Request: your dating Reggie for a couple years & when Veronica comes she likes him and tries to like break them up. But then she sees how much we love each other & feels really bad.
Veronica stepped her way inside of Riverdale High with Betty on one side and Kevin on the other. For her first day here she didn’t feel as nervous as she thought she would but it all changed when they walked in. Everyone stopped and stared, most were whispering about what Veronica assumed to be her. Making their way down the hallway Kevin and Betty were telling her all of the latest gossip of Jason Blossom murder. It happened to be the talk of the town and they didn’t want her to be completely clueless on her first day.
“There is Archie Andrews” Kevin said as he pointed over to a redhead boy by the lockers. “Betty best friend and soulmate”
“You two are dating?” Veronica asked cursorily, wanting to know more on this wonderful topic.
“Shh Kevin and no we are not we’re just friends.”
“That Betty is here in love with but is too sacred to say anything about it” Kevin spoke at he looked at the handsome boy as Betty eyed him down not impressed he was doing this here in the school hallway.
“Who’s that?” Veronica asked as she lifted her eyebrows liking what she was seeing. A tall built boy was making his way to Archie’s side at his locker. She had to admit he was hot.
“That’s Reggie Mantle, he was one of Jason’s best friends. He also on the football team as well” Betty told Veronica. She nodded her head he was for sure her type.
As the four of them sat at the lunch table talking and enjoying their food, Veronica let her eyes wander the school yards. Looking at all of the different kind of social groups she wondering where she use to fit into. One table caught her eye, it was the football team. She scanned her eyes until she found Reggie, the boy she wanted to be hers. She was shocked as an random girl came up to him placing a water bottle in front of him, then went to leave but not before Reggie kissed her cheek.
“Who’s that?” She asked interrupting the conversion. All of them turned to see who Veronica was talking about, Kevin was the first one to speak
“That’s Y/N L/N, she’s a year older than us”
“She’s also Reggie girlfriend” Archie added causing Veronica eyes to widen.
“You guy didn’t tell me he had a girlfriend”
“You didn’t asked, what’s it to you anyway” Betty claimed before she realized what was on her mind. “It’s not going to happen V. They have been dating for years”
“Their the longest running couple in this school” Kevin added in.
“We will see about that” Veronica announced as she got up from her spot to make her way to her next class, passing by Reggie’s table she gave him a wink. He smiled but was slightly confused on what she was doing.
Knowing she was here before you were Veronica knew that was the perfect time to get started on her break up plan. Watching the boys leave the room one by one pretending she was there for Archie but she already knew he left, she waited. Until she saw the boy she was looking for Reggie. She moved to block his way of coming out of the room.
“Hey Reggie” V said as sweetly as she could.
“Veronica right? You are the new girl?” Reggie questioned remembering her from earlier that day when she winked at him. It hurt V a bit when he didn’t really know who she was but she didn’t care.
“Yes the one and only” She started while laying her hand on his chest. Reggie look down at her confused on what she was doing.
“W-” But she cutted him off, standing on her toes, she leaned to meet Reggie’s ear and whispered
“Meet me at Pop’s at eight, we could get some milkshakes” Before Reggie even had a chance to denied Veronica was already gone. You passed her on your way in but didn’t think anything of it until you got to Reggie.
“Hey sorry I’m late, Cheryl was talking to me. What’s wrong with you? You looked like you seen a ghost” You asked as you put your head on Reggie’s forehead making sure he didn’t have a fever.
“It’s nothing, just something that I got to deal with later” He smiled happy to see you finally here.
“Okay whatever Reg as long as everything is fine” Lacing your hands with his, you guys made your way to his car while chatting about each other day.
Reggie looked around Pop’s as he step in looking for Veronica. He came with one thing in mind and that was to turn her down. He didn’t like her like that because he loved you. Spotting her in one of the back booth he made his way over, siding in the seat across from her. Veronica smiled thinking she was getting to him and knowing that if she gets her way there wouldn’t be no more Reggie and you.
“Well look who decided to come” Veronica said cheerfully while reaching her hand across the table onto Reggie’s. He looked down with disgust and pull his hand back down by his side. V looked at him with a frown.
“I think you got the wrong idea Veronica” Reggie started to say but the door opened to Pop’s making V stared at the person who walked in. Reggie turned to see who was so important but wished he haven’t when he saw you. You caught sight of them right away and went over.
“Well well what do we have here?” You mocked full well knowing what it was.
“Babe it’s not what you think” Reggie said while getting up but you stopped him and pushed him back into the seat. Leaning over the table to come face to face with Veronica you started to speak
“Listen here Ms. Lodge, I know you are new and don’t know how this little town works yet but you should know one thing. You don’t go after someone else’s boyfriend. You knew he was taken because Betty and them told you but you still had to try right?. I don’t know what’s going on in your mess up family and frankly I don’t care but if you value your life or that stupid pearl necklace you will stay away. Got it?” Veronica look at you wide eyes and nodded. She didn’t think that any of this was going to happen more so you telling her off. You seemed to sweet and innocent to do it but boy was she wrong. Standing back up straight you grabbed ahold of Reggie’s hand pulling him out behind you. Standing outside of Pop’s, Reggie only had one thing to say.
“Damn that was hot babe” Smirking Reggie felt proud that your were all his.
“What can I stay I love what’s mine and no bitch is going to take it away” You said with a laugh, Reggie then kiss you. You guys were each others and no one was going to stand in yours guys way of happiness.
Summery: Theo finally has some fun with his childhood crush
“Hey, you want a ride?” Theo called as he spotted you
walking home alone. “Come on, we live right next door it’s not like it’s out of
He growled to himself when you shyly shook your head and
hurried away. He liked to think he’d moved on from pre-school, but here he was,
feeling like he was back in first grade. Except now you were hot and didn’t
have any building blocks for him to knock over.
He made such an idiot of himself in first grade, tiddling
after you, stealing toys and pulling your pigtails in utter desperation to get
your attention. He would forever be sat on the naughty step watching other kids
play with you, his best friend and neighbour, simply because he’d not wanted to
Theo let his mind run over his most recent daydreams as he
stopped at a red light. There was no doubt in his mind you’d be submissive, the
scent of complains clouded his head every time he passed you in the corridor,
making it hard not to just throw and arm over your shoulder and steer you to an
empty class room.
Niklaus paced in the
yard in the Mikaelson house, he and his siblings trying to think of a way to
stop their aunt Dahlia. Hayley was trying to put Hope to bed.
“I can’t take her down
on my own.” Fraya told her new found siblings.
“Then we get more
witches.” Nik said getting frustrated.
“Well then you’re
lucky.” Marcel said as he walked in the yard. “Because Davina said that the
ancestors and the living witches of New Orleans just felt a powerful witch come
in New Orleans yesterday.”
“I didn’t feel
anything.” Fraya said frowning.
“That’s because you’re
not a New Orleans witch.” Marcel explained.
“Great, how can we
find her?” Klaus turned to Marcel waiting for an answer.
“Davina agreed to help
if you stop harassing her.” Marcel said crossing his hands in front of his
chest, with a small glare on his face. “And help her bring Kol back.”
Elijah said. “Consider it done.”
“Okay then, how can
Davina find her?” Rebekah asker her on and off boyfriend.
“She’ll be able to
feel the source of power if she concentrated hard enough.” Marcel once again
explained what Davina had told him.
“Then let us take a
trip around New Orleans then.” Niklaus said and he, Elijah and Marcel left the
house and went to pick up Davina.
Davina was walking
around New Oleans with the two Originals, Fraya and Marcel. They were all
following her as she closed her eyes and walked to where she felt the most
magic coming from. Suddenly Fraya stops and gasps, they all turn to look at
“I can feel her, we’re
very close.” Fraya said gasping for air. She calmed down after a bit and,
Davina and her walked up to a skyscraper.
“She’s in this
building.” Davina said and Fraya nodded in confirmation.
Klaus compelled the
door man and found out who is the newest resident. They were given the number
of the floor and get in the big elevator it fits them all comfortably. They got to one of the top penthouses in the
“She’s here, I’m
sure.” Fraya said once they got out of the elevator. Klaus rang the bell and
they all waited for it to open. When the
door opened they all were shocked. They didn’t know what to expect well they
thought that they’ll be met with an old witch. They didn’t expect you at all.
“Yes?” You asked to
the group of vampires and witches in front of you.
“Hello, I’m Klaus-“ “I
already know who you are.” You interrupted they hybrid. “What do you want?”
“Can’t we just say
hello to the newest witch in town?” Klaus asked giving you a charming smile
that most women fell for and Marcel along with Davina rolled their eyes.
“You can, but that’s
not why two Mikaelsons, an ex-Mikaelson, a new Mikaelson and a harvest girl
doing on my door steps.” You crossed your hand and raised an eyebrow.
They all looked at
each other, wandering how you knew them.
“Looks like you have
been well informed.” Elijah said taking rains of the conversation.
“Yes, a witch must
always know what she’s waking into.” You said and leaned on the doorframe. “Now
how can I be of assistance?”
“We need your help
with something.” Elijah said. You raised an eyebrow and nodded your head for
him to continue.
“Won’t you invite us
in, love?” Klaus asked before Elijah
“No, now Elijah please
preside.” You said, Klaus glared at you and huffed. He was acting like a kid in
our opinion. Klaus was very much interested in you, you seemed like a witch
with so much power and knowledge, yet you looked young.
“Our aunt Daliah wants
to take Klaus’ daughter and we need your help in taking her down.” Fraya said
hopeful. You hummed and thought about what you wanted to do, before your eyes
settled on Davina.
“Why did you bring
Davina then?” You asked. You knew form just looking at her that she didn’t
really want to be here.
“We made a deal with
the little witch.” Klaus said and you raised an eyebrow.
“And you Davina, do
you think I should help the Mikaelsons?” Everyone turned to look at Davina. She
shifted uncomfortable under the attention.
“I-I think you should
help them save Hope. Only because she’s young and she doesn’t have a say in
anything her family has ever done.” You nodded at her satisfied with her
“Okay then, I’ll meet
you at your house in two hours.” With that you closed the door in their faces,
and turned around to see a young teen girl standing behind you, her arms
crossed in front of her chest.
“Are you really going
to help them?” She asked you.
“Yes.” You nodded.
“Davina is right, and you know I can’t let a child get hurt, no matter who
their parents are.”
“There’s no but.” You
said. “You have to keep out of sight though.”
“Yes, I know. As
usual.” She huffed.
“Darling you know it’s
only to keep you safe, you can go out, just don’t mention me and try to stay
low.” You told the young girl and hugged her. “I have to get ready.”
You changed your
clothes and made sure your spells still stood. The boundary spell on the flat
allowed only who you invited to get in.
After you made sure
everything was okay, you left the flat and went to the Mikaelson’s house. You
walked in the yard and looked at the balconies that looked at the yard or is it
like a living room. There was a coffee table, chairs and sofa.
“Who are you?” A voice
asked, you turned to one of the stairs and there stood a hybrid.
“Hayley I presume.” You
stated already knowing he answer, Hayley nodded. “I’m (y/n), I’m here to
discuss wither I’ll help you all or not.”
“I thought you said
you’re going to help.” Fraya said walking in.
“I have people I care
about and if helping you endanger them I’m afraid I won’t be able to help.” You
said thinking about the girl in the flat.
understandable.” Elijah said walking in with a blond girl and brunette boy.
Rebekah and Kol. Closely followed by Klaus.
“And who is it you
want to protect?” Klaus asked with a smirk on his face.
“Wouldn’t you like to
know?” You asked him with a smirk of your own.
“Indeed I would.”
Klaus said, you decided to ignore him and turned to Elijah and Fraya.
“Now tell me what is
it you would like me to do?”
“Our aunt Daliah is
trying to take my daughter.” Hayley said.
“Our daughter.” Klaus
said, giving Hayley a look.
“I want to see her.”
You said, looking at the parents in front of you.
“Absolutely not.” Klaus
said glaring at you. You raised an eye brow and moved your head slightly to the
“How do you expect me
to protect someone I dint even know how they look like?” You asked the hybrid.
“She’s got a point.”
Kol said. Reluctantly Klaus agreed. Hayley left only to return not two minutes
later with a baby girl in her hand. You could tell she looked more like Klaus
more than Hayley. She certainly is a beauty. You smiled at the little girl, who
was looking at you. When she saw you smile, she started to giggle. It confused
everyone. You looked at Elijah.
“I’ll help you.” You
said. “Now tell me everything about Daliah.”
Much to my great annoyance, Gaston was the first thing on my mind when I woke up the next morning. Even as I stood in front of my easel, at the kitchen window, I found myself distracted from the one thing I usually lost myself in so easily. Every one in a while, I’d snap to attention, paintbrush paused in my hand and a dopey smile on my face…remembering the way his touch had felt as he brushed paint from my cheek the night before.
Does Yuuri like belly pets? And when Yura went outside for hours for the first time did Victor panic?
He likes them a lot! He likes sleeping on his back, and getting pet, so it’s a win/win situation for him <3
Victor definitely put Yura on a yard leash the first time he went outside,but eventually he got a trackable chip for him.
The first time Yura took off for more than a few hours Victor was a bit nervous. Yuri was the one who was waiting by the door the whole time though. He was worried about where his other family member went ;u;
The other night my entire life changed, I think for the better, and I want to tell you about it. So this is what happened on the night I moved in with Sherlock Holmes.
When I first met Sherlock, he told me my life story. He could tell so much about me from my limp, my tan and my mobile phone. And that’s the thing with him. It’s no use trying to hide who you are (or what you are, which scares me more) because Sherlock sees right through everyone and everything in seconds. It’s remarkable but terrifying. What’s incredible, though, is how spectacularly ignorant he is about some things.
This morning, for example, he asked me who the Prime Minister was. Last week he seemed to genuinely not know the Earth goes round the Sun. Seriously. He didn’t know. He didn’t think the Sun went round the Earth or anything. He just didn’t care. I still can’t quite believe it, and he’s not taken kindly to me spontaneously laughing about it. In so many ways, he’s the cleverest, most incredible person I’ve ever met but there are these blank spots that partly worry me and partly brighten my day (knowing something that Sherlock doesn’t brings a sort of thrill). At least I’ve got used to him now. Well, I say that, I suspect I’ll never really get used to him. He is like no one else I’ve ever met. It’s just, on that first night, I literally had no idea of what was to come. I mean, how could I? I’ve come to learn that when you’re with Sherlock Holmes, everything is an adventure.
Something no one asked for, I found and price all of America’s homes
Since we can used common denomination and figure out he lives in New York, New York except for his first home because there’s no mansions in NYC.
The first house it shows us he lives in is a gated mansion. Since there’s no mansions in NYC I went ahead and assumed this was Washington DC. I had to find a mansion with a gate and a big back yard since those are 2 things we know he has here. The closest looking one I could find came to 8 million.
This one was a lot easier. This is a Brownstone Style house that is in walking distance from to the city. This was really easy because I knew exactly what I was looking for I found almost the exact house. Because these are like my dream homes.
A house like this usually could be like 2-3 million. If it’s away from stuff. But since it’s that close to the city. This one within walking distance of central park is 11.5 million
Lastly we have his penthouse. If you don’t know much about NYC, then I’ll let you know you you can rent one for 14k a night if that tells you anything. Where Alfred lives it is very high up and has a view of the heart of the City. Also it’s huge and has multiply floors. and has a lot of windows and open rooms with a spiral staircase. so I found a pent house that was modern style with a city view. It went for 57.4 million.
my, uh, my hand slipped. anyways, here’s my contribution to the dannypocalypse. enjoy. |x|
ready for this?” Tucker Foley queried, his eyes locked on his best friend as
they walked down the street. Their steps had grown synchronized somewhere along
the way; a habit that had started somewhere in sixth grade and continued into
KLangst Week is here!!! I’m so excited. Today was Unrequited love/unrequited pining. I am a sucker for pining Keith, so here we are. @klangst-week
Rating: T+ for mild swearing
AU: Modern, wherein Keith pines over his best friend and is guilty for it
It was windy. So windy that Keith wondered how Lance stood upright as he did.
Well, okay, disclaimer. It’s pretty typical of Oklahoma to be windy, and as someone who grew up in the area, Lance was a bit experienced in high winds, Keith supposed. It was crazy, downright insane weather and winds so powerful that Keith wouldn’t be entirely surprised if it was enough to pull brick buildings up off of their foundations.
In all honestly, Keith was a little afraid that that might just be the case, and Lance’s parent’s house would be blown clean away.
When Lance roped Keith into watching his parent’s house with him, Keith thought that it would be a fun time; it would just be Keith and his best friend, hanging out in Lance’s childhood home. There were plenty of snacks, the bed Lance put him up in was pure heaven, and the flatscreen they used frequently was fantastic. It was going to be a good time. Hell, it was going to be great!
Well, that’s what Keith tried to trick himself into believing.
george washington: had so many deadly diseases that no one knows how he survived to presidency. p sure it made him infertile. also basically caused the french and indian war by accident
thomas jefferson: was so obsessed with ruining aaron burr that he oversaw every part of his treason trial. made someone run back and forth between the courthouse and his home to keep him updated. is #inconsistent in his political ideas
james madison: dropped out of college bc of anxiety and lied about it, telling everyone he’d been studying independently. tried to save the south from total agricultural dominance but was stopped by hi bff Jeffyson who was hot for farmers
shocked everyone by doing the right thing and volunteered to be the lawyer for the soldiers in the boston masacre trial. when his wife wrote him a letter suggesting women may have rights in the new america, responded “that’s adorable” and probably told his friends
alexander hamilton: published letters under a pseudonym calling burr a ‘cataline’, a reference which implies mass murder, political conspiracy, and incestuous rape, because burr had taken his step-father’s senate seat #nochill
hercules mulligan: was somehow an effective spy despite being a very well known rebel (in every fucking comittee and member of sons of liberty) bc everyone loved his clothes SO much that they were willing to risk it. saved george washington from 2 assassinations mostly by accident.
aaron burr: major speculation about if he wore silk when he dueled with hamilton bc they thought it could deflect bullets. everyone though he had a haram and warned he’d steal your virgins and pretty boys
benedict arnold: betrayed his country bc sempai didn’t notice him; was constaly ignored for his victories, got lots of texts from washington of ‘who dis?’, and was probably mistaken for benjiman talmidge frequently.
baron von steubon: was too gay for europe. had a legit haram of pretty boys approved by president washington for his service in the war. is the reason one of adams’ sons ran across harvard yard naked.
nathan hale: worst spy ever who no one should have let outside. they say he was hanged bc he was a spy, but i’m pretty sure they were angry his last words were such a sick burn
ethan allan: not always furniture. came to fight and had the fucking BEST time, may not have even known what the war was about when he joined
paul revere: sybil ludington road twice as long, through the rain, and over rough terrain to tell the local militia british troops were coming. went on with her life knowing she was better than everyone else
abigail adams: is the reason vaccines happened in the US which, coincidentally, is the only thing that kept the american troops from dying outright. salty as fuck and would have been a better president than her husband
Another delightful story for @caped-ace, this time for some Reaper76 from Overwatch! Enjoy these old men, proving that being edgelords doesn’t go out with age.
Cut is for length, not for content.
It had taken nearly thirty minutes after the battle with Los Muertos for Soldier: 76 to finally collapse in the Dorado alleyway.
Clearly, he had known it was only a matter of time before he would succumb to the injuries he had sustained. That’s why he had concentrated on taking an aimless, twisting path through the Mexican city, avoiding major thoroughfares. Generally he kept moving south - which must have been where he had left whatever mode of transportation he had used to get there - but then, near an industrial scrapyard, his knees buckled. One arm against a building wall, the other clutching the heavy pulse rifle. Of course that would be important to him, but soon it fell with a clatter as he gripped his side, where he had taken the brunt of the grenade blast.
Idiot, Reaper thought. The child had foolishly put herself in danger, had lingered too long, and then the rogue had hesitated in deciding what to do about it, waiting for the last possible moment, losing the gang and just barely rescuing the girl. Sloppy. Careless.
After a moment, it had become too much, and Soldier: 76 sagged to the ground in an unconscious pile.
“Old habits die hard.”
And now that old habit was going to kill him. Ironic.
Prompt(s): Prompt for Logan X Reader. Reader is a woman in her mid-late twenties who is human but a single mother to an off-looking mutant seven year old boy. She takes him to the school, hoping he’ll have a place there, and the first person she meets is Logan. She seems attracted to him, and is very curious about him in general, but she doesn’t think he could ever like someone whose life is such a mess. But her son is DETERMINED to set them up…
Notes: Ok so I know I don’t say it much but I’ve always loved Logan??? SO HAVE SOME LOGAN! Also, for everyone else reading, I tried to keep it a little more vague so they felt included.
Warning(s): Light use of language.
Being a single mother was one of the hardest things that (y/n) had ever done. Is still doing, to be exact. It’s even harder when you’re a human with a young mutant child whose powers let themselves be known early in the physical manner. He had been kicked out of his school due to it. Very stressful, very stressful indeed.
Xaviers Institute was one of the best things (y/n) had heard of. Yes, it was going to be hard to leave their young son in the hands of others, but those others were more than capable to handle him. Far more than (y/n) was, anyways. The good part, at least, was that their son was excited, jumping about and gathering the last of his things that morning. He was excited to see and meet new people and environments. (y/n) was sad to see him go.
They were a little early, about ten minutes. (y/n)’s son stood still, practically crackling with nervous yet excited energy. He held their hand, squirming slightly when all the kids passed by to get to their next class. A bigger man, burly, with hair on his arms, stopped talking to a white haired woman and looked over at (y/n). He gave a smile and walked over.
“Are you Miss (l/n)?” He asked, hands on his hips. (y/n) nodded. Damn. To be honest, this guy was hot. Like. Hot. Their son noticed and giggled, going to stand in front of his mother.
“Ah, yes, I am. My name is (y/n) (l/n) and this is my son, Jackson. I’m… I talked to Professor Xavier over the phone, so I’m guessing you’re not him?” They asked gently. Logan shook his head.
“Nah, I’m not. My name’s Logan. Chuck is teaching a class right now. Actually, he’s done but probably talking to any students who stayed after. You are a little early, but that isn’t bad. He’ll be here in a few minutes if you need to talk to him.”
“I do have a few questions but I can wait to ask him.” (y/n) answered. Logan was extremely attractive. Also, (y/n) couldn’t help but be interested in what the man’s power might be. But there was no way on Earth that he would be interested in them, especially being a single parent who’s about to leave their son at the Institute. Said son giggled and took a step forward.
“I’m Jackson. I think mom likes you.” He grinned, bright pearly teeth, even though one of his front teeth was missing. (y/n) flushed a deep red and laughed softly, pulling their son back.
“Sorry, he’s always like this. It’s nothing really-”
“Nah it’s alright. I like you too, lady. How about I give you and your son the tour of the campus. Lunch is straight afterwards so you’ll be able to see the professor then. Sound good?” Logan asked as he turned towards the door out of the foyer. (y/n), still flushed a deep red, nodded bashfully and let their son drag them out the door. Logan and (y/n) walked closely throughout the campus.
(y/n) never got to ask the professor their question.
It wasn’t uncommon for parents to visit their children. Well, actually it was a little uncommon, but the parents who did care often visited on weekends where nothing was going on. (y/n) sat in the backyard, a tree overhead them and their son as they chatted over a picnic. Also, Logan was there, but he was happy and silent.
It had been a few years since Jackson had first stepped foot into Xavier’s Institute. Over the years he never failed to set up his mother and Logan, who always went along with his schemes and bonded over them, even if their talk was small. They slowly sat closer and closer together. Which would explain how they were now, practically in each other’s lap.
Logan shifted and wrapped his arms around (y/n)’s waist and pulled them closer. ___ had run off in a promise to be back in a few minutes as he went to chat with one of his friends over some important young teenage business. Logan took this time to nuzzle himself all over (y/n), who laughed.
“Logan what are you doing?” They giggled.
“Loving you, what else?”
“I don’t know. Just thought there was a thing against too much PDA for the younger kids.” (y/n) sighed. Logan scoffed and pulled (y/n) impossibly closer.
“Fuck that. Xavier can kiss my ass.”
“I HEARD THAT!” Charles shouted from his open office window just across the yard. Logan rolled his eyes as (y/n) promptly burst into a crackling giggling fit, causing Logan to grip them harder.
“I love you.” Logan grumbled with a happy smile. (y/n) calmed down with a sigh, “I love you too, Logan. Now come on, let’s separate before Professor Xavier wheels down here and does it himself.” Logan mumbled another fuck that before scooting over, Charles at the top of the ramp leading down to the yard. (y/n) and Logan held hands for the rest of the evening, talking and playing with Jackson as though they had an eternity.
Eggsy let the hot water roll over his shoulders, easing away the deep ache in his muscles as the steam thickened the air around him. Lathering his hair with shampoo, he winced at the strain in his back. The last mission he took in Prague had been far rougher than anyone had anticipated, and he was fairly certain there were at least two bruised ribs. Nothing he couldn’t handle, but it was old habit alone that kept him from going to visit Gaius in medical all the same. Rinsing the last of the shampoo out, Eggsy spun the tap and shut off the water, pulling back the curtain and wrapped a towel around his waist.
Raising a hand to the fogged mirror, Eggsy swiped a hand across it, scowling at his own reflection. His hair had grown out, and even knowing that it allowed him less effort in conforming to what Kingsman considered a perfect gentleman, it was still a hurdle he was getting used to, even after nearly two years.
Leaving the bathroom, Eggsy toweled off the rest of his body as he stood in the walk-in closet. After only a moment’s deliberation he pulled his deep navy pinstripe suit from the bar and laid it on his bed, puttering around his room as he collected a shirt, socks, and a pair of briefs from their respective homes. Laying his holsters next to them, Eggsy rolled the pistol magazines open.
“Guess I’ll need to stop at the shop front, then.” He sighed and tossed the gun onto the mattress. Dressing, a plain deep blue tie was thrown around his neck as he padded back into the bathroom, now thankfully dry, and set about finishing up his morning routine. Hair was gelled, ties were knotted, teeth brushed, glasses on, and just a dab of cologne on his wrists under his watch, Eggsy surveyed his reflection again. Better this time, more like the man Harry would have wanted him to be.
Eggsy blinked at the way his chest still ached for Harry - it had been what felt like ages since the man’s death, and at the same time felt like no time at all. There were still times when he fancied hearing the older man’s voice in his ear, providing directions.
The One Where You Think There's A Pool Party (Jeff Atkins)
You walk into Sheri’s front yard and are almost immediately overwhelmed with the urge to throttle her.
“Come over to my place tonight,” she had told you during school. “Everyone’ll be there. I’m at my mom’s for the weekend, so I’ll have the pool.” She winked at you, texting you the address seconds later.
Now you’re here, and pool-party your fat ass. Sheri doesn’t even have a fucking pool.
“Dude, what the fuck are you wearing,” you hear from the porch, and you remind yourself that there’s no shame in getting back in your car and putting actual clothes on. The only shame is in showing up to someone’s house half-naked.
“I was told that there would be swimming,” you say lamely, turning to Jessica and giving her a dead-eyed look of annoyance. “Hence the skivvies,” you motion to your swimsuit, sleek and tight and baring everything you have to offer.
“Swimming,” Jessica repeats, laughing, and you shake your head with a scoff, already pulling your towel around yourself. “Wrong party-theme, although you do look hot.”
“Much appreciated, ma'am.”
“And you brought clothes, right? The boys in there are going to be in for a very expensive sexual harassment lawsuit if you walk in like that.” Jessica raises a brow, smiling behind her beer cup.
You snorts. “I brought a pair of jeans – figured no one would mind having these –” you grab at your chest, “– in their faces all night.”
“I know I wouldn’t.” She grins, biting her thumbnail. Her nail polish glitters underneath the porch lights, and she laughs as you raise your brows.
“Watch it,” you point, your grin mocking and sly. “Or I’ll sue you for sexual harassment.”
It’s loud when you enter the house. Loud and bright and warm, the heat of the mesh of people warming you up as soon as you step into the room.
“Look at you, you put pants on!” Jessica shouts over the music, laughing too hard to be sober. You shrug and throw her a lazy grin.
“I might be tempted to take them off again if I get a drink.”
“Please tell me you’re being serious.”
“Get me a drink and you’ll find out.” You wink – and god, what the fuck, you’re sure you look like some sort of perv or harasser or creep – but Jessica laughs again, face flushed. She takes a heavy sip from her cup.
“No shirt, no service,” she winks back. “But for you, I’ll get you a semi-warm beer.”
Jessica grins again, eyes bright and her laugh lazy, and leaves you there, between the sofa and the stereo.
You mingle, ignoring the raunchy stares, and keep an eye out for Sheri.
It’s not long before you run into Jeff, who looks about three beers in and only too pleased to see you. You can’t lie, the sight of him makes you feel like you’re walking on air, giddy and light.
“I was wondering when I’d run into you,” you say, and Jeff laughs.
“Well, I knew I’d run into you,” he points at you with his beer bottle. “Not a party until you show up.” He looks down. “I just wasn’t expecting you to look so …”
“Just say it.”
“Exposed.” Jeff laughs, eyeing your outfit with raised brows and a pleased smile. “Don’t get me wrong, the look suits you. I’m just afraid I’m gonna have to chase the guys away with my baseball bat.” He winks.
“Oh, what a man. What a hero,” you place your hand on your chest and sigh dreamily, only half-faking. You can’t deny it, Jeff makes you swoon sometimes. What can you say, he’s handsome, he’s dreamy, and a girl can only take too much before she’s weak in the knees and flirting back.
Flirting. That’s what you both did. You had a mild flirtation between you, all charm and jokes and subtle touches. You just wish he would lose the charm and touch you a little more.
“You drinking anything?” He asks, subtly touching your hand with his knuckles, his body close enough to get away with it. You bump your hand back into his. You wonder if that’s what makes his smile brighten.
“Yeah,” you look around. “Or, no – Jess went on a trek to get me a beer, but I think she got lost. Something about finding me a warm one.”
“She’ll be in the yard,” Jeff takes a hold of your shoulder, turning you. “Come on, I’ll take you. Get you a cold beer while we’re there.” His hand finds its way to your back, cold from his bottle and shocking against your exposed skin.
You feel ten degrees hotter.
You make your way into Sheri’s yard, and you grin at the fairy lights hanging over the crowd, small and sparkling as they hover in the air. There’s a litter of plates and cups on the ground, hitting your feet with every other step, and you finally stoop to pick them up and throw them in the trash after you step on one half-way filled with beer.
Jeff follows, picking up his own share of bottles and cups, and nudges you. “Jessica makes a good chicken.”
You stare. “Uh, okay. Yeah.”
He rolls his eyes and points. You turn, beholding Jessica on top of Zach’s shoulders, shoving Sheri into a kiddie pool. She raises a foam football into the air and shouts, excited, while Zach cheers.
“This isn’t what I was thinking when she said she would have a pool.” You snicker, taking in the multitude of inflatable pools across the yard, and Jeff grins.
“At least you’re dressed for it.” He hands you a fresh bottle, cracked open and foaming at the top. You accept it, taking half of a sip and grinning.
“Tell me you brought swimming trunks, because you’re my partner when we play that.”
It’s hours later and you’re more or less dried off from your couple dozen falls in Sheri’s pools. The sun’s just beginning to rise, the sky turning a pale blue, and there are only a handful of people lingering in the house.
You’re on the porch, just getting ready to leave when the door swings open.
“Leaving already?” Jeff asks, hazy eyed but smiling. You laugh.
“Yeah, I think I’ve been dunked enough times tonight. Jess plays dirty.” You have his jacket around you, large and warm against the cool morning air. You begin to shrug it off.
“Give it to me tomorrow,” Jeff stops you.
You raise an eyebrow. “Didn’t know I was seeing you.”
“Now you know,” he grins, lazy and charming. You feel your heart swell, and you duck your head to hide your pleased smile. Fuck, you feel like melting. “See you tomorrow, kid.”
You throw a hand up as you walk away. “Tomorrow, Atkins.” You don’t see his own smile as you leave.
He sits in his yard
In jeans and flannel
Hair evaporating storm clouds
Eyes a sky a pretty blankness
A younger man digs out dead grass
The older one has a bandage
A lean body without fitness
He smiles as Americans do
At passersby, but his eyes…
They don’t admit I’m really there
I ache a little for things we lose
For lack of understanding
Our fuzzy world views that can’t see,
Beyond the thoughts that swarm our heads
Does he know in that white-washed look,
Where it went wrong? Can we ever,
Crawl out of holes we dig ourselves?
OK so I know I’m like the only person on Tumblr still playing Neko
Atsume, but today’s update freaks me out a little bit. There’s one new
rare cat, and he’s called Whiteshadow. His “type” is not the usual like,
grey, or calico, or whatever… no, it’s NINJA COSTUME!!!
I saw him as soon as I opened the app a few minutes ago, standing on a
fence in the yard, not anywhere I’ve ever seen one of the cats before,
just standing there staring, not on any of the spots where the toys and stuff go.
I thought it was odd and a little spooky; I took a couple pictures of him, looked at them on his page, and went
back to the yard. He was gone just like that, in like three seconds,
and instead of fish he left three cans of cat food??? Which since I don’t use that kind of cat food and already had 99 cans of it meant I got nothing, really??
Then I looked closer at his profile page… Under “goodies”, he doesn’t use
any “goodies” like the other cats… no, he just goes on “scouting
missions”. Who is he scouting for? Is someone about to take over the
yard?? Am I becoming paranoid over a simple silly game about cute
This game is
just trying to see how far it can go at this point and still keep crazy addicted users like me…
I need to tell myself at this point: you idiot there are starving children in the world… stop wasting your time playing and worrying about this ridiculous game… but then I think… I can’t neglect the cats!!! oh my g this is pathetic I need a life and a real hobby…
Captain John Watson and Enterprise are ordered to Janus VI, where a series of mysterious killings have halted production of the vital mineral pergium. But Watson’s orders to get the mining facility up and running aren’t made any simpler by his brilliant new First Officer’s stubborn insistence that the deaths aren’t what they seem — or by the discovery of the attempted genocide of a hitherto unknown alien species. Watson must now risk his new command on the deductions of a regulations-averse Vulcan and the chance that if the humans in this situation won’t see sense, maybe the aliens will…
The first part of this four-part fic will be published at AO3 on Thursday, April 20, 2017. Parts 2, 3 and 4 will be published on April 27, May 4 and May 11: each new episode’s title and teaser will be revealed at the end of the episode preceding it.
Click “keep reading” for a preview excerpt from “A Study in Darkness”…