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theorangepick · 3 months

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Entering the Unknown: Wild Goose Chase | Part 3

finally at the most prominent idea from the early drafts

Meanwhile, Pick and the gang find themselves on a mysterious ship of sorts. Pick looks at his watch and it detects abnormal activity.

Pick: Seems like this is the place. Or at least, the start.

Hyper: A spaceship?

Pick: Seems like it.

Icicle: Alright... le-

Icicle gets interrupted by a robotic voice.

Welcome to your first day on the job. This is your very own autopilot ship, where you will eat and sleep for the duration of your contract. <disclaimer> Make yourself at home. To complete the onboarding process, you will want to check the instruction manual and sign into your ship's computer terminal. We trust you will be a great asset to the company.

Sophia: *picks up the instruction manual* Apparently, we need to go to a moon, and pick up scrap from facilities on the moon, to meet a quota. Huh.

Pick: Well, I'm sure that is our way out then. Let's land the ship. 41-Experimentation, huh...

The ship lands and the crew heads towards the facility.

As they enter, they split up and look for scrap, though not straying too far from each other. After a while of running stuff to the ship and back, they amassed about 100c. They still went back in.

Though, they hadn't heard from Ender in a while. They found quickly however.

???: YIPPEE!!!

Pick peers into the hallway.

Pick: *scan* Oh, a Hoarding Bug. Hello...

He saw Red Ender's dead body laying next to an airhorn and the bug.

Pick: well... have fun then...

Pick went back to the ship. Looking at the monitors, he saw more death. Cyber had been killed by a fast-moving mannequin. He was not aware that you had to stare at it so it wouldn't move.

Pick ran back into the facility.

Pick: Icicle, Sophia, Hyper! We gotta leave.

Hyperspace and Sophia returned.

Sophia: *shaky* Icicle... fell into a pit...

Pick: That's fine, the manual said they'd respawn at the end.

Hyperspace: What is that??? IS THAT A GIRL???

Pick: You're going insane.

However, Hyper's spine was snapped swiftly by a shadow monster.

Pick: Ok, yep, we are leaving.

Looking at the fire exit outside, they saw a person carrying an Apparatus of sort, just as their systems said increased radiation.

Pick: Ah shit. I think that might be one of the shadow guy's goons.

Sophia: It's fine, we gotta get back.

As they went past the wall, they saw a big, eyeless dinosaur. Pick didn't know that it had no eyes, so he didn't bother moving slow. The dinosaur lunged at him, eating him up.

Sophia: *internal panic*

Sophia got to the ship without making noise and started it. As expected, everyone returned back to life.

Everyone except Sophia: we have seen shit.

Sophia: Seems like it... this company seems really lethal.

However, the person seen before was there in the shop. Panicking, he threw a portal down and escaped. However, the gang followed.

Bios Unlocked

Hoarding Bug - An innocent and happy little bug, until you touch its loot.

Coil-Head - A large, mannequin-like monster that can’t move when it is being looked at.

Ghost Girl - This girl haunts and slaughters employees one at a time. If you see her, leave now.

Bracken - This monster resembles a flower, but if you stare at it too long you'll be as alive as a wither rose.

Emily [REDACTED] - A young trans girl who joined Omnipresent to get rid of her dysphoria. However, she never read the contract she signed.

Eyeless Dog - The dogs can only hear, so best not make any noise or you'll be eaten.

Credits

Zeekerss - Lethal Company, the game this part is based on

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bitchinrichie · 5 years

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Fears of the Past ch 5

Major It ch 2 spoilers

I’m back y’all

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Walking to Neibolt this time around felt like you were walking on broken glass. You remember having nightmares for weeks and your dad having to console you almost every night. It was nothing compared to what happened to Stan or Bev however. You could feel Stan tense as you walked down Neibolt street and then he just stopped and stared at the house on the corner.

“Guys, I-I don’t think I can do this,” he shook his head and you saw a tear fall down his cheek- “I can't go back there, I’m sorry I can’t.”

“We’re all gonna be right there with you, I promise Stan.” Richie put a hand on his shoulder and Stan sighed.

“You’re brave, Stanley Uris, don’t you ever forget,” you whispered to him, wiping his tears and he nodded. Richie clapped his shoulder again and you made your way to the Neibolt house just as Bill approached the door.

“N-no guys, I h-have to do this a-alone, I got you into this mess in the f-first place because I needed to find G-Georgie,” Bill turned around and his shoulders slumped because he still blamed himself. Bev picked up an old iron bar from the fence,

“Well we aren’t leaving you now, losers stick together.” Bev gripped the bar tightly on her hand and no one moved. Bill sighed and nodded.

“Is anyone gonna say anything?” Eddie looked around.

“Richie said it best last time.” Bill looked toward and so did everyone else.

“I did? Uh I don’t wanna die?,” Bill shook his head- “It’s a good thing we aren’t measuring dicks?”

“Beep beep Richie,” you sighed in disgust and he stuck his tongue out at you.

“Let’s kill this fucking clown?” Bill nodded proudly and Richie straightened out and repeated with a deadly tone,

“Let’s kill this fucking clown.”

***

Following behind Eddie with Stan right behind you, gripping your hand for dear life, you all entered the house with a shudder. It was still as gross and dank as you remembered, You followed Eddie, who has followed Bill and Richie into the old kitchen that led to the basement.

All of a sudden Ben starts screaming in pain and the door between the kitchen and the front room is slammed shut. You banged on the door but it wouldn’t budge and then the fridge started shaking. You backed away from the door and close to the corner of the room as the fridge opened,

“No, no how could you.”

You recognized the twisted and mangled body as your mother. You shake your head, refusing to believe what you were seeing. To make matters worse, the body screamed and it’s head rolled off.

“Y/n, my love, oh how you’ve grown,” you let out choked sobs as your friends just stared at it.

“What’s happening to me, Y/n? Help me,” it started sprouting what looked like spider legs from the side of its face and it started laughing. It ran toward you and you moved out of the way as Bill tried hitting it with a piece of wood. You ran towards Stan and Richie, Eddie standing in a corner.

“Eddie? Are you okay?” Richie approaches him.

“Yeah I’m-” a string of drool fell between them and you all looked up to find the spider head. It launched itself at you but Richie pushed you out of the way and it attacked him instead. Eddie didn’t move, Bill jumped on Richie, trying to pull it off him and you lay stunned on the ground, Stan picking up a knife and stabbing the creature.

The door opens and the others walk in, Ben keeping a hand on the side of his stomach and the creature rolling down into the basement. Stan drops the knife immediately, reaching out to Richie but Richie pushes him towards you. Stan gets you off the floor and holds you for a moment, Bev running in handing Richie her sweater to wipe his face,

“Eddie! Are you kidding me?! Richie could’ve fucking died!!” Bill screamed at Eddie, who hadn’t moved from the corner.

“I’m sorry Bill, I was just scared,” Eddie breathes out shakily.

“I’m sorry Eds, I-I’m not mad at you. I j-just want everyone to be s-safe, I can’t lose anyone else t-today, Bill loosened up and pats his shoulder. Everyone joins in the room, looking to Richie, you, and Eddie to make sure you’re okay. Then you all look to the basement, standing proudly, together again to finally defeat IT.

***

“Ugh grey water, I definitely didn’t miss this,” Richie jumps into the sewer, complaining.

“Wow are you kidding me? I told you how gross this fucking water was last time!” Stan rolled his eyes, jumping into the shitty water after him.

“I knew it was disgusting! But I was dedicated to messing with you Stanny!” He splashes water at Richie who dramatically gasps, splashing some back,

“BOYS!” You yell like an annoyed mother.

“Sorry Y/n…” they say in unison, you laugh and continue wading through the sewers. You all come upon the cistern and start climbing up on the old circus cart. Then you heard bubbling up from the water and Bev screaming,

“TIME TO SINK” Bev was pulled down and everyone jumped in the water, except Eddie and you. Eddie held you back and you look back at him confused.

“I didn’t want to stay up here alone, I’m too scared.” He looks down at the water and you grab his hand,

“Eds, you’re not a coward. It’s okay to be scared, I’m scared too.” You smile softly and he nods and you both look back at the water. 6 heads pop out of the water and you all climb back up the cart.

***

“That doesn’t seem safe,” you looked down the uncovered hole in the ground with jagged edges.

Mike shrugs and starts climbing down followed by Bill, Ben, and Stan. Eddie refuses.

“Eds I promise we’ll be okay.” Bev hands him the rod she was holding and heads down followed by you and eventually Richie and Eddie.

You all squeeze through a narrow passage to find huge ragged spikes poking up from the ground. Entering the middle of it, Mike puts down the artifact he told you all about, for the ritual and adds a flame.

“Okay now we put in our tokens.” Mike points to the artifact on the ground. Bill puts in Georgie’s boat, Bev puts in her postcard, Ben a yearbook page, Eddie’s inhaler, Richie’s arcade token, Stan’s bird book, your diary which made your heart clench as you drop it in the fire, and Mike finally puts a rock in from the rock war with the Bowers gang.

He tells you all to chant, join hands, and close your eyes as to not look into the deadlights. You all chant, not really knowing what the hell is going on. So you decide to take a peak, one small peak and then everything goes dark.

There’s blood and crying and more screaming, Eddie was on the ground. Everyone, every single loser lay dead before you and you couldn’t move or scream no matter how hard you tried. You felt something wrap around your throat but you only saw the same thing; your friends dying and you couldn’t do anything.

***

You found yourself on the uneven ground of the cavern, propping yourself up on your elbows, you found your friends hiding behind the jagged spikes while Pennywise appeared larger than life with claws, like a crab.

“Y/n!! Jesus Christ are you okay?!” Mike crouches down beside you, helping you up carefully.

“I’m fine, what happened?” He sighs and tells you he lied about the ritual because the Natives that tried before, died. You had gotten caught in the deadlights while Pennywise started choking you. Bill threw rocks at IT and you were dropped on the ground, Stan and Mike pulling you aside.

“Are you and Stan a couple again?” Mike chuckled and you cocked your head- “he kissed you, that’s how we woke you up.”

“Oh. Y-yeah I guess. Wait is everyone okay? No one- one is?”

“We’re all here I promise you, I wouldn’t let anything happen. I’ve waited too long to kill this son of a bitch to let that happen,” you smile at him, grabbing his hand and joining the others. You find Stan, who hugs you quickly and drags you to another cave within the cavern itself.

Not even given a second to breathe until you two were separated by a rock wall and suddenly you were back at home. You weren’t alone however; Richie, Stan, and Bev were around your bed and Stan was holding your diary wide open. He looked up at you and laughed,

“You’re bisexual now? Wow is that just a grab for attention? This is sad Y/n and to think I actually had feelings for you,” he dropped the diary on the ground and walked towards you and you couldn’t breathe.

“Bisexuality isn’t real! I confided in you only for you to stab me in the back and make up this? You’re pathetic.” Richie shoves you on the ground and you feel hot tears on your cheeks.

“Oh Y/n, those girls only looked back at you because you’re weak and they needed a laugh. You’re disgusting and I can’t believe we were friends.” Bev started laughing at you and it got so loud in your ears but you could still hear your heart pounding in your chest.

“No” you balled up your fists.

“Aww look the little bitch has had enough, that’s cute,” Richie snickered at you.

“NO YOU'RE NOT MY FRIENDS, THIS ISN’T REAL” you screamed and closed your eyes. Everything went silent but you heard Stan- your Stan screaming,

“STAN! STAN IT’S NOT REAL!! STANLEY!!”

“Y/N?!” He sounded scared and confused.

“HONEY IT’S NOT REAL PLEASE TRUST ME” you were breathing heavily and ran forward in the dark expecting to find a wall but instead you ran into a body who caught you in his arms. Stanley.

***

You saw everyone back at the edges of the cavern, except Richie-

“Hey fuck face!! Wanna play truth or dare? Here’s a truth for ya, you’re a sloppy bitch!! Yippee-ki-yay mother-” Richie was slammed against the cave wall by one of IT’s claws and you screamed. You heard Eddie yell and launch the fence bar into IT’s face and then silence. Until you saw the back of Eddie’s head and IT’s claw launching toward him and his head disappeared.

Your vision was coming true, IT would kill your friends and you couldn’t do anything.

@unamused-fangirl @eddiegaykaspbrak @tozierchee @finnie-wolfhard @chipoisaloser @multi-parker @happyhanlon @tropicaluris @checkontherep @stark-spiderling @itsbaconheree

#richie tozier #stanley uris #stanley uris x reader #stan uris x reader #it x reader #it 2019 x reader #it chap 2 #it ch 2 spoilers #it chapter 2 #reddie #benverly #eddie kapsbrak #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #it ch 2

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curedeity · 3 years

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Gasher's Repose

Summary: Madoka does not battle, she has many other ways to pass the time though. And sometimes, she passes the time together.

Madoka wouldn’t call her engineering a hobby. At this point, it was more a prospective career. She still enjoyed doing it, but she could have fun doing more than a singular thing. And having a wide range of talents and interests was quite important.

Everyone wanted to participate in Battle Bladers. It was no surprise, they were all very competitive, and given the danger of the Dark Nebula organization, they’d want as many people they knew competing in the tournament as possible.

But that didn’t mean Madoka didn’t have objections to it.

Well, not objections so much as stipulations.

“Does this look good?” Kenta frowned as he flipped over the piece of chicken he was grilling under Madoka’s watchful eye. If Kenta was going to be traveling alone (because he was too stubborn to have Gingka babysit him) she sure as hell wasn’t going to be letting him eat dogshit the entire time.

“Hm…” Madoka inspected the piece of meat. “5 more minutes and we’ll check it again. It should be lighter.”

Kenta sighed and slipped the piece back over letting it sizzle in the pan. He had agreed enthusiastically to the lessons, as Kenta was prone to do. His eagerness was always welcome, but Madoka could tell that the amount of time she had kept him cooking was starting to grate on even him.

It had started with her teaching him a simple recipe for pancakes, then how to properly prepare veggies, and now onto how to cook meat.

“When’d you learn to cook Madoka?” Kenta asked absent-mindedly as he kept his eyes on the chicken.

Madoka paused, the memory coming to her with frightening yet relieving ease. “Well my grandma showed me a few recipes, she really loved to cook,” Madoka reminisced, rustling through her shelves. “But I was pretty young so I didn’t learn much, it was only later that- Aha!-” Madoka pulled a book out of the mess. “-She gave me this family recipe book and I learned a lot from following the instructions in it.”

She passed the book to Kenta, who paged through it carefully. It was decorated with simple illustrations, and a few photos that Madoka believed her grandmother had taken. The pages were worn down from the constant use Madoka put it through, and the pages yellowed with age.

“Hey, you’ve made us this before!” Kenta said, his voice rising excitedly into an almost yell as he pointed at a cake recipe. Madoka leaned over his shoulder, nodding.

“That’s one of my favorite sweets to make.” Grandma had used to make it on her birthday, chocolate peanut butter cake topped with caramel coated nuts. That cake was the reason Madoka thanked biology every day for not giving her a peanut allergy.

“It’s one of my favorites to eat,” Kenta mumbled, and Madoka hid her giggle as a clearing of the throat.

“All the recipes in there are very good, tried and tested through my family for generations,” Madoka winked. “You can use the book any time if you want to try cooking something new, even I haven’t gone through everything yet.”

“There’s just so much, how am I going to learn to cook this all?” Kenta continued to flip through the book, only this time with a mounting horror.

Madoka hummed, quickly trying to think of words to dispel her young friend’s fears. “Well, most of it is just about learning the basics. Like most things, baking is just a combination of elements. I’m hoping to teach you some simple elements so you can apply them while you travel.”

Kenta nodded. Madoka could remember as a child how daunting that same cookbook had seemed, but that was so distant now.

Madoka laid her hand on Kenta’s shoulder, smiling down at him. “You’re doing great,” She praised. Kenta reacted well to compliments, and it wasn’t like he didn’t deserve some. He had patiently done what Madoka asked, and he was learning well.

Kenta immediately smiled. “Thanks Madoka!” He chirped.

Cooking was one of Madoka’s passions. A survival skill, but also a way to connect with others. She had learned so much about her family from this cookbook and now… well now she had shared it with Gingka and Kenta.

It was really fun.

Madoka sniffed, staving off happy tears. Her kitchen smelled of spice… and smoke.

“Fuc-dge!” Madoka swore, spinning around as she and Kenta frantically turned off the stove and tried to salvage the chicken.

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She cleaned everyone’s beys. Scanned them once more and updated the files she’d had on them. Cleaned her tools. Had her leftover pieces ready to be swapped in if a worse scenario happened during their next tournament battle.

Was there really nothing left to do?

Her eyes roved over the supply case once again, and another time. Maybe she should make them shine, just a bit more.

“No, bad Madoka,” She admonished her workaholic self, slapping the back of her palm lightly. “Just relax.” There was no more work left to do, and at this point all she’d be doing would be stressing herself out more.

Pulling out her computer, she hovered the cursor around, chewing her lip. There was still a while before night would truly set in, it was too early to sleep with the last rays of the sun still casting light. She didn’t really want to play a visual novel right now, too much reading. Finally, she decided upon a racing game, opening it up to the quiet sound effect of an engine revving.

Madoka smirked as she joined a group. The race track was slowly decided, a beginner’s course. Shame, she had voted for the speed track, it had some rather unique mechanics she had learned to abuse.

Coding was a skill that would take people years to learn. It was a slow process of building up equations and scripts until something came of it. Madoka was not a coder. Madoka had, however, gone into the files of some of her favorite games and maybe messed around with them a bit, just to find out exactly how the games worked.

Needless to say, she knew how to play.

Winning the first round was easy, as was the second and third. It felt cheap, in a way, to be playing against people who likely weren’t as experienced as her. But she didn’t have anyone else to challenge, and it’s not like losing should rob the game of its fun.

Besides, they seemed to be enjoying ganging up on her.

It felt like so long ago that she had met her new friends, when in reality it was only a year. In that year, however, she had become quite used to being startled. That’s why she didn’t even blink when Yu barged into her room, pulling Masamune behind, and flopped down on the bed beside her.

“Madoka,” Yu whined, tugging at her arm. “I’m bored,”

Yu was a very talented blader, Madoka had nothing but respect for his skill, her brain still echoing the time he had beaten Gingka. Yu was also a small brat.

“And?” Madoka hummed, lapping one of the players that had gotten stuck in a sticky trap.

“Masamune won’t play with me, he keeps saying he’s too busy.” Madoka could hear the pout in Yu’s words. She had been spending too much damn time with this kid to be able to recognize it this easily.

“Well, when you’re the world’s number one blader, you have to keep practicing all the time,” Masamune scoffed. Oh, to have an ego that large, Madoka wished she knew the feeling.

“Hm, you didn’t seem that busy yesterday when you were crying over a romcom, surely you can spend some time entertaining Yu,” Madoka pointed out.

Masamune spluttered, Yu yelled, “I wasn’t crying!” “I don’t need to be babysitted!”

Madoka passed the finish line and logged out of the server, watching the tourney she had just destroyed get added to her ever increasing win rate, Then she leveled the two with the driest glare she, tiredly, could muster. Masamune reeled backwards, realizing his mistake, and Yu slammed his mouth shut.

Really, this wasn’t abnormal or even a shock. They were all teenagers, with small attention spans and easily bruised egos. It was almost every day that an argument would break out over what to spend the day doing. Honestly, it seemed like the only thing they could agree on most of the time was beybattles.

“How about this, I teach you both to play a racing game?” Madoka offered, pulling out some extra controllers she had and passing them off.

Yu brightened immediately. “Oh yippee! Masamune, I’m gonna kick your ass!”

“Language,” Madoka chastised as she synced the controllers in.

“I’m number one, there’s absolutely no way I’m losing!”

Madoka would never beat either of these two in a beybattle. This was not a problem for her, and she had no issues admitting it. Both were talented in their sport, and she respected that.

But it did feel good to lap them in every single game they played.

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Madoka didn’t take up new hobbies often. This was more from a lack of time to continue even her old ones than lack of interest. Now, stuck travelling so often, she ended up having more time on her hands than she even knew what to do with.

She had to say, she never would’ve imagined herself learning to knit, yet here she was with a tutorial video opened in front of her.

“I think you’re casting them on wrong,” Tsubasa frowned as he glanced between her tangled mess and the instructions. He was having his own problems, but had luckily made it through the casting stage.

That didn’t mean he knew how to explain how he’d done it, Madoka was frustratingly coming to realize.

“What are sides even? What are directions?” She mourned as she unknotted her abomination.

Tsubasa shrugged, getting started on his second, lumpy and uneven row.

It had been agreed upon by the entire time that they’d switch seats every time they traveled. As well as some of them could get along, if any of them spent too much time around the same single other person, blood would be shed.

This time, it was Tsubasa’s and Madoka’s turn to hang out, while the other three snored away across the aisle.

“Maybe crochet is easier,” Madoka grouched.

“I would fear trying to do anything like this with only a single needle,” Tsubasa replied gravely, his gaze full of fear as he pulled through another stitch.

Madoka frowned, “I’m pretty sure crochet is more complicated than that.” It would have to be, wouldn’t it?

Tsubasa shrugged. “I wouldn’t know.” And Madoka couldn’t disagree with that statement.

They had both decided to start easily. Madoka would be making a new scarf for Gingka. While in Russia, she had learned that his normal scarf, with all it’s length, had no volume or actual protection against the cold. It was an insult to scarves that she intended to rectify. Tsubasa was planning a small pouch to replace the old one on his belt, though she suspected he’d be better off buying a new one until he got the hang of knitting.

Not that she could say any better for herself…

“I’m going to be giving Gingka the lumpiest, most lopsided scarf in existence,” Madoka announced, finally finishing casting on. Yes her yarn had begun to fray, but at least it was on the needle now!

“If it truly looks that awful, you could always give it to Director Ryo,” Tsubasa deadpanned.

Madoka saw her opportunity and swooped in for the kill. “Unlike you, Director Ryo hasn’t practically adopted me yet, so the gift really would be coming out of nowhere.” Madoka… honestly didn’t know that much about Tsubasa, or many of her friends. It was always nice in moments like these to tease them about what she did know.

Tsubasa spluttered and Madoka set down her knitting so she could cover up her laughs.

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Being a mechanic for beys, Madoka really should’ve known more about astrology. It was always strange to remember that even Gingka knew more about constellations than she did. She wasn’t completely ignorant, but comparatively she was lacking.

Yuki had lived his whole life revolved around the stars, learning to draw lines from brilliant dot to bright light every night. He was an actual expert among their group, and on the nights they camped out he proved it unintentionally.

It didn’t take much to convince him to set-up a telescope at the hotel they’d be staying at for a few days.

“So, the fall constellations should be out right now, do you know which ones those are Ms. Madoka?” Yuki asked, fiddling with the telescope as he tried to angle it just right.

“Yep, but it wouldn’t hurt to have a refresher,” Madoka smiled at the younger boy.

Yuki nodded, launching into an explanation Madoka only understood half of, because at some point he’d decided to go into the science behind the expansion of stars. It was quite interesting though, listening with one half of her brain, and looking up towards the tapestry of the sky with the other.

He was so excited, and Madoka let herself get swallowed in that enjoyment.

#beyblade #beyblade metal fight #beyblade metal fusion #madoka amano #gashers repose #fanfic #fanfiction #no romantic relationships #just some found family bonding #sharing of hobbies!!!!#swearing

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tailsbeth-writes · 7 years

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The Serpent Or Me - Part 2 (Bughead/Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader)

Jughead has never cared about fitting in, as long as he has Betty and the gang he knows he has his place in Riverdale. However, Southside High has brought him an odd comfort and new friends very easily. The serpents have taken him under their wing, one in particular y/n has started to show him how things work in the gang. Jughead starts to grow a fondness for y/n that feels uneasy, he’s stuck between two worlds. Where or who should he choose?

Part 1

Characters/Pairings: Serpent!Reader, Jughead x Betty

Warnings: Kissing, one swear.

Word Count: 1441

Masterlist. Read on Ao3

Y/n’s POV

Time for another day of sub-par education at Southside High.

I parked my bike up and looked up to the entrance. A familiar pair of eyes connected with mine. That would be my new friend and the latest addition to the gang, Jughead Jones. He gave me a slight wave, distracted by the phone call he was taking. As I got closer, I could see a smile spread across his face. In the few weeks I’d known him, I’d not seen him that happy. I wondered who was on the other end of the phone call.

‘…I gotta go, I’ll text you later. Bye Betty.’ He put his phone away as I approached.

‘You look happy? You feeling okay?’ I joked.

‘I had a moment of weakness. Back to sarcasm and misery now.’ He smirked at me. The bell rang for first period. I gestured to the doors.

‘Shall we? English is just calling our names.’

‘Yippee.’ I raised my eyebrows at him. We walked into school and did the usual check through security. The joys of going to a school with criminals. Yes, I occasionally came under that category but we’re not all gun crazy.

‘Hey, I know you’re a sucker for Shakespeare.’ I teased.

‘Keep that on the down low. Remember I’m supposed to be some scary serpent now.’ He noted, with a hesitant chuckle. We reached the door of our class. I winked at him.

‘Your secret’s safe with me Jughead.’ He gave me a sly smile, his hand scratched the back of his neck.

‘You can call me Jug you know, most of my friends do.’ It’s wrong that I thought of the Serpents first, but they’d be happy to hear this, I was progressing quickly. Jughead had started to trust me and that could only mean good things for the gang. I nodded at him, smiling back.

‘Okay Jug, time to help me understand A Midsummer Night’s Dream, cause I have zero clue.’ He rolled his eyes at me before we headed into class.

I let out a yawn as I lounged at the back of my history class. As interesting as World War II was, I was more interested in the fact that we only had five minutes until lunch. As the teacher droned on, I felt a buzz in my pocket. I slyly checked my phone under the desk. It was a serpent text, they were giving me the go ahead to give Jughead his first job. My stomach clenched, I felt uncertain about asking him. While this had started as a delegation from the Serpents, I actually enjoyed Jughead’s company. He wasn’t a complete idiot like most of my other friends.

My mind was filled with conflicting thoughts, I came crashing back into reality as the bell rang. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, wandering slowly to my locker where I usually met Jughead for lunch. I knew I had to ask him, it was just a look out job and I’d be with him the whole time anyway. As I turned the corner, I could see him putting books away, plastered in his usual plaid and denim layers. I pushed any negative thoughts out of my head, this was strictly business.

‘How was history then? Have a nice nap?’ he jested. All I could do was give him a sheepish smile. He gave me a concerned frown back.

‘What’s up y/n/n?’ I should have never told him my nick name, those pessimistic feelings were starting to edge in. I looked around for an empty classroom and pulled him in by the arm.

‘Please explain what’s going on.’ His tone was serious now.

‘Jughead, it’s the Serpents.’ I bit my lip, his eyes widened slightly.

‘Oh.’ He replied, clearly a little shocked.

‘They have a job for you. Well, us. You wouldn’t be alone.’

‘What kind of job?’ He was clearly cautious, he didn’t want to show all his cards.

‘We gotta sit on look out, apparently another gang might be trying to sell on our turf. We wouldn’t need to intercept them, we’d just be confirming they’re there.’ I tried to reassure him.

‘When?’ He replied bluntly.

‘Tonight, I’ll pick you up at 9pm.’

‘Right. Can you get me at this diner, it’s called Pop’s. It’s in Riverdale. I can give you directions.’

‘You know there’s this thing called Google maps.’ I raised an eyebrow at him and he gave a chuckle. I was trying to ease the tension.

‘You sure about this Jug? This would make it official. You’d be considered a real Serpent.’ I warned him. He breathed in deeply and let it go slowly.

‘Well I think it’s about time it was official.’ He smirked at me. I smiled at him proudly.

‘Now can we please go to lunch? I’m starving.’ I nodded and Jughead headed for the door. I’d never met someone with such a big appetite. As we silently walked to the cafeteria, my mind raced. Jughead was surprisingly willing to join in tonight. I tried to push those thoughts away. I had to think of Jughead as less of a friend. Unfortunately he was way too nice not to think of him as friend. Maybe even more than that.

I promptly pulled up at nine o’clock to the neon lit diner. I’d borrowed a car from the gang for the night, they had vehicles for lookouts so we could never be linked up if someone caught on. I could see Jughead sat in the diner. A blonde girl sat opposite him, her face didn’t look happy from what I could see. Jughead gazed outside and caught me looking. He quickly got up, the blonde pulled him back and kissed him passionately. It was safe to say Jughead wasn’t single then. He finally separated from her and strode outside. I noticed he was wearing his leather jacket. It fitted him rather nicely. He jumped in the car.

‘How’s it going?’ He asked casually.

‘Not bad, nice jacket.’ I smirked at him. He smiled at me, scrunching up his nose.

‘Yeah, fits pretty well. Not everyone’s too happy about it, however.’ His smile dropped. I started to drive, we were heading to the edge of town.

‘I’m guessing that was your girlfriend in the diner then?’ I inquired. I didn’t want to seem overly interested.

‘Yeah, that’s Betty. I’m terrified she might not be my girlfriend for much longer though.’ He blurted out. He gave me a slightly confused look.

‘Are you cool talking about this stuff y/n?’ I knew Jughead was feeling vulnerable so I didn’t want to crush him. I could control my feelings surely.

‘Of course, Jug.’ I smiled at him reassuringly.

‘Great. I don’t exactly have anyone to rant about stuff too anymore. Riverdale’s turned to shit, and my friends are going down with it, it seems.’ His voice sounded angry.

‘Rant away. I’m here to listen.’ I placed a hand on his shoulder for a moment. I could feel him flinch at the touch.

‘Thanks.’

‘It’s okay.’

‘So yeah, I told Betty about tonight. She raved at me about how dangerous this life is going to be. I hate it because joining the Serpents feels so obvious to me. But I love Betty. Disappointing her kills me.’ I could hear he was starting choke up.

‘It’s going to be okay Jughead. Didn’t you say the reason you moved to Southside was to keep Betty and all your friends safe? Being in the Serpents means you’re ahead of the game, you’re in a gang so you can take anything that comes in their way. She might not get it yet but give it time.’ I really wanted him to find some kind of hope in my words. I suddenly felt a hand squeeze mine.

‘Thank you, y/n. I really needed to hear that. Hope is hard to come by nowadays.’ He sighed. I pulled in as we got to the parking lot of a motel on the outskirts of town. I’d already told Jughead we shouldn’t speak much as we’d bring attention to ourselves.

I looked around at him, there were a couple of tears down his face but his lips were starting to curl into a small smile. I leaned in and wiped the tears from his face. His eyes widened at my touch. I looked at him directly in the eyes with a careful smile. He mirrored me, I didn’t need words to know that this boy trusted me. I also knew that as I touched his face, I wanted to touch more. Was I falling for Jughead Jones?

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