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"Clueless" *Part 3*

Okay so my dog ended up being totally fine, and luckily I had most of this written beforehand. <3

PS- REALLY shouldn't have watched the actual movie while writing this...lulz. Count how many actual lines from the movie you catch.

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He drove back up the Beach House, but you and Ariel had abandoned it for a loft in the city, no forwarding address. He asked himself why he was putting so much effort just to get back in contact with you. He couldn’t explain it, it was like something against logic.

He dialed Ariel’s number.

IGNORE.

Redial.

IGNORE.

Text: “Answer your phone!!!”

Redial.

“What do you want?”

“I want to talk to Y/N,”

“Well she doesn't want to talk to you,”

“What did you tell her, Ariel?”

“The truth,”

“I don’t...I can’t even begin to imagine what that means in your language,”

“Oh whatever Raf, what does it matter what I told her? She’s MY friend, not yours!”

“You don’t OWN her Ariel,”

“Don’t I?” She smirked. “I feed her, I clothe her, I give her a roof to sleep under. I even gave her a cute necklace with her name on it, like a collar,” she smirked.

"You're evil," he sneered.

“I’m a saint,” She scoffed. “Do you know where that girl would be without me? Do you know the years it would take in a therapist's office to heal the emotional trauma I so selflessly saved her from? Her life will be enriched and better because of me, how many girls can say that about you?"

“Oh right, like helping her hasn’t served you any purpose?”

“What purpose could it possibly have?”

“Please, if I ever saw you do anything less than 90% selfish I’d die of shock,”

“Oh that would be reason enough for me,”

“Look, I get it. You've never had a mother so you're treating her like your personal Barbie doll,"

“And what, you wanna be her Prince Ken? Or, lawyer Ken,”

“She’s NOT a Barbie doll!”

“You’re right, she’s not. So I’m not going to let you play with her emotions,”

“What does that even mean? For fuck’s sake Ariel, I just want to be her mentor,”

“Really?” Rafael could hear her rolling her eyes through the phone. “You’re trying THIS hard to mentor some girl you met less than 24 hours ago? REALLY,” She chuckled.

“I may not be ‘Harvard’ smart BRO, but I’m not stupid. I know when a guy has let’s say, less than moral intentions with a girl,”

“It’s not like that,” He growled. “She’s a sweet girl, Ariel. And I’m not going to let you try and change her into your clone,”

“Wha--my clone? Please, Raf she could NEVER reach my level. Believe me, I’ve tried for four years. She’s a good sidekick,”

“This isn’t over,”

“Isn’t it? You have ZERO idea where we are,”

“Please, there’s maybe 5 places in Manhattan you’ll go, and they’re all on the Upper East Side. It’s not hard,”

“Well then, I guess we’ll see who’s better at hide and seek!”

CLICK.

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Ariel rolled her eyes with a smile just as you walked in the living room.

“Who was that?” You asked, toweling your hair from the shower you had just exited.

“Mom,” She rolled her eyes. “She wanted to make sure we weren’t tearing this place up,”

“Oh?” You asked, suddenly hopeful. “Was she going to ask Rafael to check?”

“What? NO,” Ariel shut down that thought quickly. “I assured her she didn’t need to send that dog over here to sniff around you anymore,”

“Ariel,” You rolled your eyes with a sigh. “I’m a big girl,”

“I know sweetie,” She walked over and scrunched your face. “Such a big girl,”

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes again walking back to the bedroom.

“Hey…” Ariel grabbed the TV remote. “Do you wanna watch Clueless?”

“What? ….Why?”

“I don’t know, you mentioned it yesterday and now I can’t stop thinking about a young Paul Rudd,”

“....Who looks exactly like present Paul Rudd,” You laughed.

“I know right? I want the magic face cream he must use,” She giggled as you both sat down on the couch to watch the movie.

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“See, Cher isn’t a bad person, right? She saved Tai,” Ariel gestured to the TV.

“Am I Tai in this situation?” You eyed her.

“Well, yeah,” She shrugged. “Duh,”

“I’ll take it, I love Brittany Murphy,” You shrugged.

“RIP,” Ariel made a sign of the cross with a kiss looking up to heaven. “We should pour one out for her,”

“On your mom’s thousand dollar rug?”

“Okay, so maybe just pour one for us,”

Her phone vibrated wildly; it vibrated so hard it fell off the coffee table onto the floor. You picked it up to put it back, but you happened to glance at the screen.

BHOLE BARBA: You can’t keep her from me forever, Ariel

Wha….keep who from him? You? Did...was he...did Ariel….?

“Alright, who’s ready for mimosas?!” Ariel said in a singsongy voice as she returned with two flutes of champagne.

“What is this?” You held the phone up to her. She read it, her eyes grew wide.

“I...He’s talking about the Adele CD I borrowed from him forever ago, he’s weirdly possessive about ‘her’,”

“Ariel,” You interrupted her with a stern face.

“What?” She played dumb.

“...How could you do this to me?” You asked with a hurt expression.

“Do what?” She rolled her eyes with a laugh. “Protect you from my loser ex brother?”

“You--! Oh my god,” You couldn’t believe it. Your own best friend was trying to mess with your happiness?

“Oh come on Y/N, it’s not that big of a--” She rolled her eyes with a laugh, pissing you off even more.

“It IS a big deal!” Tears stung your eyes, you hated that you started crying when you got angry. How pathetic was that?

“Why? You can’t possibly be in love with him or something,” She scoffed.

“NO! Of course not,” You crossed your arms. “But he could help me with school, with my career! Don’t you want me to get a good job, eventually move out of here?”

“Maybe I don’t!” She yelled suddenly.

“...What?” You asked in disbelief.

“Look, Y/N,” She sighed. “I...you...we both know under normal circumstances, we would never be friends,”

“...I mean, I guess…” You shrugged.

“Oh come on,” She gave you a look. “You’d have to explain every sentence you spoke to me,” She had crocodile tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Oh come on Ariel,” You sighed and sat next to her. “You’re NOT stupid,”

“I’m stupider than you!” She cried.

“...More stupid,” You corrected her.

“See?” She sniffled.

“Okay, but-- still,” You took her hand. "You're my best friend. Do you think that if I don't have to live with you anymore, I won't be your friend?"

"Maybe…" She looked at the floor.

"Ariel!" You cried. "Really? Come on,"

"You come on!" She was actually getting upset now. "Look, Y/N. I don't have...friends,"

"What?" You snorted. "You have the biggest social circle I know!"

"Yeah but--" she tried to find the right words. "They're not like….friends, friends ya know? They're more like…. followers, or leeches, of--"

"Sycophants," you chuckled. She did surround herself with as many people who would tell her she was amazing as possible.

"I don't know what that means but probably, yes," She nodded. “You’re the only one who I can actually talk to, you’re like my little sister,”

“....Right, so…? You think I’ll just give all that up if I move out? If I don’t need you financially anymore?”

“Maybe…” She mumbled. “But ALSO, if that stupid asshole gets into your head about me!”

“Oh God…” You put a hand over your head. “Ariel,” You took both of her hands and looked at her very seriously.

“You are my absolute best friend in this entire world, no…’boy’ could change that! I’ve known you so long, I know you completely. Nothing he could tell me would make me turn on you, I swear it,”

“Really?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

“Really! You held a hand up like an oath. “AND, even if-- WHEN, I get financially stable and can live on my own two feet, I will ALWAYS be your friend,” You used the oath hand and placed it in hers again. “I swear it,”

“....Okay, but absolutely ZERO sleepovers here,”

“Oh, my god, ARIEL,” You gasped. “I JUST want to talk to him about law stuff!”

“Yeah, that’s what he said too,” She rolled her eyes, not believing either of you.

“He did?” You felt your face fall.

“Ah HA! See? Disappointment!”

“Shut up,” You hit her. “I don’t care, we should just be professional anyway,”

“Uh huh,” She nodded sarcastically.

“Are you going to give me his number or not?” You gave her a look.

“No,”

“ARIEL,” You crossed your arms.

“No, then you’re going to immediately call him and give him ALL the power,” She wagged a finger at you. “I’m going to give him YOUR number, and if he calls you, he calls you,”

“Ariel…” You gave her another look.

“What? You don’t believe me?” She feigned offense.

“I really don’t,” You shook your head.

“Alright FINE,” She pulled out her phone and opened her texts with Rafael, typed in your number and hit SEND.

“Happy?” She showed you her phone.

“....Maybe,” You hid the giddiness that was building in your stomach.

Almost IMMEDIATELY after sending the text, your phone lit up wildly.

“Good god I’m gonna get out of here before the nerdy phone sex starts,” She ran out of the room with her mimosa in tow.

“Shut up!” You hissed, mentally preparing yourself for this phone call. The phone call you’d been waiting for for days, even when you thought he was a “player”. You took a deep breath and hit ANSWER:

“Hello?”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah who’s this?” You asked coyly.

“It’s...Rafael, Barba…”

“I’m sorry, who?” You teased.

“Ariel’s….brother?” He skipped the asterisk that went along with “Brother”.

“Ohhhh right right right,” You nodded, keeping him nervous. “Yeah, Ariel told me all about you,”

“I knew it,” He growled thinking about Ariel and her lies. “Whatever she said, she’s lying,”

“Oh so you don’t want to be my mentor?”

“Wha--?” He was shocked. Did Ariel actually change her mind? Or dare he think...a change of heart?

“Yes! I mean, I do! I absolutely do!” He may have said that a little too overzealous, so he dialed it back. “I mean, if I have some time I’d be up for it, if that’s okay with you,”

“I might, maybe…” You were twirling your hair in your fingers. “When do you think you might have time?”

“Well you know I was thinking--” He started, but there was a knock at the door.

“Oh sorry, one second,” You got up and walked over to the door and swung it open to reveal Rafael standing there, right in front of you. He was dressed in a black suit with a pink tie. As amazing as he looked in street clothes, you thought you might mount him right there in that suit.

“I have some time right now,” He smiled, acting as if he was still on the phone. You couldn’t help yourself, you leapt into his arms and kissed him, HARD.

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“Hello? Y/N?”

You snapped back to reality, Rafael was talking to you on the phone.

“Oh! Um, Yeah, sorry what?”

“I said I have some time right now, if you wanna meet for coffee or something,” He half laughed, still enchanted by your awkwardness.

“Yes! Sure! I...let me just get dressed, just text me the address, I’ll meet you in a few,” You were so glad he couldn’t see how beet red you were from that little fantasy you had just been in.

“Sounds good,” You could hear him smile; even through the phone it made you weak in the knees.

You hung up and ran to Ariel’s room, hoping she’d help you get dressed.

What could you wear to impress him?

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noladyme · 3 years

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My Only Sunshine - Chapter 8 FINAL CHAPTER

Liv is as human as they come – faults and all. After a dark experience in her past, she is determined to live life on her own terms, and never let anyone claim her as theirs again. This becomes an issue, when she meets a 1000-yearold vampire, who is dead-set on claiming her as his own.

CHAPTER 7

I had my first shift back at Merlotte’s a few days later; having needed to wind down a bit. I hadn’t called or texted anyone to let them know exactly when I’d be back, so when I arrived at work, my friends rushed over to greet me. I noticed Sam examining my exposed skin for fang-marks , and was happy Eric had helped me rid of them. I couldn’t take a telling off from Sam right now; still too raw from my trip to Dallas. When he was satisfied, I wasn’t hurt, he gave me a warm hug. Sookie was next, and gave me a secret empathetic smile. “I just want to get back to work”, I said. “Back to normal”. “Did something happen to you in Dallas, cher’?”, Sam asked. “You look like you’ve been through it”. “No… nothing like that. Just jet-lagged from vamp-time”, I smiled. He nodded disbelievingly. “Any more… pictures show up here?”. “No. Nothing”, he replied. I sighed in relief. “Good. I’ll just go do, what you pay me to do, now”. I walked off, feeling both his and Sookie’s eyes on my back as I went.

I was happy to be back in flats, as I didn’t have any vamp-blood to heal my blisters. The lack of heels didn’t stop Jason from checking out my ass, as I came over to serve him and his crew their food. “Hey Liv! I hear you’ve been in Dallas. You running away from us permanently?”, he asked. “Nope. I’m in Bon Temps for the long haul”, I smiled. “Good, ‘cuz I’ve been thinking… You and I never did go on that date…”. I patted his cheek. “And we never will, Jason. You’re too much man to handle, big guy”. He leaned back in his seat, and smirked at me flirtatiously. “Nah, I think you can take it”. “Never gonna happen, Stackhouse”, I called over my shoulder, as I walked away.

Just after sundown, Bill showed up. After having kissed Sookie, he took me by surprise, by leaning in to give me a half hug. “I am glad to sae you unharmed”, he said. “We’re you really that worried?”, I asked. “I’ve been fine”. Bill lowered his voice for discretion. “But that phone call. Eric said…”. I felt tears forming in my eyes. “Liv doesn’t want to talk about that, Bill”, Sookie said. “But…”, Bill tried. “Please…”, I croaked. “Sook’, can you take care of my tables for a minute? I need some air…”. Sookie nodded, and patted my back, before I slipped out the back door.

The night was chilly for once; and I felt goosebumps form on my exposed arms and legs. I was feeling ridiculous for crying, but couldn’t help myself. Bill came out to join me. “I am terribly sorry. I didn’t realize I’d cause such pain to you by speaking of…”. “It’s fine, Bill. You couldn’t know”, I said, and accepted the handkerchief he handed me. I took a deep breath, and leaned my back against the wall next to the dumpster; grabbing a cigarette from my fanny pack, and lighting it. “Can I ask you a vampire question?”, I said. “Of course!”, he responded. I chewed my lip nervously. “What does it mean when a vampire wants to make a human theirs?”.

Bill thought for a moment. “Well, when a vampire wants to lay claim to a human, so that no other vampire can; he or she will do so by simply proclaiming it”. ��You don’t ask the human?”, I said wonderingly. “Not usually, no”. “But what about what the human wants? What if they don’t want to belong to the vampire?”. Bill shrugged. “After the great reveal, consensual relationships between humans and vampires are much more common… obviously. In Sookie’s and my case, if she wanted to discontinue our relationship…”. He seemed pained at the thought. “Well, I would let her go. But she would still be mine, when it came to other vampires wanting to feed from her, or have… relations with her. I’ve claimed her…”. “Huh…”, I muttered.

“I take it Eric has claimed you…”, Bill said, distaste clear in his voice. “No”, I said. He frowned in confusion. “Why?”. I took a draw from my smoke, and looked at him earnestly. “Because I said no”. Bills jaw literally dropped, and I saw more of the white in his eyes than I ever had before. “And he… accepted that?”. I nodded. “Are you sure we are talking about the same Eric Northman? He is the kind of vampire who takes what he wants”. “Not me… I guess he didn’t want me that bad”, I muttered, and took another draw from my cigarette. I wasn’t sure about the truth of my own words. Eric had asked me, which was apparently out of character for him; but I didn’t dare let myself believe that there was a deeper meaning to his behavior.

Bill seemed unable to come up with a proper reply, and instead decided to pat my shoulder. Suddenly, he froze in place, looking towards the trees. “What’s wrong?”, I asked. “I don’t know…”, he said quietly. “I saw something”. I felt the hair at the back of my neck stand up straight. “What kind of something?”. “I am not sure… It’s probably nothing. No need to worry. Please tell Sookie I will be back to escort her home”. He was gone within a second, only leaving a gush of wind that made the smell of the dumpster hit my nose. I cringed, and went back inside. After relaying Bills words to Sookie, I got back to work.

As late as it was, there were fewer orders for food; as people had turned to alcohol instead. I went back and forth between the bar for a few hours, serving gin & tonics, beers and whiskey sours to the good and less than good people of Bon Temps. After a while, I finally felt able to push my trip to Dallas to the back of my mind; and focus on just being present where I was. Just before last call, Sam came up to me with a tray with two pink drinks. “Watermelon margaritas…”, he shrugged. “Never made one before, but the guy in the corner insisted on it. Wanted you to bring them”.

I spun around, and looked towards the corner booth; where Thomas was seated, smiling at me. My hands began shaking. “Liv? You ok?”, Sam asked. “You know him?”. “He’s… someone I knew back in San Diego”, I breathed. “Do you need me to take care of it?”. I shook my head fervently. I didn’t know why Thomas was here, but whatever his reason was, I didn’t think he remember having attacked me; and I didn’t want to cause a scene. “I got it…”, I said, and took the tray; walking over to the table.

I set down the drinks in front of Thomas. “Nice to see you again”, he said. “Will there be anything else?”, I asked coldly. “Just some company, if you don’t mind…”, Thomas smiled. “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m at work”, I replied. “But I got your favorite drink, Liv… And I sent you those pictures, to remind you of the good times we had”. I met his eyes, which were cold and hard. I looked over my shoulder at Sam, who’d returned to serving the patrons at the bar. “Your vampire friend is gone. My vampire friend took care of that. Now sit down, before I have to do something rash”. He lifted his jacket slightly, letting me see the gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans.

My heart beat 1000 miles per second, and I slowly lowered myself to sit across from Thomas. “What do you want?”, I whispered. “I want to talk to you about what happened that night…”, he replied. “You remember”, I said. Thomas nodded. “How?”. “The vampire friend I mentioned… His blood makes me able to do things, you can’t even imagine”. I shook my head, almost in pity of him. “How much is he plying you with?”. “Enough to make it close to impossible to glamour me”, Thomas grinned. “You know how it is. You can’t be glamoured either. That tall vampire saw to that”. “No… that’s different. Thomas, you have an addiction… a sickness!”, I sighed. “You have to know this is crazy!”.

He jolted forwards, and grabbed both my hands over the table; making it look as if we were holding hands, when in reality, he was hurting me. “What’s crazy is you throwing away a perfectly good guy, and letting some vamp feed on you instead”, he hissed. “You were going to rape me”, I whimpered. “You wanted it! You were practically throwing yourself at me for weeks!”. “No, I wasn’t… I said yes to one date, that was it. I was just being friendly…”. He let go of my hands, and sat back again. “You’re such a fucking slut, you know that? You led me on…”. He grabbed the gun from his waistband, cocked the hammer, and moved it under the table. I felt the barrel press at the inside of my knees. “You probably put out to that vampire in Dallas, didn’t you…? How much did he pay you?”. “Don’t do this, please…”, I whimpered.

Sam rang the bell. “That’s it, folks. Drink up!”. Sookie walked towards Thomas and me. “Don’t say anything. I swear I’ll shoot you, and everyone else in this shithole…”, Thomas hissed, and then suddenly smiled brightly at my approaching friend. Once at the table, Sookie looked questioningly at me. “Who’s your friend, Liv?”, she asked. I smiled as brightly as I could at her; willing her to hear my thoughts. “This is Thomas”, I said. Sookie. He’s dangerous. Listen to his thoughts, please!. “We knew each other in San Diego, and reconnected in Dallas”. Sookie’s eyes flickered, and she stuck out her hand to Thomas; who grabbed it with his free left hand. “Hi there, Thomas!”, she smiled. I saw confusion ghost her face, before she looked back at me. “Liv, could you come help us close up? We’re kind of swamped…”. I hoped she was trying to get me away from Thomas. “Actually… I was hoping to take Liv with me, now. You know, catch up…”, he smiled. “I really need to…”, I began. I felt the barrel of his gun bore into my bare skin. “Come on… We didn’t have a chance to really talk in Dallas”, he said, with an edge to his voice.

Sookie looked down towards the tabletop for a nanosecond. “Do you mind doing us a solid here, Sook’?”, I said. Let us go, Sookie. Please let us go. He’ll kill everyone in here. “I’ll do your prep for you tomorrow”. Sookie nodded. “What should I tell Sam?”, she asked. “Just tell him I’m catching up with a friend”, I smiled. I could see Thomas was getting agitated, and sighed deeply. “We should go…”, I said. Eric… I want Eric. Sookie blinked. “I’ll see you tomorrow”, she said. “Uh huh…”, I croaked. “I will!”, she said, and walked away.

After being satisfied Sookie was far enough away, Thomas slipped the gun into the back of his jeans. “We’re going to walk out of here real calm. Don’t even think about trying anything. I got enough V in me to rip you apart in a second”, he hissed through a smile. Once he got up to stand, I followed, and he put his arm around me; holding on to me tightly. I was too afraid to even look at Sookie or Sam, so simply followed where Thomas led me. I prayed that Sookie had understood my thoughts.

Once out of view of the bar Thomas pushed me towards a black chevy of a newer model, and just as I thought he was about to open the door for me to enter; he struck me over the back of my head, and I was out cold.

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I don’t know how much time had passed when I woke, but it was still dark. I was lying on the backseat of Thomas’ car, which he’d parked down a gravel road somewhere I didn’t recognize immediately. He was leaning against the car, having one of my cigarettes. I tried to crawl for the door on the opposite side of where he was standing, but he noticed me moving, and opened the door; dragging me by the ankle, out of it. I hit the ground outside; the gravel cutting in to my skin.

Thomas fell to his knees next to me. “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you just now!”, he smiled, and stroked my cheek. “That’s not how I want this to go”. I raised my hand to the back of my head, and felt a bump there. “You knocked me out”, I rasped. “I just needed you to go with me, without causing trouble”, he said, and raised me into a seated position. “What are you going to do to me?”, I asked. “You know what I’m going to do… You and I are going to finish what we started a year ago”, he said. I felt tears trickling down my cheeks, as I shook my head. “No…”. “Yes”, Thomas said. “You’re mine”. There was no mercy in his voice. I didn’t have anyone to save me this time. I didn’t have Eric. God, I wanted Eric there, to protect me – to hold me. I shook myself from the thought. If I wanted free, I’d have to help myself.

Grabbing a handful of gravel, I flung it at Thomas’ face. He covered his eyes, and cried out; and I managed to get on my feet, and run down the road. With a roar, Thomas got on his feet, and ran after me. “Get back here, you stupid cunt!”, he growled. I turned, and ran away from the road, through the trees; in hopes that I could find somewhere to hide. I was dizzy and heaving for breath, and knew that sheer speed wouldn’t be what got me away from my attacker. Stumbling over some branches, I fell to my knees, and cried out in pain, as a sharp rock cut in to my palm. “Don’t rouse them ‘gaters!”, Thomas yelled after me, with a mock Louisiana drawl. “Don’t want them getting to you before I do”.

I got on my feet again, and got back to running. Soon, I was recognizing the area. I knew I was near the cemetery between Sookies and Bills houses, and headed in the direction I thought might be right to get to the vampire’s house. Once I saw the fence surrounding the cemetery, I almost cried in relief.

I heard a loud pop, and felt a sharp pain in my thigh; before falling to the ground, just at the entrance to the graveyard. Before long Thomas was stood over me, his gun in hand. He’d shot me. “Why do you have to make this so difficult?”, he growled, and kicked me hard in the stomach. I curled up, heaving for breath. “Stop. Please stop…”, I pleaded. Thomas grabbed a hold of my head, and I put my hands around his wrist, so he wouldn’t tear it at the roots. He dragged me into the cemetery, and threw me on the ground in front of an old gravestone. “No…”, I sobbed. “You like fucking dead people so much, I’ll let you die next to them as well”. He pounded his fist into my chest, making all air leave my lungs. “You’re not even worth it, you bitch”. Blow after blow hit my body, as I struggled to get oxygen into my lungs. Every time Thomas’ fist hit me, he followed it with angry slurs and insults. I tried screaming for help, but in the end, the pain was so extreme I couldn’t make a sound anymore. I was beginning to feel cold, and saw that the wound in my leg was bleeding profusely. I was losing a lot of blood, very fast.

I laid on my back, looking up at the stars, as Thomas continuously pounded at me; when I heard a roar, and Eric came out of the darkness – grabbing Thomas by the neck, and tearing him away from me. Thomas was knocked out when his back hit a nearby gravestone, and Eric ran over to me. “Liv…”, he breathed, and put his hand on my bruised cheek. I coughed up some blood, and he turned me gently, to let me spit it out. “Eric?”, I heard Bills voice call out. “She’s here!”, Eric replied. “She’s hurt bad, but I can heal her… I should have come sooner. I’m sorry, Liv”. His eyes were pained, and I tried to reach for his face. “Don’t move. Just let me…”.

He was grabbed from behind, and thrown away from me. Rose had arrived out of nowhere, and was now doing her best to do some damage to Eric, by biting in to his neck. Eric roared in pain, and Bill came running to help Eric. The two male vampires soon had the upper hand in the fight; but apparently, the plan hadn’t been to win the fight – merely to distract them.

I felt myself get lifted from the ground, and was soon looking in to the eyes of Stan. “Stand down, Northman!”, he growled. Eric immediately released the hold he’d had on Rose, and spun around to face Stan. His eyes were wide in rage and what seemed to be fear. “Stan, let her go”, he said. Rose edged away, to go check on Thomas. “I don’t think so”, Stan said. “This gash cost me my sheriff’s position”.

“Your human is alive”, Rose said, from where she was standing over Thomas. “Fuck him. I don’t need him anymore”, Stan said. “You sure? ‘Cuz I could eat”, Rose smirked. “Knock yourself out”, Stan said. Rose was about to lift Thomas, so that she could bite him, when her chest burst open. She turned in to goo within seconds, revealing Godric behind her; still holding on to her heart. Pam was a few paces behind him. “Sorry we’re late”, she smiled. “Godrics plane just landed”.

Godric took a few slow steps towards Stan. “Stay back!”, Stan said; spinning me around, so my back was to his chest. He grabbed my head, and tilted it to the side. I didn’t have the strength to fight him off. “I’ll snap her neck”. “Not before I rip your head off!”, Eric hissed. Stan simply laughed coldly. “Stan. This isn’t the way…”, Godric said. “You will not get back in the good graces of the authority by killing this woman”. “Fuck the authority. Fuck all of you… Kneeling to lesser beings? You should be ashamed!”. “No one is kneeling”, Godric said. Eric, Pam and Bill gave each other a look, and began flanking Stan and I. “We are simply coexisting”.

Stans grip around my chest was so tight, that I began sobbing in pain again. “See that? They’re weak… below us!”, he said. “She was important enough for the magister to want her to stay alive”, Godric said. “And why is that?”, Stan asked. “What is she? She does smell interesting”. He lowered his nose to a cut over my brow. I heard Eric growl, and Stan chuckled in response. “I told you I would have a taste!”. “I’m going to kill you”, Eric roared. Stan knew his time was up. He was outnumbered; and at least two of the vampires present, had hundreds of years on him. “Then I might as well go out a happy vampire”, he said. Stan sunk his fangs into me, and sucked. “Nej!”, I heard Eric cry out in an agonized voice.

Stans bite wasn’t sensual as Erics had been. It was like being torn open, and literally eaten alive. My neck was burning from the bite, and my eyes rolled back in my head in agony. Then suddenly, he dropped my body to the ground. Everything became foggy. I could just make out, as Pam, Bill and Eric attacked Stan. I thought I saw Pam and Bill hold Stan down, as Eric grabbed his head, and tore it clean from his body; before he became the same kind of goo that Rose’s had.

I was hardly breathing – couldn’t even feel any pain anymore – and I knew I was dying. A pair of strong arms cradled me, and I forced myself to focus on Erics face. “I have to heal her”, he said. “It’s too late, Eric… she lost too much blood”, Bill said with a pained voice. “I’m so sorry, Liv…”. Eric met my eyes, looking like he’d never be happy again. “Stay with me”, he breathed, and pressed his lips to mine. “Snälla Liv… mit solsken…”. I wanted nothing but to embrace him. Make him smile again. “Y-yours…”, I rasped. “Yours…”. A bloody tear escaped Erics eye, and a pained smile forced itself to his lips. “Mine…”, he whispered, and stroked my temple; when his expression became determined.

Pam came over, and put a hand on his shoulder. “The sun will be up soon”, she said. “We have to go”. Eric looked at her with hard eyes. “Dig a hole”, he said. “Eric…”, Bill said warily. “Are you sure…?”. “I said, dig a fucking hole!”. Bill and Pam disappeared from sight, and Godric put a hand on the top of Erics head. Their eyes locked for a second, before Godric disappeared in the direction the others had went.

My breathing had become a rattling, and Eric pulled me impossibly closer to him. “No… not yet. You have to drink”. Extracting his fangs, he bit in to his wrist, and put it to my lips. I didn’t have the strength to suck; so simply looked into Erics eyes, as his blood flowed into my mouth, and down my throat. Before long, the wounds closed, and Eric bit into his skin again; repeating the process.

I used my last ounce of energy to lift the corners of my lips into a soft smile; losing myself in Erics blue eyes, before everything went black.

“Min Liv… mit liv”.

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I couldn’t move. I was held down by some unknown force, and everything was blackness. My face was pressed against something both firm and soft, leaving very little room for me to breathe; which I realized was futile anyway, as there wasn’t any air to be had. Someone was holding on to me firmly but gently, and I knew the embrace. I’d been in it before.

With the tiny bit of air in my lungs still there, I tried to speak. “Eric…”. It came out as a peep; but must have woken him, because I felt him move. Panic began to take me over, and I tried to move myself. I needed air, soon. Eric used all his strength to break through what was holding us down – dirt, I realized. We’d been buried. Just as I was about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, Eric grabbed my wrists and pulled me out of the ground after him.

I took a deep heaving breath, and then coughed. Eric was wiping the dirt out of my face, so I could meet his eyes. “Liv…”, he breathed. He was dirty, just like me; but it didn’t take away from his beauty. The dim light of the moon, made him almost shimmer over me. Eric held me against him, and stroked my cheek smilingly for a few seconds – kissing my forehead – before a confused expression took over. He began running his palm over my exposed skin, his cool hand in sharp contrast to my warmth, as he seemingly examined me. “What happened?”, I croaked. Suddenly Pam was next to us, almost looking happy to see me; before she also frowned – her eyes wary. “Where’s Godric?”, Eric demanded. “In the house”, Pam said. Eric got on his feet, and picked me up in his arms. Without speaking, he carried me out of the graveyard, and towards Bills large house. “Eric, what’s happening?”, I asked quietly. He didn’t respond, but simply carried me over the threshold as Pam opened the door; and in to the living room.

Sookie, Bill and Godric were seated there, and all got up to stand, when Eric entered the room with me. Bill parted his lips and widened his eyes when he saw me; whereas Godric looked like he was looking at something completely normal. “Liv!”, Sookie cried out, and ran towards Eric to greet me. Bill grabbed her arm and held her back. “Careful…”, he said.

Eric set me down on the couch, and put a hand to my chest, seemingly feeling my heart beat. “Why is she alive?”, he asked. Memories from the night before came back to me, and I drew a deep, ragged breath, when I realized what Eric had tried to do. “Because she can’t be turned”, Godric said. “You cannot make her vampire”. “But she was dead…”, Eric began. “I’m here, you know. Please stop talking about me like I’m not!”, I said. Godric smiled warmly at me. “You most certainly are here”, he said. Pam stifled a grin, and I turned my face to look at Eric. He sat down next to me, and looked at me like I was the strangest creature he’d ever met. “You tried to turn me…”, I said. “So, why am I still human?”. Eric looked bewildered. “I… don’t know”, he admitted. “You were dead. I heard your heart stop”. I looked down at my chest, as if I could see the heart in question. Eric turned to look at Godric. “Vad är hon?”.

Godric sat back down, and looked across the faces of the room. “Liv is something no one else in this room, maybe in the world is. Human”. I opened and closed my mouth a few times, trying to find the words to respond to that. “That makes no sense at all”, I finally said. “There are humans everywhere. Are you telling me I’m some kind of weird subspecies?”. “Quite the opposite”, Godric smiled. “You are as human as it is possible to be. Your blood is like human blood was, before they dabbled in magic; and before they interbred with fae-folk and shifters. When they were purely human”. “But vampire blood heals me, just like everyone else”, I said. “The healing components of our blood is merely biology…”, Godric said. “Glamouring; bloodbonds; the visions, strength, and pleasures having our blood can give; and becoming one of us… That’s magic”. “And I am completely magic-less. Magic-resistant, even”, I muttered. Godric nodded. “That’s kind of… sad”, I said. “I think it’s remarkable”.

Bill cleared his throat. “With all due respect, Godric. That does not explain why Liv is alive”. He was still holding Sookie back from coming over to greet me; seemingly worried I’d suddenly sprout fangs, and give in to bloodlust. “As Eric said, she was dead. I also heard her heart stop”. “Erics blood is ancient; and he comes from a strong bloodline, both on his human and vampire side”, Godric said matter-of-factly. “He cannot turn Liv, but he was able to bring her back from death”. Eric smirked smugly; feeling very happy about himself, obviously. I couldn’t help but smile a little at him. “How?”, Bill asked. “I cannot say for sure”, Godric said. “But I suspect that the humanity in Liv fought back against being turned vampire; and as the magic could not take hold in her, she simply rose as a human again”. “That still sounds kind of magical”, Pam said. “Maybe… Or maybe it was just the very strong curative properties in Erics blood that healed and jolted her back to life”. “What if she died again? Could Eric just bring her back human?”, Sookie asked. “Let’s not test that theory. Being buried alive was not fun”, I said, shuddering.

Eric smiled at me, and picked a stray clump of dirt out of my hair. When he saw Bills smirking reaction to his caring gesture, he drew his lips back in a sneer. “Mine!”, he growled. I’d said that, before I died. I had given myself to Eric, and there wasn’t a chance in hell, he was letting go now. Godric smiled affectionately at his child.

My throat was dry, I was tired, and I wanted to wash myself off from dirt and grit. “I want to go home…”, I breathed. Eric nodded. “Pam, fetch the car, so we can go back to Shreveport”, he ordered. “Thank fuck. I’m not spending another day in Bills smelly cubby", Pam said. Grabbing a hold of Erics wrist, before he could whisk me away, I shook my head. “No… I want to go home, to my house”, I said. Eric recoiled at my words. “You said…”. “I’m still my own, even if I did say yes”, I said quietly. “Please, take me home…”. After a moment, he gave me a stoic nod; before looking at Godric, who had gotten on his feet again. “I’ll not leave before we have a chance to say farewell”, Godric smiled. “Pamela can entertain me with tales of your debauchery, in the meanwhile”.

I got on my feet, and took three long strides towards the ancient vampire; wrapping my arms around him. He froze in place, completely taken of guard. “Thank you for everything, Godric”, I said, and kissed his cheek. As I stepped back, he held his fingertips to where my lips had left their mark. Eric, Pam and Bill all stood mouths agape and wide-eyed at my gesture. For a moment, Godric almost looked like a human, just a young man in his late teens; almost blushing. He must have had some of Bills TruBlood. “I’ve not been embraced like that in more than 2000 years”, he smiled. “Thank you”. It was my turn to blush.

Eric put a gentle hand on my shoulder, and after a final smile towards Godric, I let him lead me towards the front door. Sookie ran after us, Bill not holding her back this time; and I let my friend hug me warmly. “You heard me…”, I smiled. “Not clearly”, she said, as she stepped back. “But I knew something was wrong, and when I took that guys hand, his mind was screaming about what he had planned”. She swallowed hard, and I saw her eyes well up. I squeezed her hand. “Thank you, Sookie…”. She wiped her eyes, and smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow at work, right?”, “I’ll consider letting her go”, Eric said. I rolled my eyes at him. “See you then”, I smiled at Sookie, and walked out the door; Erics hand on my lower back. We walked down the steps of the porch, when Sookie called after me again. “Liv? I did hear one of your thoughts clearly…”. I looked back at her. “What was that?”. She smiled warmly, before looking at Eric, and back at me again. “Why do you think I called him?”, she said. “You take care of her, Eric Northman!”. Eric gave her a curtly nod, and she went back into the house.

Once standing in the driveway, I sighed heavily. “Shit. My car is still at Merlotte’s”, I frowned. Eric brushed his thumb against my jaw. “Come here”, he said quietly; and whisked me into his arms. Before I knew what had happened, we’d lifted off. Looking down at the disappearing ground, I let out a terrified squeal. “Eric! We’re flying”, I said, and clamped my arms around his neck. “I know”, he said. “Why are we flying?”. “Because it’s faster than walking”. He sounded amused at my frightened whimpers, but when he looked at my face, his eyes softened. “I’ve got you, Liv. I’m not letting go”. He brushed his lips to my forehead. My eyes widened, as I saw we were heading towards a group of tall trees. “Eyes on the road…! Or in the air… whatever”. Eric chuckled, and I hid my face in his chest, as we narrowly escaped hitting some branches.

I didn’t open my eyes for the rest of the flight.

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I felt firm ground under my feet, as Eric set me down on the ground gently. Opening my eyes, I saw that we were stood in front of my small house. “Thank you”, I whispered. “You’re welcome”, Eric replied. “I still don’t understand why you insisted on coming here. You’ll be much more comfortable at my house”. “You have a house?”, I asked, as I grabbed my hide-a-key from under a stone near the mailbox. My key-ring was still in my car, back at Merlotte’s. “You thought I slept at Fangtasia every day?”. He sounded amused again. “I have a house… A few actually. The one in Shreveport isn’t the largest, but it has room for you”. I unlocked my door, and shook my head smilingly. “What…? You’ll make Pam give me one of her shoe-rooms?”, I joked, and turned to face him in the doorway. “Not that she needs both of them; but that won’t be necessary. There’s a spare bedroom, if you want your own… for when you insist on sleeping”. There was a frisky tone to his voice.

Still trying to wrap my head around the need for a room specifically for shoes, I went into the house. Eric followed me inside, and brushed his hand over my bottom. “Dirt”, he smirked, when I gave him a chiding look. “Pack whatever you need, and come with me”. “I can’t do that”, I said. “But I’ll take care of you. You won’t have to live in this… house”. It was clear to me, that Eric would have rather used a word like shack or even sewer. “You don’t have to work for Sam Merlotte and Bill Compton”. “I’ll just be your live-in fangbanger?”, I said. “Liv, no… I…”, Eric began. “I like working, and making my own money. I like Bon Temps”.

I unfastened the dirty fannypack from my waist, and dropped it on the coffee-table, next to the check and note which were still laying there. “If you like making your own money, why haven’t you cashed this?”, Eric asked, and picked up the check. “It didn’t feel right”, I muttered. “I didn’t really do any of the work you hired me to do. Unless you count the sex and the blood; but that wasn’t part of the original deal. Even if you did say…”. Eric looked down at the check, apparently not wanting to meet my eyes. “That’s not what this was for. And you did do your job”. He reached out the check to me. “Please take it”. I took the piece of paper, and put it in the drawer of the dresser my small tv was stood on.

I picked at some of the dirt under my fingernails, from our burial. “You’re fidgeting”, Eric said quietly. “I do that”, I said. “Does it still bug you?”. “No… It never did”, he replied. He took my hand, and merged his fingers with mine. “I hurt you… But you have to know, I didn’t mean what I said. I didn’t bring you to Dallas to get you in bed… I hoped for it, but I didn’t expect it”. “I know”, I muttered, and looked through my lashes at him. He seemed vulnerable; a strange contrast to his usual suave demeanor. I brushed my lips against his knuckles. “And it’s not like I didn’t want it to happen also. I wanted you… want you”. “You have me… And you said you were mine”. “I did. And I meant it. But I’m still…”. “Your own as well”, he smiled softly. “I understand”. “Do you?”, I smirked. “No…”, he admitted. “But I know that if I want you as you are, with everything you are, I’ll have to accept it…”.

“When Thomas had me, all I wanted was to see you…”, I said. Anger ghosted Erics face. “You will never have to see him again!”, he declared. “What happened to him?”, I asked. He shook his head. “You don’t have to worry about that”. I frowned at him. “What did you do to him?”. Eric gave me a reluctant look. “I can’t spend the rest of my life not knowing, whether he’ll pop up in my life again. I won’t feel safe…”. “He won’t”, he said, and put his free hand on my cheek. “Is he dead?”, I asked in a whisper. Eric shook his head with a sour expression. “Godric wouldn’t let me kill him… But when he hit that gravestone, he broke his back. He won’t be walking again”. I gasped, and shuddered. “He broke his back? Really?”. His sour expression turned a bit more content. “Well, Pam might have broken it in a few more places, before she dropped him off at the hospital… He can’t get you again; and he doesn’t have Stans protection anymore, so he won’t talk”.

I sighed, and leaned forwards; letting Eric embrace me. He buried his large hand in my hair, and held me tightly but gently with his other arm. After a while, he moved his hand from my hair to my chin, to tilt my head backwards; and in a fluid movement melded his lips with mine. “You taste like… graveyard dirt”, I said against his lips. “Come on…”.

Taking his hand, I led Eric into my small bathroom. I began removing my clothes, and dirt and grime scattered over the floor from them. Eric pulled of his leather jacket and top, before unlatching my bra for me. I smiled over my shoulder at him, and pulled it down my arms. While I pulled down my panties, Eric removed his pants and underwear; and followed me in to the small shower cubicle. I turned on the water as warm as I could handle, and began rubbing the dirt from my arms. I felt Erics hands stroking my back as he stood behind me, and smelled my apple scented bodywash, as he lathered it across my skin.

Tilting my head back, to get the dirt out of my hair, Eric leaned over my shoulder, and kissed my exposed throat. “I’m happy you’re still human. I prefer you warm and alive”, he breathed. His hands travelled to cup my breasts, and my nipples perked at his fingers’ ministrations of them. “Then why did you try to turn me?”, I asked. “Because I would rather have the ghost of who you were, than losing you completely”. He spun me around to face him, and hunched down to meet my eyes. “Are you angry that I did?”. I put some bodywash in my hands, and began washing his chest. “No… If I was about to lose you, and there was a way to keep even part of you with me, I would”. I looked down to avoid his gaze. Eric put a hand on my cheek. “I’m not going anywhere”. His voice made me feel warm all over. “You make it sound like you’re mine, like I’m yours”, I whispered. I got no response, and the warmth I’d felt a second ago, was switched out with fear. Fear of rejection; fear that Eric didn’t actually feel about me like I did about him. I hesitantly met his eyes, and saw that he was smiling warmly at me. “Are you?”. It came out almost as a peep. “Yes”. There was no reluctance in Erics response; and before I had a chance to react to it, his lips were on mine.

The cascading water washed over us, as our mouths and tongues explored each other. Eric held on to me, as I rose to my toes, to wrap my arms around his shoulders. My feet were slipping, but I was never worried about falling. I was safe in Erics arms; and it seemed like he felt he was safe in mine. When his hardness stroked against my belly, he let out a soft moan. I looked down, and wrapped my hand around him; gently stroking him up and down. One of Erics hands went down to my bottom, sliding between my cheeks; his long fingers finding my folds. Tightening my grasp on his cock, Erics moans became louder, and turned in to grunts of pleasure. He was stroking his fingers back and forth between my folds, but soon had to focus his attention on remaining standing; and put his hands against the wall instead. With one arm around his shoulders, I held myself standing on my toes, and plunged my tongue into Erics mouth; muffling his sounds as I pleasured him. I wanted to use both my hands on my lover, so got down on my soles again, and took a hold of his testicles. They immediately tightened in my cradling hand. “Liv… I’ll…”, Eric groaned. “I know. But I’m pretty sure you can go more than once”, I said, and dove in to rake my teeth over his nipple. Eric growled, and grabbed the back of my head, hungrily devouring my mouth in a kiss. While I massaged his balls, Eric began thrusting in to my hand. “Come on…”, I breathed and tightened my hold on his cock. “Min…”, he croaked, and thrusted harder. I stared deep into his eyes. “Yours”, I said; and at my words, Eric came with a roar.

I gently washed both our bellies from Erics juices, while he looked on with bemused eyes. His hand stroked against my hip, as I stepped out of the shower after having turned off the water. Snaking an arm around my waist, he bent down to give me a slight kiss; before a wicked expression came across his face. Before I knew it, I was across the hall, on my bed. Standing over me was a 6’4 blonde Viking-prince; who looked like he’d just stepped out of the ocean. I let out a noise, that sounded like something in between a giggle and a moan, as he stood there in all his glory. “You’re kind of magnificent…”, I said. “Yes”, Eric agreed, smug as ever. He knelt down on the bed, and crawled over me; kissing his way up my torso, until he reached my lips. “And you are… glänsande”. “I don’t know what that means, but I’ll… Oh, fuck!”.

Eric had plunged two fingers into me, and was thrusting them upwards; pressing against my g-spot. With a suckle of my lower lip, Eric took his leave from my mouth, and ducked down, to suck my clit into his mouth. Flicking his tongue over my pebble, it only took him minutes to have me unfurl. My legs were shaking, and I was whimpering in extasy. I arched my back, and came.

It took me a few moments to come down to earth; moments which Eric used to kiss his way up my convulsing body, while tracing the curves of my hips, belly and breasts with his fingertips. He was sporting a self-satisfied smile. “What are you so smug about, sheriff Northman?”, I chuckled. “You’ve had 1000 years to perfect that. Making me come is a walk in the park for you; not a battle you’ve won”. “I’ve won many battles. Making you scream out in pleasure is the one I’m most proud of”, he smirked. “I wasn’t screaming…”, I said, and stroked my fingers over his shoulders, and down his back. Eric pushed my legs further apart, and placed himself between them. “I’ll have to return to the battleground, then”, he said, and pushed into me.

We found our rhythm immediately, rolling our hips against each other. When I took a hold of Erics now beautifully tousled hair and pulled at it, he growled; and thrusted harder in to me. I sucked and nibbled at his neck, and when he threw his head back in pleasure, I kissed his adam’s apple; feeling it bob up and down under my lips, as he swallowed to wet his mouth. “Bite me…”, I breathed. “No… You lost too much blood last night”, he said. I frowned in disappointment. “Don’t worry, you’re still going to scream”, he smiled.

Leaning down to suck my nipple into his mouth, Eric then grabbed my thighs, and got up on his knees. As my butt was resting on his thighs, and my back was still on the mattress; my hips where tilted in just the right angle to feel every inch of his hardness moving in and out of me. Eric began moving with ferocious thrusts, hitting my front wall perfectly. He held on firmly to my hips, and looked down at himself disappearing and reappearing from my warmth; clearly enjoying the view, from the look of his face. I grabbed on to Erics wrists to ground myself, and not suddenly fly off the bed, both metaphorically and literally. Sounds of groans; moans; and skin slamming against skin, from Erics hips hitting my backside, filled the room – sounds that were almost hypnotizing to me, and drew me closer to my undoing.

I squeezed my eyes together to keep my composure from Erics delicious assault on me; trying to keep some kind of control of myself. “No, look at me”, Eric demanded. “Let it happen. Just let go, sunshine”. I opened my eyes, and looked up at him; and as he pulled almost all the way out, and slammed back in to me, Eric got exactly what he’d aimed for. I screamed out my orgasm. Eric was laughing warmly, and moved backwards on his knees; pulling out of me as he did. He leaned down, and kissed me passionately. “Another battle won”, he smiled. “Uh huh…”, I croaked; still panting.

I was still laying with my legs spread. My thighs were quivering, and I grabbed on to the sheets below, feeling aftershocks go through my core. Eric looked down at my clenching warmth, and stroked a hand up the inside of my leg. His index finger went in between my folds, making me jolt from overstimulation; and then down over my taint, before stopping at the tight ring of muscle at the bottom of it. “You know, I’d really like to…”, Eric began. I crawled backwards on the bed, and held up a finger to stop him. “Nope... no. I don’t think I’m quite there yet”, I said. “Believe me, it can be quite pleasurable”, he said matter-of-factly; and traced the puffy skin there. “Yeah, I’m sure you love it… But I haven’t tried it before”.

Eric removed his finger, and took my hand to pull me up to sit; giving me an earnest look. “I would never want hurt you. Not in any way that you wouldn’t want me to, at least. You seem to like it when I get a little rough”, he said smilingly, and stroked my cheek. “If you don’t want that, I won’t do it. I want you to trust me”. “I do…”, I said quietly. “And I do want to… yield to you”. I bit my lip, and blushed. Eric searched my eyes for something undefinable. “Turn around. All fours”, he said. A shiver ran down my spine. “Eric…”, I croaked. He raised his brows at me, and smiled calmingly. “I haven’t finished yet. I want to do that inside you”, he said. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. You can ask me to stop at any time. Please trust me”.

I turned around, and got on all fours in front of Eric. He stroked my cheeks, before grabbing himself, to stroke against my folds for a few moments. When he entered me, I let out a pleased sigh. He felt so good from any angle; and I’d always enjoyed a good doggy-fuck. Erics movements were softer than they’d been before, and he was careful not to thrust too hard. One of his hands travelled down in front of me, stroking circles on my clit, while the other massaged my butt. As I was losing myself in sexual bliss, and fire began building inside me again, Eric moved his hand from my cheeks; and he let his thumb travel down between them. He found my ring again, and stroked it as he did my clit. The sensation was heaven. It wasn’t that no one had ever pleasured me by stroking that spot before; but the way Eric was doing it was simply masterful. He began pushing at my hole, never entering me, but still making my muscle work. It spread a tingle across my lower back, to go with the one streaming from my clit. Topping that of, was his hardness excavating me deliciously. It was so wrong that it was right.

“Fuck it… Do it!”, I rasped, earning a soft chuckle from Eric; before he pushed his thumb into my anus. I whimpered in pleasure, and fell down to my chest, unable to hold myself up. Eric fucked me with both his cock and his finger, and stroked my bundle of nerves; and the sensation of fullness inside me, made me begin to clench around him. I had tears in my eyes, and moved my butt back and forth to meet his thrusts. “So warm and tight. You feel so good”, Eric groaned. “Take me with you…”. Heat exploded from my core, and I pulled Eric along with me into extasy. I heard him cry out behind me, and spill himself inside my clenching heat. Gently pulling both his penis and his finger out of me, Eric lowered my hips to the bed. I was a whimpering mess, when he pulled me in to his arms. “You did so good, my sunshine… so good”, he breathed against my lips, as he kissed me.

I laid cradled against his body, our legs tangled and arms holding on to each other. “Eric…?”, I whispered. “Uh hmm…?”, he said, his eyes closed, and a pleased smile on his handsome face. “I’m hungry… I haven’t eaten since before I died”. He turned his head and looked at me. “I was going to let that photographer be your first meal”, he said. “Thanks… I guess”, I chuckled. “But I need human food”. He raised his brows and sighed. “Well, there’s been a cat wailing at your back door for the last 30 minutes. I could throw it in the microwave for you”.

I sat up abruptly. “Shit! It’s Thursday!”. I flew out of bed, and quickly put on a clean tank top, and a pair of pajama-shorts. Eric stared at me in confusion, as I ran out of the room. I grabbed a bowl, and a can of tuna; and went out the back door, to greet Mr. Whiskers. “I’m so sorry, honey! I completely forgot about you…”, I sighed, as the large tabby stroked himself against my legs. I set down the bowl of tuna at the bottom of the steps, and scratched the cat behind its ears.

Eric came outside to join me, once again dressed in his dirty clothes. He looked on as Mr. Whiskers bumped his forehead against my hand. “I don’t like that thing…”, he said, and stared at the cat with cold eyes. “Are you jealous of the cat now?”, I laughed. Eric sneered some Swedish curse word, and Mr. Whiskers hissed at him. “Oh, really? I’ll tell her you said that…”, Eric growled. “Eric, be nice to my honey!”. The vampire took my hand, pulling it away from the cat, and raised me to my feet. He tucked me in to his side. “Mine!”, he growled. “Don’t you have some beers to serve?”. I was completely confused, but decided to let it go.

Eric turned his face to me, and kissed me almost possessively. “I have to go see Godric”, he said. “Come to Fangtasia tomorrow”. “I have to go to work”, I said. Mr. Whiskers meowed. “Shut up!”, Eric snarled at it. “After work… I want to see you”. I tugged at his jacket. “I’ll be there. But I’m not waiting in line”. Eric pulled me in for another kiss. “Mine…”, he breathed. “Mine…”, I smiled.

Eric stepped away from me, and looked down at Mr. Whiskers with distaste again. The cat hissed one more time, and Eric hissed right back at it, before taking flight. I scratched Mr. Whiskers behind the ears a final time, and picked up the empty bowl; before going back inside – my heart full, but stomach less so.

I fell asleep while eating mac’n’cheese, and reading dirty texts from my favorite Viking-prince-vampire.

THE END.

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Get This Right

Song fic.

Characters: Rook Hunt, Reader

Notes: Rook deserves more love so here is my participation in the “time for Rook to get what he deserves” squad. This idea came up while I was listening to the Frozen II soundtrack. Hope you’ll enjoy! Have an amazing day, wherever you are!

Also, @jangmi-latte you said something about wanting to be tagged on Pomefiore related stories so I did! (I hope it doesn’t bother you)

Please also note that English is not my first language, sorry for any grammatical mistakes.

Usually, Rook was not the shy type. He was the fambloyant type. Every person in this school was aware of his shiny presence. He was known for his theatrical enters, his French nicknames, his hunter habits, but also for being such a colourful yet nice person. The only one who could keep up with the strict Vil Schoenheit without any problem. He had more than one admires.

Yet, there was one person who always managed to surprise him and, I dare say, to make him flutter.

You.

He met you on his very first year here, at Night Raven College. You caught his eyes right away, with your beautiful hair, your cute face, your shiny eyes... But most importantly, with your wonderful personality. No matter what your qualities and flaws were, for him, every single part of your being was perfect just the way it was.

At first, as usual, it was a hunting game for him. He would look at you from afar, analyzing your every move and habit, taking mental notes of everything. Your physical abilities, your way to speak, your attitude toward your friends, your reactions when meeting an obstacle...

“Just go and talk to them already,” Vil sighed one day, while Rook was looking through the window with a longing look in your direction. That silly smile and blushing face... The beautiful yet poisonous student was getting tired of it, since Rook was not paying attention to their current experiment.

Yes. He is right. He should. And he wanted to. But when he finally decided to make the move, you beat him to it.

“Why are you stalking me?” You asked, as soon as you spotted him. And that was it. It was as if Cupid shoot him an arrow right into the heart. Since he was not reacting, you waved your hand before his eyes.

“Are you free for lunch?” were the first words he ever said to you. And without really knowing why, you accepted his offer.

This was how you became friends. Rook quickly grew closer and closer to you, until finally asking you out half way through your first year. This day, you made him the happiest man in the world. Until now.

Third year. It will soon be the end of your shared third year among Night Raven College. And it was also your third year of relationship. Rook was starting to have troubling thoughts. When this year will come an end, then what will happen? Will you stay here and try the fourth year? Will you go back to your homeland? The hunter was scared. He could not be separated from you. He refused to. And suddenly, a bright idea. The right thing to do. He knew it was what he wanted. But will you?

“You want to ask for their hand?” Vil asked, absolutely stunned by his friend’s announcement. “Mon cher roi de poison (1), you heard me right,” Rook exclaimed, “I can’t stand the thought of losing them, I want to be together with my sweet love for my whole life!”

This exclamation was so Rook. The hunter came to his trusted friend, and hopefully one day wing man, for advice. He wanted to get this right. It was such a rare vision, the flamboyant Rook being unsure about how to act. But his eyes were burning with determination and dedicated love. Vil sighed. He could not go against his Vice Dorm Leader.

“I will help you with the ring,” he finally said, “I can’t let you ridiculed yourself by choosing something unfitting.” A large smile appeared on Rook’s features. The Pomefiore Dorm Leader was really the best friend he could ever ask for.

Weeks passed. Weeks during which Rook rehearsed his love speech, the on-one-knee position, the ring showing moment... With the participation of a tired Vil.

And finally, he felt ready. Today was the day where Rook will propose to you.

“Mon rayon de soleil! (2)” Rook exclaimed, running to you. You stopped in your track to wait for him to catch up with you. “Hello, Rook,” you smiled before giving him a kiss on the cheek once he was next to you, “I haven’t seen you the whole day. Where were you?”

“I was quite busy, unfortunately, but just seeing you now was enough to brighten my day,” he smiled sweetly. Always so smooth. "Then, if you're less busy, let's walk together," you offered. And he gladly accepted. Now, it was the perfect opportunity for him to strike.

He made sure the walking led you away from people's eyes. He wanted to make his move away from people, just the two of you for this magical moment.

"Mon ange (3)," he called, suddenly stopping. You stopped soon after to look at him with curiosity in your eyes. You were caught off guard by the look on his face. Your lover, Rook Hunt, actually seemed unsure. Troubled. Nervous.

"Rook, are you alright?" You asked, your voice full of worries. Oh no, here, he worried you. The hunter looked down, not looking at you anymore. It only made things worse.

"Oh, Rook, I'm sorry," you hurriedly say, "you're tired and I made you come with me, I should have let you go home and rest."

"It's not you!" His outburst surprised even him. He calmed down, noticing your own troubled look. "It's me... I..." He hesitated, his cheeks turning a cute shade of pink. You really were the only person able to make the flamboyant Rook bashful.

"Mon amour (4)... You always manage to swip me off my feet, and I hope I make you feel as happy as you make me happy," he started, "there was times where I wondered if you didn't deserve someone better than me."

"What? Rook, why would you think-" "Non, non, let me finish, please," he cut you off. If he did not get it out at once, he feared he might lose his words again. He could not believe he rehearsed his proposal for hours with Vil only to stutter in front of you. This was unlike him.

"I want to get this right, to be the right one for you," he admitted. "You are the most extraordinary person I've ever met, and I am so grateful I was offered the blessing to share my everyday life with you for three years now."

You listened to Rook with absolute attention. The more he was talking, the faster your heart was beating. You could feel your cheeks grow hotter too. His words were making their way to your heart, squeezing it lovingly. You could squealed out of happiness, but you kept control over yourself, not daring to interrupt him again.

"And I would love it if you would make me the honor of... Of..." Rook patted his pocket, only to feel nothing there. "Wait..." He checked every of his pockets. Nothing. "I forgot the ring..."

"What is it?" You asked, not understanding his mumbles. Rook looked panicked now. "Rook?" You reached out to him, only for him to run away from your touch. Literally. Rook suddenly ran away.

"Rook, wait! Come back!"

The hunter ran away from his one and only. He did not dare to look back. "Good job, Rook," he thought to himself while running, "you just ruined the moment."

He could not believe it. How could he forget the ring?! He did not get this right, in the end. How would he come back to you after running from you like this? And how would he face Vil after ruining both of their efforts? Going back to Pomefiore now might not be the best idea. But the ring had to be there, in his bedroom.

Rook took some time for himself, to calm his nerves and his panic, before heading back to the Pomefiore Dormatory. His plan was to take the forgotten ring before going to search for you. He was still in time to save the situation. Right?

But everything stopped when he opened the door, only to see you in the Dorm Hall, talking with Vil. Maybe it was still time to run away again.

"There you are," your voice called out. He understood he could not run from this. You made your way to him with a determined walk. He was already planning an apology. You stopped just a foot away from him. The hunter was about to open his mouth to apologize, but once again, you beat him to it.

"Mister Rook Hunt, will you marry me?"

He was stunned. You were looking right into his eyes. You had the confidence he lost. And at this very moment, you were more beautiful than you have ever been. A large goofy smile made its way on his lips. It was as if he was falling for you all over again. What did he do to deserve such a magnificent being?

"It would be my honor!" Rook took you in his arms, turning around with you cradled against him. He stopped, setting you back down. His forehead against yours, his adoring eyes were looking right into yours.

"I'm going to be the man you deserve," he smiled. "You already are, silly," you replied.

"I will make your life the most beautiful one in the world," he added. "You're doing pretty good so far," you chanted.

You wrapped your arms back around his neck to bring him down to your level. He gladly accepted the physical invitation and planted a sweet kiss on your lips. When you parted away, Rook longingly stared into your eyes and caressed your now red cheek. "We got it right."

"No, you did not." Vil finally manifested himself, showing the ring box he was holding in his hand. Oh, yes, the forgotten ring.

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(1) Mon cher roi de poison: my dear poison king

(2) Mon rayon du soleil: my ray of sunshine

(3) Mon ange: my angel

(4) Mon amour: my love

#disney's twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #self insert #Rook Hunt #Twst Rook #Twst x reader #x reader #Rook x reader #One shot #twisted wonderland scenario #twst scenario #Twst one shot #Twisted wonderland one shot #Pomefiore #With Vil's help

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sailorgreywolf-legacy · 4 years

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Francis and Ale “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.”

The sun was setting on the day as France looked out from one of the many comfortable spots on the veranda. He as sitting on a daybed tucked against one of the walls. It was a soft spot, and he found himself very impressed with Mexico’s taste in comfortable furniture.

It would have been difficult to find a space to rest in this palace that was not comfortable. The palace was full of places to sit. He assumed it was because of Mexico’s propensity to sleep in the middle of the day.

Either way, it was a comfort after such a long journey from Paris. It was exhausting to go back and forth from Europe.

He wouldn’t usually make such a long trip as often as he did, but he enjoyed seeing Mexico. More and more lately, he missed Mexico in the time between his visits.

Every time Porfirio extended the invitation to him, he took it. It was his choice to see Mexico as often as possible, even if it made him tired.

He had a bottle of wine, a fine vintage, and he poured himself a glass. Mexico also kept a good wine cellar, though it had seemed like it was more empty than usual. He wasn’t going to question it, but it had also not escaped his notice.

He looked out over the city as the sun set. This was a beautiful vista, nearly as beautiful as the man who represented it.

As the thought crossed his mind, Mexico appeared in his peripheral vision. He was still handsome, but he looked like something was draining the life from him.

During the Second Empire he had been so full of life and vitality. It was such a stark change. There were dark circles under his eyes, and a few healing marks on his neck.

France could see the outlines of the dark, possessive bruises, even if they had faded in the middle. They looked to him like marks from a mauling. He knew who was responsible, and that Mexico usually dodged talking about the perpetrator when they were together.

Mexico said, “I assume you would like my company.”

France nodded, and opened his arms invitingly. Mexico was the only reason he was here, and he wanted to be able to hold him.

Certainly he was not visiting for Porfirio, or the ridiculous goal of teaching Mexico culture. The young man didn’t need that at all. He could be very cultured when he chose to be, and France did not need to help him.

What Mexico did need was someone to listen to him, and France knew he could provide that.

Mexico flashed him a flirtatious smile and immediately sat between his legs and leaned back against him. He was sitting with his back flush against France’s chest.

He ran one hand playfully up France’s thigh and said, “What a comfortable little spot you’ve chosen. It’s very intimate.”

He rolled the word off of his tongue seductively, and France had to admit he was tempted by their closeness, and the touch on his leg. He had always found Mexico alluring, and that hadn’t changed.

But at the moment, he didn’t quite want that yet. He wanted to hold the exhausted looking young man and watch the sunset with him.

He responded, “I like the view from here.”

He looked out at the city, and then at Mexico. The young man’s shirt was open except for the bottom two, and France could see a couple of dark patches across his skin.

He hoped they were just shadows from the shirt and the dying light.

Mexico gave him a smirk and said, “You aren’t a bad view either.”

Then he eagerly pressed his lips against France’s. His touch was needy, like he felt it was clear what he wanted and there was no use in pretense. France kissed him back, letting their lips mold together. He put his free hand on Mexico’s cheek and cradled the young man’s face tenderly.

He hoped that Mexico could feel that his touch was more than lust and more than need.

When they parted, Mexico licked his lips and said, “You’re already had wine.”

France continued to hold him as he said, “I did. I opened a bottle. I should have gotten you a glass as well. I will do that if you will get off of me.”

He felt Mexico lean back into him, putting more of his weight on him. He said, with a coy look, “No, stay here. I don’t want you to go anywhere. It’s not a problem.”

With that, he picked up the bottle of wine in one smooth motion. He put the bottle to his lips and took a long drink.

France was slightly shocked at how easily he seemed to down it. He said, “Hold on a moment. Actually taste it.”

Mexico put down the bottle and turned to him, and cuddled closer. He said, “It all tastes the same if you drink enough.”

He then tried his best to smirk charmingly and added, “But we won’t be able to enjoy our night if I have too much, so I will stop.”

He put his hand back on France’s thigh, being utterly unsubtle in his desires. France looked down at his hand, and noticed the dark marks around his wrists.

Those were not so easy to dismiss as anything else. He could see each of the fingers clearly. France felt his heart sink at such a clear mark.

He said, “There is less wine than there was last time I was here. Have you been drinking more?”

Mexico shrugged like it was an uninteresting topic. He answered only once France turned his gaze onto him somewhat sternly.

He said, “I have had a few more glasses every night. It dulls the world.”

France moved his hand to Mexico’s hair and stroked it lovingly. He knew that Mexico was trying to sound nonchalant, but his words betrayed pain. If he was drinking that much, he must be hurt.

Mexico was brilliant and witty and clever, and it was tragic to him that anyone would blunt that with too much wine.

France asked softly, “Is it because of him?”

Mexico shrugged again, somewhat lest convincingly this time. He seemed to want to avoid the subject, like he always did. France usually wouldn’t pressure him, but he needed an answer to all of the bruises.

Mexico answered, his voice tense, “You know it is.”

They had never discussed it, but France was well aware of America’s controlling influence. He knew that it was part of the reason Mexico had chosen their affair, because he craved something that was his own choice.

But, he had never noticed so many bruises before, and he felt like he needed some answer about them. He ran one finger lightly over the bruises on Mexico’s wrist and asked, “And are these because of him too?”

Mexico recoiled, pulling his hand back into his own lap.

He sighed, and France got the distinct sense that he was ruining the moment. But, he wanted Mexico to know that he cared about him beyond their time in the bedroom.

Mexico responded tersely, “Do we have to talk about this? You just got here, and I want to be with you.”

France knew he was pushing Mexico to an uncomfortable subject, but he felt like it would be callous to ignore it. He said, “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.”

Mexico moved uncomfortably against him. The question was making him squirm. But, he answered anyway, “Alfred is too strong and he grabs me too hard when we’re together. I bruise easily.”

France felt like he was being lied too, because he could not imagine that anyone would be so careless. He was also certain that Mexico did not bruise easily, or take so long to heal. He felt certain that America was doing it on purpose, because no one would stop him.

He prodded, trying to get the truth out of Mexico, “Is that really all it is?”

Mexico sighed again and said, “He isn’t doing it intentionally. Alfred just doesn't care if he hurts me.”

France wished he could do anything to alleviate the sound of pain in Mexico’s voice. He wasn’t sure what to say back. Instead, he stroked Mexico’s hair in a way that might convey some love.

Mexico turned himself completely around so that he was face to face with France. He said, “Can we not talk about him? He's all I hear about from anyone all day. It’s always about what Alfred wants and how to keep Alfred happy. For once, can we pretend that there is no Alfred. There’s just you and me, and this.”

He took France’s face between his hands and pressed their lips together hard. His own parted like they were willing France to kiss him more deeply.

France could never resist temptation when Mexico offered it. He slipped his tongue between Mexico’s lips. It was such a familiar feeling between them.

He heard Mexico let out a breath like a satisfied sigh at returning to something he understood. France’s hands found Mexico's hips and pulled him into his lap.

Mexico broke the kiss and said, slightly breathless, “Isn’t this better? You don't have to fret over me like you love me.”

The words were a shock. France said, trying to correct the flippant comment, “But I do love you.”

Mexico met his eyes and shook his head. He said, “Don’t tell me lover’s lies, Francis. You don't need them. I’m already yours.”

There was something profoundly empty behind his eyes when he said it. Like he didn't believe it possible that France could be sincere in his conviction. But he was painfully sincere. So sincere that the dark marks on Mexico’s skin hurt his heart.

He could only contemplate the emptiness behind the charm for a moment, because Mexico kissed him again.

He could feel desperation in the touch, like a man begging for the simplicity of something carnal. France was weak for Mexico and he knew it.

It was easy to lose himself in the tactile feeling of their embrace. He loved the way Mexico felt, and the smell of cactus flowers that clung to his hair. He loved the taste of Mexico’s silver tongue against his own.

The friction of the young man’s hips on his own was making his mind hazy. It would be easier, even blissful, to let the conversation end there. He knew how it would feel to let it go and let Mexico do as he wanted.

But, his heart said that he had to make one more effort.

He pulled back from the kiss, which earned him an unhappy whine from Mexico. He said, meeting Mexico’s eyes, “Alejandro, mon cher, I want to help you.”

He could hear how desperate his own voice sounded. He could not find the right words to say that he worried about him all the time when he didn’t hear from him. He wanted to say that it wasn’t about the sex. He wouldn’t spend the time to visit so often if he was only driven by his libido.

But, Mexico looked at him with a kind of empty amusement. He replied, “This does help me. This helps me forget.”

Even through the fog of his own desires, France felt a twinge of pity. If this intimacy was what helped, then he was willing to indulge it. It would satisfy his own lust.

He felt like nothing could be gained from the conversation, since Mexico was pushing him away. Even if he tried, this was not the moment.

Mexico shifted against his lap, effectively derailing France’s train of though in favor of more immediate pleasure.

Mexico said, in a voice that was husky and irresistible, “Please, Francis. Let me forget.”

His lusty, inviting look was too difficult to turn down. France took Mexico’s face in his hands and pulled him into another deep kiss. Even as he gave into the baser desire, the thoughts echoed in his head.

I love you. Please know that I love you.

#aph mexico #aph france #framex

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theangriestpea · 4 years

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Mercy Killing - 16

Summary: After a vicious run-in with a group of Ghoulies, Lavender Rhodes is forced down a bumpy road to recovery. In order to protect her from another attack, the Serpent king assigns Fangs and Sweet Pea to stay by her side. Too bad Lav and Sweet Pea can't stand each other. <ao3>

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Lavender

Rating: Teen+

Word Count: 2.7k+

Warnings: Mild violence

A/N: THIS IS THE END. It's finally here! The one good thing to come out of quarantine is I finally had time to devote to this. This is not very long but there's a totally good reason for that and you'll see at the very end of the chapter.

Chapter Sixteen: Aftermath

Lavender sat in FP’s office, twiddling with the hem of her skirt. She was currently being lectured on breaking the fifth Serpent law by breaking Kitty’s nose the night before at the Whyte Wyrm. She hardly saw how the little dispute was considered betrayal, and she wondered why FP was giving her such a hard time about it.

“Look kid, I know you’ve been through a lot the past two months. I get it. But you don’t welcome a new recruit by breaking a beer bottle across the back of her skull! That is the polar opposite of what you should have been doing!” FP said, his voice raising loud enough for anyone outside the room to hear. Currently that included the dynamic trio of Sweet Pea, Fangs, and Toni.

“She was sitting in my boyfriend’s lap. Was I supposed to just cheer on her while she proceeded to try and fuck him?” She asked, growing ever more irritated with her leader. He could at least try to understand.

FP stared her down, his gaze hard, “No one knew you two were even dating. Of course she sat in his lap, Shanna, you two were keeping it a secret. Next time maybe don’t be ashamed of your Serpent boyfriend.”

Lavender’s gaze steeled with an angry fire. “I’m not ashamed of him, FP. What I’m ashamed of is how everyone at Riverdale high things I’m a whore. Do you have any idea what they say about me behind my back? Hell, they’ll even say it to my face. I had just ended the relationship with James. If they knew I had bounced right over to Sweet Pea, then the torment would have been relentless. I get it, I shouldn’t have attacked her. And I’m sorry that I did, but if you want to take my jacket over this one little thing, then fine. You never deserved my loyalty in the first place.”

She stood, taking her jacket off and throwing it at him in one motion. “Don’t think for an instant that I don’t know that all this really comes back to you. You ordered my father to burn down the Ghoulies’ drug lab. You ordered him to destroy their stash. They came after me because he was doing his goddamn job, and all of that is on you.”

Not a moment later she turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind her and stomping down the stairs. Her two friends and boyfriend were staring at her, shocked looks across all of their faces. None of them had known anything about what she had just said to him. They knew she was targeted because of something her father had done, but that was the extent of it. They didn’t know the details.

Sweet Pea was the first to move, quickly catching up to her so that she wouldn't be outside alone. James was taken care of for the time being, but what about the three others? Jughead had declared war right in the rapist asshole’s face. He grabbed her wrist to stop her from going any further as it looked like she was not about to stop anytime soon.

“Shanna, stop, you know you can’t be out here alone.” He said, his voice loud but somehow gentle at the same time.

She stopped walking, too embarrassed to even look at him as hot angry tears fell down from her eyes. “I’m sorry, Sweet Pea. I guess I’m not a serpent anymore. I understand if you don’t want to be with me.”

He audibly sighed with annoyance as he pulled her into his chest so he could hold her in a close hug. “Listen, you’re still my girlfriend. Even if you are a brat that was hiding things from me.” His hand ran along her spine in an attempt to calm her down and to hopefully help her to stop crying. He still couldn’t handle her tears. “We’re not going to let FP kick you out over some dumbass cat fight, okay?”

Lavender sniffled, her tears stopping as she rested her head against his firm chest. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…” She mumbled, thinking he was mad at her when really he wasn’t.

Sweet Pea picked her up suddenly, making her grab onto him in fright. He carried her over to Fang’s truck, setting her down the hood. “I don’t care that you didn’t tell me about your dad. What I care about is that those losers at school are still harassing you and you didn’t tell me.”

She attempted to wipe away the makeup that had smeared down her face thanks to her crying. It wasn’t much use. Luckily she had used waterproof mascara so she didn’t have thick black streaks all down her cheeks. “There’s nothing you can do about it, Pea. It is what it is. They’ll all forget about it eventually…”

He was standing between her legs, hands on her upper thighs. Her eyes flickered down to watch his thumbs rubbing the material of her skirt. “I want to help you.” His voice was soft now and it still seemed so foreign to her when he talked to her in this way.

“There’s not much to do about it now. Everyone is going to know we’re dating and the bulldogs will start with their shit again. Just, try not to get kicked out of school by kicking all of their asses.” She pulled him down for a light kiss in an attempt to prove to him that she would be okay.

“I won’t get kicked out if it’s not during school.” Sweet Pea muttered darkly, making her roll her eyes at him.

“Then you’ll get arrested. Which is worse.” She reprimanded him flatly. “Then who will be around to protect me from the rest of the Ghoulies?”

Sweet Pea grumbled something indiscernible under his breath as Fangs and Toni walked out to join them. Fangs had a familiar leather jacket in his hand. He threw it between the two lovers and it landed on Lavender’s lap, on top of Sweet Pea’s hands.

She noticed how much he was grinning, “You’re not kicked out. You’re just on probation.” He seemed much more happy about this than she did. Lav didn’t just want her jacket back, she also wanted an apology. However, she was almost certain that she’d never get one.

“We should throw a party tonight.” Lavender said, “I have an idea.”

The taller serpent looked skeptical, “an idea for what?”

“To draw the Ghoulies that hurt me out.” She said, and although fear rose high into her throat from the pit of her stomach, she acted completely calm.

Fangs shifted his weight uneasily, “what’s the plan?”

“We’re going to throw a party.” Lavender said, grinning brightly at the three of them.

Much later that night, the young Serpents (minus new recruit and recently injured Kitty Rollins) set up a booming house party in a vacant house on the Northside. The house had once been Lavender’s residence, before her mother sold it and left. The new buyers recently upped and left, as strange things kept happening around the home. Strange things that could all be accounted for scientifically if you knew where to look.

Lavender didn’t much like the fact that her mother sold the house and kicked her to the curb all at once. So she had done everything in her power to make the home unlivable for anyone that decided to move in by unleashing a multitude of clever pranks on the poor homeowners. It should go without saying that she was very pleased to see that they had upped and moved suddenly.

There were two kegs, an assorted liquor bar which Toni was manning for the night, Cheryl as her pretty barmaid,

“What would you like to drink, ma cherie?” Cheryl asked, a smile on her bright red lips.

Lav was paying her minimal attention, “something virgin that looks alcoholic.” She instructed. “I’m playing pretend tonight.”

Cheryl didn’t even bother feeling confused as she took the order to Toni who was already clued into the plan. Lavender was going to pretend to be drunk and act as if she was out alone. In reality Sweet Pea, Fangs, and Jughead would be lying in wait not far from her. And if that failed, she had her father’s switchblade tucked on the inside of her bra.

A few minutes later, Cheryl came back with her drink. It looked like some kind of fruity cocktail, but was really just a blend of fruit juice without the alcohol. “This round is on the house.” She said playfully, sliding the drink over.

“Cher, I am the house.” Lavender said with an amused smile. Cheryl merely winked at her before going to help Toni.

Sweet Pea swooped in a second later, anger already setting onto his features. He had been against this one hundred percent. He didn’t think she should be risking using herself as bait. It was reckless and he felt sick just knowing that she was going to be in danger, even if he would be right there with her to stop it.

“Angry Pea,” Lav said teasingly, “did you do as I asked?”

He motioned for Toni to bring him a beer, needing something to take the edge off. It was that or a cigarette and he’d already chain smoked half a pack less than an hour ago. Not long after a solo cup full of beer from the tapped keg was set in front of him and Sweet Pea chugged it down. Once he was finished he finally answered, “yes. It’s done. The Ghoulies know all about the party. They’ll show up sooner or later. Talon has eyes on the street so he can alert us when they get here.”

Lavender took his face into her hands and forced him down for a kiss. When she pulled away, there was a sour look on her face. “You taste like an ashtray.”

Sweet Pea was not amused. “That’s what you get for making me go through this stupid plan.” He bit back harshly. For a second he thought he saw a hurt look cross her face, but if it had been there then it was gone within a moment.

“It’s not stupid. I only know one other name, Pea. James made it clear that it would be the same ones as before. I’m still a prime target. I’ve got my knife if something happens and I’m not drinking tonight. You saw me take out Kitty the other night. You know I’m not some weak little girl when I’m not caught off-guard.” Her voice was stern now, as she was no longer in the mood for his pettiness. “God, you’re such an Aries.”

“What is that supposed to mean?!” He asked, voice raising at what he perceived was an insult. The purple haired girl merely shook her head at him.

“Forget it, stop making this into a fight. Think of it this way...You’ll get the wreck the other boys that attacked me just like you did James. Did you bring your bat?” She asked, her voice softening in an attempt to douse the flames growing inside of him.

He sighed and motioned towards the back corner of the kitchen. Old reliable was resting there, blood stained and beaten to hell. Lav smiled up at him brightly after she caught sight of it. “There, now stop worrying. You won’t let anything happen to me.”

All Sweet Pea could do was groan before getting a second cup of beer.

Hours later, Jughead got the call from Talon that there was a car with three Ghoulies inside hanging out front of the house. Jughead rounded up the other two boys plus Lav and reminded them of the plan. They would leave around back, hiding in the shadows while Lavender stumbled out front pretending to be drunk. Once everyone was clear of what their roles were, they set off to finish this once and for all.

Lavender was appearing completely calm about this, she knew she had to in order for Sweet Pea to not call the whole thing off. Truly inside she was an anxious mess. There was rage, sure. Did she want revenge? Naturally. But there was still that very much broken part of her that didn’t know if she could really face them again. There was no turning back now. She had to do this. Not just for herself but for Sweet Pea too. If they were ever going to work then they had to stop having to look over their shoulders everywhere they went.

She stumbled outside, tripping down the stone stairs to look as authentic as possible. Her hips moved side to side, swaying as she walked in a strange zigzag pattern. The three guardians hiding all thought that it might be just a little too convincing. However, Sweet Pea had watched over her like a hawk. She hadn’t had a drop of alcohol that night.

By the time she was in front of the next house, three boys exited the dented Chevy sedan that had been lying in weight. They descended upon her at a fast pace, cat calling and whistling. Taunts were thrown that she’d heard all before. The familiarity of it made her freeze, flashbacks whirring through her mind at light speed.

Sweet Pea cursed under his breath. He knew the look on her face all too well. “We need to go, now .” Trusting his judgement, Jughead gave the signal for them to reveal themselves.

Lavender found that she couldn’t move besides the shaking of her hands. It had been dark that night and she had been so intoxicated, but their voices were all so damn familiar. Every last one. There was no doubt in her mind that these three were the same ghouls from two months ago.

Her boyfriend came in swinging, his bat slamming into the back of the tallest Ghoulie’s head with a grotesque thud. Fangs was in a boxing pose, taking jab after jab with knuckles wrapped in brass.

Jughead managed to force her to move backwards and turn away before taking out his switchblade. They enjoyed cutting up defenseless women? Well then he was going to show them exactly what that felt like.

The fight felt like it lasted for hours when really it was over in minutes. Flashing blue and red lights were coming fast over the hill down the street. Sweet Pea scooped Lavender into his arms, throwing her over his shoulder so they could run to safety. Inside, lookouts were telling everyone to scram before the pigs got there.

Lavender lifted her head, and even though Sweet Pea was carrying them down the street in leaps and bounds, she could clearly see the three broken (but breathing) bodies of her assailants. And deep down she knew that justice had been served.

The next few weeks seemed to blur by. Lavender and Sweet Pea settled into a routine. While they seemed attached at the hip most days, there were times when they had to be separate to do jobs for the Serpents. During these times, Lavender usually sought the company of their mutual friends. Though on occasion she did choose to be alone, usually on days which she went to trauma therapy to try and deal with what she had been through, today was not one of those days.

Today she and Jughead were hanging out in the Jones trailer, reminiscing their childhood together as they had been very close friends. Jughead kept looking at his phone, and Lavender was growing more and more curious as to what he was looking at.

Him and Betty had broken up once more. She didn’t know why but figured it was over something petty and that they’d eventually get back together, as always. After a moment’s hesitation, she decided to ask. “Is it Betty? Is that who keeps texting you?”

His bright blue eyes shot up to meet hers, looking completely caught off-guard. “No. It’s not Betty...Did you ever know Lily Owens?”

She searched her memory for the name however it came up empty, “no. Why?”

“She’s coming back to Riverdale and…” He paused, obviously not knowing what he should say. “Things are about to get very complicated around here. Just do me a favor because I think something is about to happen that is going to be devastating for you.”

Her heart shuddered at the thought. Could she even handle anything else ‘devastating’ in her life. “What’s the favor?” She asked, her voice quiet.

Jughead kept his gaze connected with hers. “Forgive him. Just please, forgive him.”

A/N: Mercy Killing will be getting a sequel, debuting in the next couple weeks after I've finished all the requests I have in my inbox currently. So while this is the last chapter for MK, there will be more in the series! If you waited a full year for me to update like some of you have, then hopefully this will bring you joy after the ending that I just left you with.

To prepare yourself for the sequel, you might want to read Young Gods by @the-gargoyle-queen as it will actually be a sequel to that as well! I know Chels is technically writing a sequel (Lose Sight) but we collectively decided on this as an AU in which Sweet Pea and Lily did not end up together.

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vcsecretgifts · 4 years

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Wipe his blood from your mouth with mine

(Otp shenanigans based on what could have happened between Armand and Daniel post hunting together in the warm rain - in last chapter of Prince Lestat - {Hope that’s okay not a blood communion fan and Daniels not in it…} Lestat and Louis are nosey, helpful spectators/advisors In that order. A little nsfw, soppy and an essay of angst. Hope you like It! Merry Christmas 🤗)

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From: @auburnandamberangel

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A few nights had passed since their reunion, they’d hunted together in the warm rain - eyes had acknowledged them slipping out together but no interference, this felt more solid then previous meetings. A certain Roman not such a prominent Father hen presence. Familiarity was steadfast, much left unsaid between but in the spirit of having survived this latest blip in immortality pushed down to be revived at a later time. Negotiating simply being in each others company was rollercoaster enough. Small glances, heated snatched stares. Measuring the changes in eachother, coveting the lack of them.

The huge cinema room, a ridiculous term as he’d paid good dollars to watch a flick in smaller venues, the latest safe space to catch up. A do not disturb sign hooked on the double doors, a lock across them. Not that this meant much to telekinetic mentalists amongst them. But a polite notice to leave them in privacy. Daniel was eyeing Armands form, at least what he could see beneath the knitted Sweaters neckline. No tanning or change in tone to porcelain perfect flesh. The theory of their healing abilities known, but never tried into practice by himself just yet. Not that he hadn’t had the impulse - Marius ha immolation was beneath him, always made sure his charge was safe and sound come sunrise.

Armand noted changes too, still flushed as marked his age in the blood. But more strength coiled than should have accumulated in the decades since their parting. His blood then, nursing his fledgling. Practicality was one thing, necessity another, but his passionate possessive side said hang being reasonable - the implications of the to and fro between his beloved and his maker. Aside from Louis’ attack post interview only his fangs had tasted Daniels blood, only his fangs had parted flesh in his necks favourite crook. Louis had understood his hesitancy to bring the subject up, close companions coming together in a time of mutual vulnerability. Many happy years spent in New York. Trinity Gate their slice of peace. "It's not as if I’ve ever asked Lestat to compare me to David. Though it doesn’t mean I’ve never thought it. Never ask a question you mightnt like the answer to.“ His response had been succinct. "But Cher they were definitely lovers. This situation is less clear cut.“ Louis had smiled then, shrugged meaning everything and nothing. "Things concerning Marius rarely are, are they."Preaching to this choir had been his reply.

Daniel was recalling his own pep talk with Lestat, not so much a pep talk as the brat Prince not so subtly inquiring as to his intentions towards his blood brother. More being spoken at. "I feel responsible for his last brush with oblivion. I’d rather not stand idle at this potential catalyst to my blood brothers well being.”

Feeling peeved and rather touched all at once, he’d nodded. “Lestat you’re many things but thinking of you as my uncle and I your nephew is too, too much to want to comprehend!" Thankfully the mercurial anointed leader took his words in good humour. Always had quite liked him fortunately, could once upon a time have run away on adventures together. Though whose heart that particular fancy was meant to wound more Louis or Armand - Daniel had never quite fathomed. Hands up in a sign of peace he’d added. "Rest assured I’ve always broken my own heart over him, I’d rather that than breaking his ever again. I was off my noodle for way too long. I have alot to catch up on.”

A strange look had passed over Lioncourts face. “I said something similar to him you know. …‘You break my heart you little fool, you always have…’ I think i prefer your sentiment.” Shudder as if someone had walked over his grave. Memnoch related Daniel had assumed.

“Can I ask a favour. Could you make sure Marius doesn’t try to help us in what no doubt will be a charged, embarrassing and classically devil and minion problematic fest." Brow quirked at this request Lestat had smirked, a twinkle in those famed blue eyes. "Run interference as they say. It’ll be a pleasure." Making to turn heel and leave. Pausing. "You know I can’t decide if you smell different or not… Never mind." With that winking and walking away before Daniel could comment what he’d meant.

Back in the room, Daniel edged nearer, leaning across the plush seat between them to better see Armands face. Rewarded with a wistful tug of lips.

"Of all the vampires in Trinity I have your full attention still. Im flattered.” Eyes warmed in a way they hadn’t been in quite sometime. Flitting to Daniel equally captivated violet ones.

“Always will have it too.” Moving almost to sit on the arm of aforementioned middle seat.

“Its…complicated. Or whatever the get out clause for a relationship not happening is these days…online.” He’d tried to keep up to date with modern jargon. Not as much fun as learning with his minion in the eighties, but he couldn’t wouldn’t allow himself to atrophy again.

“There it is breathtaking in every way yet simultaneously so stupid!” Daniel hitting the seats cushion in a burst of frustration. The seat rocked. Oops.

Armand laughed despite himself. “There’s that sassy mouth I’m fond of coming out to play.” Glancing down at the seat, it had been bent. Ah.

“Give my mouth something else to do. Kiss me. I promise I’m same as I ever was.” Just a plain simple kiss, though usually desire took over and wham they were engaging in full on blood sharing in a blink.

“Let’s not rush into things…” Playing with a stray curl, rapidly teasing it out. At this rate he’d have straightened his locks from the sheer tension of it all.

“I’m not waiting six years again for a snog. The chase ended. We’re way passed third base now don’t you think?!” Edge of something darker in his tone. Lestats words echoing in his mind now.

“We hunted together.. Be- Daniel.” Slip of the tongue he’d nearly uttered beloved. “That was alot.” No lies there. He hunted alone as a rule, Daniel was the only immortal he’d shared with.

“I know we shared the kill. Shared the blood. It was great, lovely. But Im not going to lie I wanted to be responsible for your heart racing…” Wow his throat was dry. Blurting all this oit, no holding back or hiding behind word play. “Is it because I smell different.”

“Smell? What do you mean?” Nose prickling as he’d wondered hadn’t he, a moment before about infusions from a twice millennial source. Did he hesitate because on a base level Daniels blood smelt different because it was…

“Lestat said something about me smelling different. Is it because I smell more like him. Like Marius?”

Deep breath. Right to the jugular of the situation. Flush of pride who the hell else spoke to him like this, no one.

“We were parted whatever happened between you is none of my business. It would only be natural for you to seek comfort in his arms… He’s very persuasive.” The words were coming out, but he knew his heart wasn’t so forgiving or clear cut.

“Well fuck! Your going to quote we were on a break. Really! This isn’t Friends. I doubt either of us matches Ross or Rachel.” Daniel realising bow improbable it was for Armand to be up to date with 90s pop culture. “It wasn’t like that. It was feeding not flirting. I wasn’t exactly following a balanced diet. I don’t want him, it’s you it always has been!” Last hit to the seat and it screeched it’s last. “Shit! I’m sorry.” Staring at his hands like he’d just seen them.

Armands eyes widened. There was that strength again. Not more thsn his own but a progression. Lestats mind voice in his head. *Do I need to come in and break you guys up? Or is this good rough?* That famous timing…*No. He’s broken my furniture, no harm to me. And it’s always good rough between us for the record.* Satisfaction at the too much information wince on Lestats part. *Don’t make me tell on you to Louis, you know he hates you being a voyeur.* Quirk of a brow inside and out. *Its been a while we’re out of practice.* Pleasing ringing of laughter as the brat Prince took the hint. Opening his eyes from a protracted blink to Daniels face and form kneeling right infront of him. Unforgivable this oversight, to allow himself to be this surprised. Hadn’t even seen him move. No threat from this vampire though, no need for high alert physically, only emotionally. Always his heart that needed protection. Minute frown appearing. The urge to reach out and run fingers through Daniels hair almost over powering. Hands death gripping the plush arm rests, clawing into the material and stuffing as well as the metal frame below.

“Don’t you want me anymore. Is that it - Really?” Once he’d thought he’d never get to touch those rosy lips again. Stroke hands through deep russet flaming curls. Hear his voice and those special noises he only made for him. Cold shower for Mr Molloy. “The bloodworks just a primal excuse. The usual vampiric urges BS.” All this aside he wouldn’t force himself on Armand. Never. A time machine to kill any who had. He’d thought him dust to the wind. Well he could feel himself ready to blub. Filled to the brim with so many feelings.

Armand could smell the start of those tears. He could lick them away, like they used to. Drink the pain away. Curled up together after a fight. Entwined. Love through the blood. Strength and stay through that intimacy. “I could never not, beloved.” Time for his own tears, that affectionate term opening his own flood gates. “I don’t think I can love you how you need to be loved, is more the point. What if I make you relapse. I’d never forgive myself…” Nails now through his own palms. Chair two in ruins. His own blood scent filling the air. “My beautiful boy…”

There it was, the spicy scent he could only taste as a mortal, fully appreciating the body of it after crossing over. The aroma. Fearful words sinking in. Shaking his head. “None of that was your fault. It was just our luck to be the tortured star crossed lovers. I’m better, was well on the way to better when I knew you weren’t gone. Not dead. I left, that was on me.. I left you alone, I swore I wouldn’t in our garden but I did. I neber meant to not come back. The rot had set in, nothing made sense. But here you are whole and perfect and as maddening self introspective as ever. Don’t you get it. That was my job as your minion, to save you from yourself. To save my devil from whatever tested you. And I wasn’t there. I’ll be Damned if I ever make that mistake aga-” Words cut off as bloody yet healed hands reached for him, pulling Daniel bodily into his lap. Not an easy task sized as they were.

Armand couldn’t bear him saying one more heart wrenching thing. Broke that physical truce and kissed him as requested. Lips breaking away from his only to lap away falling tears. Poised staring into violet orbs he’d been lost in the moment they’d met, truth be told. Breathy. Quite the achievement for beings who didn’t need respiration. “Mine, you taste like my better heart. With added vintage. Wipe his blood off your lips with mine.” A single bead of blood for Daniels tasting. Hand teasing his lovers skirt buttons, to touch skin on skin.

Years were stripped away and here they were like nothing had happened battle scarred yet together. That’s all the mattered. Familiar elixir warming him in ways he never expected. Picking him up to better remove clothing, they had to map each others bodies like old times.

Sometime later.

Laying on the plush carpeted floor, clothes strewn around them. Not a stitch left on them. A third seat broken on its hinges. Armand was happily listening to Daniels heartbeat. “I think I may need to redecorate.” Glancing around the mess they’d made. Stretching like a cat.

“Agreed perhaps we should make a passion room. But hey we’re super rich so why spoil the fun. At least in this cinema there’s no popcorn stuck in odd places like that time we got romantic in Palm Springs.” Kissing his makers forehead. Basking in after glow. “I’m pretty sure we’ve thoroughly infused each others blood counts.”

“One can never be too careful. We need to hunt. I don’t want you getting peeky as I was so enthusiastic.”

“Agreed, and I don’t mind at all. Drain me I’m your love muffin.”

Armand wrinkled his nose. “Love muffin. Wash your mouth out! We do need to lock this room up tight upon leaving. In case Cupid Lioncourt takes photos.”

Daniel laughed. “He does have a nose in most situations I admit. In this case it’s just as well. How long do you think it would have taken to jump each others bones, without his ear worm about smell?”

Armand laughed at the phrasing, a throaty chuckle sending vibrations down Daniels chest. “Not too long, possibly quicker if I’d gotten that particular ear worm and we’d gone the route of territorial angry me, with your oh so smart mouth baiting. Then we’d have made up, like old times.”

Daniel snorted. “Are we that predictable?”

“Perhaps…Now how he kept a certain others nose out of this… robust reunion is the story I want to hear…” Smiling into Daniels matching grin.

“Now that story can wait.” Winking and gathering Armand closer again. “Round three?”

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reject-princess97 · 5 years

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FP Jones Imagine (3)

I sat at the table of my one bedroom apartment, starring at the letter that sat in front of me. This letter was what was to determine my future as a doctor. I mean sure, graduation wasn't for another couple hours and I will be awarded my doctorate, but this letter was what I had spent the last eight years of my life working for. I took a deep breath and turned the letter in my fingers.

"Come on Y/N, it's just a letter. That's going to tell you weather or not you can return home after being away for so long." I told myself.

I left Riverdale 8 years ago to attend NYU then NYU Medical school where I was to graduate in less than three hours and in my hand sat a letter from Riverdale General, telling me weather or not I would be starting my residency there in the fall or not.

Now, don't get me wrong, I would be thrilled working at some of the places I had already been accepted into but working at Riverdale General meant I could move back home, I could be with my family on the Southside, The Serpents. I would be able to be with my older sister Alice and her girls Betty and Polly but mostly I'd get to go home to my boyfriend of ten years FP and FINALLY be able to build our life together, something we both agreed to put off until I was finished with school.

"OK, on the count of three, I'm going to open it." I told my self. "Or I'm gonna have myself admitted into Riverdale General for talking to myself."

I picked up my letter opener, I held it to the envelope and I took a deep breath.

1...

2...

3...

A knock at the door made me jump as I dropped my letter opener at my table. I stood up, and straightened my dress, a simple black one shoulder dress hugged my curves perfectly and I padded bare foot to my front door. Passing the million boxes that had been packed ready for my move to, where ever I'm going to end up. I passed my Serpent jacket hung by the door and opened my frond door wide to see a sight that shocked me completely. There in front of my stood FP Jones, in a shirt, dress pants and a tie. He still had his Serpent jacket on but he looked so smart.

"Holy fuck!" I gasped as I took in the sight in front on me. This was not something I was used to, FP wasn't a suit and tie guy, he was a jeans, flannel and leather jacket kind of guy and this, right here, was so much more than I could comprehend.

"Well, hello to you too." My boyfriend grinned.

"What...what are you doing here?" I asked, still stood in shock.

"You didn't think we'd miss your big day did you?" He asked.

"We?" I asked confused and he moved a side and winked as three more faces came into view. Jughead Jones, FP's son and My niece's Betty and Polly Cooper. Betty and Jug both wearing their jackets too.

Then a face I wouldn't have ever thought I would see at my graduation appeared beside Betty. Alice Cooper. My sister, Alice Cooper.

"A..Alice?"I asked in disbelief.

"Hey, baby sister." She smiled as she stepped forward and pulled me into a hug.

"I'm dreaming, right, you guys aren't really here. I know because Alice Cooper said she would NEVER forgive me for choosing the Serpents over her?" I questioned as I stepped aside to let them all into my apartment.

"Nope, I'm really here." She smiled. "And it's Alice Smith now."

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you. I don't want to fight anymore. I want to be sisters again. Can you forgive me and we can start over?"

"I forgave you years ago Ally." I smiled as I pulled her into a hug and pulled away.

"WAIT!" I yelled as I turned to see FP stood in my apartment, grinning wide.

"There it is!" he laughed as he held his arms out and I dove at him, kissing him roughly.

"Guy's, there are kids in the room." Jughead called out. I laughed as I pulled away and turned to my niece.

"Polly, Lizzy, my girls!" I squealed as I pulled them both into a long hug. "I've missed you guys."

"We missed you Aunt Y/N." Polly smiled.

"Yeah, when was the last time you were home?" Betty asked as she pulled away.

"About three months." I smiled. "I'm so happy you're all here." I smiled at my family.

"We're all happy to be here." Jug assured me.

"You look great baby." FP called as he pointed at my outfit. I looked down and laughed as I shrugged.

"What can I say, I like to leave things to the very last second." I joked.

"Come on Y/N, we'll help you finish getting ready, FP, you and jug...bond."Alice ordered as she grabbed my hand and pulled my into my room.

"We'll run and grab some coffee's!" FP shouted and we left them.

"Good god, look at this mess." Polly chuckled as she moved some clothes off of my bed.

"Yeah, I couldn't decide what I wanted to wear so I had everything out." I shrugged.

"OK, so hair?" Alice asked as she cleared a space on my dresser.

"Curled and down, I have to put a cap on and it would be nice to let my hair down for once while I'm on campus." I chuckled as I plugged my curling iron in.

"Make up?" Polly asked as she grabbed my make up bag.

"Classic. Smoky eyes, bold red lips."

"As I remember, that was a signature look for you back home." Alice smiled as she picked up the curling iron and began fixing my hair.

"Yeah, well, I had to tone down my 'Serpent' style while I was here. Not a lot, just enough to be taken seriously in the classes." I smiled up at her in the mirror.

"What about shoes and accessories?" Betty asked from behind us.

"Black stilettos in the closet and I have some jewellery in my dresser draws you can pick from." I called over to her.

I sat quiet for a while while my sister and my nieces dressed me and told me all about what I had missed while I was away from home.

"OH MY GOD!" I shouted as the Polly and Alice finished my hair and make up. I stood up and ran out.

"What? What's wrong?" Alice called as she and the girls followed me out of the room as I ran into my dining area and grabbed the letter.

"What's going on?" FP asked panicked as he came into the room. Jughead too.

I looked up at my family and then I opened the letter and read it out loud.

"Dear Miss Smith,

Thank you for applying for our paediatric and family medical residency....We are pleased to inform you your application as been reviewed and we are happy to offer you a place with us this fall." I read, getting louder as I read. "OH MY GOD! I GOT IT!"

"Got what?" My sister asked.

"A residency." FP answered. "Somewhere good I assume." He smiled at me. I looked up at my family with tears in my eyes and nodded.

"Best place I could possibly imagine." I grinned as I held out the letter and carefully wiped the tears from my face. Thank god Polly had the sense to use waterproof eye makeup.

"You've got a residency at Riv...Riverdale General Hospital!" Alice read. I smiled wide as I nodded.

"What?"

"Really?"

"Holy shit!"

"I'm coming home." I cried as I was pulled into a huge group hug. "I'm coming home FINALLY!"

After about twenty more minutes of basking in my news the six of us decided we should set of to the NYU campus so we grabbed everything we needed and walked out. I grabbed my Serpent Jacket on my way out.

"You're gonna wear your jacket to your Med school graduation?" Betty chuckled as I slipped it on.

"What, and let you losers show me up on my big day by looking better than me...I think not." I smiled.

"OK, so, there are six of us and two cars." Alice pointed out.

"Who's with who?"

"Juggie, you and Lizzy take my car." I smiled as I chucked him my keys but FP caught them and handed him his instead.

"Lizzy?" Jughead asked looking at Betty confused.

"It's something Y/N has called me ever since I was a baby." Betty explained as she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards FP's car.

"I'll go with mom." Polly smiled as she and Alice walked off.

"That leaves me with you." FP grinned as he held my car keys up. I nodded and smiled as I reached for them but he moved them out of the way.

"Wow, not so fast baby, you gotta trade." He smirked as he grabbed my hip and pulled me closer.

"Oh yeah?" I smirked as I lent up closer.

"Yeah." He mumbled. I let my lips graze his and quickly grabbed the keys why he was distracted. I pulled away laughing as I walked of to my car.

"That's just wrong!" FP called as he ran behind me and grabbed my hand.

"Tough luck baby." I smiled as I reached my car. I climbed in the drivers side and FP sat shotgun as I stuck the key in the ignition and turned it, my car roaring to life.

The ride to the campus was short and quite. I let the radio play as we drove and FP rest his hand on my thigh, a smiled smile on his face as we pulled up.

"Wow, it's big." He gushed as I parked.

"ha, that's what she said." I yelled as I turned my car off and climbed out, leaving FP chuckling.

"You're graduating medical school and an hour and you're making 'that's what she said' jokes?" My man chuckled, shaking his head is I walked over to meet him.

"Damn straight." I giggled.

"Honestly, I'm in love with an childish genius." FP sighed as he looked down at me and moved a piece of hair from my face.

"And I'm in love with a big lovable biker idiot." I shrugged. As I rest my hands on his chest "We all have our weaknesses."

"Yeah, and you're mine." He grinned as he smashed his lips to mine, in a heated but passionate kiss. He pushed my back up against my car and I let my hands slid under his jacket and onto his hips.

"Oi, loser, put that smoking hot dude down and grab your shit!" I heard a voice call. I chuckled and turned to find my best friend Sherri (like sherry the drink) standing holding a white box.

"Sherri baby!" I yelled. FP moved away and I grabbed his hand, leading him to meet Sherri.

"Sher, (Cher) this is FP." I smiled.

"Oh, the boyfriend." Sherri nodded as she looked him up and down. "I approve." She nodded.

"Babe, this is Sherri, my motivation while stuck in the hell hole."

"It's nice to meet you Sherri."

"Hey, there you are." I heard Jughead call as he and the three girls walked over.

"Oh, more people." Sherri smiled as she introduced herself.

"OK, Ladies, extremely hot gentleman..." Sherri began but I elbowed her in the ribs and she let out a loud laugh. "I'm going to steal this beautiful rebel away from you to go be given a piece of paper, if you just follow the crowd of...the most boring people I've ever seen in my life and you'll find some seats." Sherri instructed as she grabbed my hand. I kissed FP quick, handed him my jacket and waved to my family before I allowed Sherri hand me the white box and help me pull on the black robe and tassel cap. We then walked hand in hand to where the rest of the students were stood.

"So, you gonna tell me where the hell you've been hiding him?" Sherri asked as we waited for the ceremony to start.

"I haven't been hiding, he's been in Riverdale with his kid." I laughed.

"How the hell did you manage to lock that down for ten years without being in the same state most of the time?" She asked unbelieving.

"We made it work. He visited and stayed with me when I was in school and I spent our breaks back home in Riverdale." I shrugged.

"Well, I like him. Extremely hot, like her could turn me straight." she joked, making me laugh. "So, what's with the matching jackets?"

I looked at her confused, then I remembered, I never spoke about home much. Not because I was hiding anything, I just missed home so much, I would always get upset so I just never mentioned it.

"Oh, that's...ermmm, The Southside Serpents." I smiled at her sheepishly.

"Southside who now?"

"It's sort of a biker gang in Riverdale, the Northside reckon we're all bad news and are full of drug dealing murderers but I promise you that's not the case. The Serpents are some of the most caring and loyal people you will ever meet." I explained.

"So all this time, I've been making jokes about to being the class rebel and you actually are a rebel biker chick?" She asked astounded.

"Pretty much." I shrugged. "That's amazing. I bet you can't wait to get back, for a little while anyway."

"yeah, but here's the best bit." I grinned at her. She looked over at me, eyebrow raised. "I got a letter in the mail this morning. From Riverdale General Hospital."

"You got the Residency?" She asked hopeful. I nodded and she let out a squeal as she hugged me. "Oh Smithy baby I'm so happy for you." She congratulated. "So, does this mean all that stuff you wanted with FP can finally happen?"

"Oh, god I hope so, I love him with all my heart and now that I'm home we can look at settling down and seeing what happens next." I hoped.

Pretty soon the ceremony started and I waited anxiously waited for my name to be called out. I got a peak at the audience as I waited behind the curtain and smiled when I saw my family waiting for me.

"Y/N Smith." I heard my name being called and I walked up to the stage, shook hands with the professors and I stopped, smiled and waved at my family who all cheered the loudest as didn't stop until I shot them a wink, stuck out my tongue and throw up the Rock horns, making them all laugh and cheer louder before I walked off the stage and took a seat.

The rest of the ceremony dragged but once it had finished I forced my way though the crowd until I spotted FP searching the crowd of faces.

"Looking for someone in-particular?" I asked as I reached him. He looked down at me and smiled at me.

"Only the girl of my dreams." He shrugged.

"Well, looking no farther hot stuff, she's right here." I smirked.

"What? Where?" He asked again looking around us. I gabbed him in the stomach making him let out a laugh as he lent down and kissed me, softly.

"I'm so proud of you baby." He informed me as he hugged me tight.

"Right, let's get the photos over and done with." I ordered as I pulled away and looked at my sister who already had her camera out. She smiled wide and nodded as she set us up how she wanted and the grabbed Sherri, who was close by with her family and asked her to shoot the photo. The order went as such, Group photo. Alice and I. Polly, Betty and I. FP, Jughead and I. Sherri and I. FP and I and then one last one with The four girls, Alice, Polly, Betty and I.

"Come, on, let's see it." Betty smiled as she rushed over and took my award off of me and took a look.

"Dr Y/N Smith...it just doesn't sound right." Betty suggested as she looked over at Alice who nodded.

"I mean I'm not saying you should change your name...but you should change your name." Alice joked and I nodded.

"Oh, too what exactly?" I wondered.

"How about Jones?" Jughead asked. I looked at him a little shocked.

"Dr Y/N Jones...now that sounds better. What do you think FP?" Betty asked as she closed the little folder the award came in and smiled at me wide. I saw Jughead and Alice had a camera on me and then Sherri look behind me, shocked. Confused, I turned around to see FP, knelt down on one knee smiling up and me and holding a ring. A big one too I might add.

"I think it sounds perfect. What do you think Y/N? Would you consider taking the plunge and becoming a Jones?" He asked as he took my hand.

"What the hell is happening right now?" I asked shocked. I heard the group laugh and I looked around to see we had gathered quite the crowd, all watching as FP chuckled and shook his head.

"For a genius doctor you're pretty slow babe, I'm asking you to marry me." He explained. "Look, Smith, we've been through a lot these last ten years, you've been living away for 8 of them and it hasn't been easy but we got through it. I was always planning on doing this today even if you wasn't moving back home because I would have followed you anywhere baby, you're my ride or die baby. Now with you coming back home to work things are just falling into place and I just want us to FINALLY start live out life together. So, Y/N Smith, will you be my ride or die forever. Will you marry me?"

I couldn't find the words, I just nodded as tears fell from my eyes and a lump grew in my throat. FP Slid the ring onto my finger and stood up, pulling me into his arms and kissing me hard as everybody around us clapped and cheered.

"FINALLY!!! MY DAD HAD THE BALLS TO PROPOSE!" Jughead yelled making everybody around us laughed including FP and I.

#fpjones imagines #riverdale imagines #fpjones #jughead jones #betty cooper #Alice Cooper #alice smith #imagines

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We Need To Talk About Benny

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Benny Lafitte x Reader

Warnings: Mild Swearing

Cross-posted on my wattpad (@rmorningstar21) in Supernatural One Shot Collection II.

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You could see it in Sam's puppy dog brown eyes that he was fuming. The three of you had arrived on a case, and Sam had realized that the vampire that you and Dean had brought back from Purgatory after the Leviathan ordeal was living in the same town that there was some vampire sucking humans. Dean and you both glanced to one another knowingly, before looking back at Sam.

"It's not Benny," Dean said firmly, his emphasis on the not, as if Sam would need more of a pie chart to show that Dean was correct. "He doesn't drink humans."

"He's a vampire, Dean," Sam stated firmly in counter. "Why isn't he dead?"

"Neither of us would have been topside from purgatory if it wasn't for that vampire," Dean countered back, his face clearly contorting in anger. Sam was his brother, but he was questioning his reasoning. It was almost logical, seeing as Dean had killed other supposedly good monsters, after all.

Benny wasn't a monster, though. He may have been a vampire, but you swore that man had a heart of gold. Sam wouldn't understand the way that either of you did. The three of you had spent a full year in purgatory with him and Castiel, and none of you would have lived through purgatory without him.

You would not have stayed sane without him. Dean, your overprotective older brother, would have driven you crazy right along with the monsters that were ready to kill all of you. At certain points, call yourself crazy, but purgatory was beginning to feel like home. It was all Benny's doing, though Castiel and Dean had both saved your ass more than a few times.

"Benny is less of a monster than most humans," you muttered out, glaring at Sam. "We'll find the damn vamp that's killing around here, but it sure as hell isn't him."

"You two are both way too close to this," Sam said, before he ended up hitching it with another hunter to take down Benny. It was someone who did not know Benny, just like Sam. They both just looked at him like he was a monster, while Dean and yourself both knew otherwise.

Dean and you both knew that you needed to find Benny before the two hunters found him, along with the actual vampires that were killing the humans in this town. After plenty of missed calls, the two of you had gone on the road to find him, scouring the surrounding area to find any sign of him. The two of you had split up and asked the locals about where he would be living. Thankfully, you had finally gotten a lead.

Despite the need that you had to see Benny alone, you had opted to go with Dean, especially if Sam and the other hunter were to find him before the two of you did. When the two of you, guns drawn, walked into a secluded area that the locals had said he lived, you could hear a familiar southern drawl say, "If this is about the missed calls, I didn't want to get y'all involved." When the two of you had gotten closer, you could see that he was merely wringing out some laundry. "Now, how about you two put the safety on and we can talk."

You felt a rush fill your body as those blue eyes flickered over to you, and you had to fight the urge of your lips to curl up into a smile, though it lightly tugged upon your lips. Dean had started talking first after the two of you had put your weapons down, saying, "There's a vampire feeding in this town, and you better tell us it's not you."

"With Andrea gone and y'all back hunting, it seemed like time for a homecoming," Benny explained after shaking his head. Both of you had known the answer far before Benny denying it after all. "You three being the only ones who kept my ducks in a row. Went back to my old job at the cafe. I even found someone to hold myself accountable to. Best kind of someone, Dean." He smiled gently as he kept talking, before his eyes once again shifted to you before shifting back to Dean. "Family."

"Elizabeth," Dean and you had practically said at the same time. Dean was more lustful, while you were more disappointed. You felt as if you missed your chance with the handsome vampire.

That was, of course, until Benny had continued. "My great-granddaughter," he said fondly. You stifled a laugh at the look upon Dean's face when he asked for confirmation with a really. "Now, hold it. You didn't, did you?"

"Uh, no," Dean replied quickly, receiving a skeptical look from Benny.

When Benny's eyes shifted to you once more, you could see his lips curl into a gentle smirk as he placed a hand upon your chin. "It's wonderful to see you, Cher," he murmured out, causing you to blush darkly, a smile tugging at your lips.

You were almost disappointed when he merely brought you into a tight embrace, though you were happy to feel his strong arms around you. Hugging him back tightly, you said, "I've missed you, you know."

As the two of you separated, you could see the longing look that he gave you before he turned to Dean, giving him a brotherly hug. The two of them were as close as the two of you, after all, possibly even more. You just happened to be the Winchester to fall for Benny Lafitte.

After your short lived reunion, the three of you had taken care of an entire vampire nest together, and had to deal with a hunter that held Elizabeth hostage to kill Benny. He had to kill to save his great-granddaughter, and you were sure after everything was over that you would not see Benny again.

To your relief, you had received a call on your phone to meet him at a gas station about 10 miles out from the town, and you had sped there faster than anyone would imagine. Dean knew where you were going, and though he was iffy about the whole situation, he still allowed you to go. When you were face to face with Benny again, he had planned to merely say goodbye to you.

"You better keep yourself out of trouble, Cher," he whispered, giving you a sad smile, his blue eyes never leaving your gaze.

"Benny," you murmured out quietly. "I don't want to be missing you again." You were the one to bring your hand to his cheek, your hand tickled lightly by his facial hair as you brushed your thumb against his cheekbone, staring up at him. Your hands were cold to the touch, though he had not seemed to mind, a soft smile tugging upon his lips as he nuzzled gently into your touch. It had been a while since anyone had gazed at him with that look, or touched him in the gentle, loving way. Too long, for that matter.

"I've never been a fan of long distance relationships," he said with a joking chuckle, his southern accent ringing out gently in your ears as he spoke, as if your favorite song had just turned on in your truck after a long, grueling hunt.

"Neither have I been," you said softly to him, the smile tugging upon your lips gently. "Nor have I been a fan of saying goodbye to you."

As his light blue eyes bore into your own y/e/c orbs, you wondered where to go from there. The man that you desired was so close, and you could easily close the gap between the two of you. On the other hand, you could move your hand, instead merely embracing the charming vampire in a hearty goodbye, leaving the sentiments back in Purgatory where just maybe they belonged.

The one thing you knew for certain as you were staring up into those light blue eyes was the love that you had for this man. This man was charming, funny, and sweet. He may have been over 100 years old, even more so than that, and yet he had been less of a monster than more than half the men you've met in your own years.

"Maybe, Cher," he whispered nervously in his southern drawl, "we don't have to say goodbye." He gave you a hopeful smile, the kind of smile you knew you could never say no to. "If you're willing to settle down with a monster."

You chuckled gently, a smile fully imprinted across your face as you shook your head. "I won't be settling down with a monster," you said with a wink. "A charming southern gentleman that's saved my ass more times than I could count - well, that, I would adore."

He gave you a curious look, as if he were testing the waters as he moved a little bit closer to you. You could feel one of his hands move to the small of your back, beaconing you closer. Taking one last longing look into Benny's eyes, you wrapped your arms around his neck, closing the gap between the two of you. The kiss was gentle, lips lovingly paced in sync with one another. His stubble tickled your face as you kissed him, and you could feel his arms move to your waist, pulling you closer.

When the two of you were finally in need of oxygen, you separated, him resting his forehead against your own. His light blue eyes stared into your own y/e/c eyes, and the southern gentleman had a quirky smirk across his lips. "What would your brother Sam think of me stealing you away?" He questioned in his drawl, somewhat as a tease with light seriousness laced into it.

"The boys will have mixed feelings, but they'll live," you said with a smile. "I love you, you know."

He hummed in satisfaction, a genuine smile against his lips. "Purgatory's a wild place to fall in love, but I love you as well, mon Cher," he said softly, and you could not be more pleased to hear it. The two of you connected lips once again in a longing, loving kiss before the two of you had returned to one vehicle - to his vehicle. Though neither of you knew where you would be going right away, you knew you were on your way to the rest of your life with the light of your life.

#reader insert #spn #supernatural #spnfamily #spnfandom #fanfiction #dean winchester #sam winchester #wattpad #wattys2019 #fanfic #oneshot collection #oneshot #wattystories #xreader #benny lafitte #benny x reader

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staliasjeronica · 5 years

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Riverdale 3.16 Thoughts *Spoilers*

- TBH Hermione does have a point. After what happened to Midge in Carrie… you go for this musical? But whatever Cheryl wanted it and she’s going to get it because THAT’S MY FUCKING BABY OKAY

- THE OPENING IS KEVIN AND A SOLO THIS IS ALL I EVER NEEDED! Also why does his voice/this remind me of Winn from Supergirl???

- Why does the girl in the background look just like Midge??? That’s—

- What the fuck is that choreography tho sksksksks

- MY GIRL VERONICA ❤️❤️❤️ She’s so sad about her and Reggie breaking up catch me CRYING

- ARCHOSIE AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW BITCHHHHHHH

- I hate to admit that that tiny bughead peck was kinda c*te

- “Why did I hit him?” bitch… who? Also Reggie wondering why he’s a creep I’m—what? he’s changed wtf I don’t see how he’s a creep/why he was a douchebag but alright

- SWANGS ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ALSO I PAUSED AND ARCHIE LOOKS LIKE FRED IM CRYING

- “Are all of you this miserable?” well… yeah… they can never be kids because your bitch ass husband’s plot is being dragged on that it’s boring now so like… yeah… and now they’re being manipulated by a stupid ass tree so ummm

- “She was a real mess after her breakup with Toni” no 😭😭 but love that they literally broke them up just to base the musical around it like… seriously? lol alright at least I know they get back together because they’re the top and only few healthiest couples on the show so

- TONI AND THE POISONS.

- First off… Reggie shoving Fangs and calling him a geek…? Okay… BUT HIM SHOVING SWEET PEA INTO CHERYL BITCH!!!! Cher calling my boy a pervert I’m sad I want them to be boss ass bitch friends like that’s all I need!!

- OMG JORDAN’S VOICE “WHAT DID I EVER DO TO THEM?” literally just choke me bye

- Betty I get that you automatically hate his choice for making Evelyn co-director but uhhhh he directed the last one with Fangs so your sentence is plain wrong lol

- Poor baby Fangs, the trauma of Midge he never got to really address because last time he was accused of her murder and then almost killed himself so like he never had time to mourn I’m—lmao did Kevin just say no to that or like was he being like “no bitch we’re going to talk about Midge fuck your trauma”

- SP’s pettiness love it. “STRAIGHT” reggie neither you or Archie are straight but cool

- LET CHERYL SAY FUCK 2K19

- This is why they were all lying down? That’s… weird but okay. ALSO I hate agreeing with Betty that this entire thing was to recruit people into the farm :( it’s weird because mostly what Betty does is annoying but this season she’s been mostly okay.

- MY CHONI HEART JUST GOT SHOT

- BITCH SKSKSKS “ARE WE GONNA HAVE A PROBLEM?”

- SKSKSK WHAT WAS THE REASON FOR THAT HAIR WHIP SOUND EFFECT

- “SHUT UP TONI” MY—CHERYL JUST PUSHED HER NO

- Evelyn… leave SP’s solo alone :( he deserves this. HE’S LITERALLY A LEAD TOO

- Betty, one of the main’s in the play, is telling Evelyn this musical is for recruitment. Then why tf are you in it Betty

- FP being dismissive of Jughead and how much he cares about the trailer? Smells fishy…

- Poor Veronica. like yeah her dad is a cunt but like it’s her parents… my poor baby

- So what if he knows? He’s doing illegal shit, it doesn’t fucking matter??? He’s such a whiny pissbaby

- SP BEING ALL CUTE AND SHIT. LMAO “YOU NEED A JELLO-O SHOT” SKSKS WE NEED MORE CUTE HAPPY SP PLEASE AND THANKS

- Veggie… is hot… I love them and want them back together :(

- oH NO SP SAW ARCHOSIE MY BOY IS SO SAD

- TONI AND THE POISONS YESSSSS

- whO THE FUCK IS SITTING IN THE TUB ALICE WAS ALMOST DROWNED IN

- VEGGIE. VERONICA LOOKS SO GOOD UGH I LOVE THEM. Stop with the “Endgame” not only because ew but because she’s said that to Archie and that may be… triggering.

- Did Evelyn just give Kevin a spiked brownie…

- Evelyn you sneaky bitch… I know this is what brings Kangs together but I didn’t want it like this!!!

- FANGS… wow an actual line that provides insight into his life? Mmhm

- That almost smile Fangs gave… was cute… but I’m not here for this recruitment.

- SP IS A PETTY BITCH SKSKSKS like that’s bad but like… shit I can’t wait for SP to rage and save his best friend from a stupid ass cult

- “That is what we in the theater call a breakthrough” um I assume you’ve never been in theater but also I don’t think that’s correct…

- ALSO ALL THIS BERONICA IS SO SWEET I MISS THEM. Still, though, Betty needs to apologize for all of the shit she’s done and said to Veronica

- “He’s a real class act, that Sweet Pea…” girl he has every right to be upset though. I mean he shouldn’t have outed your relationship. Also, the definition of “class act” is a person or thing displaying impressive and stylish excellence so like is that supposed to be an insult…?

- Reggie is so good ughhhhh 😻😻

- Evelyn go away you shady bitch. Also what’s the point of getting mad at Toni for wearing red? lol

- DEAD GIRL WALKING BITCHH I LOVE THIS. OH MY GOD PEACHES? THIS IS THE SCENE? SHE JUST CAME ONTO PEACHES. NOW SWEET PEA. THIS IS THE SCENE. Also Jordan’s voice… choke me! ALSO I love how he’s down with it though? Like I’m guessing this isn’t him and Toni’s first thing… but why are they doing this threesome on the stage lmaooooo

- SKSKKSKS PEACHES AND PEA (MMHM why does that sound nice… she beat him up nooo) LOOK AT EACH OTHER LIKE “THIS BITCH MADE US UNDRESS AND THEN LEAVES” like thank GOD because Choni but still

- NO ONE CAN TELL ME DIFFERENTLY, SP LIKES TO BE BOSSED AROUND. HE’S A SUBMISSIVE. The way Toni pointed and he just followed? He loves being bossed around bye my story Unholy is correct thank you and goodbye

- GOTTA ADMIT THE “can I borrow your camera?” WAS CUTE OKAY

- OH THIS IS WHERE KANGS GETS LIKE MARRIED LMAO I’ve wanted Kangs (less than Swangs yeah but whatever) BUT NOT LIKE THIS. ALSO DREW’S VOICE FUCK MEEEEE. the kiss 😭❤️ aLSO WOULDN’T IT BE EASIER TO TAKE A VIDEO BETTY LOL

- Archie practicing his moves looks so weird when it’s not on a punching bag or anything like—

- Archosie uwu THIS DUET FUCK ME UPPPPP THIS IS SO CUTE. JOSIE’S ABS FUCKKKK

- Did Betty seriously think that her taking that picture would work??? Should’ve taken a video but mmhm

- How did Toni get in. I feel like Cheryl would have immediately taken her key. BUT ALSO THE HEATHER’S REFERENCE. AND CHONI. UGH CHERYL’S ABOUT TO CRY STOP STOP STOP!!! Literally this scene proves that Choni is the HEALTHIEST couple on this show like they ACTUALLY took time to talk through their shit (kinda, not the full thing but the start of it at least)

- Did… Jughead just call the Ghoulies/Serpents tonsils??????????

- “… the longing for what they’ve lost” *Swosie looks at one another KNOWING this bitch did this on purpose* COLE SINGING OMFG this really irks me that Bughead has actually been kinda cute on this episode? CHONI BITCH YES. NEVERMIND BUGHEAD GO AWAY I JUST WANT MY TWO QUEENS

- Also if this doesn’t include Swosie… why were they given the sheets and shit from Kevin and whatnot? This is evil. But this proves that Bughead COULD be cute and healthy if they weren’t these annoying little shit heads that they are now like let them be kids and normal and not shitty people… it’s not that hard.

- Betty… I was about to say that you telling him to not let his emotions get the best of him was actually a good idea but then you suggested burning down his fucking trailer. I get it, you’re a Blossom, but chill the fuck out. You ALMOST had a good idea and weren’t being stupid… but now you ruined it.

- Boo fucking hoo your wife tried to kill you Hiram

- So now that even Hiram says that there’s no family anymore… can he let her and Archie (bc come on that all can’t go away with some words and a handshake/mutual agreement) the fuck go? ALSO POOR VERONICA

- OH THIS IS THE SONG EVERYONE WAS PRAISING LAST NIGHT. CAMI IS SUCH A GREAT ACTOR WE LOVE AND STAN A QUEEN!!!

- First of all… SP saying hi to Evelyn… not sure how I feel about that. SECOND OF ALL FANGS IS THE CUTEST BYE

- THE BLOT THING IS SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

- Bughead really get off to violence and shit huh… that’s… weird. But sure.

- why is Betty wearing the crown sweater it looks so weird idk why and Jughead looks so out of place lol

- SWEET PEA GETTING INTO IT IN THE BACK SHITTTTTTT

- Oh this cult clap is creepy… why… that’s so weird stop. Also it’s not like other people to not join in on the clapping but alright

#Riverdale #Riverdale Heathers #Riverdale 3.16 #Veronica Lodge #Jughead Jones #Archie Andrews #Betty Cooper #Sweet Pea #Fangs Fogarty #Cheryl Blossom #Toni Topaz #Kevin Keller #Evelyn Evernever #Swangs #Jeronica #Vughead #Barchie #Kangs

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pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles · 5 years

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Liability (Girls Talk Boys part 31)

The truth is I am a toy that people enjoy 'Til all of the tricks don't work anymore And then they are bored of me I know that it's exciting Running through the night, but Every perfect summer's Eating me alive until you're gone Better on my own

They say, "You're a little much for me You're a liability You're a little much for me" So they pull back, make other plans I understand, I'm a liability Get you wild, make you leave

BIG THANKS to Viv @toofadedtofight for her amaaazing cover of this song to go along with this chapter. You’ve been my rock through most of this series and I can’t thank you enough

Cher had just fed Ringo and was helping Camille go through her packing checklist. She was leaving tonight for Atlanta to promote ProFantasySports and to escort the winners of the PFS Super You, Super Bowl contest around the events. Her boss Stephen and co-worker Jake were also going on the trip but as Camille was quickly becoming the face of the company her schedule was jam packed. She had media events, live streams with the contest winners, and parties with players and agents.Camille was a ball of nerves as this was her first BIG event for the company. Stephen was with her for every media event and party, but the sheer scope of the audience intimidated her.

“Calum is driving you to the airport right?” Cher asked her.

“You know how he is,” Camille chuckled.

“Is he still pouting you're leaving for the week?” Cher asked.

“You know how he is,” Camille repeated, this time rolling her eyes. “I don't get it I'll be gone for days. He was gone for weeks.”

“You did snatch his soul just two days ago” Cher pointed out before her phone started going nuts.

“Who's that? Ashton?” Camille raised her eyebrows.

“No, it's Cody. He's still staying with his brother. He's still talking to Nick but I don't think they can fix it this time.” Cher sighed.

“They've both cheated before, what makes this different?” Camille asked.

“I think because it's Harry, someone who lives I the complex, that's bothering Nick. Maybe he's just sick of the drama who knows? I'm gonna go see him but I'll be back before you leave. I'm taking him some booze,” Cher told her.

“Tell Cody I still love him,” Camille called after her.

Camille had her suitcases on the bed going through them once more to make sure everything was right. As usual she had a color coded system to assist in packing and Calum was stretched across her bed helping her check off each item. He'd insisted on being the one to drive her to the airport and helping her pack so he could spend every minute with her before she left.

“Have you ever been to Atlanta?” Calum asked looking over her itinerary.

“No, I've hardly ever traveled. Anytime I got on a plane or was to Ohio or Florida to see grandparents,” Camille replied.

“I swear you're packing for me next time I go anywhere. I don't know how you stay so organized,” Calum shook his head as he watched her pack little items into small bags, small bags into bigger bags, and the big bags into her suitcase.

“It's one less thing to worry about. Also it makes me crazy to have to buy something I need at the last minute. I'm stressed out enough as it is about this whole trip.” Camille was bouncing on her toes as she paced nervously.

“Darling, you're going to be great. You're amazing at what you do and I couldn't be more proud. You need to calm down, come over here and let me help you with that, please?” Calum reached out and pulled her down next to him on the bed. Camille protested but Calum leapt up closed each suitcase and gently set it on the floor by the bed. He then laid Camille onto her back working his way between her thighs, pulling her jeans and panties down his mouth seeking her out. Soon his tongue was curling inside her, his hair clenched in her fists as he worked on getting her more relaxed.

“You didn't think I was going to let you leave without making sure you remember you're mine, did you?” Calum growled against her skin. His teeth marking her thighs as he left fingerprints on Camille's hips. He stood back up looking at her on the bed before him. Pulling off his shirt and hurriedly yanking his pants down and kicking them aside he was back on her in seconds.

“I'm all yours Calum, only yours.” Camille pulled him up to kiss him tasting herself on his lips.

“My darling Camille,” he murmured in her ear as he thrust inside her rocking his hips against hers.Camille loved how Calum could be rough yet gentle and caring at the same time. How his rings could bite into her skin as he smacked her ass at the same time that he was smothering her in kisses all while driving her closer to her orgasm. As they lay there afterwards Calum checked the time.

“We have a couple hours before we have to leave. Let's double check everything and then I want you back in this bed. I'm not done with you yet.”

Cher knocked and waited a couple minutes before knocking again. The door swung open to reveal a red faced and bleary eyed Cody.

“You look like shit,” Cher didn't mince words.

“Well fuck you too bitch, did you bring liquor?” Cody snapped. Cher raised her eyebrows and a bag full of clinking bottles.

“That's my girl,” Cody grabbed the bag and kissed her cheek. Cher went inside and the place was a wreck. There were empty bottles, dirty clothes and fast food wrappers everywhere as Cher picked her way to the living room. Cody's brother Cayden was always a slob and it pained Cher to see her friend living like this.Cody cracked a bottle of vodka and took a swig. “Are you staying to get drunk with me?” He asked.

“Cody what the hell are you doing? This isn't the first time you and Nick have broken up. You said yourself y'alls relationship has been problematic from the beginning.” Cher wanted to cut through Cody's theatrics to get to the real problem.

“Everything is just fucked now,” Cody set the bottle down on the table to rest his hands in his head. “Nick told me he hasn't been happy for a while now. He'd been holding on hoping that somehow we could turn this around, fix it and build it back up.”

“Why can't you though if that's what you both want?” Cher questioned.

“Because he doesn't want that anymore. He's cheated, I've cheated...hell he even fooled around with Harry himself before we ever knew each other. It's just gotten to the point where we're both tired of trying again, if we were really in love we wouldn't keep hurting each other like this,” Cody looked miserable but resigned.Cher started to protest but Cody stopped her “Cher it's done, we're selling the condo and moving on.”

“Cody YOU CAN'T!” Cher was stunned. “You can't move away. You're always gone for work if you move I'll never see you.”

“I can't afford it on my own, even if I could I doubt he'd sell out to me,” Cody sighed. “I don't know what to do.”

“Don't do anything until I can talk to Camille and my lawyer. We'll figure something out, I promise. You just have to get a little time,” Cher met his eyes as she grabbed his hands.

Cody felt hopeful for the first time in days. Maybe his girls could help him figure everything out.

“Oh my God Calum I'm gonna be sore tomorrow,” Camille stretched and snuggled her head into Calum’s chest.

“Good,” Calum laughed and pinched her ass causing Camille to giggle. She rolled off the bed and grabbed her robe to walk to the bathroom.

He started to follow but she stopped him “we have to leave in forty minutes you stay here and put your pants on. I'm going to get cleaned up.” Camille laughed as she headed down the hall as Calum stood up grabbing a towel and his pants. Sitting back on the bed he flipped through her itinerary again this time spotting a few things he hadn't noticed before. Camille came back from a quick shower and began getting dressed pulling on black yoga pants, pink Nike air max sneakers and Calum's green Empathy hoodie she was stealing for the week.

“Babe I wish you could come with me. I'm going to miss you,” Camille began to apply a little bit of makeup. She wasn't famous enough to get attention but there were enough photographers around the Super Bowl that Camille wanted to look good just in case.

“I'm sure you'll be too busy to notice,” Calum muttered his voice low. Camille laughed “have you seen my schedule? I'm going to be too busy to remember my own name.”

“Just hope you remember you have a boyfriend.” Calum replied just loud enough for Camille to hear him.

Camille tried to laugh it off “don't be silly babe, like I could ever forget you.”

“Well you know how you forget things,” Calum had a tone in his voice that was impossible to ignore.

“Okay what's that supposed to mean?” Camille put down her makeup brush and turned to face him.

“Just that it's convenient that you forgot to mention you'd be at a party with Quentin. Your ex boyfriend that seems to pop up from time to time.” Calum grumbled.

“No, no that's not how it is. You've had that itinerary for two weeks now. I never hid anything from you. That party is hosted by Brandon Pearcy, Quentin's agent, he was at the New Years Eve party. Brandon is the agent to several big name NFL players and getting to know him is a smart business move.” Camille spoke slowly trying to remain calm.

“Don't talk down to me,” Calum huffed “I know who he is. He was shamelessly flirting with you at that party until I showed up. Besides don't act like you've never kept a secret from me.”

“What are you talking about and why are you doing this? I've never kept any secrets from you.” Camille was baffled but starting to feel her temper rise.

“Oh so you weren't keeping secrets for Harry?” Calum's voice was accusing.

“Be serious!” Camille shot back. “That's not even fair. Cody and Harry had nothing to do with you, I found out by accident and it wasn't my business to tell anyone. That was more for Cody, who has been my friend for years, than Harry.”

“So you admit you were keeping a secret?” Calum asked her again.

“This is ridiculous. This has nothing to do with Cody or Harry so stop pretending it does.” Camille put her hands on her hips, her face flushing pink.

“Okay fine, I don't like that you didn't tell me you were going to a party your ex boyfriend is going to be at,” Calum was on his feet now pacing around the room.

“You know Quentin is actually playing in the Super Bowl. His agent is the one throwing the party. I don't know who might show up, and my boss will be at the party with me. As much fun as the Super Bowl is may I please remind you that for me this is a work event. I am working this entire week.” Camille rubbed her eyes feeling the beginnings of a headache.

Calum felt his stomach turn, this was all coming out wrong but he couldn't stop himself. “No I get it, your job is more important to you than our relationship,” he regretted the words the second they left his mouth.

“Are you serious? Yes actually it is, you mean the world to me Calum, but this is how I make a living. I don't know what the hell has gotten into you, but I have worked way too hard to build myself a career to throw it away because you're in a shit mood.” Camille squared her shoulders not willing to back down.

“Right, even if that means cozying up to your ex to get ahead,” Calum looked down at the floor.

"What the fuck? I slept with him three times Calum. He knows we're together. I don't understand why you're throwing him in my face. I only dated him, in part because I had a huge crush on you." Camille protested.

"Don't turn this on me, I didn't make you fuck him. Yeah I don't like knowing guys like that are gonna be crawling on you for days. You pretend you don't realize they're flirting with you but you're not stupid. You're a pro at handling people and charming men.” Calum was yelling now.

“That's not fair, you know it's my job!” Camille protested.

“ I don't care, I fucking hate that you're going to be getting hit on by guys that are better than me. NFL guys who are tall, rich, have big muscles, tattoos, with 6 pack abs and flashy cars. The agents who are older and smarter than me. Who have boats and seaside houses to impress you with. They can talk to you about football, but I guess I can always console myself with the idea that it'll be my face you picture while you're cumming on his cock." Calum regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth.

“No, we're not doing this right now. I am getting ready to leave for the biggest week of my career, and you've decided to throw a tantrum.” Camille was on the verge of tears. She heard the front door open and knew Cher was home.

“Camille...” Calum started but Camille shook her head.“You need to leave, I'm done with this conversation,” she was glaring at him, angry and hurt.

“Camille please,” Calum tried again.

“Get OUT!” Camille shouted.

“FINE.” Calum raised his voice to match hers before slamming her bedroom door on his way out.

Cher heard the loud voices when he came home and rolled her eyes not surprised they were fucking right up until they had to leave. It took her a second to realize they were fighting, Cher jumped when the door slammed and Calum came thundering down the stairs. His face was red with fury and she could see tears starting to fall.

“Calum what the hell is going on?” Cher asked completely shocked.

“She broke up with me,” his voice was ragged and caught in his throat.

He ran out the back door and Cher couldn't move for a second. She heard the sound of glass breaking upstairs and it snapped her back to reality.

You need to check on Calum... they broke up. Cher texted Ashton and headed upstairs to put Camille back together and get her on a plane.

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Wanderlust: Wed in Windermere - Bughead (Chapter 10)

Word Count: 5,446

Rated: M

A/N: This is the chapter I’ve been looking forward to writing from the very beginning. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! (Read on AO3)

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Betty and Jughead sat apart on the train ride to York. Two hours where they'd both convinced their friends to sit with them… to discuss important happenings.

"I know you guys weren't too hyped to go to York…" Betty started. It was a smaller city with less of a club scene than the other cities they'd been to. "But I have an idea that will make it really fun for all of us."

"Betty, please don't make me go on a walking tour of the city." Cheryl stared longingly out the window, and the rural scene passing them by.

"I wouldn't dream of it, Cher. Actually, I have some news, but you have to promise to not be loud about it."

"B, dear… I am an expert in keeping quiet in any situation, if you know what I mean."

"Seriously, V? Can we be serious for a second?" Betty took a breath, which was harder than she expected. The words didn't seem to want to come. "Jughead and I were talking last night…"

"Is that what we're calling it now?" Betty shot Cheryl a scathing look at that comment, and she retreated.

"We were talking about the future, and what happens next week when we have to go back home. Well, we decided that I would move out of my parents house and in with him. He had a studio in New York City and that's not that far from Riverdale anyway, and I was planning on moving there for school next year anyway so we'd just kind of speed up the timeline a little and…"

"Betty, you're rambling."

"Okay, so the point is… Jughead and I are eloping."

"What!?" They shouted in unison.

"Shh! I told you to be quiet about it."

"Well I didn't expect my sweet little Betty to just come out and say something like that. You're kidding, right?" Veronica was pink in the cheeks, eyes widened in shock.

"I'm not kidding." Her heart was still racing, but now that she'd let out the secret, one she'd only held for the last twelve hours, she felt like a weight was lifted. "I've never felt the way I do with him. I can't imagine being away from him, or being with anyone but him. I know it's right for us."

"I'm in." Veronica said.

"Me too." Cheryl seconded.

"Well it wasn't a vote, but thanks."

Betty went on to explain her plans for the next few days in York. She'd need a dress, rings, and… that seemed like everything. It was all she wanted for the simple affair. She hoped Jughead was having just as much luck with his friends.

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"Betty and I are getting married." Jughead said simply. He didn't want to drag on with an explanation when he knew Archie would have a thousand questions either way.

Archie and Reggie stared at him blankly for a moment, not fully absorbing or believing what he said.

"Wait, married?" Archie said. His eyebrows scrunched together. Jughead laughed inwardly at the familiar caterpillar look they had when he was thinking. "Like, for real? When?"

"Saturday."

"Like this Saturday?" Reggie cut in. "Dude, I need more than three days to plan an epic wedding dance."

"Reggie, let me just explain for a second." Jughead could already tell he was going to go overboard with whatever insane ideas were flying through his head. "This isn't like a normal wedding you're used to. We're eloping. There isn't going to be a party."

He looked disappointed at this.

"We'll go out for dinner afterward… yes you can have a few drinks, but please no rowdiness until Betty and I leave. You can get as drunk as you want after that."

"I have a question." Archie said, finally speaking again. He had his hand raised like a schoolboy asking a question of his teacher. "You can't actually get married here. Like, you aren't citizens and you don't have the correct papers from America to do it."

"You're thinking too hard. It's not going to be legally binding right away. We'll have the ceremony here and sign the papers when we get back to the States. It'll be kind of… symbolic."

"Sick." Reggie grinned. For all of his acting like a frat boy who doesn't give shit… this one word proved that he was actually genuinely happy for them. "So, which one of us will be your best man?"

"Oh that's easy… Archie."

"What!?" The shrill voices of Cheryl and Veronica carried over from the other end of the train.

"She just told them." Jughead grinned, peeking over and just catching a glimpse of his fiancés blonde ponytail flipping over her shoulder.

"Archie is always picked first…" Reggie pouted, no doubt thinking back to when Archie got team captain of the football team over him.

"To be fair… we have been friends since Kindergarten. You didn't even move to town until third grade and we weren't friends until high school."

"Still hurts bro."

"Don't worry, Reg. I have a very important job for you."

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Betty and Jughead reunited when the train pulled in to the station in York. When they'd made their way through the crowds on the platform, Betty left the group waiting by the ticket machines and put in their coffee order at the Costa. God knows she would be needing coffee to get through a day of simultaneous vacationing and impromptu wedding planning.

"Archie, coffee two sugars with milk. Reggie, chocolate frapp with extra whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles." Betty handed each their drinks, thankful for the summer she spent working as a waitress. "Veronica, French roast one sugar. Cheryl, I don't have the time nor the energy to repeat your order. Jughead, coffee black."

"Thank you, my dear." He gratefully took he drink and kissed her cheek.

"Now that everyone is happy, let me lay out the plan." Betty took a sip of her coffee, strong and black like her fiancés. "Girls, we will be going shopping for a dress and then scout outfits for the boys. Boys, you are in charge of procuring rings."

"Size six and a half." Jughead recited.

"I've trained you well." Betty wrapped her arm around his waist as they started the short walk into the heart of the city. Their bed and breakfast sat tucked in a quaint residential area just outside the walls of the city. Everyone dropped their bags in their rooms and regrouped outside, all eager to have a mission.

It wasn't long before they could see York Minster poking out above the buildings. The massive church took up so much space, Betty thought there couldn't possibly be room for a city behind it. Jughead had already taken his camera out of its case, capturing the beauty of the building in the midmorning light.

"We'll meet back here at noon then get lunch and do the touristy stuff." Betty smiled up at Jughead and gave his hand a tight squeeze. "I'll see you soon. Love you, fiancé."

"Love you too, fiancé." Jughead kissed her lips before her friends pulled her off toward the shops. Betty tossed a wave and a sweet smile over her shoulder.

The streets were paved with cobblestones, and each building grew larger with each story added. The tops of the buildings seemed to be reaching out toward each other, creating a tunnel-like path through the city. A bridal shop was squeezed into one of the small business spaces.

"Oh my God." Veronica squealed.

"What?" Betty stepped forward toward the shop.

"Your face just lit up. You are literally glowing, you blushing bride you…" Veronica squeezed her tight. "I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks, V. Me too."

"Let's stop standing around." Cheryl complained as she pulled on Betty's wrist. "Let's get shopping!"

As it turned out, Thursday mornings weren't incredibly busy for a bridal shops and they only shared it with one other bride who was there with her mother and grandmother. Cheryl had already picked out the three most expensive dresses in the shop before Betty had finished talking to the consultant.

"So we were hoping you had some dresses that could be sold off the rack." Betty finished explaining, following the news that the wedding was in two days.

"We do have a few older designs for sale. You must understand that for clearance items there are no returns and no alterations with us. The dress comes as is."

"Completely understood." Betty grinned. "Can we see them?"

"Absolutely."

They were led over to a small rack of clearance marked dresses. Cheryl pouted at the clearly less stylish dresses. Regardless, she picked a few of her favorites as Veronica did as well and they sent her off to the fitting room.

"No, no…" Cheryl shook her head when Betty came out in the first dress. A strapless mermaid, with lace overlaid from the waist down and gemstones sewn onto the bodice. "That one makes your butt look flat… and your ass is one of your greatest features. "

Cheryl turned down every one of the dresses she tried on. Usually, Betty would have thought her standards were much too high, but for once Betty agreed. Not one of them felt quite right. And none felt right at the other two bridal shops they stopped at. Every dress, with its silk and gems and the straight out of a magazine look… it was all too bridal. They were all too ceremonial, and not romantic in the slightest. They weren't right.

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Reggie and Archie were not making this easy. Between teasing Jughead about being a lovesick puppy and making rude and suggestive gestures regarding the wedding night, he was really considering ditching them completely.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, bro… but the sex must be good. Otherwise she definitely would not marry you so quick."

"Reggie, you have such a way with words. I wonder how any woman could possibly deny you."

"I know you're being sarcastic, but I'll have you know that no woman I've ever wanted has denied me." Reggie raised his hand for Archie to high five, but Archie just shook his head. "Anyway, you didn't deny it, so the sex must be good."

"Not that it's your business, but yes." Jughead didn't look either of them in the eye, instead focusing on the jewelry store at the end of the block. "And that is certainly not the only reason she loves me. I happen to have a great personality."

"There's that sarcasm again."

"Okay, Reggie… can you just shut your stupid pie hole for two seconds?"

"Sure thing, Groomzilla."

Jughead showed him his middle finger before leading the way into the jewelry store. He knew upon walking in that everything would be too expensive.

"Can I help you men find anything in particular today?" The man behind the counter was dressed in a full suit and tie. Another sign that his budget would not fit here.

"We're actually looking for wedding rings, or any rings I guess." Jughead peeked into the nearest case, diamond bracelets.

"Are you proposing? In that case we have some gorgeous engagement rings I can show you."

"Actually, my girlfriend and I are eloping. I wondered if maybe you had anything on the less expensive end. They don't have to be wedding rings specifically."

"I will pull out some options for you." He disappeared into a back room, returning only a few moments later. "For the lucky lady I've got some smaller diamonds, or white sapphire if you want a larger gem."

"Is that the price?" Jughead asked.

"Yes, will that be a problem?"

"I'm sorry. I don't think I can afford anything here." Jughead found the other two boys staring at a case full of gold plated watch bands. "Guys, I think we need to go."

There weren't many jewelry stores in this older part of town. Most of the businesses were cafés, boutiques, or chocolate shops. Besides, after seeing the prices of the cheap jewelry, he doubted any legitimate jewelry store would be within his and Betty's agreed upon budget. They were going to need to get creative.

At 11:30, Jughead stopped in his tracks as his stomach let out a loud grumble. They had just so happened to start walking through York's famous Shambles, a relatively narrow street where the buildings grew so close at the top you would be able to shake hands with your neighbor just through the window. Scents of delicious food were pouring out of various small restaurants.

"I am not going to survive another half an hour without food." Jughead complained, making a b-line for a nearby pie shop. Fruit pies, meat pies, any kind of pie he could dream of was there. He didn't want to spoil his appetite for his real lunch, not that he wasn't at least a little hungry all the time, so he only ordered one Sheppard's pie to stave off the beast that seemed to be living inside his stomach at the moment.

He and the other boys ate their pre-lunch while they walked back to York Minster. Jughead felt defeated. Two hours searching for two rings and he couldn't even handle that. Betty had probably found her dress, as well as dresses for the other two girls and outfits for the three men as well. She was efficient that way.

As if by magic, as the twelfth chime rang out to mark the hour, the girls game around on the sidewalk to the left of the church as the boys came from the right side.

"You don’t have any bags?" Jughead asked when they met in front of the church. Betty fell immediately into his chest, both arms squeezing around his waist and her head fitting into the space beneath his chin. "Miss me?"

"Eloping wasn't supposed to be difficult. I know I don't need a white dress, but I really want one."

"Then you'll have one." Jughead kissed the hair at the top of her head, then pushed back her shoulders. "But first, lunch."

"You started without me." She said with a smile. "I can smell the food on your breath."

"Yeah well, you know me." He linked his hand with hers as they returned to their friends.

"Yeah… I know you."

Jughead thought the way she said that sounded a lot like 'I love you,' and maybe that's what she actually meant.

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A unanimous decision for pizza was made, and they found themselves ordering two large pizzas at a Pizza Hut. On more than one occasion Betty found herself wiping pizza sauce from Jughead's chin. There was something ridiculously domestic about the action, as if this was something she would still be doing fifty years from now.

"So I got us all tickets for the Chocolate Story." Betty said when they'd left the restaurant. "It's scheduled for two thirty, so I thought we could go for a scenic walk on the wall and see how far around we can go."

"Sure thing." "Sounds great." Her friends sounded off their agreements. Even Archie and Reggie smiled and followed along without comment as Betty led them toward the nearest stairway leading up to the top of the wall surrounding the older part of the city.

"Is it just me," Betty started, when they were out of earshot of the others, "Or are they being uncharacteristically agreeable today?"

"It's not just you." Jughead replied lips moving close to her ear. His breath sent shivers down her spine. "It is our wedding week, after all. They're required to be nice to us."

They only made it halfway around the wall, stopping at each corner tower to take pictures of York Minster from a new angle. For once, they all walked in silence. Each of the six friends taking in the views and, no doubt, thinking about how all of their lives would be changed forever in these next few days.

The trees were bright green in the midday light, creating a tunnel over them as they walked over the stonework. It was cool in the shade of the trees, and the breeze was heavier at this height. Betty shivered against the cold, pulling her cardigan snug around her body. Jughead shrugged off his jacket, wrapping it around Betty's shoulder before wrapping his arm around her and holding her. His body radiated warmth and she immediately melted into his embrace.

Jughead's hand squeezed Betty's waist and he showed her the time on his watch. 1:45.

"We should probably head to the next activity." He said.

Betty nodded, finding directions on her phone as they moved down the stairs back to street level. The Chocolate Story was not a far walk, situated in the main shopping district. They arrived twenty minutes early for their tour, and had the chance to take a quick tour of the gift shop ahead of time.

The tour guide announced that the next tour would be starting and they all made their way to a large elevator. Three floors and many samples later, they emerged once more into the gift shop. Something caught Jughead's eye before they left.

"Hey, Betts. I think I found our rings." He grabbed two plastic rings with chocolate diamonds on the top.

Betty held out her left hand to him and allowed him to slide the ring on.

"It's perfect." Betty kissed his cheek and they bought the rings. "I can't wait to marry you."

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Day turned into night and they found themselves at an Italian restaurant for dinner. A large round table with a family style meal at the center. Glasses of wine filled to the brim and a full basket of breadsticks had everyone in a great mood.

After they had all dished up lasagna and were well on their way to being wine drunk, Jughead and Betty stood up to speak.

"So, I think now is a good time to say a few things. Since we won't exactly be having an engagement party, we wanted to thank you all for supporting us with this huge life change." Betty said. "And I'm so glad the four of you get to be part of the big day."

"Actually," Reggie started. "I don't know what exactly I'm doing."

"Ah, yes. You have a very important job." Jughead said. "So we all know that Archie and Veronica will be best man and maid of honor. Cheryl, we'd love if you would officiate."

Cheryl nodded smugly. "I promise I will say only nice things."

"And Reggie. I am trusting you with what may be the most important thing in my life." Betty elbowed him. "Second most important thing. Reggie, I want you to be the official wedding photographer."

Reggie stared, his mouth falling open slightly in shock. "Seriously? You would trust me with your camera?"

"For this instance, yes. And as much as I hate to admit it, you know how to make things look good."

Reggie stood suddenly and immediately wrapped his arms around Jughead. "I knew you liked me, dude."

"Okay okay… that's enough." Jughead pulled away. "And now that all of that is out of the way… let's eat!"

The meal left them exhausted, and they had an early night in. Fast approaching the end of their trip, they were all exhausted enough to fall immediately asleep back at the bed and breakfast. Betty fell asleep first, her head resting on Jughead's chest as he brushed her hair with his fingers. Jughead followed soon after, falling into a restful slumber with the slightest of smiles on his face.

"Can we just stay in bed forever?" Betty said the next morning. She'd been awake for fifteen minutes, curled happily in Jughead's arms, before he stirred and pulled her closer.

"I wish we could," Jughead yawned. "But we have a wedding to prepare for."

Betty sighed, but knew he was right. "I was thinking maybe I don't need a dress. Let's just hang out and enjoy our last day in York."

Jughead leaned in to catch her lips in a slow, sweet kiss. "As you wish."

They stayed in bed for another forty-five minutes before they got dressed and ventured into the lobby where they ordered a full English breakfast. Before long they were back on the narrow, winding streets of York. It seemed in this city, all roads lead back to the church. With the six of them together, they were able to get group pricing on admission, and toured the grand building.

"I'm just saying, I could marry you guys right here right now." Cheryl said for the third time since they'd entered the building.

"And I'm just saying," Betty replied. "I don't want to get married in a church. We chose the Lake District for a reason. You'll understand when we get there."

"Speaking of which, what time is our train tonight?" Veronica asked.

"Five o'clock. I booked an Airbnb in Windermere and it's right on the lake." Betty thought she'd probably already told them this, but then again her mind has been on other things lately.

"Well, I think I want to head back to the bed and breakfast and pack up. I don't think I can do any more walking today."

"I'm going back too." Cheryl said, looping her arm with Veronica's.

The men shrugged but would obviously would be following them back.

"We'll meet you at four o'clock to head to the train station." Betty waved them off and returned to her fiancé's side.

"And then there were two." He said, his arm coming around her shoulder.

Betty kissed him, but didn't speak as they started walking back into the shopping district. It was busy, with both tourists and locals moving through the many small shops. Betty had given up on finding a dress, but when they passed a boutique with a white dress in the window, she couldn't help but look.

"Can we go in?"

"Please don't tell me you fell in love with a dress on the mannequin."

"I did not fall in love." Betty argued. "I just like it and want to see if they have my size."

As it turned out, they did have her size. She modeled the dress for Jughead… ignoring all superstitions. The lace dress fell just past her knee, with sleeves reaching to her elbows.

"That's the one." Jughead said from where he sat on a small stool next to the three way mirror.

"Really?" Betty smiled. "I just… I never imagines myself in a dress like this."

"Betts, that's the one." He walked over to stand behind her so they both stared back into the mirror. "You have not stopped smiling since you saw it and you look fucking gorgeous."

"What are you going to wear?" She asked tearfully, smoothing down the dress with just the tips of her fingers.

"Oh I found this while I was waiting." He held out a grey button up shirt, sleeves rolled to elbow length.

"I can't believe this is really happening." Betty turned to fully fall into his embrace.

"I also found footwear and possibly some rings." Jughead said when Betty returned to the fitting room to change her clothes. "This store is legitimately a godsend."

Jughead led her to a different section of the store, where rain boots were lined up. A bright pink pair stood at the forefront, and while Betty reached for them Jughead found his size in a plain black pair. The rings were near the register, made of silver but with no gem. They found an almost matching pair, made up of silver swirls in a Celtic design. The clerk bagged up their items and Jughead handed over his credit card.

It was three o'clock by the time they left the shop.

"You ready to go?" Jughead asked.

"Yeah, next stop… wedding venue."

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Their Airbnb in Windermere had only two rooms, and they'd split up the couples for the night. It was Veronica's request that Betty and Jughead not spend the night together. Though they would not be able to avoid seeing each other before the ceremony the next day, they would hold to this one tradition for the night before

"Good morning, bride." Veronica had been cuddling Betty all night. She squeezed her in a tight hug before rolling out of the double bed they had shared. "Are you ready to get married?"

"Very ready if it means my days of sharing a bed with you are over."

"I am astonished at you Betty Cooper."

"Don't tell me you wouldn't rather be in bed with someone else…" Betty rolled over to watch Veronica as she ran around the room arranging the girls outfits with their shoes and jewelry.

"Today, there's nowhere I'd rather be than getting you ready for your wedding." Veronica came back to sit on the side of the bed. She took Betty's cheeks in her hands and planted a big, wet kiss on her forehead. "You are going to be the most gorgeous bride."

"Thanks, V." Betty finally let her friend pull her out of bed and toward the attached bathroom. "Where's Cher?"

"Oh, I sent her with Jughead to get flowers."

"You sent Cheryl and Jughead together? By themselves?"

"Yes, not my smartest idea to be fair. But they were both feeling a bit antsy and I really needed them to take their nervous energy elsewhere."

Veronica already had her makeup brushes and accompanying makeup set up across the bathroom counter, and the curling iron already hot. Veronica kept the look simple, to match with the dress and outdoor venue. The forecast had a low possibility of rain later in the afternoon, but Veronica used her best waterproof makeup regardless.

A knock came to the bedroom door. "You girls almost ready? Time's a wastin'!"

"We need twenty more minutes, Archiekins." Veronica replied. "Just need to get dressed. Send Cheryl in."

Cheryl slid through the door and immediately grabbed her dress where it was hanging in the closet. All black lace and skin tight, it was a fitting statement for her role in the wedding. Veronica had found one bright pink dress buried deep in her suitcase. She very rarely wore such bright colors, but insisted that since it matched Betty's boots it was the official color of the wedding.

Betty stood in front of the mirror in her own dress. Her curls fell just to her shoulders, her lips and fingernails a matching shade of pink. Veronica came up behind her holding her boots.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

They took a short taxi ride to Rydal, where they found the start of their hike. Betty and Jughead led the group through the trees and up steep hills until they saw the Rydal Caves loom up ahead of them. Jughead was still wearing his camera around his neck and lifted it to his eye. Fog was settling over the lake and had begun to creep up the hillside.

"That will hang on our wall when we get home." He said.

"Isn't it time you handed over the camera to Reggie?" Betty asked when they finally reached the entrance of the cave.

Jughead stared fondly at the camera, but did eventually hook the strap around Reggie's neck. "Take care of him for me."

"Come on, boys." Cheryl took the arms of Jughead and Reggie. "You too Archie."

Cheryl took the boys about fifteen feet away, stopping in front of a large boulder just outside the cave. Veronica took Betty's hands in her own. Her eyes already showed evidence of tears building up.

"You look amazing." She said, pulling Betty in for a hug. "Now let's go get you married before the rain starts."

Veronica nodded to Cheryl, who positioned the boys and started playing Canon in D on her phone. Betty hooked her arm through Veronica's as they walked the short distance. Betty was vaguely aware of the camera clicking, but had grown so used to having her picture taken that she paid no attention to it. Instead, all she saw was Jughead standing with his hands clasped in front of him.

Betty passed her flowers to Veronica and took Jughead's hands in her own. She already felt the tears precariously caught on her lower lid. Jughead reached up and caught the tear before it could fall.

"We are gathered here today, to witness the joining of two souls in marriage, Betty and Jughead." Cheryl started. "Betty, I've known you for seventeen years, since we were preschool together… and Jughead I've only known you for five and half weeks. I think by now, we all know each other pretty well by now. One thing you probably know about me is that I tend to focus a lot on myself and not concern myself with other people's life. Well, despite that… I have noticed the two of you growing closer since the start of this thing."

Betty laughed, remembering how Cheryl had been the first to realize the two of them were together.

"Jughead, you couldn't have picked a better lady to make you happy. And Betty, you couldn't have picked a more loyal man to take care of you for the rest of your lives. I really hope you wrote your own vows."

"I'll go first, because otherwise I'll cry through the whole thing." Betty said. "I did write something last night, but now it just doesn't feel quite right. Jughead, I love you in a way that I can't even understand. From the day we met all you wanted to do was make me happy, and it worked out so beautifully that you were always what made me happy. Even in all of the amazing places we've been, you were always what made it great. I look forward to the future, knowing that you will continue make my life amazing from now on."

By now, Betty had tears falling fully down her cheeks. Jughead pulled her into a tight hug and held her until the tears subsided.

"I'm fine, I'm fine… your turn." She said tearfully. "Before I start crying again."

"Okay…" Jughead took a breath, finding it difficult to find his voice. "I loved you from the first day I saw you. I was truly terrified of my feelings because I had never felt that way before. You are so caring, strong, and beautiful. You said before that you are happy when you're with me, well you're my happy place too. I can't believe a girl like you could fall for a guy like me. But I'm so glad you did."

Betty couldn't help the soft sob that fell from her lips.

"Don't you cry, Betts." Jughead wiped her cheeks again. "It's taking everything I have to keep my tears in my eyes."

"If you're finished with your vows, we'll move on to the rings." Cheryl said. The light pitter patter of rain could be heard on the lake and a few drops landed on their arms. "Archie, the rings."

Archie produced the rings from his inner pocket.

"Betty, do you take Jughead to be your husband?"

"I do." She replied, sliding the ring onto Jughead's finger.

"Jughead, do you take Betty to be your wife?"

"I do." He slipped the ring onto her delicate finger, but didn't let go of her hand.

"Without further ado, I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs…" She paused. "Wait, are we hyphenating or-"

"Jones." Betty finished. Jughead glanced at her. They hadn't discussed it, but he'd assumed they'd hyphenate or keep their own names. "I want to take your name."

"Mr. and Mrs. Jones." Cheryl finished. "Jughead, you may now kiss your bride."

As soon as their lips touched, the sky opened up and poured down on them. Neither Jughead or Betty pulled away as they were drenched. Instead, Jughead's arms only wrapped around her tighter as he deepened the kiss. His first kiss with his wife had to memorable, even if it meant being soaked from head to toe.

Finally, when Jughead's shirt was fully clinging to his body and Betty shivered under his touch, he pulled away. Betty noticed their friends had disappeared. She turned toward the cave to see them hiding from the rain, but still watching as Betty and Jughead ignored the weather around them.

Betty turned back to Jughead, her lips brushing ever so lightly over his own. "I love you."

"I love you too." Jughead's hand moved up behind her neck and pulled her lips fully back to his. "I love you so fucking much."

Betty laughed into the kiss and held him tight, knowing her life would forever be filled with moments as amazing as these.

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A/N: Only two chapters left to go! Please let me know what you think! What should they do on their honeymoon? Other than the obvious, of course.

#bughead #bughead fanfic #bughead fanfiction #betty x jughead #betty cooper #jughead jones #riverdale fanfic #riverdale fanfiction #bughead au #riverdale #riverdale au #edit #wanderlust fic

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misslens18 · 6 years

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The breakout

Guys, I’m trying to cope with the whole conversion therapy storyline right now. I basically sat in front of my laptop and wrote this without further preparation. I’m not a native speaker, so please excuse any mistakes. I know the story is dark, but I think to be as real as possible would be the most reasonable choice. There will be a happy end though, if someone is interested in another chapter. And before reading: you might be triggered concerning violence or depression, just be warned.

After entering the secret tunnel Veronica discovered, Toni literally ran for her life. The thought of Cheryl being alone in this hell hole made her sick to her stomach and if she didn’t find the redhead soon, she would never forgive herself.

Finally, she reached a massive iron door, blocked with a heavy lock. Toni fiddled with her hair until she found what she was looking for. The bobby pin was small, while the lock was solid, but as a Serpent, the pink haired girl had picked several locks in the past. 3 minutes later the padlock finally cracked and Toni didn’t hesitate one second, running into the hallway like a maniac. Quickly checking the doors and their inside with the help of the little stationary windows, Toni jogged further into the building, until she found herself at the very last door on the right.

C. Blossom. Her heart skipped a beat, but seemed to stop right away at the sight presented to her when she peeked through the window. Cheryl was lying on the bed, curled up and shaking horribly. The muffled sounds of the redhead crying broke the Serpent’s heart into a million pieces.

Not wanting to alarm someone, Toni silently started to pick the lock, which was much harder now, because she was trembling with fear and desperation. A few times, her hands slipped and the pink haired girl hurt her fingers, but she didn’t care, even though she was bleeding. The only thing on her mind in this moment was to save Cheryl, which eclipsed every other feeling she might have.

Finally, the lock gave in and Toni stumbled into the small, dim lit room.

Terrified by the sudden noise, Cheryl rolled over in her bed with panic in her tear-filled eyes. The look on her face made the Serpent wince. The redhead seemed to be doubting her presence, maybe due to her body filled up with medication.

“Toni? Is that you?”

The pink haired girl couldn’t withhold herself anymore and rushed to the bed, carefully taking the redhead’s hands into her own.

“Yes, Cher, it’s me. We don’t have much time, but I’m going to get you out of here, okay? And if it’s the last thing that I do. You’re safe with me now. Veronica is waiting outside to drive us back to Riverdale, where you will stay at my trailer. It’s going to be okay, I promise. But we have to leave now, baby, can you do that?”

Cheryl nodded, a little dazed, but Toni knew that she understood. She helped the redhead get out of her bed and supported her with both arms. Toni then took Cheryl’s hand and both girls left the room and rushed towards the exit. But before Toni could touch the handle, the door opened itself.

A nun with an evil countenance entered the hallway and glared at the girls. Based on Cheryl’s reaction, Toni knew they were in trouble. The redhead gasped for air and immediately ducked, as if expecting strokes, which broke Toni’s heart the hundredth time in 48 hours.

“Where do you think you’re going with this lunatic?” the nun barked furiously.

Toni felt her body tense up and the fury she was holding back the past hours came to light as she whipped out her knife and held it to the nun’s throat, which made Cheryl wheeze in shock.

“Listen, you filthy grimalkin. If you don’t let us through, you’ll regret it. And, more importantly: if you tell her mother that she’s gone, I will know. I’m a Southside Serpent and if you snitch, I will come back for you with my fellow Serpents and tear this place down. Understood?”

The nun, whose facial expression had turned from malicious to terrified, just nodded and stepped aside. Neither Toni nor Cheryl hesitated and both girls ran like the devil himself was after them. Finally outside, Veronica rapidly hurried to her car and started the engine, while Toni maneuvered Cheryl to the backseat, before sitting next to her. With squeaking wheels, Veronica sped down the driveway and steered the car towards the highway.

The three girls simultaneously released a deep breath they didn’t knew they were holding and Toni held tight to Cheryl, who was starting to tremble less and breathe steadier.

“It’s okay, baby. You’re with me now. It’s over.” Toni whispered softly and placed a kiss on the redhead’s forehead, who curled up in the Serpent’s lap and fell asleep immediately.

The pink haired girl took a breath and looked at Veronica, who was checking on the girls in her rear-view mirror.

“Are you alright, Toni? It seemed to be pretty intense in there.” The black haired girls asked gently.

“I’m fine. Well, at least now. Don’t tell Cheryl that I said that, but the first moment I saw her I was terrified that I lost her. She looked so… devastated. As if she didn’t recognise me. God knows what they did to her.” She added with a suppressed growl, tears welling up in her eyes. “I just… when I took her hands, I saw the bruises all over her arms and her eyes… Veronica, they were empty. Like someone teared down her soul and left nothing but a husk of her…”

Toni was crying hard now and Veronica gave her a cordial look. “Toni, I think we are both not able to even imagine what Cheryl went through, but try to see this: she did recognise you. It’s not too late. Yes, she will be traumatized and it will be a tough road to recovery. But as long as she’s with you, I’m not worried. I can tell by the look in her eyes when she talks to you. That night at the slumber party, I wondered why she even invited you in the first place, but then I saw her speak to you. The Cheryl everyone in school knows as HBIC would never display such a soft and tender way of looking at someone. You really mean a lot to her and with you by her side, I think she can manage to get over this.”

Hearing Veronica’s words prompted a ton of emotions going through the Serpent’s head. She felt a lump in her throat and looked down at the girl lying on her lap, sleeping (finally) peacefully. And despite the awful circumstances, Toni’s lips formed a light smile at the thought of Cheryl caring for her. And one thing she was absolutely sure about: she, Toni Topaz, would never ever leave Cheryl’s side as long as she lived. That was a silent promise she was going to keep forever.

#riverdale #cheryl x toni #choni #cheryl blossom #toni topaz

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shay-del-rey · 6 years

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Burning Desire | Sweet Pea x Reader

Fandom: Riverdale

Rating: T

Words: 1439

Pairings: Cheryl Blossom/Toni Topaz, Reader x Sweet Pea

Summary: While tagging along to meet Cheryl’s mystery lover, Reader catches the eye of a certain raven-haired Serpent.

A/N: Fic title is based off of Queen Lana’s Burning Desire. Also, I hope I’ve done justice to Cheryl in this fic. If not, forgive me!! (hides in a corner).

“FOR the last time, Cher, I’m not wearing that…scrap of cloth!”

The redhead was undeterred as she looked at your form and mused, lips pursed. The two of you were in her room as she looked through her mammoth closet to pick out swimwear.

Today, Cheryl was in the mood to go out, trademark maple red lipstick, sunnies and designer hat on as she flaunted her figure in a stylish, red monokini that emphasised her ample assets and made her look stunning. As Cheryl Blossom always did.

You had no qualms about pleasing your best friend, patiently waiting as she tried on one bathing suit after another. However, you drew the line when she emerged from her closet with a risqué bikini that made you blush just by looking at it.

“I didn’t know you were such an old biddy, Y/N. You’re beautiful and you’ve got assets. You need to show them off. Besides, this is Agua Bendita. It is designer and I got it for you.”

You frowned. “I don’t care. And what’s wrong with what I plan to wear?”

“Do you really want me to tell you, little elf?”

You glanced down at your outfit, a simple black vest, shorts and flip-flops. “I look fine, Cher.”

“Nah nah. No best friend of mine is going out looking like a hobo.”

“I am not changing! Besides, why do you want go out anyway? And to the quarry, no less? Are you hoping to catch the eye of a Serpent or something?”

Cheryl glared at you before flipping her hair and holding out the bikini for you to take.

“Wear this, or I’m telling everyone about the little rendezvous you had with Mantle a few months ago. Do the words “sex in a closet” ring a bell?”

Your eyes widened and you looked at your devil-of-a-friend, unamused.

“We promised never to talk about my moment of weakness.”

“No, you promised never to talk about it. Besides, have you met me?”

“Unfortunately, I have. You fight dirty, Blossom,” you said as you snatched the clothing from her hands and turned to change, ignoring the megawatt smile on her face.

As you turned to see yourself in the mirror, you were admittedly shocked to see the black piece did look great. Apparently, Cheryl thought so too.

“Told you so.”

As you pulled on your shorts and vest again, you thought about Cheryl’s weird behaviour the past few weeks.

You had a sneaking suspicion that the Blossom heiress was involved with someone, and her latest request of going to the quarry of all places, just cemented your speculations.

Everyone knew the quarry was the hangout spot for the younger members of the Southside Serpents. Maybe Cheryl was dating a Serpent?

Before you could wonder further, the subject of your thoughts popped in front of you, fake gagging at the cover-up outfit.

“You are such a walking tragedy, little elf.”

“Love you too, Cher.”

WARMTH filled the air when you halted the car near a secluded spot that was also, according to Cheryl, perfect for sunbathing.

Your arrival had also drawn the attention of a few teenagers who had congregated some meters away from where you were, some perched on their motorcycles while others swam.

As you put the car in park, your best friend touched up her make-up before she exited. You rolled your eyes as you got her bag and locked the car.

“I’m not your mule, your Highness,” you told her.

“No, you’re an elf.”

You sighed in exasperation as you looked around the quarry. Interestingly, you caught Cheryl stealing glances at a pink-haired girl dressed in jean shorts, a crop top and boots.

Ah, so that was it. Cheryl’s mystery lover was a Southside Serpent. And from the heated, yearning glances she gave the girl, you knew your best friend was in deep.

You cleared your throat before you remarked. “She’s pretty, Cher.”

Cheryl tore her eyes away to look at you in apprehension. “I wasn’t sure how to tell you…”

“Why? It’s not as if I would judge you. So, Ice Queen, how long has this been going on?”

She sighed as she fiddled with a folding chair she had procured from God knew where.

“A few months. I saw her at the drag race and well, let’s just say I was intrigued.”

“What’s her name?”

“Toni Topaz.”

“Hmmm…Topaz and Blossom. It has a nice ring to it. So what happened between you two?”

“We fought. She’s too moody.”

You bit back a laugh at that statement. Cheryl, queen of the whiplash mood change, had apparently found her match.

During a lull in the conversation, you had just opened up Stephen King’s Carrie when Cheryl sat up and fumed.

“How dare that snake put his hands on her?”

You looked towards the Serpents and saw a tall, black-haired male who had Toni locked in a faux-headlock as they both laughed.

“Oh shit,” you muttered as Cheryl sprung up and walked towards the group. You hurried after her but could not stop your best friend as she slapped the handsome guy. His head swung to the side, revealing a tattoo on his neck.

“Keep your hands off my girl,” Cheryl fumed.

“Oh, we’re dead.” You muttered as the Serpents looked shocked at the sight of a Northside princess glaring at their leader.

The tension was broken when Toni laughed and nudged Cheryl. “Your girl, huh? Took you long enough to acknowledge me, Princess,” she said before turning her attention to you. “Hi, we haven’t met before. I’m Toni,” she said before extending a hand towards you.

“I’m Y/N. And I think you two need to talk.”

“Fair enough, elf,” Cheryl said before she walked away as Toni followed.

You turned your attention to the boy in front of you, who still looked dumbfounded. He was quite a stunner, lithe with sinewy muscles and at least 6’5 with shaggy raven hair.

His face was red from the force of Cheryl’s slap as he turned his attention from the two girls engaged in a hushed conversation to you.

“Are you okay?” you asked him.

He raised an eyebrow as he folded his arms across his chest. The white t-shirt he donned accentuated the flexed muscles as he smirked.

“Your friend is a little firecracker,” he remarked, amused.

“You have no idea.”

“Are all Northside girls so…batshit insane?”

You smirked at him. “Nah, just a select few.”

“You part of the select few?”

You shrugged. “No one has bothered to find out.”

A wolfish grin took over his face as he swept his eyes over you, his brown hues darkening. “The name’s Sweet Pea.”

“Y/N.”

“So…wanna hang out some time?”

Wolf whistles sounded from the rest of the Serpents.

“Are you asking me out?”

He shrugged. “Toni’s got her hands full with a “spirited” Northsider. Maybe I wanna see what it’s like.”

You blushed beetroot red as there was a chorus of ‘yeses’ and ‘Go Pea!’ from the rest of the Serpents.

“Ugh, can you two stop already? I’m going to puke,” Cheryl said, approaching the group again, hand in hand with Toni.

“You’re one to talk, Cher. As if we didn’t just witness the sappiest lover’s reunion,” you retorted.

“You can do so much better than The Abominable Snowman here,” she gestured to Sweet Pea.

You rolled your eyes as Cheryl clapped her hands.

“We’re going to get some alone time. Cha cha Y/N. Don’t have too much fun! I’ll text you later.” she said before allowing Toni to lead her to her motorcycle.

“Wait, you’re leaving me here?! What the hell, Cher?”

She was undeterred. “Stay and flirt with Yeti over there. Though try not to jump him, he hasn’t even taken you out on a date.”

She blew a kiss before she joined Toni on her motorcycle and the two sped away as you watched helplessly.

Ugh, you were going to kill Cheryl Blossom.

You turned and to your surprise, the Serpents had gone back to their regular conversations. All except one, who held two beers and offered you one.

You shook your head. “I should go.”

“Why? Stay. I don’t bite. Well, not unless I’m asked to.”

Your cheeks reddened. “I don’t even know you.”

“So get to know me.”

A sincere smile was fixed on his face as he offered you the beer once more. You accepted and his smile widened.

Your eyes stayed locked on each other as you lifted the can to your lips to take a sip, not knowing a similar smile was etched on your face too.

Maybe you wouldn’t kill Cheryl. Yet.

#riverdale #the cw riverdale #riverdale imagines #sweet pea imagines #sweet pea x reader #southside serpents #sweet pea appreciation #sweet pea fan club #sweetpeaspodsquad #jordan connor #jordan connor imagines #toni topaz #cheryl blossom #toni x cheryl #choni

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sailorgreywolf-legacy · 5 years

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There is some semi (not really NSFW) France/Mexico under the cut. You were warned.

Mexico made no secret of the fact that he was not happy with this arrangement, but France had seemed entirely unfazed by his harsh tone. When Mexico had said that he would never willingly end up in his bed, France had said with a smile on his face, “It’s an offer, not a demand. You can accept whenever you please. I will not be leaving any time soon.”

Then he had walked away. As he ate a quick dinner stubbornly away from France, Mexico was having trouble understanding why an empire who had conquered him had taken no as an answer so easily. It ran counter to everything he knew of Europeans and empires. He had accepted when the war was lost that he would have no choice.

Francis had never made any secret of his attraction, nor his intention. So, why would he not take it now that he could force the issue?

He turned the question over in his mind as he prodded at his food moodily with his fork. There was a budding awareness in the back of his mind that France was treating him with a degree of respect that he was not accustomed to.

He pushed the plate away, no longer interested in it. He had to reconcile himself to being cordial for however long France’s military hold over him lasted. So, he would not hurt to make himself friendly to France. If he knew that there was no risk of being forced into bed, then he could stomach it. It would be better than waiting on his own.

As he stood up to go find France, the door opened. The mortal who walked through it spoke as soon as he entered the room, “Francis would like to extend an invitation to you to join him.”

Mexico was struck silent for a moment. He had intended to seek out the Frenchman, but had no expected to get an invitation. Less eloquently than usual, he replied, “Tell him that I accept.”

He did not question the words until they had already left his mouth. Then, it occurred to him that he was jumping at the chance with no idea what he was going to do. The most he could do was talk to his conqueror and build some trust, but to what end? He could not deny that he was craving the company. Did he really plan to spend the entire occupation sulking alone? It would only make him miserable.

The thought crossed his mind, as well, that he didn’t find France’s offer as unappealing as he had said. France was a handsome man, and there was something very refined and charming about him. But, Mexico told himself that it was purely for social comfort.

So, he walked out of the room to find France. Stepping into the room was like stepping into a different world. It was light and airy, like a painting brought to life. Mexico knew the room, though he had not spent much time at Chapultepec in years, but the space felt foreign to him. It was as though France had brought some French charm with him and used it to change the world around him to his liking.

The curtains were closed, and the room was lit by so many candles. There seemed to be cakes or sweets on the remaining surfaces. There was something heady about the scent of chocolate in the air.

Mexico felt some of his resolve melt. There was so much temptation all around, and he felt himself staring at all the decadence wondering where France had conjured them from.

His eyes did not, at first, go directly to the blonde man sitting on one of the couches. France looked more like a courtier than a conqueror. His shirt was open far enough to reveal his chest. His blonde hair was freed from its usual ponytail, and was curling provocatively around his shoulders.

His eyes brightened as he caught sight of Mexico. He was undoubtedly amused by the expression on the younger man’s face. France spoke, “Come sit with me.”

He gestured to the spot on the couch next to him. There was enough room for the offer to be chaste, but Mexico was not so naive as to believe that; he could see the look of deep lust in the other’s eyes. But, he found himself walking to the spot anyway.

France had made it clear that if he was uncomfortable, he could say no. That was the option, he reminded himself, if this went further than he was comfortable.

But, in this atmosphere, it felt like nothing could be uncomfortable. He sat on the comfortable couch that he did not remember owning. France turned to him with a small smile and said, “I am glad you accepted. I feel like you have misunderstood the nature of our arrangement.”

Mexico cast him what he hoped was a withering glance. He understood perfectly well that he was under occupation and he knew what that meant. He said, “I understand perfectly well.” France fixed him with a soft blue stare and spoke, “I have not made myself clear. I am not Antonio; I will not insist that you do anything. I am not Alfred; I will not take your territory. If you want to ignore me while I support my own interests, and I will not stop you.”

Mexico scoffed and cast a longing eye at a plate of small chocolate cakes sitting so temptingly close. For all of his resistance, he had always had a sweet tooth, and it was calling to him. When had he last let himself indulge? He said, trying to keep his mind on one thing, “You know I won’t do that.”

France leaned closer and Mexico found himself looking him directly in his eyes. They were so dazzlingly blue. France reached past him and picked up one of the cakes. He then said, his voice softer now that he was closer to Mexico, “I was counting on that. You are too clever and curious to stay away.”

He paused for a moment before bringing the cake to Mexico’s eye level. He said, “I think you will find that it can be quite enjoyable if you will allow me.”

Mexico wanted to tell him that the had no interest in enjoying anything. But, his stomach wanted something different, and there was no harm in a little treat. He took the cake from France’s hand and took a bite of it.

It was sweet and irresistibly deep. For a moment, Mexico forgot that he was sitting right next to an empire, and let himself focus on the taste. France ran one hand softly up the side of Mexico’s face and said, “You see, it can be quite pleasant. There is no commitment, just pleasure.”

The touch sent little sparks of sensation down Mexico’s neck. He was suddenly very aware that no one had touched him like that in years. He had not had a lover since America had stabbed him in the back. That pain had driven him from every liaison. A craving, deeper than any he felt for the cake or the company, bloomed in his gut.

France continued with a little sly smile, “So, have you thought about my offer?” Mustering his only resistance, Mexico said, “I am considering it.”

He knew the coyness hid very little. France was used to seduction enough to know when a deflection was just that. He put his other hand on Mexico’s thigh. It sent another set of sparks through him and drove the craving even lower in his body.

The blonde leaned in close, so close that Mexico thought he might take the initiative and kiss him. He could smell the subtle perfume on the blonde hair and it was intoxicating. France whispered in his ear, “I want you to say yes so I can ravish you. I want to find every sensitive spot on your beautiful body. I want to make you tremble with pleasure. I want to hear your lovely voice moan my name. All you need to do is say you want that too. Do you?”

Mexico felt the lust in his gut burning and demanding that there was no way he could turn it down. He wanted more viscerally than he had felt in decades and France was offering that, with no commitment at all. As he met France’s eyes again, he found his voice and said, “Yes, I do.”

It felt like an admission to the most carnal of cravings, but it was hard to feel ashamed. As France joined their lips, it felt so right. He tasted like sweet wine and roses, and Mexico gladly kissed him deeply. It felt so good, so right to let himself give in to this.

One of France’s hands was leaving light touches up his thigh, and the other moved up his neck. Without breaking the kiss, or even opening his eyes, France undid the knot holding Mexico’s hair in a ponytail.

He ran his fingers through it, as he finally pulled back from the kissed and left Mexico pulling in deep breaths. Mexico felt lightheaded as he let himself be pulled into France’s lap.

His skin was burning with need, and it felt like France was playing with him. Unbidden, a needy whine escaped his throat. France chuckled, “We have all the time in the world, mon cher. There is no need for that.” Mexico countered, “You promised me bliss. I expect to be in heaven.”

France took Mexico’s shirt firmly in hand, and pulled it off. He said, amusement in his voice, “I will have to teach you some patience. I’m not going to be abrupt. That is no way to treat someone as beautiful as you.” Mexico took his shirt all the way off, balled up the shirt, and threw it away, so his chest was bare.

France leaned forward and ran his tongue up his chest. Mexico let out a breathy moan. He had missed this so much more than he had realized. It had been so long, and the sensation was welcome.

France left light kisses up his neck. Mexico felt the other’s hand move down him back and dip beneath the waistband of his pants. It was slow, teasing. France finished his slow progress up his neck and spoke in Mexico’s ear again, “Do you like that?”

His tone was smooth and sensual, inviting the response. Mexico wrapped his arms securely around the blonde’s shoulders and said firmly, “I want more.” France purred, “So demanding.”

He joined their lips again, his touch firm but still gentle. As they kissed, France took his hand from Mexico’s lower back and started to work on his own pants. Hungrily, Mexico pulled himself deeper into the kiss and rose up on his knees for a better angle and to allow France to take his pants off more easily.

France pulled away from the kiss only long enough to pull in a breath and say, “If you want me to stop, you need only say so.”

Mexico looked into his eyes and felt a profound control. He could stop this moment, even when he had committed this much. But, that was not what he wanted. He was craving more with every fiber of his being, and it was fully his choice. He replied, “I really want this tonight.”

A smirk curled up the corner of the blonde’s mouth. He said, “Only for tonight?” Mexico let out a short laugh and replied, “I’ll decide later.” He paused before adding, “If you impress me.”

#just a drabble #i have had this sitting around for a while #but I finally finished it

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hamilkilo · 6 years

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If Apples Were Pears and Peaches Were Plums, I’d Love You Just the Same

Prompt: I know there’s been a lot of fat shaming and stuff of the like but people fail to realize that people also get shamed for being too flat (ex. No butt, no chest). I fall into that category, so can I please get a poly!hamilsquad x reader where the reader is feeling a little insecure about being so small?

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

TW: body image issues, spicy themes(no sex, still spicy), fluff!!!

A/N: I know that the prompt here implies she/her pronouns, but the reality of body image is that guys are largely unrepresented when it comes to body acceptance. I also feel like this could apply to any pronouns, because the take away is still the same. I really hope y’all like this! As always, if you want me to tag something, please let me know! I want you to feel safe while reading my work! I love y’all! Happy reading!

Word Count: 1758

Body image. Always such a controversial topic. It’s never about the perfect body. It’s always about too fat, too thin, too skinny, too big, to small, too average. You can’t recall a single person you’ve ever met that ever loved themself and the way they looked one hundred percent.

Growing up, you had always been on the rather small side. Your grandmother had called you “nothing but skin and bones” for a majority of your childhood. Your friend’s mom once commented that “a gust of wind might blow you away.” You tried not to let it get to you, but more often than not, it did.

Recently, there had been an uproar of body positivity, a campaign encouraging women to love their bodies, any and every type. You loved the idea of it, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t apply it to yourself. Maybe it was because you’d found it so hard to admit it to yourself. After all, men weren’t supposed to feel insecure about their own bodies.

One night, you had been cuddling on the couch with Herc when he ran his thumb over your rubs. He had been softly caressing your side, but when you felt his thumb skirt over the outline of your bones, you tensed and bit your lip. All of your insecurities came to surface. You found yourself pulled away from his embrace.

“You okay, babe?” He asked you with soft eyes, and you shrugged. You tried to play it off. Real men don’t admit their insecurities and shortcomings.

“Yeah, just warm. You’re like a furnace, Herc,” you chuckled, and he grinned bashfully.

“I know… Maybe less clothes would help?” He suggested, and you blushed, your face feeling hot.

“Haha, smooth.”

He rolled his eyes at you, grabbing you and pulling you on top of him as he fell backwards onto the couch. “Thanks, I try to be…”

You placed your hands on his chest to hold yourself up. You felt heated in this situation, your securities being the only things that held you back from ripping his clothes off.

You felt him trace his fingers over the curve of your lower lip, and you met his curious eyes. “What’s running through that beautiful brain of yours, baby?”

You looked down, unsure of admitting it to him, but he brought your chin up and met your gaze.

“You can tell me anything, Y/N.” You bit your lip again.

“I…” How do you say that you hate your body? That a toad couldn’t compare to Adonis? “Herc? Do you ever… Like, have you ever felt self conscious?”

He tilted his head thoughtfully. “Do you mean about my personality, my appearance, my sense of fashion-”

“Appearance,” you mumbled, and you felt his hands gently grip your hips.

“Sometimes, yeah,” he admitted, his thumb skimming beneath the fabric of your shirt. “I mean, I’m a big boy, I know that… I feel like people sometimes find me intimidating… I was always picked first in P.E., but I never wanted to play basketball or be a star on the football team… I just wanted to design clothes… For a long time, my parents found great difficulty in admitting that to themselves, and I did too. Sometimes, it’s hard for people to see a knife that’s useful for anything other than butchering… but it can be elegant, too, ya know? You can use it to cut open a package, cut out a design… it’s useful for more than what it’s meant to do. My hands, although they’re huge and perfect for ball handling, are also gentle enough for a soft caress, and they’re nimble enough for fine detail… Why do you ask?”

His words had moved you, and for a moment, you were lost for words. Your beautiful, perfect Herc, often felt self conscious, it seemed. “I… I sometimes feel like I don’t belong here. Like, I’m not attractive enough to deserve you guys. I’m small, flat, and lanky…”

You went to bury your face in your hands, but he caught your wrists, and then held your hands in his. “Y/N,” he breathed. “You’re nothing but perfect to us, so please don’t ever think otherwise.”

He moved so effortlessly and with such grace as he switched positions, holding you beneath him. His fingers softly traced over the silhouette of your frame. “I love the way your body moves when you reach up for the spice basket from the kitchen shelves…” He pressed a kiss to the hollow of your neck. “I love the way your chest heaves beneath me... “ He chuckled when he felt it. “Just like that.” He slid his right hand under your shirt. “I love the way goosebumps trace down your spine when I do that thing with my tongue you like so much…” You let your head fall back against the couch as he sucked on the sweet spot in your neck. “I love how you look beneath me…” He paused, and you looked up at him. He had pulled back enough for you to make eye contact, and he leaned forward. His lips just a breath away from yours. “But most importantly, I love you. I love you for who you are. You could look any way in the world, and I would love you regardless.”

He pressed his lips to yours then, in a sweet, loving kiss that melted away every dark thought in your mind. When you pulled away, he smiled at you, but a voice behind you interrupted.

“Are we talking about insecurities?” You quickly whipped around to see Alex perched on the arm of the couch, sipping his coffee. How long had he been there?

“Yeah…?” You answered as Herc helped you sit up.

“I overheard while I was in the kitchen refilling my coffee.” He stood and sat the half empty mug down. In Alex time, he hadn’t been there long. Otherwise, the mug would’ve been empty. “Y/N, I know what it is to be small.”

You felt your cheeks burn at the word you hated to much. It sounded like a curse word, the way he said it.

“I mean, I’m hardly 5’6” on a good day,” he added bitterly. “But, when I look at you, I do not think small… I think beautiful, gorgeous, crafted by God, and most importantly and miraculously, mine. I know I cannot erase away your insecurities with words of love, because, believe me, I’ve tried that on my own… But I want you to know that it’s okay to be insecure… Just know that others don’t see you that way. You don’t have to love every aspect of you to love yourself. There’s no pressure on you to ever look perfect. Besides, I find that perfect is pretty subjective to the eye of the beholder, and perhaps I’m biased, but you, my sweet, are the walking definition-” you cut his ramblings off with a kiss, almost knocking him back. You turned him so that his back was to the couch, and you pushed him down, straddling him, and Herc laughed from beside you two.

Things had started to progress past innocent kissing when John and Laf got back from grocery shopping and found you three in a heated make out session.

“Qu’est-ce c’est?” Laf asked as he sat his armful of groceries on the table beside the front door. John copied him, and they both watched in amusement.

“Y/N was feeling self conscious…” Alex admitted, and you swatted his arm. Great, now everyone knew. You didn’t want it to be a big deal.

John frowned, moving towards you. “Well, we can’t have that, now can we?”

“Oh no, Jack, we can’t,” Laf agreed, and they both advanced with predatory grins. Alex pulled away from you, offering no protection, as John scooped you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his hips to steady yourself, and he ran his nails down your back tauntingly. You felt Laf behind you, and you leaned back against his chest.

“Tell me, sweetheart, what’s got you down?” John drawled slowly. You tightenned your grip on his shoulders when you felt his hand squeeze your ass.

“I… I’m munchkin height and flat as a board,” you admitted with chagrin, and you looked away in shame. Tears burned your eyes. You’d never said that thought out loud. Not that way.

John growled and jerked your pelvis closer to his. “Well then, in that case, I’m really into munchkins.”

You couldn’t help it, a laugh bubbled from your chest. You’d never expected that reaction. “I’m gonna have to kinkshame ya for that one, Johnny.”

He gave you a cheeky grin. “Kinkshame all ya want, darlin’, that won’t stop me from lovin’ you.” He pressed a kiss to your neck, and you let your head fall back to Laf’s shoulder, and he began to kiss the other side.

“You… ‘appen to be… the perfect size for me to ‘old at night, mon cher,” Laf purred against you, and you bit back a moan.

“And you’re just big enough for all of us to love,” John murmured, and although the sentence was fairly innocent, the way he said it made it sound lewd… and you loved it.

“I love the way your back arches when I kiss this spot here,” John groaned as he pressed his lips to the spot where your shoulder met your neck, and you moaned, pressing back against Laf even harder.

“And I, mon ange, love the way your hips move when I run my hands down your torso,” Laf chuckled as he did exactly what he described, and your body corresponded.

“What… What else do you love about me?” You gasped as they had their way with you. You watched as John glanced devilishly at where you knew your other two boyfriends were.

“I dunno, guys… Should we show him?”

You knew the answer when you felt fingers tug at the hem of your pants.

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