet but it wasn’t long until it was suddenly rudely interrupted.

“Isn’t it just a nice day to go out for a walk.” I looked over my shoulder and there I see Hoseok right by my side.

I thought if I were to leave the area for a few I would have a break from Hoseok… But I guess the joke is on me because he’s still right here by my damn side… I swear can’t Hoseok get the damn clue, get lost.

“Why are you here?” I asked Hoseok annoyed and irritated and instead of answering my question, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and smiled.

“Don’t you think that if we spend more time with each other we can finally learn how to get along?” Hoseok says and I couldn’t help but to automatically laugh.

How many chances has Hoseok had to fix things and how many times had he fucked up all his chances? Way too many to count.

“Hoseok I don’t have time to play your stupid childish games,” I’m pretty sure I told Hoseok this before but it hasn’t processed clearly into his damn head.

“Jennie, come on,” he grabs my hand and stops me from walking.

I froze and looked at his hand.

“Hoseok let go,” I will talk to Hoseok if that’s what he wants, however, I don’t want him to be touching me as he does so…

“I’m sorry,” he removed his hand and sighed.

“Look let’s face it… You and I can’t be friends, it won’t ever work out and you know it,” I didn’t want to be so mean about it but it’s true. Hoseok and I can’t ever seem to meet eye to eye plus… Every time I’m around him this unfamiliar feeling comes out of the blue and I don’t know how to react or what to say so I rather keep my distance.

“You’re right,” He says and I was expecting that respond… It was the response that I should be happy to hear however I felt rather disappointed… Now I’m just confusing myself.

“Alright then,” I was getting ready to walk to my brother's car but then Hoseok suddenly starts speaking causing me to stop walking any further.

“You and I might not be able to be friends… But maybe that’s because you and I are meant to be more,”

I felt my heart suddenly race and I felt my mouth go dry. What do I even say?

To be honest, right at this moment I have no idea if I should believe any word Hoseok is telling me or not. Hoseok tends to lie a lot and I don’t want to fall for any of his lies again.

“Hoseok, come on. You and I both know that we are bad for each other.” I said looking right into Hoseok eyes to make sure he knows I'm serious.

“You don’t believe that,” Hoseok says and although deep down inside I have this little hope where Hoseok and I can be together… I know that we shouldn’t because we are bad for each other….

“I do,” I have to stand my ground even if that means lying to his face.

“Then tell me right now that you want me out of your life for good. That you want nothing to do with me and I will leave you alone for good,” this is easier said than done…

I’m afraid that I can look at him straight in the face and say those words…

“Hoseok… I want you to…” I stopped talking and suddenly forgot how to even form a proper sentence out of my mouth.

Shit, I think that cat caught my tongue…

I wanted to tell Hoseok to leave me alone and stop playing these pathetic games but for some reason, I couldn't get myself to say it… It’s like even though my brain might believe that I don’t want anything to do with Hoseok my heart says something completely different.

“You what?” Hoseok says waiting for me to finish my sentence but again I couldn’t dare say a word.

“I… I need to get my brother wallet,” I blurted out instead and I quickly removed myself from Hoseok and went to my brother's car.

I know I messed up by not telling Hoseok off but it seems nearly impossible to even say. Now that Hoseok knows what kind of effect he has on me I highly doubt that he will ever leave me alone… Great…

I can’t believe I couldn’t say those damn words. I want you out of my life. SEE it’s that easy.

As soon as I arrived at my brother's car I opened the door and grabbed his wallet.

~

“What took you so long?” Kevin asks as soon as you arrive back to the group.

“Sorry… I was trying to find it,” I tried to use the best excuse I could to avoid speaking the truth.

“Look for it? Why it should have been right there…” Kevin says making everyone look at me even Hoseok... Shit, I should have seen this coming.

“Well you should know this by now I am blind, “ I was hoping Kevin wouldn’t ask me any further questions.

I could feel Kevin look at me not convinced with my response but he didn’t say anything after that. Instead, he smiled and clapped his hands.

“We shall go,”

~

“Did Hoseok say anything to you,” I jumped up and looked at Jungkook completely caught off guard.

“Sorry, what?” Where was this coming from?

Jungkook and I were strolling through the amusement park and out of the blue he asks me about Hoseok.

“When you went to get your brothers wallet, did Hoseok say anything to you?” Why was Jungkook all of a sudden interested in Hoseok?

Where was this suddenly coming from? Is there something going on between Hoseok and Jungkook that you don’t know about?

Right now I could automatically blurt out why, but if I were to do that then Jungkook would be suspicious. I decided it was a better idea if I answered his question first and then question him back.

“No why would he?” I asked turning the question back to him.

I feel like there is some kind of tension between Jungkook and Hoseok but no one tells me anything.

“No reason... Just curious,” I could tell that Jungkook was trying to keep the conversation short. Okay, what was up with all of this?

Did Jungkook and Hoseok talk before Hoseok went to look for you? I am beyond suspicious but right now talking to Jungkook about Hoseok will just ruin the mood for an amusement park… Right now all I have to do is bite my tongue and wait till we leave.

“Okay, now onto more important things. Today it’s just about you and me.” I said grabbed a hold of Jungkook’s hand and he smiles.

“That’s perfect, I wouldn’t want it any other way,” Jungkook says giving me his famous bunny smile.

“But what should we do first?” Jungkook asks looking at me. In the beginning, I began to think… Hmm, we can go straight to the rides or…. Before I could finish my train of thought I noticed a couple walking near Jungkook and I.

The two were wearing those themed headsets couples usually wear and it gave me an idea. To be honest I have watched a lot of K-dramas's in my life so I know what those headbands mean.

“Jungkook…. I have an idea,” Instead of explaining myself I grabbed Jungkook and dragged him to the nearest store.

Maybe it won’t hurt too much to try to reenact a K-drama cute scene.

~

Hoseok’s Point of View

I have no idea why I am here with Chanmi… If anything I have no idea why I thought having a girlfriend would be a fun idea. I don’t even want to be here with this girl…

I looked over at Chanmi and noticed that she was still talking. I couldn’t help but block her the whole. I swear the only thing I hear come out of her mouth is her bragging about herself. We get it you love yourself now can we move on.

“Baby,” Chanmi grabs my hand and I quickly pulled away.

“What?” I didn’t mean to be a complete ass but right now for some strange reason the only person that kept coming to my mind was Jennie…

Where did Jungkook and her go? Did she find somewhere she could go avoid me…

The more I thought about Jennie the more I thought I should go look for her and see what her and Jungkook are up to.

“Hoseok!” I turned around and see Kevin and his girlfriend, next to them I noticed Jennie and Jungkook.

Shit, I need to do something fast. I looked over at Chanmi and grabbed a hold of her hand. Chanmi looked at me confused but then smiled.

Trust me, I am not holding her hand because I want to. I am holding her hand because I see Jennie and Jungkook… Plus on top of that, Kevin believes that I like Chanmi and I have to play the part so he won’t figure out who I really like.

As the four approached me and my date, I couldn’t help but look over at Jungkook and Jennie. The first thing that caught my attention was that I suddenly noticed that Jennie and Jungkook had matching headbands.

What is this…

~

Jennie’s Point of View

Today I planned to enjoy my date time with Jungkook but Kevin had other plans. After meeting Kevin back at the store, he immediately had an idea.

Kevin believes that if we all go on the rides together it will be way more fun than just being with your date…

I have no idea if I can agree to that, especially with the fact that Hoseok has joined us today. I wanted to refuse Kevin’s plan but I felt bad. The purpose of today was to help him out with his date… I couldn’t be a complete ass even though I wanted to be selfish and avoid Hoseok at all causes.

As Jungkook and I followed behind Kevin, I saw Hoseok and his girlfriend from afar.

Ugh great… Now I have to go back to dealing with him.

As soon as Hoseok was right in front of all of us he looked right at me and then at Jungkook.

“Wow how lame, aren’t you two too old to be wearing headbands,” Hoseok says smirking thinking the comment had some kind of effect on me but it didn’t.

“What? Babe, they look adorable,” Hoseok’s girlfriend says defending Jungkook and I and I just simply smiled.

I am not even going to lie…. I forgot that Hoseok had a date, she has been quiet the whole time until now.

“Hoseok over here is still new with the whole relationship idea so he doesn’t understand what’s in,” Kevin tells his date and Hoseok’s girlfriend they just nodded their head.

Yeah, I don’t think that’s the case. If anything Hoseok just had to simply say something to try to get on my damn nerves. To be honest, Hoseok can just simply breath and he will get on my damn nerves.

Hoseok noticed that no one was affected by his snobbish comment which made me smile in satisfaction.

He already tried to ruin the date in the beginning but I won’t let him do it now. Right now it’s all about Jungkook and you and no one can ruin that…

And when you say no one, you mean no one…

Not

Even

Hoseok.

“By the way, before you all decide to split off I had an idea,” Kevin suddenly speaks and you all looked at him.

“Instead of everyone splitting off and doing their own thing I was thinking why don’t we all just stay together and enjoy the rides that way,” what?!

This wasn’t a part of the plan? When did you agree to this?

How long can you be around Hoseok before you decide to kill him?

I looked at Jungkook and he didn’t look too happy… I looked over and noticed that Jungkook was eyeing Hoseok...

Is there something I should know about? Does Jungkook think Hoseok and I have something going on…

~ To Be Continued

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[princesweetpea]

I Found | Sweet Pea x Aurora Jones (oc)

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Chapter: Nine

Warnings: Mentions of violence, mentions of gore, language

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“Aurora.”

“Reginald.” Rory acknowledged the boy plainly as he moved to stand next to her. He offered her a flask that he pulled from beneath his royal blue and gold embroidered velvet cape. He looked like a prince – well, he was dressed like one, at least. She shook her head from side to side before taking a sip of her punch.

“Suit yourself,” he grinned, tipping the open container into his own goblet. “So, who is your escort tonight?” The small talk felt unnatural between the pair.

“You’re looking at her.” She said curtly. Part of her still yearned for her ex-boyfriend’s touch, but she knew she had been down that path too many times before.

“Couldn’t get a date?”

“I didn’t want one,” she rolled her eyes at his mocking tone. “My choice of date, if I wanted one, is accompanying your choice of date tonight.” He nodded slowly, his eyes landing on Veronica and Archie across the gym. They were smiling and laughing as they slow danced in each other’s arms.

“You look beautiful, by the way.” He stated honestly, changing the subject as he ran his fingers gently down her white, gold embellished sleeve. She felt her cheeks heat up.

“Thank you.” She replied quietly. Her eyes scanned the room once more, but she didn’t know what – or who – she was looking for.

“Want to dance?” Reggie asked, wincing after the threw the rest of the drink back. She snorted, shooting him a quizzical glance. “Come on, just one dance. I promise that I won’t try to take you home… this time.” He chuckled as he set her goblet on the table and stretched out his elbow toward her. She felt herself staring at his handsome features a little too long. She blinked her impure thoughts out of her head before taking his arm. He led her to the middle of the dance floor, and she felt Veronica’s eyes on them. She was frowning, and Archie was oblivious, gazing longingly at his dance partner.

“Always have to be the center of attention, don’t you?” Rory sighed, giving him her best fake smile.

“Of course. I wouldn’t want it any other way,” he joked, pulling her into him. He smells heavenly. She frowned as he expertly maneuvered her around the dance floor. “What’s wrong?”

“You don’t want me to answer that.”

“I do.” He pulled her flush against him as he dodged another couple that were not as skilled as they were. He mumbled an apology to her for the sudden movement as he glared at the boy, who instantly moved him and his partner the other direction. Reggie was a gentleman… sometimes.

“Do you ever wish things had worked out between us?” Rory inquired. She didn’t want to be with him – she was pretty sure, at least – but the question had been burning in her mind during the last several months. Does he regret the things he did? Was he sorry for the pain he caused? Did he even care at all?

“I think about it sometimes,” Reggie sighed, spinning her out and then back into him. “But no, I don’t think I do,” Ouch. She raised her eyebrows at him in shock. “I’m like… I’m like a wild horse. I can’t be tied down.”

“Except for Princess Veronica Lodge.” She let out an bitter laugh. He shrugged, his eyes searching the gym to find the raven-haired girl again.

“But listen, no hard feelings, okay? You were a lot of fun,” he smirked. “Maybe we could fool around every once in a while,” Rory’s hand flew up to Reggie’s cheek. A few nearby students gawked at the pair and started whispering to one another. “What the fuck, Rory!?”

“Go disappoint the next girl, Reggie. I’m busy.” Rory managed in a raspy voice as tears stung her eyes. When she whipped around, she could have sworn she saw Sweet Pea staring back at her, but she figured that it was just her blurred vision, for when she blinked away her tears he was nowhere to be seen. Plus, he’d expressed his disdain for the mere idea of prom a few days prior. She walked to grab a new goblet of punch, not trusting her fellow students enough to find her old one that she’d left on a random table earlier. She stood near the punch bowl and made small talk with a few of her classmates, complimenting their medieval costumes and talking about the prom after parties, assuring her that she was invited to all of them, of course. Eventually, they’d walked out to the dance floor, leaving her standing alone.

For the third time since she’d been standing at the refreshment table, she felt a boy behind her slide his hand up the backside of her dress to brush against her ass, and she refused to ignore it any longer. She now knew for sure that it wasn’t an accident. Rory dug her hand into her satchel, wrapping her hand around a cool metal object and pulling it out.

“Touch me again and you’ll lose your hand.” Rory spun around to face him, flicking out the switchblade that Jughead gave her after his recent encounter with the gargoyles. She surprised herself with her own actions, but stood her ground, hoping that the chaperones couldn’t see the weapon in her hand. This will for sure get me expelled, what am I doing!? She recognized the boy from the football team.

“If you didn’t want anyone to touch you, you shouldn’t have worn something so fitted, you Serpent slut. You’ve been hanging around them an awful lot lately.” The boy sniggered. He reeked of alcohol, which made her eye his goblet inquisitively. In truth, Rory’s dress wasn’t revealing in the slightest.

“I’m not a Serpent.” Rory said through gritted teeth.

Suddenly, Sweet Pea had the boy against the brick of the gym with his forearm pressed against the boy’s windpipe, securing him to the wall. So, he was here. Where did he even come from?

“Would you like to lose your tongue as well?” Sweet Pea said lowly, but loud enough for her to hear over the music. “You better get out of here before I make good on my threat, Bulldog.” The boy drunkenly stumbled off, mumbling curses under his breath. Sweet Pea kept his eyes on him as he walked coolly toward Rory.

“Rogue,” She acknowledged him with a raised brow. He was dressed in black from head to toe, the fabrics a mixture of leather and faux furs. He was wearing boots that were slightly ‘dressier’ than his normal, worn pair. “I had that taken care of, Jon Snow.”

“Bard,” He acknowledged her back. “It didn’t look like it.” She rolled her eyes.

“Bard?”

“Yeah, you know… you play music.” He shrugged, absentmindedly scanning the crowd.

“I thought prom was stupid? Especially this one.”

He shrugged again. “Something felt… weird. I had to come, just to keep watch.”

Fangs appeared at their side, and he clapped a hand onto Sweet Pea’s shoulder. “Well, look who showed up to a school function!”

“Well, look who’s not joined at the hip of his new Farmie boyfriend.” Sweet Pea scoffed bitterly, avoiding Fang’s eyes.

“Dude…”

“Don’t ‘dude’ me, dude. I haven’t seen you outside of this school for weeks. What, no time for the Serpents anymore? No time for your best friend? You were supposed to be undercover. Instead, you let yourself be brainwashed by the kooks.” Rory felt incredibly awkward standing there, but didn’t want to leave Sweet Pea alone with Fangs. He seemed really hurt.

“You’d understand if you came by sometime… If you listened what Edgar has to say.” Fangs sighed, but smiled at him hopefully.

“Even if I wanted to, Fangs, I’m not weak-minded enough to fall for that crap.” Sweet Pea spat, finally facing his best friend. He was trying his best to hurt Fangs’ feelings, and it was obvious.

“Maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable if you were more open-minded, brother.” Fangs smiled weakly, patting his counterpart on the back before starting to walk away. After a couple of steps, he looked over his shoulder. “You look amazing, Rory.”

“Thank you, Fangs,” She gave him a small smile, a blush creeping up on her cheeks. He nodded and made his way back to Kevin. Sweet Pea’s body stiffened as his narrowed eyes fixated on the retreating boy. “What the hell was that, Sweet Pea?”

“You look nice.” Sweet Pea rushed in a grumble.

“Thank you – now answer the question.”

“He ditched me, and the rest of the Serpents, for the Farm. End of story.”

“But –”

“I said end of story.” He hissed.

“Good evening, Riverdale Renaissance Revelers! At long last, it’s time to announce this year’s Court. And the winner of prom queen is… Betty Cooper!” The school’s secretary chimed into the microphone. Rory beamed, feeling ecstatic for her friend, as she clapped and scanned the room for the blonde. “Is Betty here?”

Rory’s attention shifted to Jughead, who was suddenly beside them. “Have you seen Betty? I can’t find her anywhere.”

“Maybe she went to the bathroom. I can go check?” He nodded quickly, his eyes darting around the room nervously. “Relax, Jughead, she’s probably getting some air. I’ll go check the ladies’ room.”

The hall was eerily quiet, and Rory was surprised that there weren’t couples groping each other in the shadowed corners. She pushed open the door to the bathroom, and was met with the walls covered in red marker, the same phrase repeated:

Flip For Your Fate.

On one of the sinks sat two goblets of blue liquid and a coin.

“Betty?” Rory’s voice echoed with the acoustics of the bathroom. She saw heels in the gap of the bottom of a stall at the far end of the bathroom. “Betty, it’s Rory. Are you okay?” She leaned against the stall door slightly, and it pushed open. “Betty –”

That’s not Betty.

Who is that?

There’s blood everywhere.

Where is the rest of her face?

Sweet Pea burst into the bathroom. She hadn’t realized that she’d been screaming. He pulled her into him, her tears soaking the front of his cloak. He cradled her head with his large hand.

“Don’t look, Rory, don’t look.”

                        _______________________________________

They didn’t speak the entire ride to Jughead’s house. Rory had texted Mambo to grab some clothes for the both of them and to meet her there. The Black Hood was back, and no one was safe. She couldn’t risk herself or her little brother by being alone in Sunnyside Trailer Park, no matter how tough Mambo insisted that he was. FP was still out doing his sheriff duties when they arrived; Mambo sat in the recliner, staring blankly into the fire. Betty and Jughead were cuddled up on the couch. He whispered sweet nothings and reassurances into her ear as he stroked her hair while she cried into his chest. He met Sweet Pea’s eyes when he and Rory entered, and they simply nodded at each other.

Rory mindlessly made her way to the guest room, exhausted from her wailing. The images kept flashing through her head. Sweet Pea was on her heels, watching her every move carefully. He sat on the bed when she stepped into the en suite and closed the door behind her before starting the shower. She wasn’t sure how long she stayed in the steamy water, but she had to get out when it started running cold. When she exited in only a towel, Sweet Pea was still there, his hands folded on his lap as he stared at the ground. His cloak was on the floor and he was just left in his black dress pants and his undershirt. His eyes met hers, and they were full of concern.

“Do… Would you want to talk about it?” She shook her head rapidly, choking back a sob. He nodded, standing slowly. “I’ll let you rest.” He walked toward the door.

“Sweet Pea…” She choked. He quickly spun on his heel. “Will you please stay with me tonight? I can’t be by myself.”

She dropped the towel to the floor, completely exposing herself to him, but she didn’t care. She didn’t have the energy to shield herself or to put on pajamas. He nodded slowly as he watched her climb under the covers. He pulled his shirt over his head and kicked his pants down his legs before getting under the comforter next to her. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips before pulling her into his side as he traced circles on her bare back with his thumb, and she instantly fell asleep.

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[incorrectchoniberonicaswangs]

hey baby won't you look my way (i can be your new addiction)

Chapter 7: gays you ever just ahsnfdjsl?? part 1

Chapter Summary: Holiday parties are planned, Cheryl and Toni are Kevin's sapphic moms, an intervention is held, Alice and Hermione are adorable and everyone loves them, Kangs has some news, and Sweet Pea runs away from his problems.

Notes: theMANtle: reggie

ao3

Friday, 3:17 PM

gays united

hbicheryl: its winter break!! finally a respite from the chaos!!

jugheadalones: im so excited!

hbicheryl: hold up, hobo is excited about something??

hisshissmotherfucker: ^^ jones are you sick

jugheadalones: okay, first of all fuck you

jugheadalones: second of all im excited to return to the near-comatose state i maintain every time we have a long period of time off from school

nopeaz: that makes more sense

veroffica: as enjoyable as that likely is to you, holden caulfield, it won't be happening this break. i'm hosting a christmas eve party at the pembrooke starting at 8:00 pm and you are all invited.

veroffica: and you'd better all show up, or else i'll sic my new bodyguard on you.

goingtoheller: i assume you mean betty.

wannabett: guilty :/

spillthefogarTEA: ill be there. and NOT because of your threats

spillthefogarTEA: even though betty is kind of intimidating

goingtoheller: i'll come as well.

nopeaz: cher and ill come too

hisshissmotherfucker: i love parties im there

jugheadalones: i dont suppose i really have a choice do i?

wannabett: not really. sorry jug

jugheadalones: fine.

hbicheryl: speaking of holiday parties

hbicheryl: new years eve party, thistlehouse, time tbd, if you arent there youre dead to me

veroffica: b and i will be there.

spillthefogarTEA: me too

goingtoheller: i'll be there.

hisshissmotherfucker: i hear cheryls parties are infamously dramatic

hisshissmotherfucker: so im definitely coming

hisshissmotherfucker: as long as i dont end up doing seven minutes in heaven with archie like veronica

veroffica: will nobody ever let me forget that??

hisshissmotherfucker: nope

jugheadalones: why do all these party invites come with threats of retribution if you dont attend?

hbicheryl: bc if there wasnt then youd never come

jugheadalones: ill come. begrudgingly.

nopeaz: and ofc ill be there obviously

jugheadalones: wait am i missing something? why is that obvious?

hbicheryl: oh right we didnt tell you lol

hbicheryl: tt moved in with me

goingtoheller: WHAT??

goingtoheller: my sapphic moms moved in together aND I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA??

hisshissmotherfucker: why is keller suddenly chonis kid when did this happen??

hbicheryl: please kevin is basically toni and i's love child

hbicheryl: he has my sass (well not as good as mine but hes trying), my gayness, and my strange desire for dumbass serpents

nopeaz: and my propensity for saying 'this is riveting i cant breathe'

goingtoheller: aw, thanks, moms! mostly! :)

nopeaz: no problem son

hbicheryl: yes we are very proud of you kev (mostly)

jugheadalones: huh i never actually thought about it but that... works?

wannabett: okay cheryl and toni are like the least qualified people here to be anyones lesbian moms?? theyre literally gang members??

hbicheryl: stfu nightmare smurfette do not EVER criticize my parenting skills

hbicheryl: toni and i have slaved for weeks, even MONTHS to make sure that kevin turns into a proper young gay man

hbicheryl: and you have the AUDACITY to suggest that just because my gf and i are deeply flawed people we would corrupt poor kevin??

wannabett: uh... no?

hbicheryl: thats what i thought

nopeaz: wow angry cheryl is scary but hot

spillthefogarTEA: topaz, you are so whipped

spillthefogarTEA: and REALLY fucking gay

nopeaz: yeah ik

jugheadalones: moving on

jugheadalones: speaking of people taking a big step and deciding to live with each other... betty and veronica, we need to talk.

veroffica: um... what?

veroffica: is this some sort of intervention?

hisshissmotherfucker: yes

spillthefogarTEA: moving in together might be considered friendly if, say, betty didnt already have a house that she lives in

nopeaz: but this decision is beyond simple friendship

hbicheryl: and its certainly anything but heterosexual

wannabett: why are you guys finishing each others sentences?? did you plan this??

hisshissmotherfucker: no shit sherlock

veroffica: how do you guys even have this information??

goingtoheller: we have our ways.

wannabett: archie somehow saw our texts through my window

wannabett: jughead told me last night, sorry i didnt tell you v, i didnt know that this was going to happen

nopeaz: dammit jones why do you have to ruin all our fun!!

jugheadalones: i didnt realize that this was a rule?

jugheadalones: so anyway

jugheadalones: b&v, now that you have been confronted with cold hard proof of your undying love for each other, what do you have to say for yourselves?

wannabett: guys im straight!!

goingtoheller: ooh, betty's pulling the straight card.

hbicheryl: i called it! tt, sp, fangs, and jughead, you all owe me $10

hbicheryl: cousin betty is nothing if not predictable in the face of her sexuality being questioned

veroffica: hey, you made bets on this?? not cool!

wannabett: ^^^^

wannabett: and i am NOT predictable!!

hbicheryl: i predicted she was going to say that

hbicheryl: thats another $10 guys

hisshissmotherfucker: for once i trusted in someones willingness to admit when they were wrong and now because of that cheryl is robbing us blind! smh never again

spillthefogarTEA: veronica? you never answered the question

veroffica: uh...

veroffica: i mean, um...

veroffica: we've never even kissed! i'm pretty sure we aren't dating!

nopeaz: to be fair though i wouldnt be surprised if you two were dating without knowing it

veroffica: guys, now really isn't a good time.

jugheadalones: mmmhmm

wannabett: no seriously v and i are getting ready for the christmas eve party

wannabett: its in three days remember

hbicheryl: ugh fine i suppose thats a reasonable explanation

veroffica: and since i know that you won't let this go, at the party you can ask us whatever you want about this.

goingtoheller: wait... for real?

wannabett: uh yeah really v??

veroffica: within reason, of course.

spillthefogarTEA: wow this is more than i expected to come from this

veroffica: one condition, though. you can't pester b and i about it before the party.

veroffica: deal?

hisshissmotherfucker: deal

wannabett: now that thats settled v and i are going to get to work

veroffica: we'll probably be off the grid until maybe a few hours before the party.

[wannabett is offline]

[veroffica is offline]

hbicheryl: toni and i are already headed over to pops, anyone want to join us?

jugheadalones: wont we just be three-wheeling?

hbicheryl: not if we are in a large group

hisshissmotherfucker: ill come if you come jones

jugheadalones: sure.

hisshissmotherfucker: ill be there in five

[hisshissmotherfucker is offline]

jugheadalones: kevin, fangs?

spillthefogarTEA: im good

goingtoheller: ^^

nopeaz: okay otw

[nopeaz is offline]

[hbicheryl is offline]

jugheadalones: leaving now

[jugheadalones is offline]

6:35 PM

nopeaz: GUYS YOULL NEVER BELIEVE WHO JUST WALKED IN

spillthefogarTEA: who is it??

spillthefogarTEA: tell me you know im not good with suspense!!

jugheadalones: its alice cooper and hermione lodge!

hisshissmotherfucker: it seems as though archies intel was correct again

hisshissmotherfucker: damn that omniscient fucking northsider

hbicheryl: now i really wish that betty and veronica werent offline so they could hear about this

goingtoheller: why? do you hate them?

hbicheryl: hate is a strong word

hbicheryl: id say that i just occasionally want them to suffer

goingtoheller: that isn't much better...

hbicheryl: i guess ill just have to wait until the party to tell them

nopeaz: okay so they just got a booth and its basically diagonal from ours

jugheadalones: but theyre so enamoured with each other i dont think they even noticed that were here

hbicheryl: wow i dont think ive ever seen aunt alice this happy before

spillthefogarTEA: ugh this sounds so adorable i wish i was there

hisshissmotherfucker: dont worry well narrate their every movement so well itll be like you are

nopeaz: oh shit they keep reaching for each other like every five seconds

spillthefogarTEA: im WEAK

jugheadalones: its so hard to believe that they ever hated each other with the way theyre acting now

jugheadalones: homophobia can really fuck shit up huh

goingtoheller: this is the couple i never knew i needed, but now that i have seen that it's possible, i'm in love.

hisshissmotherfucker: im in shock i cant believe that the same alice cooper that grounded her daughter from any and all contact with the outside world is now just essentially the personification of heart eyes

hbicheryl: this town is so small were all basically inbred

hbicheryl: next thing you know fp and fred are going to be fucking too

jugheadalones: okay i did NOT need that image

nopeaz: AHHHH THEY WENT IN FOR A KISS MAYDAY MAYDAY THIS IS NOT A DRILL

spillthefogarTEA: AHHHHH

goingtoheller: AHHHHHHH

nopeaz: AHHHHHHH

jugheadalones: even i, being asexual and aromantic, have to admit that im loving living vicariously through these two

hisshissmotherfucker: k so they stopped

hisshissmotherfucker: wait no theyre kissing again!

hisshissmotherfucker: and again!

hisshissmotherfucker: and again!

hisshissmotherfucker: okay now theyre just making out

nopeaz: get it girl(s)

hbicheryl: its getting pretty heated

hbicheryl: it feels like the windows are going to start fogging up

jugheadalones: oh damn they stopped

jugheadalones: ms cooper is waving pop over now

goingtoheller: is it creepy that we're so invested in their date?

spillthefogarTEA: probably not

hisshissmotherfucker: nah

jugheadalones: lets go with no

nopeaz: nope

hbicheryl: its only creepy if we get turned on

goingtoheller: moving on... what's happening now??

nopeaz: they got the check and now theyre paying

nopeaz: they can barely keep their hands off of each other

nopeaz: now theyre leaving

nopeaz: should i follow them to keep narrating?

goingtoheller: won't they notice??

jugheadalones: no theyve only got eyes for each other

jugheadalones: follow them SUBTLY while we hold down the table

nopeaz: roger that

hbicheryl: youre such a nerd

nopeaz: you love it

hbicheryl: duh

hbicheryl: now follow them!!

nopeaz: already doing it

nopeaz: so they made it to their car

nopeaz: okay wow wasnt expecting that but im not complaining

spillthefogarTEA: whats happening???

nopeaz: alice just shoved hermione up against the car door and now theyre hardcore making out

nopeaz: damn i wonder if theyre even going to get home or if theyre just going to do it in the parking lot

hisshissmotherfucker: i cant believe alice cooper and mayor lodge BOTH have better sex lives than i do wtf

goingtoheller: who knew that hermione lodge was such a bottom??

hbicheryl: well you know what they say about people in positions of power

hbicheryl: top in the streets bottom in the sheets

jugheadalones: wait cheryl that could apply to you as well

spillthefogarTEA: ooh is the class president getting the strap from the vice president

nopeaz: fuck off fangs

nopeaz: okay so they finally managed to regain some semblance of control

nopeaz: aaaaand theyre driving away

nopeaz: shows over folks

hbicheryl: lets clear out men

nopeaz: meet me by the bike cher

hbicheryl: be there in a sec babe xx

jugheadalones: wait are you telling me that cheryl blossom rode a motorcycle??

hisshissmotherfucker: yeah red i thought you said they were death traps

hbicheryl: well yeah but that was before i got on it

hbicheryl: its like a giant vibrator

hbicheryl: and riding it with toni is basically just the most acceptable type of public sex

goingtoheller: gross.

hisshissmotherfucker: never thought id agree with keller but yeah tmi

nopeaz: whatever

nopeaz: bye fuckers see you all at veronicas party

[nopeaz is offline]

[hbicheryl is offline]

jugheadalones: im headed out too

[jugheadalones is offline]

hisshissmotherfucker: me too

[hisshissmotherfucker is offline]

Monday, 6:43 PM

wannabett: b&v are back bitches!!

veroffica: and, looking through the chat from the past few days... i'm glad i was gone.

wannabett: although now i know what 'hot date' my mom was talking about :/

wannabett: even though i never wanted to know

wannabett: some things are best kept secret especially when your mom goes out on a date with your best friends mom!!

hbicheryl: youre welcome :)

veroffica: cheryl, at this very moment, i simultaneously respect, despise, and fear you.

hbicheryl: aw thanks thats what im always going for!

veroffica: anyway, the party will be starting in an hour or so, but some of my relatives will be over in the meantime. if you've got anything to say that doesn't involve the date my mom and betty's mom have, feel free. if you don't, go to hell.

hisshissmotherfucker: hey im in the neighborhood and i dont have anything else to do would you mind if i came over now

veroffica: sure thing!

hisshissmotherfucker: are you sure your relatives will be fine with me being there?

veroffica: yeah. i mean, betty's here too anyway!

hisshissmotherfucker: k

6:48 PM

goingtoheller + veroffica

goingtoheller: hey, would you happen to have some time you could set away during the party? fangs and i have an announcement we'd like to make.

veroffica: sure thing, kev. how does around 10 sound?

goingtoheller: perfect. thanks, v!

veroffica: no problem.

7:22 PM

gays united

hisshissmotherfucker: rn betty looks like she cant decide whether to be a guard dog or an excited puppy lmao

jugheadalones: context?

hisshissmotherfucker: veronicas greeting her relatives and bettys following her so closely shes practically stepping on her heels

goingtoheller: well, v is definitely holding betty's leash.

nopeaz: yeah veronicas got her by the collar

spillthefogarTEA: if betty doesnt watch her step then shes really going to be in the doghouse

wannabett: stop with the dog puns!! i am not a dog!!

hbicheryl: okay but you have to admit those were pretty good

wannabett: i will admit no such thing! now if youll excuse me im going to go back to talking to ronnies relatives with her

[wannabett is offline]

hisshissmotherfucker: i guess ill keep you all informed on their gay shenanigans

nopeaz: who even says shenanigans anymore??

hisshissmotherfucker: uh i do fight me

nopeaz: square up bitch

hbicheryl: if i had a dollar for every time tt and sp said that they were going to fight i would have enough money to rebuild thornhill

goingtoheller: cheryl, you're the one who burned it down in the first place.

hbicheryl: yes and??

goingtoheller: ...nevermind.

hisshissmotherfucker: im snoRTING

jugheadalones: what happened?

hisshissmotherfucker: so veronica was talking to one of her relatives right

hisshissmotherfucker: and the relative asks her if she has a boyfriend

hisshissmotherfucker: veronica laughs a little and says no so her relative looks at betty whos still trailing behind her like a shadow

hisshissmotherfucker: and knowingly says "oh i see, a girlfriend"

spillthefogarTEA: ajklfshagak i cant even

hisshissmotherfucker: both of them are sputtering uncontrollably unable to formulate a response im dying

hbicheryl: ahahah it was only a matter of time before something like this happened but im really glad it did

nopeaz: i mean relatives are supposed to know you better than anyone else right?

jugheadalones: oh b&v you oblivious wlw

goingtoheller: we're never letting them let this down, are we?

spillthefogarTEA: not a chance

hisshissmotherfucker: IT GOT BETTER

hisshissmotherfucker: veronica finally managed to speak and she (unconvincingly) insisted that she and betty were just friends etc etc and her relative just raised her eyebrows and went "mmhm"

nopeaz: drag themmmmm

hbicheryl: omg we stan

hisshissmotherfucker: im trying to stifle my laughter bc betty and veronica look like they want to murder me

hisshissmotherfucker: but you know what screw it its worth it

hisshissmotherfucker: oh shit bettys coming over here and she looks pissed

hisshissmotherfucker: hello punks, this is betty. i hope youve had your fun listening to sweet pea narrate everything but now im taking his phone and wont be giving it back until the party starts

[hisshissmotherfucker is offline]

jugheadalones: awww

goingtoheller: at least the party starts soon anyway. then, i'm sure we'll get even more beronica fodder.

jugheadalones: true

hbicheryl: see you then losers

spillthefogarTEA: back at ya cheryl

7:48 PM

nopeaz: cher and i are on our way

goingtoheller: fangs and i are leaving now.

jugheadalones: and im at your door at this very moment

jugheadalones: let me in

jugheadalones: okay great im in

hisshissmotherfucker: and i just got my phone back

hisshissmotherfucker: i will not stand for this tyranny! this is a republic not a monarchy!

wannabett: keep it up and im taking your phone back

hisshissmotherfucker: the oppression continues...

wannabett: sweet pea...

hisshissmotherfucker: fine

[hisshissmotherfucker is offline]

veroffica: now, let's get this party started!

10:03 PM

spillthefogarTEA: hey guys i know this is fun and exciting and all but would you mind congregating out in the living room? ive got some news

hisshissmotherfucker: anything for my best bro

jugheadalones: sure thing

10:07 PM

hisshissmotherfucker + theMANtle

hisshissmotherfucker: hey mantle are you free rn

theMANtle: yeah, you want me to come over to your trailer?

hisshissmotherfucker: yep im on my way there too

hisshissmotherfucker: see you in ten?

theMANtle: none of your friends will be there, right?

hisshissmotherfucker: nah theyre all still at veronicas party they wont even notice that im gone

theMANtle: not that im complaining, but why arent you?

hisshissmotherfucker: i needed a break

theMANtle: so you were hoping that i could help you blow off some steam? ;)

hisshissmotherfucker: that was the general idea

theMANtle: youre in luck, then. i currently have a lot of free time and what many call an impressive amount of stamina.

hisshissmotherfucker: perfect

[hisshissmotherfucker is offline]

10:15 PM

gays united

spillthefogarTEA: hey has anyone seen sweet pea? i could have sworn that i saw him before kevin and i made our announcement but now i cant find him anywhere

nopeaz: hes probably just in the bathroom or brooding in the corner somewhere

hbicheryl: dont worry about him just celebrate! youve officially got a new boyfriend!

spillthefogarTEA: "dont worry about him" have you MET me??

goingtoheller: babe, he probably just got bored and bailed.

goingtoheller: i know that he's your best friend, but he isn't who you're dating--i am. can't you forget about sweet pea for a little while and just relax?

spillthefogarTEA: i guess so

goingtoheller: great!

spillthefogarTEA: ill just text sp real quick and attempt to verify that hes still alive first

goingtoheller: whatever you need to do, fangs. i'll see you afterward.

10:19 PM

spillthefogarTEA + hisshissmotherfucker

spillthefogarTEA: hey sweets, i just wanted to make sure you didnt do anything stupid

spillthefogarTEA: i know that you arent kevins biggest fan, but youre my best friend and i dont want to lose you over him

spillthefogarTEA: i wish you were here to celebrate with me but i get it if you cant

spillthefogarTEA: please, just text me back whenever you see this to let me know that youre okay.

[spillthefogarTEA is offline]

10:41 PM

hisshissmotherfucker: thanks for being so understanding fangs but ngl i dont know if i can handle you dating keller

hisshissmotherfucker: i mean like you said

hisshissmotherfucker: we're best friends

hisshissmotherfucker: so i shouldnt have a problem with you going out with whoever you want

hisshissmotherfucker: but something about him just rubs me the wrong way

hisshissmotherfucker: sorry if that wasnt what you wanted to hear

[hisshissmotherfucker is offline]

Notes: Sorry, this was supposed to just be a long holiday chapter, but I had so many ideas I had to split it into two. Bear with me, please! Also, happy new year, gays! As 20gayteen comes to a close, I hope you find even more peace, prosperity, and (of course) bisexuality in 20biteen!!

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100 and 106 for the Joavin prompts, please?

100. “I’m not leaving.”106. “You believe me, don’t you?”Joaquin had been surprised to get an invitation to a party at the Lodge’s Pembrooke residence. But he suspected that it was Archie’s doing, and so he had accepted. He and Archie were close after surviving juvie together. If Archie wanted him to attend a party, Joaquin would do it. Although he still felt weird being back. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was an intruder. Sure the Serpents had welcomed him back in their midst. But Joaquin had distanced himself from them a bit. The thing was, he was disappointed that no one had helped him when he got hauled into juvie. No Serpent had come to help him, or even just ask how he was doing. The only person who had helped him had been Archie Andrews, Northside jock.And Joaquin had never been friends with the other Northsiders. They were Kevin’s friends, and they cautiously accepted him at Kevin’s side back when they were dating last year. But they hadn’t been friends, they had barely talked to him.So it was weird to be at this party. Joaquin stayed with Fangs all the time, but even that didn’t feel like it had last year. Fangs had been his closest friend among the Serpents. But a long time had passed, many things had happened, and Joaquin hadn’t been here. They had drifted apart. Fangs was now best friends with Sweet Pea, and they had such a bromance going on that it was hard for anyone else to get close to them.Joaquin took a sip of his beer and looked around, already feeling like it had been a mistake to come here. He felt lonely among all these people. Even more lonely than alone in his tent in the camp. He did something he knew he probably shouldn’t, searching the crowd for a familiar tall boy, with perfect hair and the cutest smile Joaquin had ever seen. 

And of course, he found him. Kevin Keller was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room and staring back at him. Both their eyes widened at the same time. Caught staring. Kevin quickly averted his gaze, looking nervously to the side and Joaquin could see the relief on his handsome features when he saw Betty and grabbed her arm and started a conversation with her, anything to keep him from looking at Joaquin.It was the thing to expect. Kevin had avoided him after the escape. Joaquin had tried to tell himself that he just needed time to come to terms with the fact that his ex-boyfriend was back. But the weeks had passed, and there wasn’t even more than a “hello” muttered when passing in the halls of Riverdale High School. 

Joaquin sighed, and somehow it was too much. He hated everything about this, this damn party, all the people around him with their happy faces and apparently no problems at all, hugging their boyfriend or girlfriend. Everyone seemed to have someone, and Joaquin was standing her in their midst feeling like he didn’t belong. He put his beer onto the table next to him with an angry thud and left.He had to get away from this party and craved some fresh night air and a cigarette. And so he went outside, sitting down on the boardwalk and smoked a cigarette, staring into space and feeling sorry for himself. This party had made him address what he had been trying to avoid. He didn’t fit in anymore, no one wanted him here. Maybe his time in Riverdale was over. Perhaps he should pack his backpack and just go back to San Junipero after all.The only thing that could have made him stay was Kevin, but Kevin couldn’t even stand to look at him. Why should Joaquin stay and allow Kevin to break his heart all over again every time he looked the other way when their eyes met, every time he stood too close to Moose Mason to just be friends. Joaquin wiped angrily at his eyes, where some tears had gathered. What the fuck was wrong with him? He had gone through worse, hadn’t he? He had been on the run for months, fearing to get thrown into jail for decades. He had started over new in a strange city, getting into trouble all the time, he had been in juvie, survived that damn fighting pit, but still, the worst thing was to lose Kevin, and it made him angry, angry at himself that he was so weak for this boy.By now he was crying for real, not able to stop anymore. Kevin wasn’t his. It was over, and he had to accept it. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore. Joaquin made up his mind at that moment: Yes he would leave town. For good this time.A noise startled him. He looked up and was surprised to see Kevin standing in front of him.

“Joaquin? What is wrong?”“Nothing, I am fine..”“But you don’t look fine. I saw you leave and you seemed upset, so I followed you.”“I swear it’s ok. Just go back to the party, Preppy.”For a moment Kevin hesitated, looking around nervously, apparently unsure about what to do. But then he shook his head slightly and sat down next to Joaquin. “No, I’m not leaving.”“Why?”“Why? Joaquin, you are obviously not ok, you are sitting here all alone crying.”“I mean, why do you care? Fuck… Kevin, you won’t even look me when we see each other in school, you haven’t said more than hello to me. Don’t come here pretending that you care.”He bit his lip and then added softly: “Sorry… I didn’t mean that…”“You don’t have to apologize. You are right. I was avoiding you. I didn’t know what to think or feel. But seeing you upset just made me follow you. For old times sake maybe.”Joaquin nodded, wiping at his tears once again. But he didn’t feel embarrassed. This was Kevin, the only person he had ever been his true self with. Kevin knew him like no one else did. It was strange, it still seemed as if they were worlds apart, but on the other hand, it was so comforting just to have Kevin here with him. 

But there was also this ache tugging at Joaquin’s heart as he looked at the boy next to him. Joaquin had never wished for anything as much as this: To be with Kevin. He wanted to reach out and touch him, he wanted nothing more than Kevin to pull him into his arms and just hold him. Tell him that things would be ok again some day. And those thoughts made even more tears well up in Joaquin’s eyes.“Joaquin, what is it? Please don’t cry. Tell me what’s wrong, ok? I want to help you..”

Kevin scooted closer and gently rubbed Joaquin’s back. It was such a comforting and sweet gesture that Joaquin couldn’t keep silent anymore, and so he just told Kevin everything:

“I don’t… I don’t even know where to begin. Nothing is right anymore in my life. I feel like I don’t belong here anymore and I don’t know what to do. I mean, my life was always fucked up…but ever since…”“Ever since what?”“Oh damn! Ever since I was your boyfriend, I got my hopes up, that maybe things would be ok for me. That I could be a better person and be happy. And now I don’t know how to forget about that. I know I have to, but it’s impossible. Especially when I am here, and I see you, and it makes me miss you even more than when I was away.”“I didn’t know whether you really cared about me all that much. I doubted it after you left…”“But that’s not true! Preppy… you were the only good thing that happened to me. You were so sweet and nice and funny and everything I had secretly dreamt of but never imagined I could have. My perfect Northside boy. Of course, I cared about you, I still do… I fell in love with you on our second date, Kevin!”Kevin’s eye widened, and he stared at Joaquin. “What?”And it made Joaquin realize what he had just admitted, but he didn’t regret it. After all, he had nothing to lose, and so he added:“I love you, Preppy. And I don’t know how to stop.”He watched Kevin blink and his mouth opening and closing again, and it could have looked funny, but somehow it was just so very sad. Sad that Kevin Keller, the best person ever, the one person who was most deserving of love, looked at Joaquin in total wonder, as if he couldn’t believe that someone would feel that way about him.Joaquin gently touched Kevin’s arm and looked at him inquiringly.“You believe me, don’t you? You are a wonderful person. You have a heart of gold and are always there for everyone. The most loyal person I ever met. And so funny and gorgeous and smart… You are just this really perfect boy. Please don’t look so surprised that someone loves you.”Finally, Kevin seemed to get out of his stupor, and he looked at Joaquin, his pupils dilated,“Thank you, Joaquin. That’s the sweetest thing anyone ever said to me. I.. um..”“You don’t have to say it back! I know that it’s not the right time probably. You are dating someone else, and I really fucked up. But I just wanted you to know.”“No…no it’s… I fell in love with you too last year. I actually wanted to confess when we were dancing at homecoming. I know a lot of things happened since then, and I am not sure what I feel right now, but I know that I definitely like you… I like you a lot, Joaquin. And I would like to give this a try, give you, us a second chance.”

Now was Joaquin’s turn to stare at Kevin incredulously. Had he heard right? He was afraid to get his hopes up, but Kevin’s words were unmistakable. A second chance! It was everything Joaquin had wished for. But there was one little thing that still made him wary:“What about Moose?”“It’s over. I told him that he has to make a decision, that I don’t want to date in secret anymore and he wasn’t ready to come out, so we ended it. It’s better this way for both of us.”“Oh…wow. So you are single, and you want a second chance for us? For real?”“Yes, that’s what I want. So, Joaquin, how about we leave this party and just go to Pop’s? I am still hungry, I didn’t really like the finger-food. I could use a burger right now, what about you?”And suddenly Joaquin couldn’t even remember why he had been crying just a few minutes ago, because now his heart was beating crazily and a broad grin was tugging at his lips, and he felt almost dizzy from being so happy. He just managed to nod, and then he took Kevin’s hand and smiled when he felt Kevin’s fingers entwining his gently.

Thank you so much for the prompt! I hope you enjoy my little story! ❤

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Giving Up The  Game

Summary - Taking some time to himself to think brings Jayden to reveal something that could help the rangers and their fight against Deker and the Nighlocks. Prequel one-shot to my upcoming PRSamurai story. May extend into two-shot.

*This is the Jayden/Bailey meeting I was talking about

Also found here: FFN

Jayden Shiba sighed gently. His blue eyes shifted over the residents of Panorama City. A pang of envy shot through his chest. The residents hustled and bustled, shopped, laughed, smiled at each other, ducked into stores all without a care in the world while he sat out in the sunlight, wondering—almost dreading what was inevitably going to happen.

Whether it be seconds, minutes, hours, or days, it was going to happen.

A monster would attack, and he’d throw his life on the line and the residents of Panorama City had no idea. Were blissfully unaware that he was the one who protected them time and time again. Didn’t know he had that burden to bear. And it was a burden slowly starting to wear him down.

Jayden stretched out his legs, resting his arms on the top of the bench behind him. Worked hard to appear nonchalant, but it was only a matter of seconds until his fingertips repeatedly tapped the top of the bench and his knee bounced up and down.

Unlike the residents of Panorama, he wasn’t basking in the sunlight because he had nothing to do. He waited. For a Nighlock attack, for Moogles running around somewhere…he expected all of that to happen in the next few minutes and it was the only thing that seemed to be keeping him sane lately. His mind had been running a million miles a minute, most of which having to do with the constant training he was going to be subjected to, to be able to control the next spin disk, to be a good leader.

He didn’t want to admit it to the others, but…the pressure was starting to get to him. To be a leader and help the other rangers with their power was slowly starting to eat away at him. Kept him up at night. Angered him when he—and they—didn’t get something right away.

They’d never get to his level, if he were being honest. Not as quickly as he’d like. He knew it to be true, and it was the hardest part of what he had to face. What happened when the monster that could defeat all of them came and he was the only one that could stand up to them?

He’d be as good as dead—

No! Jayden clenched his teeth, turning his head aside. He couldn’t allow himself to think like that. If he let those thoughts come to mind, it’d break his confidence quicker than he could ever anticipate and doubting himself and others was not what a leader did.

Sighing again, this time in relief as his joints cracked when he stood, Jayden stood. He stretched his arms overhead, bringing a hand up to rub his neck. He looked around, eyes landing on the nearby coffee shop. He hadn’t been there in so long but remembered they did make a good espresso. Not something he usually treated himself with, his body was a temple and he took what he put into it very seriously.  The extra caffeine was probably not good for him, but he needed something to take his mind off things.

Jayden went inside and immediately moved to the counter to order. The barista looked up from purple notebook she was writing in and immediately moved to greet him. Her eyes flicked over “What can I get you, mate?” He heard the Australian accent and leveled his gaze at her.

She looked back at him, dark eyes patiently waiting to move to the register to ring up his order. His eyebrows furrowed, a little disarmed. He wasn’t used to being around people other than his team. Observing others as he kept to himself was even a bit off-putting. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone was actually nice to him, let along Mike when he was trying to butter up Jayden after breaking something in his room.

“Do you need another gander at the menu?” She continued, her smile widening. Almost as if she’d told a joke.

“Uh.” Jayden leaned back and quickly looked at the menu that rested on the board above his head. As if he’d completely forgotten his order within the last second. “I’ll just have an espresso,” he finally said.

“Coming right up.” The waitress plugged his order into the register and started to make his drink.

Jayden waited a second. “How much do I owe?” he asked.

“It’s on me,” She replied quickly and walked further down the counter before Jayden could protest.

His eyebrows furrowed even further, hand slowly moving to replace his wallet into his pocket. He hadn’t meant to give any indication he didn’t want to pay. It was a debt he owed, and he expected to pay for the service he was asking for. Nevertheless, the waitress seemed to be serious, so he went to a nearby empty table and sat. He resisted the urge to check his Samurizer for any messages.  

Jayden turned away from his Samurizer and watched as the waitress continuously and effortlessly greeted and served the other patrons in the shop while her co-workers worked perfectly together. Though he couldn’t help but notice, when the waitress called over his drink, that there was something written and scribbled out on his drink. Something that looked suspiciously like ‘ASS FACE’.

Turning it in his hand, Jayden’s eyebrows rose when he saw ‘SAD GUY’ written neatly on the side of the cup, free of scribbles. “Sad guy?” He questioned.

A few of the baristas behind the counter started to laugh while the one helping him shot them a glare. Then she turned back to him, tucking her hair behind her ears. “My mates like to think they’re funny,” she apologized. Jayden continued to stare at her. She shrugged, adjusted the purple knit hat that sat atop her hair. “I’ve seen you around a lot,” she said, nodding toward the window that overlooked the street. “You always look a little down. I don’t ever see you with anyone.”

Not down, just preoccupied. Jayden looked away. His fingertip absentmindedly thumped against the counter top. There had to be something that could help them, he told himself. Everything had a weakness, and so far the only weakness that was constantly found was his and the other rangers.

It had been embarrassing how easily they had been defeated. No amount of training had prepared him for it.

“Is something wrong, mate?” Jayden glanced up to see the girl watching closely. “Does something smell? I reckon I haven’t checked the expiration date on our milk in a bit but--”

“No.” Jayden briskly cut her off. “Why?”

“Because you have a look on your face like you just smelled something foul,” she continued in a ‘duh’ tone. “So it’s either that this place really isn’t up to its health codes or there’s something seriously wrong with you.” She crossed her arms, leaning against the counter. Her eyebrows rose. “Frankly, it wouldn’t surprise me if it were the latter, hey?”

Jayden frowned. “I have a lot on my mind,” Jayden replied. There was a defensive edge to his tone that he knew the girl noticed through the quick quirk of an eyebrow.

“So, you don’t just have that face when you’re buy yourself,” the girl continued, slowly nodding. “I hate to see what happens when you bloody smile.” She reached out to take a glass a co-worker sat on the counter next to her.

She took a rag from the pocket of her black jeans, starting to rub it over the glass. Jayden’s eyes shifted to the watch that sat on her wrist. A faceless silver mechanism that had purple stripes along the band. He’d never seen a watch look like that before. Tilting his head, he examined it a bit closer before her movements twisted her hand away.

Jayden sucked in a deep between his teeth. What he said next certainly was rude, but her words were not helping his mood in the slightest. Defeat did that to him. Mia always said he shouldn’t take defeat too seriously—which would spur her in a disagreement with Kevin who espoused it was important to recognize your shortcomings. Still, he couldn’t help himself form saying, “It’d be nice if I wasn’t judged.”

“Who said I was judging you?” She seemed unbothered by his tone. As a matter of fact, her smile widened. “Judgment is forming an estimation or assumption about something without having evidences to reinforce your claims. The fact that you’re letting it bother you further is simply your adverse reaction to my opinion.”

He blinked in surprise, listening to her politely tell him off. Finally, he could only say, “I didn’t ask for it.”

“No one ever does. My sister says it’s one of my worst habits. But you should see her.”

The girl smiled and put the glass down, picking up another one and wiping water droplets off it as well. She placed it onto a drying rack behind her and went to the window that had been cut into the wall, showing a glimpse of the kitchen behind them. Leaning forward, she said something to the chefs at the back then picked up a set of menus and came from around the bar, going to set up a few tables that had just recently been occupied.

Jayden returned to the table with his espresso and nursed it, his mind wandering over the last battle he and the team had faced with the Nighlocks. The monster had moved incredibly fast and seemed impervious to the numerous attacks he, Kevin, Mike, Mia, and Emily had shot towards it.

And the monster continued to sit laugh and laugh as each attack was blasted into the nearby buildings and cars that surrounded the fighting area. What was it that was going to be the deciding factor on how to beat it? If they couldn’t defeat this monster there was going to be another one, even bigger, better, and faster that would do the job and finish off the rangers for sure.

“Here you go.”

Jayden jumped as the girl placed a plate with a piece of a chocolate cheesecake in front of him. “Sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t order this.”

“No worries.” She waved a hand. “I can’t have someone with that long of a face leave looking like that. It’s not good for our reputation.” She turned and picked up a can of whipped cream and placed it onto the counter by the plate of food. “And whipped cream to go along with it.” She wiggled a finger back and forth. “Just keep it PG, this is a family place.”

Jayden chuckled, reaching out and taking the fork that was given to him as well, digging into the piece of dessert. He stuck a piece into his mouth and chewed gently, starting to cut another piece. He raised his blue eyes to the girl.

“I’m Jayden,” he finally introduced himself.

“Bailey,” she replied. “Nice to finally meet you.” Her eyes flickered over him. “Are you waiting for someone?”

“No.” Jayden shook his head. “I’m just…by myself. I needed some time away.”

“I hope your ‘time away’ manages to loosen you up a little,” Bailey commented. “You look like you could use a laugh.” Jayden looked away as his Samurizer went off, making him surge to his feet, nearly knocking over the table and his drink. Bailey hardly reacted, she continued to watch him closely. Something flashed through her eyes. “And a change in wardrobe. You wear red a lot, mate.”

“It’s my favorite color,” Jayden said quickly.

“I know the feeling.”

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