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Seriously, how are those FBI agents doing in that Baltimore hotel for the David Wesninski AU? They signed up for none of this, yet here they are, dealing with the craziest family drama any of them have ever witnessed. Honestly, their faces when it gets confirmed that Wymack is the identical twin of this serial killer must be priceless
The first thing you need to understand about fbi ops is, you don't just write those up on a whim. Theres investigations and plans and preparations. They were prepared for the Hatfords to push the agreed boundaries and kill against orders. That's why they were contacted in the first place. They were prepared for the cleanup, and the inquiries, and to throw the Hatfords under the bus as an excuse to begin what was sure to be a years-long investigation into Nathan Wesninski's network.
The second thing you need to understand about law enforcement operations is that you're either going shit shit shit shit shit when things are going according to plan and fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck when they aren't.
So, on the whole? It was a shitty night. The whole thing got pushed back by like two hours because of an alleged break in, and then by three more hours after a fight with op command on how much can they look over the police's shoulder without tipping their hand. And then it all goes down, and there's corpses everywhere, and it's all gone to shit...
And then Junior is on the front lawn.
Which, first of all, how are you not dead? Rhetorical question, clearly Nathan tried. Second, no seriously, how are you not dead. The fuck you mean it's a secret bitch I will [redacted]-
But it's fine. It's fine. Actually, hold on, this is great. They get to skip years of investigation all it costs is some witness protection. The kid seems like a real shithead but once they get him talking...
And then Towns says "We gotta talk about his team."
Oh right, them. "Once they calm down we'll give them a basic rundown of what's happening and send them home. Considering what they said so far it doesn't sound like they know much."
But Towns shakes his head. "You don't know who they are, do you?" Browning raises a brow. "Palmetto State Foxes?" Nope. "Edgar Allen. The ravens." Nope. "Kevin Day?"
That does sound familiar, but Browning knows he doesn't get the points for that. "Sure, one of the other players, no?" He never cared for exy, personally, and while he gets that people get excited about college sports he's always believed in some healthy iconoclasm. He shakes his head.
Towns grumbles. Then out of nowhere, he says, "Call Suzie."
"What?"
"Call her. Right now. Put her on speaker."
She should be at lunch, so Browning obliges, but he really doesn't see what his teenage daughter has to do with...
Click. Suzie's high, confident voice. "Daddy?"
"Hey Suzie, it's Freddie, your dad's pal from work," Towns says.
"Oh. Um. Hey?" Suzie sounds nervous suddenly. "Is my dad okay?"
They both suddenly realize what this call must look like, especially after Browning hadn't come home last night, and they both rush to reassure her that he's fine. "We've just had a long night," he reassures her. "No, I'm just calling because...hey Freddie, why am I calling?"
It's Towns' turn to raise an eyebrow, as if to say watch this. "Nah, I was just wanted a reminder, what's your husband's name again?"
Silence. A quick, sharp inhale, and in his mind's eye Browning can see his daughter's eyes focus like an eagles. "Well, first of all, it's future husband, because daddy says that the law says I have to be 18 to get married..."
Ohhhhh.
Fuck.
"But his name is Kevin Day. He's the world's best exy player, even after he had an accident last year. A lot of people abandoned him but I'm never gonna because when a mom and a dad love each other very much..."
A thousand dinner conversations run through Browning's head line an electric current as he opens his phone browser and searches the name. The results look nothing like the bruised shell of a man his colleagues have stuck in a hotel room, but they look like every poster on Suzie's wall. A terrible, terrible thought strikes him. "What about his friend. The, um, the short one."
The response is automatic. "Neil is cute too I guess. There aren't as many good posters of him, but Jessica from biology did her binder from shots she printed from youtube. Her dad yelled at her for wasting the ink."
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
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The Foxhole Court - Chapter Thirteen
Day: Saturday, August 26th Time: 7:35 AM EST
"Palmetto State is a waste of his talents." "Not as much as Edgar Allan was," Neil said. Someone in the audience laughed, entertained by Kathy's mouthy guest. "Your team's ranked first? Congratulations and big deal. Maintaining a top position is far easier than starting over from the gutters. Kevin is doing that right now. He's facing entirely new schools and learning to play with his less dominant hand. When he masters it, and he will, he'll be better than you could ever have made him. "Do you know why?" Neil asked, but he didn't let Riko answer. "It's not just his natural talent. It's because he's with us. There are only ten Foxes this year. That's one sub for every position. Think about it. Last night we played Breckenridge. They have twenty-seven people on their roster. They can burn through players as fast as they want because they have a pile of replacements. We don't have that luxury. We have to hold our ground on our own." "You didn't hold your ground," Riko said over the Foxes' applause. "You lost. Your school is the laughingstock of the NCAA. You're a team with no concept of teamwork." "Lucky for you," Neil said. "If we were a unified front you wouldn't have a chance against us." "You cannot last and your unfounded arrogance is offensive to everyone who actually earned a spot in Class I. Everyone knows the only reason Palmetto qualified for this division is because of your coach." "Funny, I'm pretty sure that's how Edgar Allan qualified." "We've earned our prestige a thousand times over. You've earned nothing but pity and scorn, neither of which should be tolerated in a sport. Someone as inexperienced as you are has no right to have an opinion on the matter." "All the same, I'll give you one more," Neil said. "I don't think you're telling Kevin to sit out because of his health. I think you know this season is going to be a disaster for your reputation. You and Kevin have always played in each other's shadows. You've always been a pair. Now you have to face each other on the court as rivals for the first time, and people are finally going to know which one of you is better. They're going to know how premature this was." Neil gestured at his face, meaning Riko and Kevin's tattoos. "I think you're scared." Riko's smile could have frozen hell. "I am not scared of Kevin. I know him." "You're going to eat those words," Neil said. "You're going to choke on them."
Art used with permission by Ladyjane28. Thank you @ladyjane28 !
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Cold Comfort: Part One
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.3k
Summary: You meet another psychic on a case that doesn’t want to work with you, and everyone’s faith is tested on exactly what you can do.
Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated
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"And so, all the night-tide, I lay down by the side. Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride. In the sepulchre there by the sea. In her tomb by the sounding sea." - Edgar Allan Poe
This morning is one of the milder ones since there isn't a need for a case right now. You and Spencer just got in and joined Penelope, Emily, Kevin, and Derek in the small break room by your desks. Penelope has a newspaper in her hands with a page about horoscopes and zodiac signs.
Spencer is a Scorpio and you're an Aries since your birthday is in April. It's coming up but you're not sure what you want to do yet. Spencer will no doubt plan the perfect evening, so you're not too worried right now. Plus, you've read that Scorpios and Aries are compatible.
"Current influences should turn this day into one with plenty of potential, but avoid the trap of trying too hard. Know your strengths. Rely on them. Confidence, real or pretend, is your magic ingredient," Penelope reads Kevin's current horoscope.
"Confidence. Yes, I like that."
"Ooh, do mine," you grin and bounce over to them.
"When's your birthday?"
"Early April. I'm an Aries."
"Ah, here it is. You prefer to think that if someone hasn't noticed your superior charm, and isn't already thinking about proposing to you, then they aren't worth the effort. Now suddenly, it's you who wants to do the chasing and will really enjoy the feeling of being in pursuit."
"You hear that, Spencer? Better get your running shoes on because I'm going to chase you."
"One of the most compatible signs for Aries is Scorpio."
"It's like you're my soulmate," you joke with Spencer.
"Come on, guys, you don't really think there's actually anything to that stuff, do you?" Derek asks.
"You'd be surprised.
"It's gibberish," Emily has Derek's back.
"Thank you."
"Oh, you are just jealous because you don't have the magic ingredient.
"I have the magic ingredient. It's called Splenda," Emily grins and sips her coffee.
"Alright, skeptic, what's your sign?"
"No."
"No? Is that in May? Reid, we need a DOB on Prentiss."
"7:12 a.m., October 12th, 19--"
"Hey!" Emily cuts him off before he can say her birth year.
"Libra, I should have known," Penelope giggles. "A romantic opportunity may experience a slight hitch thanks to the pesky lunar influence, which could have you dipping into a rather chilly mood. If being demonstrative and warm is difficult, then neutralize this temporary cold front with a simple but affectionate gesture."
"I have a simple gesture."
Emily flips everyone off, and you laugh at her antics.
"Are you guys ready to gather?"
You turn to see JJ standing there with her hair cut short and looking amazing as ever. Jordan went back to counter-terrorism, allowing JJ to take her spot back.
"Well, look at you, miss thing. First day back and you're all business," Derek chuckles.
"Well, it's either diving right in or confronting my separation anxiety."
"It's tough being away from him, huh?"
"Yeah." You look down and notice a ring on her finger that's gold and sparkly. She notices you staring and holds it up for everyone to see. "It's Citrine, Henry's birthstone. Will and I both got one."
"That's so sweet," Pen gasps.
Penelope heads to her office while the rest of you head to the briefing room to get the meeting started. Right before JJ can enter, you pull her off to the side for a quick chat.
"Listen, Spencer and I were talking and if you and Will ever need a break to catch up with life or just to relax, we're more than happy to take care of Henry."
"I might take you up on that offer," she smiles. You two walk in; you take a seat next to Spencer and she takes her spot at the front. She puts pictures of a woman who is clearly dead onto the screen. "There's been a string of abductions in Olympia, Washington going back nine months. The four women are blond, blue-eyed, and in their early twenties. This morning they found one."
"When were they taken?"
"Nine months ago."
"Was she the first?"
"Yeah."
"She looks almost mummified."
"Not quite. She's embalmed. The time of death is a bit of a question mark right now."
"Where did they find her?" Rossi asks JJ.
"In a state park just east of Olympia. The body was jarred loose during a mudslide. That, plus the abnormal decomposition makes it difficult to know how long she was there."
"It says the victims were abducted about three months apart. He's rotating his victims out. There are gonna be more bodies out there. Wheels up in thirty."
Everyone is given thirty minutes to get their things and head to the private plane, but everyone makes it there in twenty.
"So, if I wanted to embalm a body, what's the process?" Emily asks once you're in the air.
"The blood is drained through the jugular vein and replaced with embalming fluid through one of the two major arteries. It usually takes a few hours," you explain. "You'd need special equipment and training for something like this. Knowledge of the human vascular system would also be a plus."
"Maybe it's a doctor," JJ suggests, "nurse, or a technician who has a background in mortuary sciences."
"Now, there's a major they didn't offer at my school."
"Personally, the whole thing just seems weird to me. Embalming, I mean," Emily says.
"Some people like to look good for their funeral."
"It's not them, though. It's a shell that's been polished and painted. I just want to be cremated."
"The question is why somebody would embalm the body of someone they just murdered. He wants to hold on to them. It's a possession issue. This way they can never leave. Maybe fear of abandonment speaks to his history."
"Eventually, even an embalmed body will decay. Eventually, he'll find himself in need of new victims."
"That explains the abduction cycle--a new victim every three months, which means at least two of the remaining women are already dead."
"What about the third?"
"Her name is Brooke Lombardini. It's been four days since she disappeared following her shift at a local restaurant. We know the odds."
"Ninety percent of all abduction victims are killed within the first thirty-six hours," you sigh.
When the plane landed, you headed to the dump site where they found the first victim along with Derek and Spencer. The rest of them went to the police station to get set up. Detective Ron Fullwood is already on the scene when you arrive. Tracking someone outside is harder than inside because the elements can mess up energies to the point you might not even see them. If the three other victims are out there somewhere, you have to try your hardest to track them down.
"A hiker found a foot protruding from the soil right up here. The whole side of the hill slid down from up there," Ron says.
"You're focusing the search in this area?"
"Yeah, but if he dumped other bodies here, he's got over eight hundred acres to work with."
"Keep your men near the fire road, Detective," Spencer suggests. "One man dragging a body through the woods with a hundred and ten pounds of dead weight isn't gonna get far from the path. That's why a lot of killers dismember their victims. They're easier to dispose of that way."
"You think it says something about the profile? That he didn't chop her up?"
"Possibly, yeah."
You look around the area and focus your concentration on bringing the energy of the dead alive. You walk away from the spot where the first victim was found and stop about twenty feet from it. There is something on the ground reflecting off the light from the sun. With your pen, you pick the item up so you don't touch it and contaminate the evidence.
It's a gold cross necklace. Whoever owns this is nearby, you can feel her.
Through the treelines where the sun shines through, is a mess of energy that can be missed if you weren't already looking for it. You walk over to the area and the energy wisps away as if it's leading you somewhere. The more you follow it, the more it moves until you get to the spot it's taking you to.
"Where are you going?" Spencer asks.
This isn't the energy of the first victim found, it's a new one entirely.
"Someone is buried here! You need to dig over here!" you call out. Everyone gathers around the spot you directed them to and begins to dig. It doesn't take long before a hand protrudes from the ground. Everyone stares at you as if you had something to do with the murder. "I swear I didn't have any knowledge about this victim."
The energy wisps away from the burial site over to three trees and takes the form of the victim. She smiles sadly at you before misting away knowing that she is found and can find her own peace.
"The answer to your question, Detective, is yes, this killer can't dismember these women. He cares for them."
You let local police and crime scene investigators do their job while you, Derek, and Spencer head back to the police station. The mom of the recent victim, Brooke, is begging for the police's help with the hope that she is still alive somewhere. She already has someone on her side helping her, someone named Stanley Usher.
He's a psychic like you. You've met your fair share of psychics, but never anyone as strong as you are. Some only can infer emotions, some of them connect with people's personalities and make lucky guesses, but you've never met anyone who can do exactly what you can do.
When you find out about Stanley, everyone's eyes are on you.
"What? I'm not the only psychic on the planet. I've met my fair share of psychics--not good ones, but psychics nonetheless. Most of them were frauds who only wanted people's money."
"Exactly," Rossi backs you up. "Hope is one thing. False hope is something else."
"I know you thought that about me when we first met, but I'd like to hope you have faith in me now."
"You get lucky," he shrugs playfully.
"I guess you've worked with psychics before?" Derek asks. "You know, prior to Y/N."
"Not by choice."
"There are cases where people believe they've helped. Y/N has helped so much for this team," JJ backs you up.
"She's the real deal. She's proven to me she can actually help. Others don't. When people are vulnerable, they'll believe a lot of things."
If you're going to work this case, you have to know exactly who you're dealing with. You have to meet Stanley to know if he's going to help or if he's like the frauds you've come across. Rossi wants you to be there with JJ, so you three head over there as soon as possible to meet with Sandra, Brooke's mom, and Stanley.
Stanley is standing in the kitchen off to the side. He doesn't seem to notice you or feel your presence, but you definitely feel his. Despite him being a psychic, you can read him like an open book. His reputation has suffered a lot during his life. He has some abilities he can rely on, but not as strong as you can. He was once called a fraud but you don't know how true that is.
"We think the man who took her may have come by her work. A customer or someone she may have talked about," JJ says to Sandra.
"We think this man is a loner. He would dine by himself and make frequent visits, but he's shy and avoids eye contact."
"She got asked out sometimes."
"No, this man wouldn't have asked her out. He wouldn't have had the courage. He would have stared at her and made her uncomfortable."
"I've told the police everything I know. You shouldn't be here. You should be looking into the clues," Sandra urges and pushes a necklace toward JJ that belonged to Brooke.
"Right, like clues from Brooke's necklace?" you ask.
"Yes, ma'am. It's called token object reading or psychometry."
"I know what it's called."
"See, a person's energy makes an impression on everything they touch. It allows me to connect with them. The hard part is interpreting what I'm given. I know she felt weakened, tired, and heavy."
"Can I talk to you for a second?" Rossi asks Stanley. Both you and Rossi go off to the side with Stanely to speak to him privately. "I've been around a little, and I've seen guys like you come into the lives of grieving families."
"Sir, I assure you, that's not what--"
"Listen to me, the last thing this woman needs is some con man giving her unrealistic ideas."
"With all due respect, sir, you may not know what she needs. Your job is to know the perpetrators."
"We're not talking about my job."
"Maybe we should be because there are a lot of people out there who don't believe in what you do, either."
"The only person I trust to do this is her," Rossi gestures to you.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm an empathic psychic."
Just like that, Stanley's demeanor changes at your words. It's like he hates you or something because all you feel from him is disgust and hatred.
"I'm sorry, but I can't work with her. You can either work with me or her, but not both," he says to Rossi.
"No offense to you, but I choose her."
They have some talking to do, so you leave their side and join JJ and Sandra in the kitchen. JJ gets up to answer her ringing phone, and you take her seat so you're sitting across from Sandra.
"Hi, Sandra. My name is Y/N. I'm an empathic psychic and a very good one at that. Stanley refuses to work with me, but it's your decision on who you want on this case. I have credibility and I'd love to help you if that's what you want. I've caught a lot of killers and saved a lot of people. I just want you to think about who you want here."
JJ gets off the phone and looks at you and Rossi.
"I just got a call. They found a third body."
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A Comparison: Edgar Allen Poe's and his works to All for the Game
This is a dramatic and unnecessary comparison, one that I'm not entirely certain Nora did purposefully (though I remain hopeful), but nevertheless we have come to a conclusion.
An initial first look would instantly have me foaming at the mouth to mention that Edgar Allen Poe and Neil Josten (read - Nathaniel Wesninski) have the same birthday, alluding to the idea that Nathaniel had been and would always be intrinsically tied to Edgar Allen University, Riko, and the Ravens until Nathaniel is officially buried in baltimore and Neil is born legally in the FBI database and assuming a new birthday that is entirely his own, therefor cutting ties once and for all with Edgar Allen University and the trauma that it holds, in relation to both Riko and his Father. This is semi ironic as while Nathaniel died in baltimore and rose again as Neil ( “leave Nathaniel buried in baltimore” Andrew said,) Edgar Allen Poe also died in the same city under ‘mysterious circumstances,’ of which is where I like to think that Nora got her location inspiration, (both that and Baltimore having one of the highest rates of corrupt law enforcement, but that's neither here nor there.) These links only continue as Poe watched his mother die before living and being educated in numerous places around the US, England, and France, of which similarly seems to mirror Neil’s own childhood.
Edgar Allen Poe wrote his infamous ‘The Raven’ while in West Virginia, likely being the reason that Edgar Allen university is located there in All For The Game and the decision for the exy team to be titled The Ravens as a result, a particular point of interest as the contents of the ‘The Raven’ represent the madness someone descends into once their love is lost; this mimics the relationship between Riko and Kevin, with the formers sanity spiralling from his control once Kevin is lost, (with it also notable to point out that Riko and Kevin were originally written to be lovers, furthering this mirroring to the poem.) The symbolism for the Ravens represent a ‘bird of ill omen’ and seem to foreshadow the downfall of Poe's character as he was surrounded by them, as well as Rikos’ by being in the nest, with Poe also stating that the character is “distorted by his obsessive attachment.” Both Jean and Kevin escaping these ravens and having a promising ending reinforces this intention by Nora.
The idea of these Ravens that Poe writes about seem to also mirror Neil’s relationship to the nest, with the ravens in the poem coming to “Bellow for Revenge” on a “Drear-Nighted December.” A startling similarity to Riko forcing Neil to go to the nest over Christmas. The Nest being entirely painted black seems to also reference Poe’s poem in which the speaker enters the door into “darkness there and nothing more,” such as Neil would have done upon entering the Nest at the beginning of December, once again referenced almost directly as Jean tells Neil to look at the sky one final time as he wouldn’t see it again throughout Christmas.
This choice of a raven, in all, is chosen by Poe and seemingly Nora to symbolically represent the personification of death and the Narrator's impending fate, in this case being Neil’s knowledge that he will die by the hands of his father.
Edgar Allen Poe also coined the terms Evermore and Nevermore, with Evermore meaning that loss will always be apart of life, fitting as the characters in All For The Game all seem to go the Castle Evermore upon losing somebody and therefor unable to grieve, such as Jean losing his Family, Kevin loosing his mother, and even Riko losing his birth family, with only Kevin and Jean able to overcome that grief once leaving the Castle Evermore. Nevermore, however, means that one can never hold onto what they have, with the Narrator of Poe’s poem chanting the word once succumbing to madness from the loss of his partner, implicating the idea in All For The Game that no matter the circumstances, Riko never would have managed to keep Kevin in the long run, always ensuing the same fate.
I’m sure that there are mountains more connections that I’m yet to explore, with vague links to addiction regarding Andrew that even I know is a stretch at best, yet I see so little people talking about the random horrifying literature references sprinkled throughout the series that I had to do it myself. Sue me.
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The Kayleigh Day Lives AU - Part 3
Also known as Congratulations, Wymack, it's a boy! He is also already 20 years old and horribly traumatised
So I think that after the banquet Kayleigh goes to some ERC after party to schmooze a bit, maybe with the explicit intention of undermining the rumor of Kevin being better than Riko. Like "do you think I'd let anyone hold MY son back? *Nervous laugh*"
Smash cut to the match between Riko and Kevin
Kayleigh is halfway back to the hotel when she gets Kevin's call. He's immediately locked himself in a bathroom while Jean helps distract Riko.
Now she knows this is BAD bad for a couple reasons. For one, hands have very delicate bones, and full recoveries from severe blunt trauma injuries are hard and rare. Second, there's the fact that this confirms her suspicions that Kevin was being mistreated from behind her back. Third, she knows they won't let her take him to a hospital right now. And last, but not least, it's going to be very hard to get away with double homicide once she gets her hands on Tetsuji and Riko.
Kayleigh has to make a snap judgment if she wants to help her son, in a way that won't put either of them in more danger. She can't trust Tetsuji anymore, so she goes over him.
Now, I don't think she would have access directly to Kengo, but during her years as a Moriyama asset she has amassed enough goodwill she has a few contacts in the main branch. People who are worried about Tetsuji overeaching with his little project.
She calls them and very carefully chooses her words. She says that Riko has dealt Kevin a potential carreer-ending injury and that the best way to control that narrative is going to be playing it off as an accident and taking Kevin out of the public eye for a while, transfering him out of Edgar Allan so people focus on that drama instead of questioning the origin of his injury. She doesn't necessarily threaten going public with what she knows if they don't allow her to take him safely out of the Nest, because she isn't stupid, but it IS implied.
Kayleigh gets half an hour to take Kevin out of the hotel before she herself has to report back. Wherever he's going, she can't come with, as insurance.
That... Somewhat hinders her options.
But, well. David Wymack is in town.
Kevin has found the letter in this universe too, because Tetsuji would have it regardless, but he took Kayleigh at her word when she explained it was for the best that Wymack not know.
This is not a can of worms Kayleigh ever intended to open. But there is a saying about desperate times and desperate measures.
Which is how she ends up picking up Kevin, badly bandaging his hand, and going after the Palmetto State Foxes.
She catches up with them right as they are piling onto the bus to leave. She almost his the bus with her car. It's a mess.
It gets worse once she and Kevin get out, though.
Wymack is alarmed and confused and oh my God Kayleigh what the fuck is your badly injured son doing here.
And she says something to the likes of "First of all, that's OUR badly injured son"
There is a lot of screaming. Dan thinks she's having a stroke. Wymack is torn between confusion and rage. Kevin is going into shock, like, the medical condition. Abby is trying to weave her way to him because someone has to give that boy some actual first aid. Kayleigh's time is running out and she doesn't have time to stand here in this parking lot and justify every questionable decision she has made in the last thirty years. Tetsuji just found out about everything and starts blowing up her phone.
Andrew is crashing from his meds cycle and sleeps through the whole thing.
There is literally no time to untangle any of this, so Kayleigh just tells Wymack that Kevin will explain everything after they take him to the hospital. Preferably in South Carolina because the farther they are from Riko, the better.
No one is happy with this turn of events. It's for certain, though, that things will get a lot worse before it gets better.
On another note, Aaron just won himself like 200 dollars, and it might just be enough to ask that cute cheerleader in his class on a nice date.
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"can I ask... what happened?" for whoever u want!!
mikeyedgar talk about rafe... cue everyone throwing up everywhere
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Edgar wouldn't tell anyone where he got the bruises or the split lip from. Not even JJ, which made Mikey's anxiety skyrocket. Yeah, Edgar was a self sacrificing kinda guy, who liked to keep his problems to himself – Nova said it was a Catholic thing – but when it was serious, he always reached out for help. And if someone had hurt him, it was obviously serious.
Mikey knew he wouldn't be his first choice to talk to about whatever happened, but maybe that was why he would. There was no emotional weight between them, not like with JJ or Mags.
He was sitting on his bedroom floor when Mikey knocked on the open door, staring into space with his headphones. He startled at the sound, grabbing his CD player as if that could protect him.
Exhaling in relief when he saw who was there, he said, "Oh, hey, Mikey. What's up?"
"Wanted to hang out," he said, crossing the threshold and flopping onto the floor beside him. "Whatya listening to?"
"American Boyfriend by Kevin Abstract," he replied, yanking his headphones out. "It's like, my favorite album of all time. Besides Channel Orange by Frank Ocean."
Mikey smiled but shook his head. "I dunno either of those."
"Yeah, cause you only listen to Maroon 5."
He scoffed. "What do have against Maroon 5?"
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Ten minutes later, they were lying on their backs staring up at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. They'd been a gift from Pope when Edgar mentioned he'd always wanted them as a kid, but was never able to get any. They'd lined them up in the shapes of real constellations because they were nerds.
"That's Cassiopeia," he explained, pointing at what just looked like a cluster of stickers to Mikey's untrained eyes.
His gaze locked onto the bruises circling his wrist. They were obviously from someone's hand, the lines too straight and the circles too pronounced to be anything but fingerprints.
He grabbed his arm, holding it in place. "Can I ask... What happened?"
Edgar pulled his arm out of his hold and sat up, astronomy lesson obviously over. "I really don't want to talk about it."
Mikey sat up as well, sending him a frown. "You can't just not tell us what happened. Someone obviously hurt you. You can't just keep that to yourself."
"I can do whatever I want," Edgar replied, but there was no venom in his words.
Mikey sighed. "Well, yeah, obviously. But you'll feel better once you talk about it."
He huffed, rubbing a hand over his face. "I don't think I will, but since I can tell you're not gonna let it go: It was Rafe."
Mikey's blood froze.
"You see? That look on your face is why I haven't said anything," he muttered.
After a long three seconds of silence, Mikey managed to spit out, "Are you okay?"
Edgar's expression softened, ever so slightly, making him look much more Edgarlike. "I'm fine. He didn't do anything other than creep me out."
It was counterproductive but Mikey wanted to hit him for dismissing his own pain. "And bruise you! And split your lip!"
"I've been through much worse than a split lip," he replied with a laugh.
"What happened? Did he corner you somewhere?"
Edgar bit his lip, obviously considering if he wanted to keep talking. "He got me when I was in kitchen–"
Mikey gasped. "He attacked you in your own kitchen?"
"Attack is a strong word. He just, like, held my wrists so I couldn't move, and held a knife to my throat."
Why was he being so casual about this? Why was someone so sweet so accustomed to violence?
Mikey blinked away tears, trying to keep himself in check. If he reacted emotionally, Edgar would definitely shut the conversation down. "What did he want?"
"To talk to me. He tried to get us to back off the gold. He said he didn't want me to get hurt."
That didn't sound like Rafe at all. He must've had some kind of ulterior motive.
"Does JJ know?" he asked, instead of voicing that concern.
Edgar nodded. "I just told him not to tell you guys cause I didn't want you to worry. Him and my mom fretting over me is more than enough people."
"We only worry cause we love you," Mikey said, frowning yet again. Edgar's view of himself was really bumming him out.
He laughed, and grabbed his hands, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Ever the affectionate one. "I know, but I don't want you to. I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about."
That was hard to believe with his the way his hands were shaking, and the purple bags under his eyes, but Mikey nodded in agreement anyway.
"Of course, Eddie," he said. "Tell me more about the constellations."
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Neil & Kevin - Exysexual - The Foxhole Court
Neil
The season was over just like that. A crew was already dismantling the court, unhinging the plexiglass walls and rolling Astroturf over the hard floor. When they were done it'd be a soccer field again; there'd be nothing left of Exy until fall. Neil felt sick watching it happen, but he couldn't look away.
Neil stared at him, wondering how Nicky could care about such things when the stadium was right there. They knew the code to get inside, but they were standing around like his answer was the secret password. Neil looked from Nicky to the keypad and back again. "What's it matter?" he asked. "I'm curious," Nicky said. "He means nosey," Aaron said. "I don't swing either way," Neil said. "Let's go in." "Bullshit," Nicky said. "I don't," Neil said, and impatience put an edge in his voice. It wasn't quite the truth, but it was close enough. "Are we going in or not?"
He closed his eyes and breathed in, breathed out, imagining the way bodies sounded as they crashed into each other on the court, the way the announcer's voice would only come through in muffled, scattered bursts, the roar of sixty-five thousand people reacting to a goal. He knew he didn't deserve this, knew beyond a doubt he wasn't good enough to play on this court, but he wanted and needed it so badly he ached all over.
Kevin and Neil
Neil didn't answer that accusation. Kevin got right in his face and tangled his fingers through the netting on Neil's racquet. When he started to pull it away, Neil held on tighter, silently refusing to let go. Kevin probably could have wrenched it away if he tried a little harder, but he seemed content just to hold on. "If you won't play with me, you'll play for me," Kevin said. "You're never going to get there on your own, so give your game to me." "Where is 'there'?" Neil asked. "If you can't figure that out there's no helping you," Kevin said. Neil gazed back at him in silence, pretty sure 'there' didn't apply to someone like him. Kevin must have seen that in the unimpressed look on his face because he reached up and covered Neil's eyes with his free hand. "Forget the stadium," Kevin said. "Forget the Foxes and your useless high school team and your family. See it the only way it really matters, where Exy is the only road to take. What do you see?" Imagining life in such simplistic terms was so ridiculous Neil almost laughed. He kept the vicious twist of his mouth off his face through sheer willpower alone. Something still must have shown, because Kevin gave his racquet a hard tug. "Focus."
“You,” Neil said at last. Kevin pulled at his racquet again, and this time Neil let go. “Tell me I can have your game." It wouldn't do them any good, but Neil wasn't going to get into that. "Take it." "Neil understands," Kevin said, dropping his hand and sending Andrew a pointed look.
Neil was halfway through the men's door when Kevin snagged his collar and hauled him down the hall to the back door. Kevin pulled it open and pushed Neil ahead of him through it. Neil stumbled a step, caught his balance a second later, and went to the inner court. The Foxhole Court was the second collegiate stadium he'd been in, the first being Edgar Allan's Ravens' Nest, but he'd never been in one on a game night. It was one thing to admire the dizzyingly high seats, and another thing entirely when those seats were full. Not all of the sixty-five thousand seats were taken yet, but at least three-quarters were. The stadium rumbled with the sounds of tens of thousands of feet. The crowd's yelling and laughing were deafening, and this was before the crowd had a reason to be loud. Neil wondered what they would sound like after the Foxes scored. Maybe it'd be loud enough to crack his bones inside him. It didn't take anyone long to notice Neil and Kevin in the inner court. When the closest section went crazy, the sound ignited a small wave up the stands. Orange Notes, the campus band, was still filing into their section, but they reacted to the excitement unquestioningly. The drumline beat out a ferocious rhythm and a couple trumpets started the school fight song. A few seconds later the students joined in, yelling the words at one another and the empty court. "Don't waste their time tonight," Kevin said at his ear. "They came to see you play, so give them something to believe in." "They're not here for me," Neil said. "They're here to see the famous Kevin Day." Kevin put a hand to Neil's shoulder blade and gave him a small push. "Change out." Neil took one last peek up at the stands before heading back to the locker room.
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kirathaune · 11 months
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Get to Know You Tag Game
Tagged by @sakuplumeria
Three Ships: Sanzo x Goku (Saiyuki), Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage), Aziraphale x Crowley (Good Omens).
First Ship: When I first became part of the Saiyuki fandom, actually I shipped Sanzo x Hakkai. Then after reading some really awesome 393 fics, I became a diehard Sanzo x Goku fan and have remained so to this day. I love their relationship and dynamic.
Last Song: Hold my Hand - Hootie & the Blowfish. I listen to Pop Rocks on Sirius XM during the day, and a mix of all kinds of good stuff on Pandora at night.
Last Movie: In a cinema: Suzume, which was incredible. I was really happy that it was released in the US. Last movie I watched via streaming was The Pale Blue Eye. Excellent movie - I’m normally not a huge fan of Christian Bale, but he was amazing in it. And the guy who played Edgar Allen Poe - who was Dudley in the Harry Potter movies - was absolutely terrific.
Currently Reading: Staked, by Kevin Hearne, and The Bullet that Missed, by Richard Osman. (You totally should check out Osman’s books, they’re great - murder mysteries solved by retirement home residents!)
Currently Watching: Star Wars Visions, Cunk on Britain. I just finished Shadow & Bone, The Mandalorian, Heatstopper, The Great Pottery Throwdown and Interior Design Masters. 
Currently Consuming: My “spring/summer” breakfast of light greek yogurt with homemade granola and fruit.
Currently Craving: Black olive pizza. I’m also craving a good hike in the woods!
I’m shy about tagging, so if you’d like to play along I’d love to see your answers!
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abbatoirablaze · 2 years
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Into The Deep, Chapter 4
Word Count:  712
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“You know…you’re lucky,” Kevin whispered as he stared at the tank longingly, “you don’t have to worry about any of this, do you?  You’re probably sleeping, dreaming of some awesome world…can you even here me?”
He sighed, knowing that he wasn’t going to get a response.  His heart lurched at the thought of how the woman that didn’t look much older than him had been sleeping for over a century, and yet she didn’t look a day over eighteen or nineteen.
Kevin spent weeks down in the basement, talking to her, telling her all of his insecurities, and issues he had growing up.  He’d told her every secret that he’d tried to hide away from his childhood. 
All the bullying. 
The insecurities about his powers and his gills.
How he just wanted to be Kevin Moskowitz; a normal guy with no powers, and no mutations.
And she’d learned that, all while never so much as twitching in her tank.  Kevin felt an undeniable pull towards her with each passing day. 
He wanted to talk to her.  He wanted to be around her all the time.
He would purposefully hide when he knew Mr. Edgar would be coming by, but he always managed to stay close, just so that he could talk to her afterwards.  When he wasn’t patrolling he was quick to make his way to her. 
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“Kevin.”
The Deep shot around, his current nightmare about his childhood fading around him.  His heart continued to race even though his old bullies were gone. 
In front of him was something new, unrecognizable. 
He was in front of a picturesque looking house.  The brick modern styled home had patriotic bunting beneath the windows making the house seem formal, while the white picket fence and the tire swing in the yard made it seem inviting.
His brow furrowed. 
“What’s going on?”
“Kevin!”
And suddenly he was no longer standing in front of the house.  Instead, he was in the back yard.  Around him, a party was going on.  He took a step back, his lower back colliding with the fence.  It was only a moment, but he turned to look back around, and a rush of wind blew past him.
His eyes snapped forward. 
His breath hitched in his throat. 
She reached out gently, her fingers skating along his jaw.  He felt lost in her oceanic eyes. 
“Kevin,” she said softly, “I feel your pain…let me take it away…”
“Wh-what?”
She removed her hand from his face, and it slid into his own open palm.  The warmth from her spread up and into his own chest, making him feel light and dazed.
“What’s going on?”
“DAD!”
His eyes shot forward to the scene that was playing out in front of him. 
A little boy ran and attacked the leg of the man at the grill. 
The party went on around him. 
He felt his breath catch yet again when he saw himself, or a version of it, holding the spatula and flipping burgers.
“What’s wrong, buddy?” he asked with a chuckle as he ruffled the boys hair. 
“Kevin!” a woman’s voice called.  Both versions of himself turned towards the woman who was coming towards him.  He couldn’t see her face, but he could tell she was carrying a tray.  She put it down gently on the side of the grill and he leaned forward, kissing the woman, “did you need another beer, sweetheart?”
“Mommy, can dad come play with me and my friends?” the little boy asked, looking up at the woman in the old-school dress with the flowing skirt, “please say yes!  We want to-“
“Hey pal, how about those burgers?” Lamplighter asked, coming up to the grill, “need some help?”
“What is this?” Kevin asked, looking back to the woman, “what is it that you do?  Homelander, he warned me that yo-“
“You want to be normal,” she said softly, “I can give you that, Kevin…I can give you this…I can give you what you’ve always wanted.”
“I-I have what I want,” he lied, “I’m a superhero.  I-“
“I can feel your pain, Kevin.”
“Who are you?”
“Call me Blu, Kevin,” she said sweetly, reaching out to him yet again, “and let me give you what you truly desire…let me help you.”
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seawitch62 · 1 year
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Backstreet boys party sounds like fun?
Horror themed
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     Backstreet boys party.
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.
Friedrich Nietzsche
🍾🍷🍹🍸🍺🍻🥂🥃🥤🍾🍷🍸
A party! Love parties! Especially with Jay! What did he say? Hmmm Ahh that's right he's supplying the  Soju  they will procure the entertainment. 
Gonna be lit as Jay says.
The full moon glowing red, must be the season on the witch she smiles to herself, it is October!
Get your kink on! 
"Where here!" Jay smiles.
Getting out of the vehicle, looking at the uninviting dwelling, it belongs in an Edgar Allan Poe story she muses. The wooden door with  the brass knocker that resembles a gargoyle. The door opens, 'a party'  people singing and dancing, "welcome" says the door man dressed  and vocally imitating  Lurch from the Addams family. Walking inside it's obviously a gothic themed party that Jay failed to mention. 
-Everybody, yeah
Rock your body, yeah
Everybody, yeah
Rock your body right
Backstreet's back, alright-
Music fills the house and the party is in  full swing. 'Lurch' takes the soju and disappears, "come on" Jay urges.
Stopping dead in my tracks it can't be?
"It's the Backstreet Boys"  squealing with delight. With an indulgent look of amusement "come on I will introduce you".
"Brian AJ Howie Nick Kevin this is.." Kevin interrupts with his deep sexy voice "hello and welcome" swooning with giddiness mumbling thank you.
Looking perturbed "didn't know you were such a fangirl!". Jay states, obviously annoyed. 'I'm not! I'm your number one fan!" Jay's direct gaze is full of disbelief. "Let's dance".
The party is surreal, soju and dancing, AJ declares that dinner is served. 
Rats! Rats! Rats are running across the banquet table nibbling on the food! "Not hungry?" AJ asks "no".
The grandfather clock strikes midnight, chimes ding one to twelve echoing throughout the house. An eerie creepy vibe engulfs the surroundings as if time has stopped. Time of nightmares and goblins. " Where is everybody?" Jay looks around "maybe they all went to bed?" Sipping on Won Soju. "I think we should leave!" Jay agrees.
Heading to the door a voice enquiries "leaving so soon? The party is just getting started!".
Turning around its AJ well I think its AJ dressed as the Phantom of the Opera, his congenial persona from earlier replaced with a menacing alter ego. Grabbing Jay's hand and walking around AJ, "let's go" whispering urgently "now!".
Running into a room and closing the door, the carcasses of dead animals frame the walls, their heads bop from side to side to the music that is blaring.
A scream of terror rings through the room, the scream in mine. 
-Hey, yeah, well
Oh, my God, we're back again
Brothers, sisters, everybody sing
Gonna bring the flavor, show you how
Gotta question for you, better answer now, yeah-
"Run Jay Run" screaming holding his hand, a door thank God a door! Opening the door Brian looks at us and howls, "hes a fucking werewolf" Jay declares. Running into another room a Sarcophagi centers the room and a mummy appears, "Nick?" Jay murmurs.
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-Am I original?
Yeah
Am I the only one?
Yeah
Am I sexual?
Yeah
Am I everything you need?-
Run run run, this is a frigging nightmare! Another room, slamming the door shut, "welcome" Kevin welcomes his deep sexy voice now terrifying the wall behind adorns all manner of torture devices.
Running through the hallway, bats! Everywhere bats! "We have to get out of here,!" Jay states the obvious.
A room! Salvation or another  nightmare!.
A coffin! Great "let's go " I whisper. "Good evening" Howie whispers, 
Running through the halls, trying desperately to find an exit, footsteps! Oh no! "Run Jay, they are chasing us!" 
Brian AJ Howie Kevin and Nick are quickly gaining ground.
"Hey wait up" Brian yells.
The door! Run run. Finally getting to the door, the night air hits like an old friend.
"Do you think we overdid it?" Nick asks.
"What was with Jay?"  Howie states.
"Oh well back to the party" AJ adds.
"It's okay, we are safe now babe!" 
"Omg Backstreet boys are monsters" 
"A bit harsh  babe!"
"You're safe now, I'll protect you babe" Jay adds his eyes glowing red.
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Wu Chang x Reader
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Wu Chang x reader
Xie and Fan both dress as Requiem and the reader is having a mini simp attack.
“Hahahaaaaaaa.” Her laughter filled everyone’s ears then she yells again when Xie blew a kiss over.
“Wu Chang please stop she’ll-“ *CRASH*
Her poor body laid against the ground with the chair while her eyes had a live struck stare. “….And he’s not going to go friendly.” Jose let out a whine knowing Wu Chang’s S/O would throw the match.
During the match the first thing she did was start decoding but then she slammed a pallet then waited only to stop Wu Chang immediately. “Fan fan fan!! Babe! Okay okay staring contest.” Oh boy, Fan gave an annoyed playful glare but her words just made the male chuckle. “The loser has to give the winner a KISS AND THEY HAVE TO PRETEND THEY LIKE IT- okie okie go!” They lean in, she blinks. Suddenly her screams fill the whole map. “NO I LOST! OH NOOOOOOO!!” She then tries to kiss her boyfriend but he picked her up and pressed a smooth kiss against his S/O’s lips instead.
Vera checks the radar, and noticed S/O was ballooned….but how? Suddenly she moves around only to notice Xie carrying his S/O by the waist while he kept touching his face then admiring his eyes. “You’re so beautiful!” Another smooch.
Smooching was the top priority here, her teammates need to get their heads straight. When the ciphers popped Fan slickly downed everyone else then went back to her, she hugs him close before holding his hand to her face. “Fan! I missed you so.”
“(Y/N) EVERYTIME!?” Edgar yells, “SHUT UP MY BOYFRIEND IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOU!”
“YOU SEE HIM EVERYDAY!!”
“I MISS HIM EVERYDAY! DIE FASTER!” Suddenly she was back to complimenting and kissing Fan.
Overall the relationship is more of a hype gf x calm smart bfs who has to tell their gf to chill. Sometimes she’s calm because she’s laying on his chest but other times it’s her simping for him.
One match when he had his Galaxy Tier outfit they both mourned their friends together and he went friendly the whole time, Emma, Kevin, and Tracy, they all mourned someone dear to them.
Now when it comes to you guys being together you’re usually chill, it’s just your love for him is 100 and he appreciates it greatly, Xie enjoys being smothered while Fan struggles to comprehend it.
Sometimes Fan will angrily bury his face into her chest. Bad matches lead to angry guards, Xie is calm about it but he looks so ready to just complain that (Y/N) takes initiative to have him lay on her lap or they lay together.
Okay fair warning but Fan can’t help but nuzzle (Y/N)’s neck then bite it. It’s a habit of his but he just wants to mark her and she really doesn’t help with the teasing she does to them.
She always gets all blushy before trying to kiss them then getting all antsy when they don’t do it. Until they do and now she’s just melting in his arms. “Hehehe, I love you~!”
They’re times when you’re sad however, it’s mainly because you worry about him. “Darling…” Xie lifts your chin: “If you do manage to escape we shall stay by your side.” He sets the umbrella down. “Fan and I both will.” Fan then switches with Xie, “Consider this, you and I are betrothed.” He grabbed their face gently then rubbed a thumb over (Y/N)’s lips.
“Neither of us will ever leave you.” His irises stare into their eyes before he blushed and kissed (Y/N). Later on the poor hunter was getting begged to be kissed again because Fan doesn’t usually initiate the kisses, Xie does when Fan does it. It’s quick: her quiet whines made the black guard grumble before pushing her up by the waist to his chest and then letting (Y/N) smother him again. “This’ll never happen again.” She doesn’t care.
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jostenjorts · 2 years
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My thoughts everywhere at the moment so lets have some Nathaniel x Ichirou I guess, only subtle??? idk its there, romantic, platonic, take it as you will even as I lowkey write it as romantic lmao
These two were inseparable as children which continued on into their teen years, something which their parents highly encouraged. It was best they were in good terms over hating one another after all
The relationship Nathaniel had with Ichirou would have given him the rights to rule the ‘perfect court’ and to taunt Riko, hold it over the second Moriyama brother that hadn’t even met his brother or father
But he didn’t, finding it far more amusing to keep it a secret. Tolerating Riko’s behaviour was difficult, he almost gutted the asshole a few times over the years and would often complain to Ichirou about it, going into graphic detail of what he wished to do
He never did, still choosing to play the role of ‘Riko’s toy’. Allowed the three to be tattooed on his cheek, the perfect match to Riko and Kevin’s and later on Jean’s.
This was the life he chose after all and the one thing his parents taught him was to always go forward with a plan and never back out, even if it were life threatening
Ichirou hated it, offered to have his disowned brother removed. Have unfortunate circumstances happen that would wipe out Riko and would no longer be a bother
Nathaniel only laughed each time, saying he would rather humiliate Riko one day instead of have Riko be honoured for his tragic death every time his death date came around
And then, it got out of hand. Literally, Riko breaking Kevin’s hand with the intent of making him unable to play exy ever again, made the Wesninski heir furious
So a plan came into play; get Kevin away from Edgar Allan University. Get him the fuck away from Riko and the other Raven’s.
It was easier then expected, having Kevin pick a university and team he would like to coach. The timing to get Kevin out went smoothly, bags packed and Kevin, still broken and healing, went along with it
The Moriyama’s weren’t aware of their star players swap from one university to another until it was all over the media. Nathaniel was at the dinner table with them when they found out and could only grin at the knowing look Ichirou sent him
Later on, while Ichirou was sitting on his couch watching a movie play, with Nathaniel laying on his lap did he ask. The redhead only hummed, refusing to answer until the Moriyama heir not so reluctantly begun playing with his hair
Even then, Nathaniel only closed his eyes refusing to answer as it was a dumb question to even be asking in the first place. Because of course he had something to do with it
He shifted, moving his body and head so that he was staring up at Ichirou and lifted a hand to cup the others face. Grinning, amused as he requested that he also be transferred over to Palmetto State University. Asked that he also play for the foxes
A week later he did, within that week he also managed to have Jean transferred so that he was playing for the USC Trojans. Something that was greatly appreciated as Riko was beginning to get aggressive with the other players on the Raven’s team
Nathaniel insisted that the foxes called him Neil, as he never debuted on the Raven’s team so his name wasn’t well known as Riko, Kevin and Jean’s. He had been the hidden player, the mystery that hadn’t shown in interviews or even on the sidelines during games
So, in entered Neil Josten. Played 10 for the Palmetto Foxes and was a mystery to even them despite sharing a room with Seth Gordon and Matt Boyd
Had the tendency to disappear after every practice, came back to the dorms late at night. Was only ever seen on the campus when he was in the library, studying for his classes. Other then that, he was seen by Kevin’s side on the regular if he didn’t disappear
Allison was the only person on the team that Neil did befriend. It was an absolute must in his eyes, and hers apparently, they just clicked from the moment she used him to make her boyfriend jealous and he played along with ease
The foxes were not ready for their friendship, and yet even Allison didn’t know where Neil would disappear off too. Kevin refused to tell anyone, being the only one who did know but would never tell unless Nathaniel told him it was okay
Neil took great pleasure when he had Andrew trying to follow him one day. Was amused that he had his brother and cousin in the car with him, and from the looks of it Kevin was also there
Kevin had called him to give a heads up earlier, knowing his friend would like to have a little fun and he did
Nathaniel walked into a sex store and bought some lollies, laughed at the message Kevin sent him. He walked out on the phone with Ichirou, asking if he would like some icecream later for tonight
Ichirou was questioning what was taking him so long to even show up at their apartment and grew annoyed when told the reason. Had to remind himself that this was the Butcher and Underground Doctors son that he was speaking with
That duo as parents resulted in a child who took pleasure in tormenting others, whether it be physically or mentally. A child who was always amused when someone stared at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking, who he was, if it was a mask or really him
Some days even Ichirou struggled to tell and he was one of the four who grew up besides Nathaniel, outside of his parents and whoever worked under them
Getting off the phone, Neil entered another store. This one selling alcohol and the employees greeted him, starting up a conversation as all he did was buy jerky and chips, not bothering with the alcohol since Ichirou had a supply on hand always
The next stop was a high school, where he just met up with a teenage girl and spoke with her for a few moments. Robin Cross was the closest thing he had to a sister, and oh how he had enjoyed it when he came across her and the man who claimed to be her father
She didn’t live with him, yet, but she took comfort being around him. Knowing he was the one who saved her, rescued her from a terrible man. Nathaniel offered to give her a ride, which she declined, her cheeks flushing as she mentioned that she was waiting for someone
Robin had to give him a jab to the chest and tell him to stop being overbearing and leave
Kevin messaged him once he was on the road again, letting him know that Andrew had given up. Had grown bored but he was still intrigued
Nathaniel grinned, hoping that Andrew would confront him next time. He was disgusted at the next text though, Kevin telling him about the comments Nicky made
He understood it, due to the stores he went to, but apparently Nicky’s comments took whole other turns
Shaking it off, he walked into a small apartment he shared with Ichirou and was instantly interrogated by the other
It all went ignored, the short man navigating around the other with glee to put his purchases down and spoke about Robin and ignored every question thrown his way
Before shutting Ichirou up by pulling him down onto the couch, and with ease moved into his lap, legs either side and teased by kissing everywhere by his lips
A tight grip on his waist had Nathaniel pulling back, which gave Ichirou the chance to swap the position they were in and had the redhead laying on his back, staring up with surprise before the two were sharing a kiss
anyway, I was watching Once Upon a Time as I typed all this out and didn’t read it over so like 😣
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codename-adler · 3 years
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...dance 'til you find someone to die for...
What if instead of Seth, Riko tried to get rid of Aaron?
Chapter 6 ♟️ [table of contents]
(CW: alcoholism, addiction, talk of relapse, abuse, mental health issues)
This revelation of Kevin’s, this wish, his promise, as soon as it was thought, seemed to become his new mantra, instead of the usual Play, Win, Survive, the endless One more day.
This revelation of Kevin’s, this wish, this Riko should be dead, a promise, as soon as it was born, also seemed to put changes in motion in the universe, in retaliation for such a foolish and disrespectful idea.
In other words, Edgar Allan, and Riko, proceeded to finish what they’d started.
Ravens were everywhere.
At first, only for Kevin to see. Dressed in all-black with hints of crimson red, dispersed in the crowd, only visible if you’re looking for them. And Kevin is always looking. He feels something coming, and not just because he is paranoid that his words will cost him.
Seeing Rourke, Ryan and Steele in the bleachers of every Foxes’ game confirms everything Kevin feared.
Noticing Maz, Kucheck, Craig and Belfort in the dark corners of Eden’s Twilight settles everything Kevin already knew in his heart.
Riko is coming.
And this time, he won’t leave loose ends.
Kevin doesn’t know if Riko will stop at Aaron, or if he’ll go after Neil, Andrew, and the other Foxes as well. He doesn’t know how to communicate the threat that is coming their way. How do you go about revealing such a dangerous and shattering truth to a group of people who are barely holding on as it is?
And Aaron… Aaron still won’t speak about that night. Kevin doesn’t know what it’s gonna take to make him talk.
Neil doesn’t care, hasn’t even asked questions about why the drugs were there, who got in and why Aaron was the target.
He must know something.
But Kevin doesn’t ask.
As for Andrew, as long as there is no repeat of that night, as long as Aaron stays on the right track, he seems to completely disregard the events of that fateful night.
But it’s all Kevin can think about.
If nobody will speak of it, if nobody will do a thing about, then Kevin has to keep it all inside, has to be the guardian of that dirty secret. He feels dirtier with every day that passes, feels sicker, weaker, guiltier…
How did they get in?
And who got in?
How did they know about Aaron’s history?
Is there someone on the team who’s playing double agent?
Is there a traitor among the Foxes?
Who could it be?
Could it be…  Neil?
Kevin feels like throwing up just having the audacity to think about such an accusation. Surely, surely, Andrew would know by now if Neil was a threat…
Surely, surely, Andrew would know better…
Kevin spends his nights spiralling down a bottle of vodka.
By the time the Fall Banquet rounds the corner, Kevin drinks more than he sleeps, more than he eats, more than he studies, almost, almost more than he practices and plays.
Kevin can’t stand it anymore.
Neither can Aaron.
He makes his move on the bus ride to Blackwell University. He witnessed Wymack handing Kevin a bottle and he almost threw a fit right there and then.
As soon as the bus starts, Aaron pushes himself off of his seat at the complete back of the bus and aggressively sits down beside Kevin. He openly steals the bottle and throws it out the window, the Foxes too busy and too loud to notice the movement or the crash of glass against concrete; Wymack too focused on getting out the parking lot; Neil and Andrew too lost in each other’s bullshit; and Kevin, too stunned to move faster than Aaron.
“Now what in the everlasting hell has crawled up your ass and died!?” Kevin rudely shouts at Aaron, his fists tightening on themselves.
“Your constant state of inebriety is making it very difficult for me to stay sober, Day. If you don’t wanna add that to your list of sins, you better stop drinking yourself into oblivion,” Aaron calmly replies.
“You– Wha– Huh…?” Kevin stammers.
“I see alcohol has already ruined you ability to speak. Next your liver will fail you, as will your memory and your oh so precious Exy skills. If I were you, I’d start a detox in the far confines of Utah right away before it’s too late. Would give us some peace and quiet for a while, too, more so if you pack up fucking Josten in your carry-on,” Aaron continues while staring straight ahead.
Kevin is speechless.
Would he really want…?
“Would you really want me gone?” Kevin asks quietly.
Aaron considers Kevin for the first time since switching seats, as if seeing him in a whole new light.
“I’d want you to stop ruining yourself with vodka, that’s for sure. And to be rid of fucking Josten would be a God-given gift. But… It’s just really, really hard to watch you drink and drink and drink when you’re basically our only hope at Championships and the only thing keeping this team together. And you drink, and drink, and drink, and all I get is cracker dust and God I wish… It’s just… hard. You make it very hard, Kevin.”
If Kevin wasn’t that speechless before, he definitely was now.
“Did you just– Did you just admit that I’m the superior player of this team?” Kevin asks too seriously to be considered teasing.
“No one will believe you,” Aaron replies, turning his gaze back to the front of the bus.
“…Thanks. I guess. Also, fuck you,” Kevin says.
“Yeah, yeah. I have eyes, you know. And ears. I hear you every time you uncap a Smirnoff. I see you every night, passed out drunk and not really sleeping. It’s more like you’re in limbo. I heard you last night, too. When you threw that bottle across the bathroom floor. I’m the one who cleaned it up this morning before Andrew or Nicky could see you. I fucking hate bathrooms. The worse seems to happen in them…” Aaron reveals.
“Oh…” is all Kevin can reply.
“Yeah, 'oh’. You’re welcome, by the way. But like… Don’t get this wrong, I don’t give a single fuck about you, but I can’t have you sink lower into alcoholism while I’m trying my best not to relapse. I swear to God, I’m not letting Andrew lock me up again. Never again,” Aaron murmurs quickly between two shallow breaths.
“I– I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kevin lies.
“Oh really? Which part? The part where you’re a raging alcoholic in denial, or the part where Andrew is the worst sober buddy? Because, newsflash, you’re well-aware of both these facts. You’re such a liar, Day,” Aaron responds, bitter.
“Pot, meet kettle,” Kevin gestures between them, defeated.
“Ah, touché.”
Both sit in silence for a while, Kevin’s fidgeting increasing by the minute.
“You know who’s waiting for me at the Banquet. I don’t need to remind you that they might be waiting for you, too. For all of us, maybe,” Kevin says in a shaky voice. “Everybody’s completely fine with letting me face them with Absolut as my only shield. They know as much as I do that I can’t deal with anything while sober. So what do you expect me to do? Suddenly grow a spine I’ve never had and what, stand up to him?”
“Exactly that, cowboy.”
“You’re a fucking jerk, you know that?” Kevin spits.
“Tell me, whose spine got out of Evermore? Whose spine got back into Exy? Whose spine learned to play right-handed, and still stubbornly tries to rehabilitate its left hand? Yeah, I know about that too. You have spasms when you sleep that weren’t there before when you arrived. I put two and two together. Tell me, Day, whose spine was it?” Aaron probes.
“I–”
“Yours, Kevin. That’s the only answer there is. You’re not the poster child of bravery, I’ll give you that, but then none of us are. So, I’ll ask you this: can you, or can you not, face the Ravens sober tonight?” Aaron goes on.
Could he?
Could he possibly…?
“And what would I get out of it, huh? An awesome mental breakdown? A terrific panic attack? What are you willing to give me that could possibly rival the deadly trap we’re about to walk into?” Kevin angrily asks.
“My game.”
A silence.
“I’ll give you my game.”
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simonsrosebud · 3 years
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the one where someone doesn’t know who kevin day is, pt. 3
part one two four five
kevin has a talk with them the next morning before practice.  or more of just him storming into the lounge and going off.  the four freshman are there, too, but he doesn’t quite care.
“dalton isn’t fucked up like the rest of us!  there’s a reason i didn’t want any of you meeting or even knowing about him and it’s not because i hadn’t fucking come out yet.  he’s not a fox, and he’s not even thea.  he’s not involved with exy, he doesn’t know about riko and me and the moriyama’s and the rest!  there’s a lot of shit he doesn’t know about yet and none of you had the right throwing it all out in the air last night just to have a fucking laugh.  tell me, was it funny?  was it fucking funny getting him shitfaced just to get some answers and take the piss?!”
dan stands, and kevin holds a hand out.  she looks to andrew, but his silence sides him with kevin.  “kevin, we were just trying to-“
“you have no excuses, dan.  none of you do.  you were trying to make a fool of me and my boyfriend for nothing.  and now, i have to go cure his curiosity of the things you all said.”  and he storms out.
wymack doesn’t stop him.  if anything, he looks mad at those left.  “the fuck did you do to him to make him skip practice?!  you realize that’s never happened so long as he’s lived, right?!  we don’t have protocol for the day kevin skips exy.”
meanwhile, dalton doesn’t actually have that many questions.  the numbing of alcohol for a face tattoo is understandable, especially knowing that kevin’s sober and therefore must have had a problem.  the cracker dust he asks about just because he doesn’t know what it is- he doesn’t like it, but trusts kevin that he’s done with it.  he’s seen the scar along kevin’s hand, he already assumed it was from a surgery.  the edgar allen thing was too vague for him to be curious about, but he does ask- not about, the father comment, but if he’s okay about it.  kevin tells him this much;  that he transferred from edgar allen to palmetto because he’d known for a few years that wymack was his father, and that he didn’t have the courage to tell him until last year.
kevin thanks the gods that dalton doesn’t ask about or seem to remember any mention of the yakuza.
they’re at kevin’s suite because he knows they’ll have a few hours by themselves with everyone at the stadium, but only an hour in there’s knocking on the door.  dalton has his lips on kevin’s- he’d just said how he likes having access to his “real smile”.  “gonna get it?”  kevin shakes his head.  the knocking starts again.
“come on, kevin!  we’re sorry!  just open up for a second!”
kevin knows dalton likes when he speaks french, so he sighs and kisses him before whispering, “i hate them all.”
dan is at his door with matt and allison in tow.  “what do you want?”
“to apologize.”  kevin raises his eyebrows.  “look, we take the piss a lot and you never seemed to be visibly affected by it, so we didn’t realize that last night was upsetting you until you left.”
“you said never have i ever seen kevin have a meltdown.  why do you think you’ve seen that?  because i’m a toddler?  you know what i’ve had my reasons.”  riko.  the moriyamas.
“i know.  look, we don’t want to give you excuses.  i-i don’t have an explanation.  you’ve always kind of let us take the piss without saying anything, and we took it too far, especially last night.  andrew looked like he wanted to kill nicky for the yakuza comment, but neil talked to him about it before we went to the stadium this morning,” she whispers the last part because she’s not stupid, and kevin huffs.
matt jumps in.  “we wanna make it up to you, man.  you’ve obviously hid him from us for a reason and we proved you right.”  kevin honestly wants to get back to dalton and he wants it to just be over with.  “bring him to the winter banquet, we’ll be nice.  if anyone says anything i’ll punch em.  neil will chew em out.”
kevin grimaces.  the ravens will be at the banquet.  it’s in just over a month, the second week of december.  he’ll have to tell dalton some things by then.  and he might have to say something to the public.
he doesn’t tell him anything.  not yet, at least.  he still has three weeks until the banquet- he hasn’t even asked dalton yet.  he starts to like away games a little more than before, though.  he gets dalton a little postcard from every new state they go to.  he tapes them all to one of the walls of his room.
he’s on the phone with dalton at an airport general store, even, when he gets interrupted by two girls.  he puts on his press smile before he even notices.  “hold on, d.”
he doesn’t love fan interactions.
when they leave, dalton asks him with amusement if he’s got fans now, and kevin kind of decides he should probably tell him some more about his life because jesus, does he have fans.  he needs to tell him about he and riko.  what they were, what they were to fans of exy, what kevin was to fans of exy.  what kevin was to riko- without involving the yakuza.
but he doesn’t, because dalton never brings up the topic of “fans” again.
he doesn’t tell him until a week later, when he wakes up from a nightmare.
dalton’s leaning over him, speaking, but all kevin sees is riko riko riko.  it takes all of two seconds for dalton to back off.
“hey, hey, it’s me, it’s dalton.  you’re safe, you’re in my apartment.  no one else is here, i promise.”
kevin’s breathing so hard, dalton flicks the lamp on and he just crumbles.  he sits up and presses his hands over his eyes, “i’m sorry.”
“can i touch you?” he nods.  dalton’s sitting at his side, cross legged, and gently pulls kevin’s hands off his eyes.  “you don’t have to be sorry.  i know there’s shit in here,” he lightly lifts his hands to hold kevin’s face and taps his temple with a finger, “i don’t need to know what it is, just know you don’t have to apologize for it, and know you’re safe.”
kevin nods and twists to hug him.  and dalton wraps his arms securely around kevin’s back.  he presses a kiss to the top of his head and mumbles “c’mere” to prompt kevin into climbing into his lap.
dalton slides his fingers through kevin’s hair and it’s just so soothing, it nearly puts him to sleep.  and when dalton lays back down kevin stays wrapped around him with his cheek pressed to his chest.
when kevin wakes up it’s to find they’ve switched positions overnight.  dalton’s got his arm lazily draped over kevin’s waist, almost holding him close like a pillow.  his ankle is thrown over kevin’s, and his head is pressed into the back of kevin’s neck.
kevin doesn’t want to move.  in fact, he stays so still so as to not wake dalton, that when he stirs kevin just shushes him and pulls dalton’s arm back around him.  he holds his hand close to his chest.
dalton’s not stupid.  he knows kevin’s awake and nuzzles himself closer.  “you like being cuddled.”
“you’re the one doing it, not me.”  but he definitely tilts further into the pillow to expose his neck when dalton starts kissing up the side.
“you like being the little spoon.”  and pushes himself up over kevin.  “you like when you’re on the bottom, kev.” he kisses him deep into the mattress despite morning breath, and noses down his neck.  “i like it.”
kevin tugs at dalton’s hair.  “and what… what about it?”
ahaha.  aha.  sex.
anyway.
he tells dalton everything afterwards.  he leaves out the yakuza part, and the fact of neil’s past, because that’s another monster.  but he tells him the rest.  who his mother is and why he’s such a big deal in the exy world;  why he really left edgar allen and came to the foxes;  the tattoo that’s buried under his chess piece and what it meant.  what his relationship with riko was really like, and everything about their past and the abuse he endured.
and he fills him in on what triggers him because of that: small pitch black rooms, confined spaces without an easy way out, holding his hand too tight, the mention of riko moriyama, a lot of other things.
and dalton stays. 
so kevin asks him to the banquet.  when he says yes, he asks wymack for help arranging an interview.  there are enough people and press lingering outside the exy banquets, and he’d like to hold his boyfriend’s hand on the way in this year.
it’s scheduled to be live the morning before the banquet.  it’s with sophie silletti for espn college exy, and she posts about it as soon as it’s booked.
kevin sits with her.  it’s nothing like kathy ferdinand.  they talk strictly about exy and eventually, with his pre-approved questions, she brings up thea’s team’s most recent game.  “and forgive me if i’m wrong, but you and thea muldani split recently, yes?”
kevin nods.  “back in may, i’d say.  we’re still friendly, i have the utmost respect towards her.  in the end it just didn’t work out.”  i haven’t talked to her in months.
sophie nods.  “everything happens for a reason, i’d like to think.”
“of course.  it wouldn’t have led me elsewhere.”
“is that hinting at something?  i feel we don’t normally talk about this, but does kevin day have someone new in his love life?”  
kevin palms are sweating.  he hopes his face isn’t red with nerves.  “i do, actually.  i won’t say anything about him for his own privacy” i don’t want the public’s prying eyes “but we’ve been together for a bit, now.”
sophie is grinning, she feigns surprise.  “i heard you say him, did i not?  anything else to tell us?”
he keeps his smile easy, but he can feel the worry in the back of his head telling himself they can see right through it.  “if you’re asking, then sure.  i’m a bisexual man, so yes, my partner is also a man.  this is the first time i’ve ever announced it to the public, actually.”  as if that wasn’t the whole point of today.
“at least your fangirls can keep their hopes up, then, yeah?  still got a 50/50 shot!  and i’ve got to say, i feel honored you trusted me and my show with a milestone like this.  coming out certainly is a big deal, or at least nerve wracking!  how do you feel?” she laughs.  “is it like a weight lifted from your shoulders?”
“i was never too stressed about it.”  lies.  “some will hate, sure, but my job is the game.  if my fans are true then this won’t change that.  speaking of,” and then it’s back to exy.
wymack drives them back to palmetto, and when they’re close enough he says, “i’m proud of you for doing that.”
“thanks.”
“where am i dropping you off?”
kevin knows andrew and neil probably watched the interview, and he doesn’t feel like dealing with whatever they’ve got to say about it.  so wymack drops him at dalton’s who hugs him as soon as he opens the door.
“you watched?”
“of course.”  he kisses his cheek.
all posts/updates relating to this au can be found in the “OC: dalton miller” tag!
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I really want to know more about the Stonewall Tapes👀👀
Omg.. strap yourself in. Like 2 posts ago I said I usually steer clear of writing graphic smut. Well… turns out that wasn’t always true and I completely forgot about my vague attempt to write the actual detailed scene of what Brett caught on camera in Jughead’s dorm room 🙈🙈🙈🙈 When I initially started writing Tapes of Us, I had the intention of writing a tie-in, xxx version of called The Stonewall Tapes - that is, purely a fic that showed ALL the tapes Brett made that were referenced in the fic. (I think there were 3 or something in the end?). Also, the BDSM-type tape that got recorded in their bedroom was going to make an appearance as a bonus scene. I never finished it though, I think I freaked myself out and felt like I was spying on Bughead myself by writing it 🤣🤣 it just felt a bit icky to me. I do actually technically reference the contents of The Stonewall Tapes several times throughout Tapes of Us - like when Betty sees it, when Ethel shows it to Polly, and when Kevin tells Jughead the Bulldogs think he’s a God for going down on Betty for twenty minutes :’) 
Tapes of Us took a darker direction I didn’t anticipate when I started out, though, so I didn’t think The Stonewall Tapes was appropriate anymore and promptly forgot about its existence until today. In any case, writing smut in its pure form just really isn’t my style. I don’t think I write it particularly well, and I want to make sure I’m proud of what I post on the official fanfic pages. I also don’t know how I feel about having just straight up sex fics on my ao3 page because I have a chronic fear that my relatives will see them (even though they are sick of me and my Riverdale shit). 
Here on tumblr, however… 
this might need a trigger warning - Jughead briefly thinks about Betty being traumatised by Edgar Evernever trying to lobotomise her and that whole being tied to a hospital bed thing.  
Thanksgiving – 4x07
“Hey, I was thinking maybe if the storm clears up by tomorrow morning, that we could go home for the weekend.” Jughead leaned a little closer to Betty.
“Sure. In the meantime, how… how will we stay warm tonight?” she smirked, and Jughead immediately noted the cheeky glint in her eyes.
Jughead gave his girlfriend a sly smile as he pushed all the candy wrappers to the floor. Betty let the blanket fall off her shoulders and placed her hands on Jughead’s arms as he pulled her on top of him. Her laughter was the only sound in the room as he started kissing down her neck. The giggling continued as he slid her shirt up and over her head, but as he returned his mouth to her neck and his lips made their way further down, to the top of her now-exposed breasts, the laughter died off and became sighs of pleasure.
The sounds Betty was making ignited a primal urge in Jughead, and he wrapped one arm around Betty’s back to hold her against his chest as he flipped their positions, settling between her legs as she laughed again. She bit her lip and rolled her hips against his, her eyes glistening with desire. 
He pulled off his own shirt, dislodging his beanie in the process and tossed them both aside. Betty pulled him back down and their mouths connected in a feverish kiss. Heat started to build up in Jughead’s abdomen as Betty’s tongue slid into his mouth. Her hands trailed down from his face to the side of his neck, then shoulders, then up his back and down around his stomach – exploring his body in a way she hadn’t been able to for a while.
Jughead was suddenly very conscious of the fact that they were alone, with no parents or siblings to overhear or walk in on them… sure, it had been a few weeks since they’d had sex, but it had been even longer since they’d had sex without needing to be quiet. The thought turned him on almost as much as the feel of her hands – which were now sliding deliciously over the front of his plaid pyjama pants.
Jughead groaned into Betty’s mouth and reluctantly disentangled his lips and tongue from hers. He kissed down her neck, and then further down her chest, pausing briefly to tease and lick her nipples. She ran her hands through his hair as she panted and wrapped her legs around his hips.
He trailed his own fingers through Betty’s hair so he could get a grip on it then tugged her head back. He slid his tongue up her chest to the place her neck joined her shoulder and swirled patterns around it. She moaned as Jughead ground into her.
Things were heating up so fast between them that Jughead barely noticed the frigid coldness in the air anymore. He ground his hips against Betty again, this time pressing his whole body onto her and pinning her down experimentally. Her eyes were closed now, and she seemed overwhelmed with the building pleasure.
Jughead’s thoughts were becoming a lot less rational with the feel of Betty’s bare chest against his own, so he decided that if he was going to put his plan for Betty in place, he needed to do so while he could still think straight.
He shifted so he could kneel above her and start kissing her chest again, then further down, onto her belly and the skin above the top of her pants. She unwrapped her legs – now around his back – to let him slowly pull her pyjama pants down and toss them across the room.
He looked her in the eyes as he went back to trailing kisses from her belly button to her hip. She shivered as he took some of the lace of her underwear between his teeth and roughly dragged them down her legs. She huffed out a quick laugh and he smirked up at her, her underwear still between his teeth. He winked at her before he flung them aside with a flick of his head.
Betty reached for him with her hands outstretched. Jughead laced his fingers through Betty’s and locked them in place, enjoying the warmth and planting another feverish kiss on her lips. He kept his grip on her hands as he abruptly shifted and dipped his head between her thighs. 
“Juggie…” Betty moaned as she closed her eyes again, her head falling back against the pillows. Jughead swirled his tongue against her expertly – two years with Betty Cooper and Jughead knew her body almost as well as he knew his own. He used his lips, his tongue, his teeth – and eventually his fingers, feeling his confidence building as Betty moaned and gasped. He knew by now exactly what turned her on, what wound her up, and what would get her off… and he used it to his advantage, licking and sucking until he could feel her starting to come undone. 
“I’m so close, Juggie.” Her hands moved into his hair and she tugged on it. The feeling gave him a jolt of excitement. He knew what she wanted – his mouth back on her mouth and him inside her… but he had other ideas.
He moved his mouth to place kisses along her thighs, down towards her knees, then back up to circle her centre with his tongue again. She groaned and tugged on his hair.
“Jug… stop teasing me… I need you.” Her sweet voice – now breathy and husky with desire – was enough to make the muscles in his stomach tighten. But not enough to distract him from his goal. 
He kissed back up her stomach, and she sighed with relief – then he moved his mouth back down again. He slipped two of his fingers into her and bit his lip to stop himself from groaning at how wet she was for him. He kissed her thighs, satisfied with the noises coming from her mouth and she twitched and ground her hips against his hand.
“Oh God, Jughead, please… please.”
He slid his hands up to her breasts and went right back to kissing her thighs. Betty’s chest was moving up and down in time with her heavy breathing. Her eyes were on his now, and Jughead almost lost his nerve with the look she was giving him. Her green eyes were almost animalistic in their desire for him, and he grew impossibly harder as he slid his tongue against her again.
“What… oh my God don’t stop... ahh... Juggie what are you doing?” Betty was struggling to form coherent sentences. He’d removed his mouth just as her legs were starting to shake, and she gripped his shoulders so tight her nails were starting to dig into the skin.
He kissed her left hip bone, right on top of her Serpent tattoo. “Have you ever heard of edging, Betts?” he moved back up and kissed her neck; she wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him closer. She locked her legs around his waist and ground her hips up against him. He couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped his mouth. “No, not yet.” He held her hips down to stop her from grinding against him in the best kind of way. 
Betty took a few gulping breaths. “Edging… right… um… I think so, maybe?” she kissed his neck and sucked on the skin.
Jughead leaned into her touch for a moment, savouring the feel of her warm skin. He kissed her again and held himself up with his forearms. Jughead thought the time to enact his plan was now or never, because he was fast losing his resolve the more Betty kissed and sucked on his neck. Making out with your naked girlfriend was a dangerous game to play if you were trying not to have sex. 
Jughead readied himself for her reaction. “Hey Betty…” he kissed her neck and ran a hand up to her chest. “Can I tie your hands to my bed frame…” he kissed her jaw. “and go down on you until you’re completely undone?” he all but whispered the last part in her ear.
Betty’s breathing hitched, and she pulled back a bit to look into his eyes. Jughead was completely prepared for her to reject his request. It didn’t matter to him whether she accepted his proposition or not, but their sex life had been entirely vanilla for six months, and he knew Betty’s tastes were usually a little spicier. Not that Jughead cared, he was entirely satisfied with their relationship – both sexually and emotionally – but was always more than willing to indulge Betty in any of her sexual escapades.
Jughead knew the reason Betty didn’t want to be dominated lately wasn’t because she didn’t like it… rather, it was because she was scared. Honestly, he thought she was probably traumatised to the point of needing therapy, but Jughead was no psychiatrist. But he was her boyfriend, and if he could ease her back into being comfortable with her experimentation with kink, then the least he could do was try. And she seemed to be responding positively to his own experimentation so far…
Betty audibly swallowed and turned her head to the side. Jughead wondered if she was thinking about the last time she was tied to a bed. Was she remembering the restraints Edgar Evernever had forced her into, the ones she had struggled against before he forced a mask onto her face to knock her out while she screamed? 
Jughead laid down beside her and put one hand in her hand. With the other he stroked his fingers through her hair and kissed her cheek. “I don’t know, Jughead.” She finally whispered.
“That’s okay, Betts. We don’t have to.” Jughead kissed her on her lips and put his arms around her to pull her half on top of him. They stayed like this for a couple of minutes; just kissing. Heated, passionate kisses – but just kisses. Betty wound her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
“Mmm… okay.” Betty whispered.
Jughead laid his head next to hers on his pillow. “Yeah?” he placed a hand on her hip. “You’re okay with that?”
Betty looked into his eyes. “Yeah…” she placed one of her hands on his cheek. “I trust you.” She ran her fingers down his chest, pausing only to play with the elastic of his pyjama pants. “Also, if you don’t make me come soon,” she leaned closer to Jughead and her hot breath on his ear made him groan, “I just might implode.”
Jughead grinned and quickly jumped off the top bunk, he found his red uniform tie, then paused as he saw Betty’s hair elastic in
---- aaaaand that’s all I got up to. the plan was that they have a rather successful experimentation with kink, and the next chapter would have been betty asking jughead to choke her, which as i’m sure anyone who’s read the first few chapters of tapes of us will remember doesn’t go well because they lack experience. i’m really not nearly as well-versed in the BDSM world as I think I am, so it’s probably for the best that I abandoned this fic :’) still, i can always cringe fondly at The Stonewall Tapes. 
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sakurayumeno · 3 years
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Masterlist
This contains all of my writing from Jan. 2021-Oct. 2022. Check out the other masterlist parts below for more recent posts.
Part 2
Rules
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Females
—Demi
Reacting to S/O Smacking their Butt
—Fiona
Relationship Hcs
—Mary
Reacting to S/O Suddenly Hugging Them
Males
—Aesop
Reacting to their crush sleep on their shoulder
S/O holding their hand while decoding
Dating Hcs
Reacting to S/O Smacking their Butt
Reacting to S/O Suddenly Hugging Them
Yanderes Reacting to 'I Hate You'
Kissing Hcs
Teasing During Match (Nsfw)
NSFW Alphabet: B, I, T
NSFW Alphabet: F, J, O, V
Yanderes Reacting to You Attacking Them
—Alva
Yanderes Reacting to You Attacking Them
—Andrew
S/O holding their hand while decoding
Taking care of easily sick S/O
General Hcs
Clingy Yandere + Oblivious S/O
Relationship Hcs
Reacting to S/O Smacking their Butt
Yanderes Reacting to You Attacking Them
—Antonio
Yandere Hcs
—Edgar
Yandere Hcs
Comforting and Affectionate S/O
Yanderes Reacting to 'I Hate You'
Yanderes Reacting to You Attacking Them
—Eli
Reacting to their crush sleep on their shoulder
Reacting to S/O Smacking their Butt
Reacting to S/O Suddenly Hugging Them
Yanderes Reacting to 'I Hate You'
Kissing Hcs
Teasing During Match (Nsfw)
NSFW Alphabet: P, D, I, M
Yanderes Reacting to You Attacking Them
—Jose
S/O who says random things
Reacting to S/O Smacking their Butt
—Joseph
Yandere Hcs
Modern goth S/O + playing video games
Domestic Hcs
Teasing During Match (Nsfw)
NSFW Alphabet: L, O, V, E
—Kevin
S/O holding their hand while decoding
Tsundere S/O
Reacting to S/O Smacking their Butt
—Kurt
Relationship Hcs
—Luca
S/O holding their hand while decoding
Modern goth S/O + playing video games
Stalker S/O
Reacting to S/O Smacking their Butt
Yandere Alphabet: B, L, S
—Luchino
Yanderes Reacting to You Attacking Them [H & S]
NSFW Alphabet: K, F, D [S]
—Naib
Reacting to their crush sleep on their shoulder
Jealous Hcs
Dating Hcs
Yandere Skin Hcs
Reacting to S/O Smacking their Butt
Yandere Colonel Dax Hcs
Modern goth S/O + playing video games
Decoder S/O
Yandere Hcs
Reacting to S/O Suddenly Hugging Them
Kissing Hcs
Teasing During Match (Nsfw)
—Norton
Yandere Skin Hcs
Reacting to their crush sleep on their shoulder
Jealous Hcs
S/O who says random things
Reacting to S/O Smacking their Butt
Easily Flustered S/O Hcs
Modern goth S/O + playing video games
Lazy S/O Who’s Great at Matches
Yandere Hcs
Decoder S/O
Reacting to S/O Suddenly Hugging Them
Yanderes Reacting to 'I Hate You'
Kissing Hcs
Teasing During Match (Nsfw)
NSFW Alphabet: D, J
Yan. Alphabet: K, Q, X
Yanderes Reacting to You Attacking Them
NSFW Alphabet: C, F, K, M
—Orpheus
NSFW Alphabet: K, O, U, V
—Philippe
Yanderes Reacting to 'I Hate You'
Teasing During Match (Nsfw)
—Wu Chang
General Hcs
Yandere Flying Guillotine Hcs
Lazy S/O Who’s Great at Matches
Reacting to S/O Suddenly Hugging Them
Yanderes Reacting to 'I Hate You'
—Victor
S/O That’s Allergic to Dogs
Reacting to S/O Smacking their Butt
Yandere Skin Hcs
NSFW Alphabet: D, F, J, O
NSFW Alphabet: K, T
—William
Reacting to S/O Smacking their Butt
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