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ayoooo3 · 1 year ago

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A Little StarChaser Story

Fandom: Marauders

Relationship(s): StarChaser, (very) background WolfStar

Trope: Enemies to Lovers, Idiots in Love

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He hated that man. Truly. Deeply with every fiber of his being. He had from almost the very moment JP Jewelers had opened up directly across from his own store at the Promenade. He honestly couldn’t understand why James Potter was even in the jewelry business at all. He certainly didn’t understand why James insisted on “popping over to check his sales” every day or so, smug smile plastered on his face as he let his fingers trace along Regulus’ own jewelry displays. Like this was some game they were playing, James leaning close and asking if the titanium bands were selling, asking if he was donating the merchandise from what he assumed was a vast personal collection, treating Regulus’ business like his personal stage to perform in. Regulus hated the way James moved through the space like he belonged there, hated the way he’d smile and say “Later Reggie!” as he waltzed back out the door and back to his own shop.

For his part James loved Regulus. Or at least loved to get under his skin. Had from the moment he saw him while he was touring open store fronts. His serious expression and down turned lips tracking James and the mall rep as they discussed prices. James had delighted when Regulus stalked over to make sure they understood that putting a jewelry store directly across from his own was a terrible business decision for all involved. He had been positively giddy when Regulus leveled a glare at him when he responded with a smile and a glib “oh I don’t know, might be fun, a little friendly competition to keep us all on our toes.” James didn’t understand Regulus, why he kept everything so serious, why he seemed to refuse to enjoy life, why he wouldn’t just let James in a little bit. James didn’t understand him, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to needle Regulus anytime he had the chance.

The Holidays brought out the best and worst in them. Last year, the first year they were both open, they had spent weeks trying to one up each other with sales and deals, their respective signs containing barely hidden references to the other’s store. The rivalry enough to bring the local news their way to “report” on the holiday jewelry hijinks, and Regulus had been loathe to admit that it did drive sales, for both shops, just the way James had insisted it would. This year the interest, and the chaos seemed to double, customers seeking out both shops to see who would outdo the other, to take pictures of their signs and watch as James and Regulus snarked back and forth from their counters.

Regulus is exhausted, and frustrated, why couldn’t James just leave him be? The sales were nice, but having James’ attention on him was starting to wear him thin. He needed a break, so when Sirius approached him and tells him that he stealing him away for a brothers night at a small cafe his friend Marlene owns, Regulus doesn’t think twice about grabbing his coat and following his brother down the street.

James is exhausted as well, but elated, the energy of the holidays buzzing through him to the point that he’s probably going to burn out if he’s not careful. His brain is going a mile a minute as he walks with Remus across town to grab a late night bite to eat, Remus murmuring quietly beside him as James recounts his day in minute detail. James barely even has time to react as they push through the door and he finds himself face to face with Regulus, the first time he’s seen him outside the shop, his eyes darting around the room and slotting puzzle pieces together quickly.

“Wait… Regulus is Reg?! Your Reg?” James blurts out, glancing at Sirius who is now wrapped up in Remus’ arms.

“Oh for fucks sakes Siri. James is Remus’ friend Jamie? Unreal. Why am I just now learning this?” Regulus looks like he might walk right out of the cafe, or cry, or both to be honest.

“Right, well… we’re tired of hearing the two of you complain about each other. I had figured you guys would have worked yourselves out by now, but you seemed determined to stay enemies and we won’t have it. So… good luck, try not kill each other, enjoy the food Marls left out for you, we’ll see you later.”

Both James and Regulus stared as Sirius dramatically swept out the door, Remus giving them one last look before saying “for real you guys, talk your shit out, get to know each other, maybe kiss a little” and tossing a wink at them before closing the door behind him.

And if Sirius and Remus happened to peak back through the window a few hours later to find James’ hands tangled in Regulus’ hair and Regulus comfortable in James lap… well that’s nobody’s business but their own. Perhaps this holiday season will be a little happier after all.

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legolasghosty · 2 years ago

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"recreating their first date" for willex 👀😂(this is /hj feel free to delete it actually but also please write it we already planned it out)

Here you go, you gremlin! /aff /t /lh /nm

“I feel like it’s been forever since we’ve just gone on a date,” Willie mused aloud one day as he lay on the couch, his head in Alex’s lap.

Alex looked down at him, a bit confused by the sudden comment. He carefully shifted the hand that was woven through Willie’s dark hair so he doesn’t pull on it. “What do you mean?” he asked. “We literally went out for ice cream after the gig last weekend. Like three days ago.”

“But that was with everyone,” Willie countered. “I meant go out like just us.”

“Yeah, geez Alex,” Reggie snickered from his armchair. “Take your boyfriend out sometimes.”

“Stay out of this,” Alex groaned, letting his head fall back against the couch.

“Gotta be good to Willie or one of us might steal him,” Luke added, winking playfully at Willie.

“Shut it, Leprechaun,” Alex snarked, wrapping a protective arm around Willie’s shoulders.

“I’m not a leprechaun!” Luke exclaimed, but Alex ignored him.

“I mean, do I just have to choose one?” Willie joked. “Only if Alex and I are a package deal though, I don’t wanna break up with him.” “Oh no, I’m not dating them.” Alex shook his head firmly. “I made that mistake before, not doing it.”

“Okay, we’re gonna unpack that later,” Julie interrupted from the doorway, “but can we go back to the part where you called Luke a leprechaun?”

Luke yelped. “Nope, we don’t need to go back to that, we can just move-”

“His initials are L E P,” Reggie cut in.

“And he’s short,” Alex added. “So… leprechaun.”

“I’m not that short,” Luke grumbled.

“Uh huh, and that’s why you’re always climbing on the kitchen counters?” Reggie ribbed.

“Not my fault you guys like putting things on top shelves!”

“Babe, you’re a good three inches taller than me at least,” Julie sighed, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Shut up.”

“But you have a reason to be short,” Luke protested. “You drink so much coffee!”

As his bandmates squabled, Alex returned his attention to his partner. “Did you have something in mind when you said ‘date’?” he asked.

“Well being tangible and visible feels like more work than it’s worth, so food seems out of the question,” Willie thought aloud. Then they sat up straight, giving Alex a mischievous grin. “I know, let’s go stand in the middle of the street and scream when the cars go through us!”

Alex stared at them for a second, then slowly shook his head. “No, we are not doing that.”

“But it’s such a rush!” Willie said, grinning.

“I’ll take Alex’s spot if he doesn’t wanna go!” Luke piped up, overhearing their conversation.

“Absolutely not, no running into traffic with my boyfriend!” Alex ordered. Then he turned back to Willie. “Why would you even do that, it’s literally how you died.”

“It’s cathartic,” Willie responded with a shrug and a smile. “Face the thing that killed you knowing that it can’t hurt you anymore. Like how you like it when I call you hotdog, hotdog.”

Alex was about to retort that the two things weren’t really the same, but Reggie interrupted then. “Hey, we can play dodgeball! Except instead of balls, it’s cars! The stakes will be so much higher that way,” he exclaimed, sounding way too excited for something that would kill them all if they were still alive.

“The cars wouldn’t even hit you,” Alex pointed out.

“Exactly!” Willie declared.

Alex glanced between his boyfriend’s face and his bandmates. “All of you, no. Absolutely not.”

“But it would be fun,” Willie pleaded, giving Alex their best puppy eyes.

“Okay, no, no one is running into traffic,” Julie intervened firmly.

All three ghosts fell silent at her rebuke. She leveled a glare at them all, shot a quick wink at Alex, then headed for the door. “Dad’s making dinner if you guys want something,” she called.

Reggie and Luke immediately darted up after her. Eating was tricky but doable for them now, though Alex suspected the interest was more in spending time with a healthy family than the food.

“You know, if you still wanted to go on a date,” Alex started once he was left alone with his partner, “I might have some ideas.” He held out his hand to Willie.

Willie smiled softly and grabbed his hand. “I trust you.”

Alex felt his heart flutter as he poofed them to the museum where they’d had their first… well, it didn’t feel quite right to call it a date, since neither of them had actually admitted their feelings back then. But it certainly felt like it had more than a friendly hangout.

“Nice choice,” Willie chuckled as they materialized near the bench Willie had helped Alex move so long ago.

“Well, this pretty cool person brought be here one time,” Alex joked. “I feel like that went pretty well.”

“Oooo, were they pretty?” Willie asked, feigning ignorance.

Alex laughed and pulled Willie closer by their joined hands. “I can’t quite remember,” he mused, reaching out to brush a strand of hair back behind their ear. “I haven’t seen him in a bit, I might need a closer look.”

“I suppose he’d have a hard time denying you that,” Willie murmured, gaze flicking between Alex’s eyes and his lips.

“I hope so,” Alex breathed as he leaned in and closed the space between them.

It didn’t end up being much of a ‘date’, more like a cuddle session with a lot of stolen kisses and loud screams, but neither of them complained. Normal dates were overrated anyways.

#legolas tag #legolas filled prompt #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #jatp #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp #shelly why did you make me write this?#I love you but whyyyyy?#But anyways I love you #Enjoy!

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calamitykaty · 4 years ago

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Soulmates

Reggie Peters x Fem Reader

Word count:3000+

A sweet fic for my sweet soulmate @alexpjoyner

Y/N sat tucked away in the corner of the coffee shop, her glasses perched at the tip of her nose and her eyebrows pinched together making her worry lines stand out. The yellow #2 pencil that was in her left hand was being gnawed at by her teeth. The small circle table was littered with textbooks and loose-leaf paper, coffee stains evident on her English assignment.

Her attention was broken by the loud laughter that followed a set of rowdy teenage boys. Her eyes briefly met the eyes belonging to the leather-clad boy, Reggie, before she let them fall back to her assignment, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

She knew all about Reggie, everyone did. He was only the overly confident and extremely handsome bassist for Sunset Curve, and he happened to attend her high school. Y/N like to think that she wasn’t just part of the status-quo but she too had a school-girl crush on Reggie.

“Hola, Chica!”

Y/N dropped her pencil into the fold of her book and closed the cover as her best friend, Rose, pushed her papers back towards her and sat down.

“I know I’m pretty but why are you blushing?”

“I’m not blushing…”

Rose let her eyes roam around the small room before her eyes landed on the most likely culprit.

“I don’t know why you don’t just talk to him, y/n.”

Y/N tucked a stray hair that had fallen into her face back behind her left ear with one hand while the other pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. She glanced over at Reggie, his back facing hers and his hands gesturing excitedly as he explained something to his bandmates, though from the looks on their faces they weren’t nearly as enthused as him.

“...because...he’s him...and I’m,” Y/n threw her hands up, gesturing at herself, “I’m me.”

Rose rolled her eyes at her friend’s explanation or lack thereof. “Okay, one-” Rose held up her pointer finger, “he’s not nearly as cool as you seem to think he is and two--” she lifted her middle finger, “you being you is the best, you’re smart, you’re funny, you’re pretty---”

“And you’re obligated to say those things as my best friend so….” Y/N huffed out stubbornly.

Rose’s lips were stretched into a tight line as she pushed her chair back against the beige tiled floor, her eyes set on the group of noisy boys.

“W-what are you doing?” Y/N asked, panicked.

Rose ignored her friend and let her feet carry her over to the boys. She propped her left elbow up on Bobby’s shoulder. The brown-haired boy looked up at her from where he was seated and smiled, “Hey, Ro!”

“Yeah, Ro, hey!” Luke chortled, his eyebrows dancing and his eyes locked on Bobby. Alex jabbed his elbow into the shaggy-haired boy’s ribs, eliciting a quiet “Ow!”

“Anyways,” Rose rolled her eyes, “I’m gonna bring a friend to watch your band practice tonight.”

“Are you asking or?” Alex probed.

“Not really!” Rose let her elbow drop from Bobby’s shoulder and sauntered back across the cafe to Y/N’s table.

“They said you can come to band rehearsal tonight,” Rose said matter of factly, sliding back into her chair.

Y/N shook her head vigorously, “No, nope….No! Absolutely not!”

“You have to! They’re expecting you and it would be rude if you didn’t show.” Rose half-shrugged and burst into a fit of giggles at the scowl that Y/N shot her way.

‘“Stop meddling in my life….” Y/N grumbled, her arms crossed tightly across her chest and the tops of her ears tinged pink. She gathered her papers into a neat pile and placed them inside the textbook before dropping everything into her backpack.

“So...this means you’re going, right?” Rose drummed on both of her knees excitedly.

Y/N pushed her chair back and slung her backpack over her left shoulder before sliding the chair back in. She purposefully ignored the question until they both stood outside of the cafe. She stopped and turned to Rose, staring at her with a deadpan expression as the girl bounced on her toes.

“What time?”

Rose lunged at her and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, squealing “7pm! It’s gonna be great!!!”

Several hours later, Y/N found herself standing outside of Bobby’s detached garage. She was an hour late and she could hear the four teens already practicing inside. She nervously wrung her hands together and took a deep breath, slowly exhaling before she pulled the doors open. She could feel her ears burning as all four boys stopped playing at separate times and stared at her. Her eyes quickly darted to Rose who was perched on top of the sofa.

Rose hopped off of the sofa and skipped over to Y/N, throwing her arm around her shoulders and pulling her into the garage.

“Boys!” Rose chirped, “this is Y/N,” she dropped her arm from Y/N’s shoulders and held both hands out showing Y/N off like a prize on The Price is Right. Y/N awkwardly threw her right hand up and waved at the four boys.

“I’m Lu--”

“You don’t have to introduce yourselves, I know who you guys are!” Y/N rushed out as Luke began to introduce himself. She could feel the red of her ears move down to her neck as the embarrassment moved through her body. She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked over at Rose, pleading for her to save her.

“You guys can continue, we’ll just be over here ignoring you!” Rose pursed her lips and grabbed her elbow, pulling her over to the sofa.

Y/N sunk down into the soft cushions of the sofa and bobbed her head as the boys started from the second verse of Now or Never. She tried her best to keep her eyes on her lap but every now and then she would look up and let her eyes gravitate towards Reggie who would shoot her a wink.

“Someone can’t keep his eyes off of you,” Rose sang out to Y/N.

“Shut up!” Y/N hissed quietly and threw her elbow into Rose’s side.

“I’m just sayin’” Rose wiggled her eyebrows at the girl, drawing a rosy blush to Y/N’s cheeks.

Y/N looked over at Reggie as he set his bass guitar down into the stand before he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Go talk to him!” Rose urged and pushed against her friend's shoulder.

“About what? I hardly know him!” Y/n argued, stubbornly.

“Reg!” Rose called out, grabbing the boys attention. Reggie turned around and lifted his eyebrows at Rose in question.

Rose looked over at Y/N before looking back at Reggie and smiling, “did you know that Y/N holds the top score on Centipede at The Basement Arcade?”

Reggie furrowed his brows and crossed his arms over his chest, “that can’t be true! I just took that spot last week!”

“So you’re the RP that keeps fighting me for the top spot then?” Y/N narrowed her eyes at the boy but couldn’t stop the laugh that followed her question.

Reggie let his arms fall to his sides and looked at her with his mouth agape, “ I challenge you! I challenge you to an arcade face off tomorrow at 6pm!”

“Okay?” Y/N agreed unsurely.

“It’s a date then!” Reggie declared before walking over to the sofa and holding his hand out to Y/N. She hesitantly placed her hand in his and laughed as Reggie gave it a firm shake.

“Okay...yeah. It’s a date.” Y/N agreed and let her hand fall back into her lap.

“Looks like my work here is done!” Rose teased and pulled herself up from the sofa. She grabbed Y/N’s hands and pulled her up as well.

Y/N said goodbye to each of the boys and was nearly out of the garage when Reggie called out

“Wait! What’s your address? I’ll pick you up!”

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They were surrounded by flashing lights, the sound of buzzers and pinball paddles being jammed harshly filled the room of the small arcade. Y/N looked over at Reggie as he lunged the small orange basketballs as fast as possible towards the hoop, his brows furrowed as he concentrated. A small frown formed on his face as the balls continuously hit the rim and bounced back towards him.

The clock counted down the last 15 seconds and Reggie picked up the pace, throwing the balls at increased speed in hopes of getting several more points. He hadn’t even noticed that Y/N had stopped tossing her basketballs a good 45 seconds before him or that she had sunk nearly every basket that she threw or that she was easily beating his score before she bowed out to give him a chance. She had already beaten him at air hockey, overtook his top score on Centipede, and embarrassed him at skeeball.

The buzzer on the machine rang out and Reggie anxiously looked at his score before leaning over to look at hers.

An ecstatic smile lit up his face and he threw his hands in the air above his head in triumph and shouted “FINALLY!”

Y/N burst into giggles at the boy, her right hand instinctively covered her mouth. Her bottom front teeth slightly over-lapped and she had always been insecure about it.

Reggie cocked his head and watched the girl as she laughed. His eyes held adoration at the way her nose crinkled at the top of her bridge and the way her cheeks pushed against her eyes so that they were just barely open. Without a moment of hesitation, he grabbed her hand in his and lowered it from her mouth, his palm felt hot in hers and his fingers slipped into the spaces between hers like a perfect puzzle.

“I like your smile.” The words pushed against his lips with confidence but his red-tinged ears that accompanied his rosy cheeks gave his nerves away.

He reached down with his left hand and grabbed the bucket that held their tickets before he tugged y/n towards the counter to turn the tickets in.

“You could have told me you were so good at arcade games so I wouldn’t be out here embarrassing myself on our first date, ya know.”

Y/n watched as the teenager behind the counter ran their combined tickets into the ticket counting machine. She looked over at Reggie and smiled, “ I didn’t expect you to be so bad, honestly. Maybe next time we just go play with puppies at Bonnie’s pet store, I’m positive you’d be great at that!”

Reggie dropped her hand in favor of placing both of his hands over his heart, a look of shock on his face at her words before he burst into laughter.

“350 tickets, you can choose from these three sections.” The red-headed teenager pointed at the different things they could choose from.

Y/N bounced on her toes and pointed at the small stuffed horse that would take 300 tickets. She pulled it to her chest and looked over at Reggie.

“You can have the rest!”

Reggie picked a multi-color friendship bracelet, a Rubik’s cube keychain, and a few pixie sticks. He shoved everything but the bracelet into the pocket of his leather jacket before he reached out for her left wrist. His bottom lip was tugged into his mouth, held by his top teeth as his fingers carefully tied the bracelet around her wrist.

“Your hand is cold...” Reggie stated absentmindedly as he tugged the knot securely, “you wanna grab a hot chocolate?”

Y/N pulled her wrist up to her face and examined the colorful bracelet before letting her arm drop back to her side and nodding, “yeah, that sounds good!”

The pair trekked outside and down the block where Rick’s pop up stand for hot chocolate was set up under a streetlamp. Y/N admired her winnings while Reggie quietly hummed a tune to himself that she had never heard before.

‘What is that?” Y/N finally asked as the boy started the song over for the third time.

“What’s what?” Reggie asked, his eyes darting around for what he was supposed to be looking for.

“No,” y/n giggled, “the song, what’s the song that you’ve been humming.”

“Oh...that...” Reggie’s right hand ruffled through his hair nervously.

“Two hot chocolates, please!” Y/N quickly placed two dollars down on the cart before Reggie could. Rick shook his head at the two teens and poured two cups of hot chocolate with whipped topping into two styrofoam cups and handed them over with a “you kids have fun!”

“So?” Y/N looked up at Reggie expectantly as they made their way back towards the arcade.

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"I promise to try to not laugh," y/n compromised.

“I guess I can settle with that,” Reggie nodded and took a deep breath in before he quietly sang out the chorus that he had been humming.

Home is where my horse is

Riding through trees by the river

Feel that summer breeze, a smile gettin’ bigger

Home is where my horse is

Don’t need a house or a roof

I just lace up my saddle, lace up my boots

Cuz home is where my horse is

As the last word hung in the air, Reggie quickly brought the cup of hot chocolate to his lips and took a large gulp. Y/N hadn’t laughed so he took that as a good sign as he finally let his head turn to the left to look over at her.

“Sunset Curve goes country, I can get down with that movement, “ Y/N shrugged.

“R-r-really?” Reggie sputtered out, hot chocolate dribbling down his chin as he did so.

“Yeah, I mean..it’s kinda catchy.” Y/N said and began to hum the song to herself, “see, already stuck in my head!”

“You should come to the next band rehearsal and help me convince the other guys. That’s what I was trying to sell them on at the cafe the other day.”

Reggie threw his cup into a trash can at the edge of the sidewalk as they walked by. His rosy cheeks became inflamed when the cup hit the rim of the metal can and tumbled to the ground.

“Careful, if you keep making shots like that I may have to start calling you Jim McIlvaine,” Y/N joked as Reggie sheepishly chased the cup down the sidewalk before tossing it into the trash can.

“You can call me Larry Bird, though,” she said as she effortlessly tossed her cup into the trash can as she walked backwards. Reggie poked his bottom lip out and pouted as he jogged to catch up with her.

“Something tells me you let me win that last game in the arcade.”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and let a playful smile play on her lips as she said “maybe you just had a sudden rush of NBA prowess in you back then and now it’s gone.”

Reggie slowed his pace as his 1992 silver honda civic came into view, the last car that sat in the arcade parking lot. It was only going to be a ten-minute drive for him to drop Y/N off at her house and he wasn’t quite ready for the night to end. He absentmindedly tossed his keys into the air and caught them several times before stopping at his car. Reggie leaned his back against the passenger's side of the car and looked up at the sky. The lights of the parking lot polluted the view of the stars.

Y/N stood in front of Reggie with her left hand wrapped around her right wrist and her eyes focused on Reggie’s black boots.

“I had fun tonight.” She finally said and looked up at the same time that Reggie let his head fall down from the stars, both of their cheeks were glowing with a red hue as their eyes met.

“I did too,” Reggie agreed, “actually, this is probably the most fun I’ve ever had with anyone outside of the band.”

“You’re not just saying that, right? You actually mean it?” Y/N implored.

Reggie cocked his head to the side with his brows pulled forward, the line between his brows crinkling.

‘Of course, I mean it, why wouldn’t I?”

Y/N let her eyes fall back down to Reggie’s boots as she shrugged, “I dunno, I mean…” she hesitated, slightly embarrassed about being vulnerable in front of him, “you’re...you’re in a band and you’re cool.... I mean...I hang out in the library and people watch. We're practically from different worlds."

Reggie pushed himself off of the car and closed the distance between the two. He took both of her hands in his and let his fingers fall into the spaces between hers. Y/N felt her heart pounding against her ribcage and prayed that he couldn’t hear it.

Reggie smiled softly at her before letting his eyes fall down to their intertwined hands for a moment while he gathered his thoughts.

“I know we don’t know each other that well yet,” he paused to swallow his nerves and licked his dry lips, “but I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you right now in this moment. Because when I look at you, it’s like finding a four leaf clover...like I’ve been searching for you for an eternity and I can’t believe how lucky I am when my eye finally catches you.”

Y/N slowly tugged her hands free from Reggie’s, the boy was taken aback by the response and opened his mouth to apologize only to find that his words were cut off by her lips crashing clumsily against his.

“I-I’m sorry!’ Y/N stuttered out as she pulled away. Reggie placed his hand on the nape of her neck and pulled her lips back to his, the kiss slower and with more intention than the first. Both teens pulled away with heaving chests and flushed cheeks.

Y/N looked down at her watch and looked back up at Reggie, “you know...we do have half an hour before Bonnie’s closes…”

Reggie moved aside and opened the passenger door for her before quickly running around the car to get to the driver’s side. He turned the key several times, the ignition switch fighting back against him before the engine finally turned over. He pushed the cassette the was popper slightky out of the slot back into the player and turned the volume up.

“you listen to Make Out Monday?!” Y/N exclaimed with excitement as the words I'm kissaphobic don't wanna get too close to you… floated through his partially blown speakers.

“They're my favorite band!” They both said at the same time and burst into laughter. Y/N reached forward and turned the volume up a tad bit more. Reggie drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove and harmonized with the vocalists while Y/N threw all abandon to the wind and sang off-key alongside him.

They made it to Bonnie’s with fifteen minutes to spare and rushed towards the pet store. Y/N quickly made her way to the counter and signed the puppy form that would allow them into the puppy play area.

Reggie watched as several puppies rushed over to Y/N, the girl fell onto her back and laughed as they nipped at her fingers and nudged their cold noses against her skin.

Reggie found himself staring at her with a lopsided smile, adoration in his eyes and a sleeping puppy on his lap.

Y/N couldn't believe that what started as a hesitant agreement to an unofficial date had turned into the best night of her life. They didn't know it then, but that date would be the start to a life long love affair.

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tangledstarlight · 4 years ago

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Hey! So I saw the coffee shop au prompts and am absolutely certain that no 14 - The coffee shop I work at is like a queer hotspot, but I don’t want to assume with you, and I’m afraid one of these days my co-workers will just ask you, because I keep going on about you - was made for Willex and that you could write something awesome about that <3

14. The coffee shop I work at is like a queer hotspot, but I don’t want to assume with you, and I’m afraid one of these days my co-workers will just ask you, because I keep going on about you

ahh hello hi!! this kinda got a little long and didn’t have quite as much of the ‘is he isn’t he’ of the prompt BUT it was very fun to write so! also you’re right it’s a very willex situation!!

coffee shops aus!

Alex liked to pride himself on being professional. At being able to keep his head when the cafe got chaotic — outside of the cafe was another story, but that was beside the point — to do his job no matter who came through the door.

Though he wasn’t exactly surrounded by stiff competition. Luke got distracted by lyrics in his head and Reggie was constantly trying to get people to try his newest creations. Alex liked it best when Flynn was on shift with him, at least there was less milk on the floor at the end.

But the point is, Alex was professional. He didn’t get distracted. He did his job to a level just short of exceptional and kept his shit together.

Except for every Monday afternoon at 2:35 and Thursday mornings at 9:21.

“I’ll take over the register,” he says to Luke, nudging him out of the way at 3:30.

“That time already, huh?” Luke wiggles his eyebrows as he steps backwards, “You gonna finally just ask him out today?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Alex mutters, hoping that the heat in his cheeks isn’t too noticeable or at least dies down in 3 minutes. But his eyes dart to the door as the little bell sounds above it. Oh he’s early.

Alex runs his hands over his apron and bites his lip, eyes darting down to the registers screen to at least look like he wasn’t waiting for him.

“Hey.”

Sucking in a breath Alex looks up slowly, taking in first the tie dyed crop top — and fuck it’s like he’s trying to make him combust or something — and then elbow pads and brown hair over his shoulders and — Alex blows out his breath — then he’s looking at Willie’s smiling face.

There is nothing Alex likes more in the world then the sight of Willie smiling at him.

“Hi,” a heart beat passes and Alex remembers he’s at work and has to be professional, “Your usual?”

“You know it!”

“That’ll be uh, $5.20. Please,” he taps at something on the screen, fingers moving more on muscle memory then actually paying attention. Willie hands him the money and Alex fumbles with the change and, from the corner of his eye he’s pretty sure Luke is laughing at him. Which okay, might be fair given how much they tease him about Julie, but this is different. Everyone knows that Julie is into Luke and Luke is into Julie, the only ones who don’t know is them

Alex has no idea if Willie likes him. If he’s even into guys, let alone anxious drummers.

Willie raps his knuckles on the counter top after he hands him his change, grinning at him. And lingering.

A best passes where Alex tries to think of something to say. Fuck what did he normally say to customers to make small talk? Should he ask about the weather? Alex’s eyes dart to the window opposite the counter, clear skies and sunshine. Okay, okay, he can talk about the weather.

Alex opens his mouth at the same moment that Willie does to, their words stumbling over each other and Alex blushes while Willie laughs. And he takes back his earlier comment, he likes the sound of Willie’s laugh more than the sight of his smile.

“You go,” Willie laughs, head shaking and there’s a strand of hair across his cheek that Alex desperately wants to brush away.

“No, no you go. I was just gonna say the weather’s nice,” he shrugs one shoulder and does his best to tune out the groan he can hear from Luke.

“Oh uh, yeah it’s it nice,” Willie nods, looking over his shoulder as if he hadn’t noticed the weather on his trip in and then he’s looking back at Alex. There’s still a smile on his lips, but it looks more nervous now that it did before and oh god has he done something wrong? Fuck. Fuck.

Maybe he’d overheard him last week talking to Reggie about if his piercing meant something or where just for the aesthetic. Or god even on Monday when Julie had come in 5 minutes before him and told Alex to be warned, because he was wearing a crop top and had his hair up that day and then ran away giggling the second he walked through the door. Or there was a few weeks ago when Luke had drawn that heart on his cup and a note that ––

“So uh I was wondering if maybe you wanted to get coffee with me sometime? Somewhere you don’t work, obviously. Or even dinner if you wanted. I’m flexible.”

“What?” Alex blinks at him, not sure he’s heard the question correctly. “Huh?”

“I was asking if you wanted to um go out with me?” Willie says it a little more slowly and Alex just blinks again. His mind has gone blank. He’s short circuiting.

“You –– I –– dinner–– huh?”

“Oh I uh hey no if you don’t want to that’s fine I was just––” Willie starts shaking his head, palms flat on the counter top like he’s about to push away and something slightly sharp pokes into his bicep.

“No! I mean yes! I–– yes!” Alex doesn’t mean to shout it, but judging by the multiple pairs of eyes now looking in their direction he’s pretty sure the whole cafe is now witnessing the most awkward ask out of the century. He sucks in a breath and smiles, “I’d love to go out with you sometime.”

“Great! I’ll uh text you some details?” A look of confusion must cross over his face because Willie laughs again, eyes glancing over at Luke, who’s standing at the other end of the counter with Willie’s drink and pretending not to be watching them. “Someone left your number on my cup a few weeks ago. At least I think it said your name, the writing was pretty shitty.”

Alex gets momentarily distracted by the cute way he wrinkles his nose as he says it, and he puts aside throwing something at Luke for later to laugh slightly, “Then I guess I’ll wait for you text.”

It feels like the cringiest thing he could possibly say, but Willie smiles at him, warm and wide and his eyes crinkle just a little and Alex can’t really care. Later, long after Willie has left with his drink and the mid-afternoon rush has finished, Luke drapes an arm around his shoulders and grins.

“Told you he liked you. Man, Reggie and Flynn are gonna be pissed they missed this.”

And Alex has a response on the tip of his tongue, when his phone vibrates in his pocket and without thinking he pulls it out. There’s a text from an unknown number on his screen and all thoughts of work or Luke leave his head as he sees the little ‘x’ at the end of the text.

#ask #fighttoshine #julie and the phantoms #alex mercer #willie #jatp #willex #*fics #*prompts

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nooneactuallyasked · 4 years ago

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Diner Gal - Reggie x Reader Part 2

Requested: My friend told me to keep writing this so-

Word count: 1,820

Warnings: Angst?

Summary: Julie and the Phantoms ( + Flynn ) go to a musical diner/café/restaurant for inspiration and hopefully a future gig but they end up meeting a very special waitress.

Note: Listen to What’s Inside from Waitress, you’ll know when. I’m also making a taglist so please feel free to ask to join if you would like! Happy (late) Halloween! Thanks for the support so far, I’m new to writing so it means a lot! :)

Part 1 here

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Y/N pushed open the back door with her hip, a big bag of glass bottles dragging her upper body towards the ground. She opened up the container lid and threw the bag of bottles inside, slumping against the door in exhaustion. She had another impromptu performance coming up but for now, she was back to a normal waitress.

Y/N pulled open the door and went back in, met with the overwhelming smell of sweat and cooking food. It’s like being on broadway except that it’s not as professional and she has two jobs in one and they both have crap pay. Time to get serving

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Julie and Flynn were chatting animatedly about a new band that they’d heard about whilst the boys were still trying to figure out how she was able to see them. Julie made sense, she had summoned them but that waitress, Y/N, they had never even been in her vicinity before. It was strange.

Julie straightened up as an idea hit her train, she turned so she was facing both the boys and Flynn, reminding herself that she needs to not look insane, “We could ask Y/N to put in a good word for us, get closer to her and figure out why she can see you. We get answers, a gig and a reason to come for inspo whenever.” Luke snapped his finger and pointed at her in agreement, “Right! Uh…how do we get her to even talk to us? Last time I checked we were…you know, invisible to everyone, she’d look insane if she randomly started talking to us.” Julie stared at him blankly before rolling her eyes and taking a sip from her milkshake, looking to Alex for help.

Alex hit him on the back of his head, “Obviously we’re not going to do it in front of people, use your brain…oh wait, nevermind.” Julie choked and set her milkshake down, Flynn patted her back before glaring at the left side of the boys. Julie moved Flynn’s face so she was glaring at the boys, “No killing my best friend, not even eye-candy can get away with that.” She turned back to Julie, “You okay, Jules? What did the boys do, I wish I could see them.”

“Sometimes I wish that I had the privilege of not seeing them.” The boys offended faces made her burst into laughter that she tried to control.

“Hi, is there anything else we can help you with today?” Their waiter walked up to the table, a bright smile already spread over their face. “Oh, uh, I have a weird request, question? Uh, can we talk to one of your performers? It would need to be somewhere more private because it’s more…um..you know.” The waiter chuckled, “Sure thing, you can use the break room, the performer will take you over there. I know Y/N is free for a little bit, but she might have to run off for a performance, I could grab Noelle, she’s doing some serving right now though...uh, another performer called Sadie arrives in a few minutes, but she might take a while to get settled. Or do you have a specific person in mind?”

“Uh…” Julie looked at Flynn and the boys, trying to figure out how to be discreet about asking for Y/N, “Can we- uh…” The waiter smiled, “I’ll grab Y/N for you, just remember she might have to run after a while.” They walked off to the kitchen, picking up a few plates on the way.

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“Y/N! Some customers want to talk to you!”

An audible groan made the kitchen staff chuckle, Y/N was used to complaining middle-aged women. They were only people who ever ‘talked’ to the staff, they were usually sent to Y/N because she would just smile, nod and agree until there were no complaints left. It takes way too much effort to argue and yell at someone who is smiling and agreeing with everything you say.

“Alright, thank you, Sam, tell them I’ll be right there.” Y/N dusted off her hands, the waiter chuckled, “Okay, will do. And you really need to stop expecting the worst all the time. It’s kinda depressing.” Y/N rolled her eyes, “Haha, glad my suffering at the hands of middle-aged women amuses you.” The waiter rolled their eyes in return and left the kitchen.

“Well…time for complaints or a pleasant surprise.” Y/N sighs, picking up a slice of pie for a customer on the way out. She bumps open the door with her hip and walks out into the chatter and bustle of the diner, she puts down the pie at table 20 before heading over to the counter where Sam was waiting.

“Table 12, take them to the break room, they wanted a more private place to talk.” Y/N raised her eyebrows, “Okay, take the non-staff members to the staff members only break room. Sure, okay.” Sam rolled their eyes, handed her a small piece of paper with instructions, which rolled her eyes at, and pushed her lightly, “Just go.”

Y/N plastered on her best customer service smile and walked over to table 12, checking over the instructions in her hand, “Hi, sorry for the wait, my name is Y/N. There was something you wanted to talk about in the break room?” Y/N looked up and saw the two girls and 3 boys she’d served a little while earlier. “Yeah, uh, can we go in there first?” Y/N smile turned more genuine and gestured the way with her right arm, “Sure, this way.”

Y/N showed them to the break room, “Take a seat, make yourselves comfortable. I warn you I have a quick thing in 5 minutes but I’ll be right back afterwards.” The Julie and Flynn sat down on a couch, Luke sitting on the arm closest to Julie. Alex and Reggie sat in singular chairs on either side of the couch.

“Now, what is it you wanted to talk about?” Y/N sat in a chair opposite the group, “Well, we were wondering if you could put in a word for us, we’re a band- “ “I’m not in it though! I’m Flynn, the band’s amazing marketing team.” Flynn interrupts, Y/N nods, an eyebrow raised and motions for Julie to continue, “Right, yeah, anyway, we’re a band called Julie and the Phantoms. I’m Julie, beanie boy is Luke, Alex is sitting in the chair on the left and Reggie is on the right. We’d really appreciate it if you could put in a word for us, we’re trying to get as many gigs as possible.” Y/N smiled, “Yeah, sure, you’d have to demo for Cal and a few performers but I’ll see what I can do. Is that all?”

“Julie, ask her about ghosts. And if seeing them runs in her family.”

“Uh, you can just ask me yourself and uh, ghosts? What are you talking about?” Alex stood up and walked over to Reggie before smacking the back of his head, “Ow! What was that fo- oh…I get it.” Y/N’s eyes dart between everyone, trying to find someone who can explain. “Don’t ask me, I can’t even see them. Low-key kinda jelly.”

Y/N looked at the clock in the break room, “Shoot, look I have to go on now, but it’s real quick so I’ll be back soon. You can explain when I get back. You can go back to your table or just stay here, whatever you want to do. Sam will come over in a sec, you know, so you can ask them for help if you need it.” She walked over to the door and turned to look at them, narrowing her eyes slightly, “Break anything in here and I’ll break your bank account, and please try to stay out of trouble. Sam is clumsy, I don’t want to find them with six broken bones when I get back.”

Y/N walked out the door leaving three shocked boys, a sheepish Julie and an impressed Flynn, “She seems cool.”

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Sam stepped into the break room, Flynn and Julie were chatting on the couch, Luke was sat on the floor next to Julie, Alex was laid against the back of his chair and Reggie was draped over his chair, his legs resting on top of the arm. Sam smiled at the chatting girls.

“Sorry to interrupt lady’s but I was wondering if you’d want to watch Y/N’s performance.” Everyone perked up at that, head’s snapping towards Sam in surprise, “We can do that, how?” “Sh, Julie needs to respond.”

“We’d love to, are we going out of the break room to watch?” Sam smiled, a twinkle in their eye. “Not quite, we’re gonna watch through the cameras. It’ll be short but a real treat, trust me.”

Sam guided the two girls and, unknowingly, the three musician spirits to a computer monitor setup, probably used for security on a normal day.

Y/N was stood behind the counter, the lights were low apart from some fairy lights behind her. There was a bowl sitting on the counter in front of her, a few ingredients around her.

Sugar

Staff members were spread around the room, taking it in turns to sing as Y/N puts the ingredients into the bowl

Sugar, butter

Sugar, butter,

Sugar, butter, flour

Y/N takes the bowl into her arms, slowly mixing it. Her expression calm and peaceful.

My hands pluck the things I know that I'll need

I'll take the sugar and butter from the pantry

I add the flour to begin what I am hoping to start

And then it's down with the recipe and bake from the heart

Y/N puts down the bowl, a small smile appearing on her face, dusting her hands on her apron. She turns her gaze to the watching customers.

Sugar

And butter

And flour

Y/N’s smile turns bittersweet, she looks up and holds her hands to her heart, her voice breaking slightly.

And mother

She moves around the counter, her fingers tracing the surface. The watching group were speechless, all feeling connected to her performance through their own feelings of loss.

What's inside, everyone wants to know what's inside

And I always tell them, but I feel more than words can say

Y/N turns back to the bowl, her hand gripping onto her apron as she makes her way back around the counter.

You wanna know what's inside?

Simple question, so then what’s the answer?

My whole life is in here

A tear slips down her cheek and she looks down at the bowl, her smile pained. It stabs at Reggie’s heart, the realization dawning on him that this isn’t just a performance, not to Y/N.

In this kitchen, baking

What a mess I'm making

Y/N wipes her tears away, flashing a smile at the customers before grabbing the bowl and walking out to the kitchen.

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soemthingsparkly · 4 years ago

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so what i'm hearing is conrad was manipulated into hating reggie from a young age by parents who are, i assume, not much better than reggie's himself, has learned behaviors from his parents (smoking, probably the littering and lewd comments too), and doesn't have a support system of good friends like reggie does (smokes alone under the bleachers, only still on the team because he's a good shot) hmmm.. is that possible character development that i smell?

Okay,

1. I cannot believe you guys are encouraging this.

and

2. Let’s say Conrad moved a lot when he was a kid - there’s a reason he's just come back into Reggie’s life.

Let’s say, unlike Reggie’s parents - who decided it was better to fight than separate - Conrad’s mother has a tight knit relationship with divorce.

He was seven when his father walked out (these sisters never had very good luck with men). His mom was dating again by the time he turned eight. The next one brought him candy whenever he came by to pick up his mom for a date. When he was nine, he had a step-father.

At eleven, his mom shakes him awake in the middle of the night.

“Is it time for school?” Conrad asks, rubbing at his eyes. His white bedroom walls are grey in the light, and when he glances to the window, he sees the penny-shaped moon sitting high in the sky, peering in between the half-shuttered blinds. “Mom, what time is it?”

But she’s stuffing clothes from his wardrobe into a duffel bag. She yanks open his underwear drawer and shoves fistfuls of boxers and socks inside. She tells him to stop talking and get dressed.

“Mom?” Conrad asks again. “Mom, what are you doing? Where are we going? Where’s dad–?”

And then his cheek is stinging and his mother pointed finger in mere inches away from his nose. “Listen to me when I’m talking to you,” she says, before she dips her eyes. “Pack your things, baby, we’re not coming back here.”

Conrad sits upright in his bed, hold a cool hand to his warm cheek. The shock of the pain is gone, but his mother looks different somehow. As she rummages through the second drawer, a t-shirt slips from between her fingers. It’s the Ducktales shirt Reggie sent him last Christmas.

On the front was graphic of Scrooge and the tricoloured triplets: Louie, Dewey, and Huey, riding in a mine cart.

Woo-hoo! I miss you little cuz. Mom got me the Ducktales boxset for my birthday. I can't wait to show it to you!

Conrad had stuffed it far in the back of the drawer, having recently decided that his cousin was a no-good name thief.

But something twinges in his stomach when his mom kicks it out of her way.

"Conrad,” she clicks her fingers at him, he snaps up. “If you don’t get up and get on with it, right now, you will be very sorry. Now get up.”

Conrad shoves his quilt back and the air is cold. He pulls on a pair of socks and puts a jacket over his pyjamas. He darts to the corner, where his shirt was kicked and stuffs in down the back of his sweats.

His mom pulls a cap over his head and he lifts it out of his eyes. She holds and out her hand and he slips his small fingers into hers. “Let’s go, baby.”

They spend a month sleeping in a motel. His mom doesn’t talk about his step-dad, but he hears her crying and yelling in the bathroom and he knows she’s on the phone to him. He starts hanging out in the reception and get’s to know the big kid, Daniel, behind the desk. He lets him watch late-night adult cartoons with him on a small box-shaped TV tucked into the corner of the counter.

Conrad doesn’t get the jokes, but he laughs whenever Daniel does, and learns the words, ‘bitch,’ and ‘whore.’

When he’s thirteen his mom gets married again. This time it’s to a dentist with two kids of his own, both daughters, aged sixteen and eighteen. She says it’s their new start, that this one was going to be the last.

“Till death do us part, Conrad,” she says, nuzzling his shoulder as she hugs him from behind. He’s trying to do homework, but the faint hairs on her lip tickle his skin and he shivers.

His older sister, Katie, starts teaching him how to play lacrosse. She’s the goal keeper on her high school team and made captain last semester. she’s about to go to college on a scholarship, but he doesn't want her to go.

“Hey, Con, send me ball. I wanna get in some practice before tomorrow’s game.”

So he starts shooting with her, taking the offence position. Katie is a good goal keeper and she goads him like no other. He starts practicing when she’s not around, so that he can kick her ass when they next play.

The first time he scores, Katie throws up her arms. “Shit, dude! Good job!”

“Yeah,” Conrad grins. “Take that you stupid whore.”

Katie’s face falls. “What did you just call me?”

Conrad swallows and makes a decision, either he apologises or stands his ground.

“You heard me.”

At sixteen, they move to New York. His mom is dating a low-level drug dealer. The guy keeps his stash in their bathroom. The boyfriend is out with his friends the night the police raid the flat.

Conrad’s mother takes the fall.

He doesn’t know why.

He can’t work out why.

She is sentenced, but Conrad’s eyes don’t water. He is taken in by child protective services.

“What are we supposed to do with him?”

“He has an aunt and cousin in LA. I’ve just got off the phone with the woman. She says they’ll take him in until other arrangements are made.”

Conrad grits his teeth and realises he’s about to board a flight to California, 2000 miles away from where his mom is being held.

When they put the offer on the table, Conrad is quiet for a moment.

Until he says, “Sounds good to me.”

Sigh.

I got invested you guys.

#jatp #Julie and the phantoms #Reggie Peters #Conrad reggie #concept reggie #jaz answers #jaz answers jatp #jaz writes jatp #jatp au #this is still dumb #and yet

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bramblepeltao3 · 4 years ago

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Hey why am I still doing this?? This has become my ‘just for fun’ little thing I go to when I’ve finished doing all the other writing stuff! And it’s become just stupid fun for me.

So then, on to more Prince Prompto AU of my AU fic specifically!

Prompto felt his heartbeat quicken. They were here. Facing the Lucian royal family. He, as the Prince, stood at the front of the procession. He knew what he was supposed to do. He practiced several times on the train ride over, and he got it perfect a couple of times. He could do this.

Prompto bowed slightly towards King Regis and Prince Noctis. “The Empire of Niflheim thanks you for your hospitality. We hope that with this extension of good will, we can forge a future of peace and prosperity between our nations.” Nailed it. Prompto stood back up, perhaps a bit too quickly, and saw a look of humor on Noctis’ face.

….did he mess up? Did he say something wrong and sound stupid? Was his shirt on inside out?!

Prince Noctis took a few steps forward, closing the distance between them.

“Nice to finally meet you.” He said, extending his hand.

Prompto felt his face flush. This was...less than formal. Not as he was coached to expect. He offered his hand as well, and Noctis quickly took it with a crooked smile. There was applause from behind, the crowd of Insomnians who had come to see the display were cheering but they sounded so very far away. It felt like it was just them. Prince Noctis and himself.

He didn’t deserve to be here. His ears began to pound with the sound of his pulse. The King was saying something, Prompto couldn’t hear it. His throat suddenly felt very dry and he wanted nothing more than to reach out to Doctor Del and ask for help. Make the dizziness and nausea and hotness on his cheeks go away.

“See you at the party, then.” Prince Noctis said with a wave, turning and following his father back into the palace.

“Good job, Shortcake.” Aranea was then at his side.

Oh. It was over. He did it? He turned to see the others, hoping for further validation of his success.

Loqi was standing at attention, no sign of approval or disappointment on his face. And Del was...angry?

“No one said anything about a party.” She sneered.

“Awe, what’s wrong lemon tart, didn’t bring a ball gown?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m sure a doctor isn’t important enough to be in attendance.”

“Not a doctor, perhaps.” Loqi said, in a very strange way.

“I’d really like it if we could all be there!” Prompto found himself saying out loud by accident. It was true. He needed everyone he could get to stay by his side. “I mean, I bet the dinner will be really good. I’d hate for anyone to miss it.”

Del’s face softened with a smile. “Of course we’ll all be there, Prompto.”

“Guess we’re going dress shopping then.” Aranea shrugged. “You boys are lucky, you can get away with your military and royal regalia. Us girls tend to be held to a higher standard.”

“Yeah, I’m not-”

“Hey you, you look like someone who knows things.” Aranea pointed at a young, well dressed man. “Where can a girl get a party dress around here?”

Prompto’s mind was flooded with his crash course in etiquette and felt himself jumping into damage control.

“My apologies for my shield, Sir.”

The young man smiled, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and nodded. “Ignis Scientia, royal advisor to Prince Noctis. No need for apologies, your grace.” Prompto felt his throat close up. How many ways could they possibly mess this up before they were all kicked out in shame?

Ignis turned to Aranea and Del. “If you’re looking for a gown for this evening’s event, I know the perfect establishment of tailors who are more than capable. Allow me to call you a car.”

“Commodore, Doctor, I will happily esco-”

“No way, Loqi.” Del frowned.

“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere. You need to stay here with the Prince and make sure he doesn’t trip on his shoelaces or something.” Aranea emphasized her point with a harsh stab of her finger to Loqi’s head.

“But...these boots don’t even have laces…” Prompto said, looking down to check just in case.

Ignis hung up his cellular phone and approached their little party once again. “Ladies, I have informed your escort where to take you. And should you wish to see any other parts of our lovely city, please feel free. You are in safe hands.”

The advisor bowed to them, then Prompto, and left with a smile.

He seemed nice. Prompto hoped he’d be there this evening as well.

“...why didn’t you yell at him?” Loqi asked. “He addressed you as ladies! Aren’t you-”

“Oh put a sock in it Loqi.” Del rolled her eyes.

“It’s different. Obviously.” Aranea said with a smirk.

A shiny black car pulled around and stopped by the curb.

“Looks like our ride, Doc.” Aranea coiled her arm around Del’s, pulling her towards the vehicle. “You boys be good! Auntie Nea and Auntie Del will be back soon!”

Prompto watched in stunned silence as Aranea dragged his doctor into the back seat of the car, the door shutting behind them. He hoped they’d have fun. They both worked so hard for him, they deserved a break. And pretty dresses.

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Cor really should have seen this coming, but somehow he was still blindsided. Scientia called asking for a high security escort for two of the Imperial diplomats. Well, it didn’t get more high security than the Marshal. And with the flurry of preparations and excitement, he needed a moment away to refocus.

An hour to drive a couple of diplomats to some store downtown, wait in the car, and drive them back. Easy.

Easy until he took a look in the rearview mirror and immediately recognized the blonde woman sitting right behind him. She was scowling, exactly like he remembered her.

“Awe come on lemon tart-”

“Quit calling me that!”

“Doctor tart then, listen, I know you’ve never been involved in politics before but if you’re planning on staying by Shortcake’s side it’s time to get used to it.”

“I’m just a doctor.”

“And tonight you’re a doctor in a fancy dress charming all the eligible bachelors Lucis has to offer.” The other woman seemed to take a great deal of pleasure in needling her.

Brave of her, that.

“Speaking of, I’m not seeing a ring on our escort’s finger.”

Oh she was very brave. And just as much a pain.

“Aranea, leave him alone.”

“What’s your story, Driver? Excited to watch two young women play dress up?”

“ARANEA!”

“We’re here.” Cor said, thanking the Astrals for the small blessing. He was ready to simply sit there quietly, wait for them to finish their shopping, and hope the tinted windows did their job. But then he just had to take one more look into the rearview mirror, and there was that little girl’s face again. Looking scared, just like she did the last time he saw her.

Shit.

Just rip the bandage off, it was going to happen eventually. Best to get it out of the way somewhere far away from the paparazzi.

Cor stepped out of the car and opened the rear door, standing with all the respect he’d show to any important guest of the crown.

Del stood up, looked at the store, and then a tree planted in the middle of the sidewalk, then the sky before looking up at him.

For a moment her face didn’t change. Then realization must have struck, because her eyes went wide. And her brow furrowed. And her shoulders raised up.

“Quit dragging your feet, Doc, the longer you mope the longer this’ll take.” Aranea dragged her away and into the store before she had a chance to start screaming. “Wow your face got red. I mean sure he’s hot, but he’s twice your age. You can do better.”

He followed them in. If nothing else he needed to make sure this place was genuinely secure. There were whispers of citizens not too happy with the possibility of getting chummy with Niflheim. The last thing Reggie needed was an international incident right on the precipice of treaty negotiations.

Cor stood at attention next to the door, watching as young sales people hungry for a commission off the royal account bombarded the two women with measuring tape and color swatches. Del looked like she was in hell. His presence probably wasn’t helping the matter.

Aranea was the first to emerge from the fabric tornado, sporting something barely meeting the dress code as it barely contained fabric.

“Hey flaunt it while you still got it, right Doc?” She called back to the other changing room as a young man showed her jeweled accessory pieces. “You’re being awfully quiet, you know?”

“And you’re being awfully obnoxious!” Del screeched, pulling the curtain back. “No I don’t need shapewear, what the fuck is that? I’ll wear whatever shape I have, fuck.” She was wearing a very sensible green gown.

“Awe look at you, Lemon Tart, so modest. So practical. No fun.”

“Yeah I guess you can call what you’ve got going on fun.”

“What do you think, Mr. Driver?” Aranea grabbed Del around the shoulders, pulling her right next to her side so they were both facing him. “Think she’ll be the belle of the ball?”

Del was staring at the floor with a fierce determination.

“No comment? Smart guy.” Aranea chuckled.

Cor moved his gaze over to a tailor sewing glittering embellishments to a bright pink gown. It looked like something meant for a very young girl. Incredibly gaudy. One of the small rubies fell from the dress.

...but it stopped. And moved-

It wasn’t a gem.

“Get down!” He yelled, rushing the two women and forcing them to the ground right as he heard the glass window shatter and two of the sales clerks scream.

“Shit.” Aranea’s eyes darted around, seeming to be searching for the gunman based on the trajectory of the bullet that barely missed them.

Cor opened the emergency channel on his ear piece. “Coyote on 3rd and Grace Street. I have two ducklings unharmed and a store full of civilians. Requiring backup.”

“Heard, Red Drake. Backup en route.”

“Ducklings? Really?” The older woman joked, helping him drag the trembling doctor behind a sales counter as another shot went off.

“Don’t look at me, I didn’t come up with the system.” That was all Reggie.

“What’s the plan, Driver? Cause unless our killer is a gold medal sprinter it looks like there’s at least two of them. If we stay here we’re sitting duck- oh, I get it. Funny. Doc you’ve gotta pull yourself together.”

Cor looked down at Del who was folded in on herself, hands grasping through her own hair and trembling.

“Hey, kid.” He said, gripping her shoulder. She looked up at him, terror naked in her eyes. “You’re going to be okay. I’m getting you out of here.”

The irony of his words were not lost on him.

The store manager joined them, removing her jacket and rolling up her sleeves. “There’s an emergency exit through the break room, it leads into the same hallway as the other stores. There’s an elevator too, goes all the way to the roof.” She gestured for them to follow, taking cover behind clothing racks and display cases.

“Sounds like you’ve done this before.” Cor commented.

She chuckled. “I’ve worked here for decades, since I was a teenage sales clerk, I have seen some shit.”

Cor made a note to make sure she was commended officially for it.

The break room door slammed shut once everyone was safely inside. The manager, who introduced herself as Marigold, got to work moving the table in front of the door.

“What are the chances our killers know about the access hallway?” Cor asked, helping with the barricade.

“It’s there specifically so the clientele don’t have to think about us as people who have lives outside of their consumer needs.” One of the men said. “So unless they work in one of these shops, unlikely.”

“Not like we planned ahead to be here, either.” Aranea offered. “In fact...the only person who would’ve known we were here was that Ignis guy.”

“Scientia? If he had a stake in extending the war he has a funny way of showing it.” No one was closer to the Prince than his advisor, and a war running into Noctis’ reign would bring him nothing but pain. “More likely someone’s been following since you arrived and waited for their chance.”

“Shit, this glass is really stuck.” A very young woman cried out, trying to pull a large shard from her arm.

Del immediately snapped out of her panic and rushed over to her. “Please tell me there’s a first aid kit in here.” She took the woman’s arm, shooing her hand away from pulling at the glass.

“Just one, and it’s very old…” The male sales clerk got the white box from a cabinet and handed it to her.

“As long as there’s tweezers and gauze, I’m good.”

“Oh wow, you’re actually a doctor.” Marigold laughed.

“I’m going to check the hallway, make sure no one’s waiting for us.” Cor reached into Reggie’s armiger, choosing a pistol in place of his blade. He opened the door.

“Cor!” Del yelled, gripping a bandage to the girl’s arm. Her green dress was covered in blood stains that most assuredly would never come out. “Don’t you-”

“I’m coming back, Del.” He said flatly. Maybe don’t run off anywhere this time.

The hallway was well lit with hard flooring. After several minutes of no shadows or footsteps, Cor was satisfied.

He turned his ear piece on. “Status update.” He whispered.

“One coyote down, two confirmed on the run.”

“Can we get an evac on the roof?”

“Negative, Red Drake, too many rocks in the pond, stay put until cleared.”

The door behind him creaked open, Aranea slipping through.

“Not sounding like good news there, Driver.”

“Listen, I have two ducklings and four civilians that need to get to safety. Send an eagle to the roof of the Statler building for immediate evac. That’s an order.” Cor switched off the receiver.

Aranea’s face fell into a look of suspicion. “Funny, on our way in I could have sworn I saw the word Nelson.”

“You did. It’s a decoy.” He tapped his earpiece. “If I’m right, our assassins are tapping our communications. They’ll think we transferred to the building next door and wait for us there. In the meantime, we’re taking the elevator to the fifth floor. There’s a walkway connection to the fine arts center. From there we make our way to the auditorium.”

“Oh? And then what?”

Cor smirked. “Dress rehearsal.”

---

Somehow, some way, the piece of absolute stupid idiot garbage got them out. And thank the Gods too, because Del wasn’t sure how to say the girl needed a hospital. The bandage was only doing so much and it wouldn’t be long before her wound bled through.

Cor flashed his fancy badge, got them into the costume room, and for the second time that day Del was forced to play dress up. This time with hats and wigs! Fun!

She was fuming. Having to rely on him again...after what he did? And he had the absolute balls to say “I’m coming back.” Like?!

Fuck him. He was an even bigger dickhead than she’d remembered. And she remembered everything so that was a hell of a feat.

“Oh, a shame. This was my personal pride of the season.” Marigold sighed, holding the ruined green dress.

“Send the bill to the Citadel, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. Think there’s anything you can lend out for a royal ball in six hours?” The asshole moron asked.

“Seriously?!” Del screeched after finishing getting into a weirdly form fitting newsboy costume. “Some fuckos just tried to put a bullet in our heads and you expect us to go mingle with canapes like nothing happened?”

“What did I say, Doctor Tart? Politics. Get used to it.” Aranea was somehow completely cool headed in some gaudy bright retro outfit.

“Nothing about this can get out, the last thing we need is any more tremors in this shaky situation.” Fuckhead McGee said.

“Understood. Shame about that armed robbery in our store.” Marigold shrugged her shoulders like it was nothing.

She looked at her staff who all nodded in agreement.

“Are you all batshit?!” Del screamed. “We’re supposed to act like that wasn’t an assassination attempt on our lives?”

“Delphia, listen to me.” Aranea took her shoulder and turned to face her. “We both want the same thing: to protect Prompto. Anything less than a perfect visit is only going to raise tensions for both sides. Not to mention, Prompto would freak if he knew we were almost killed. So here’s our story: Driver got lost on the way to the boutique. The robbery happened before we arrived, and the guard went overboard in trying to protect us. We’re wearing dresses from the robbed store tonight to show our support and hope for the business to recover.”

“You’ve done this before.” Shithead said.

“I’ve had a lot of free time to read spy thrillers.” Aranea replied coolly.

“I’m sure I have some perfectly exquisite pieces in my personal collection that should fit. Ooh, we could advertise a throwback collection for the fall!” Marigold cheered.

“YOU! YOU...YOU YOU…” Del pointed at Aranea, feeling completely unable to voice any of the thoughts screeching around in her head.

“Del, please calm down, the people responsible will be taken care-”

That was it. She spun around and slapped the Marshal across the face.

“YOU DON’T GET TO TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!” You lying shitty child abandoning piece of enabling gods damned shit fuck ass bastard!

He seemed unphased by her attack. Aranea though looked like Del had just kicked an innocent puppy into an oncoming train.

“Alright. Get it out.” He said.

Oh, she was done. Completely fucking done. He just shows up, acts like the big fucking hero, pretends like he didn’t ditch her, and then dictates the terms of her emotional breakdown?!

Fuck.

This.

“Fuck you.” She said, emphasizing her point with a finger in the air.

Cor nodded. “We’re going to take the front entrance, it leads out to a courtyard. Plenty of trees, bushes, a large pool down the middle, and lots of cover. We make it across the courtyard and we’ll be on a Crownsguard HQ doorstep. I’ll have a better grasp of the situation, and we’ll figure it out from there.”

The nerve. The fucking nerve.

“Come on Newsie, Prompto needs you.” Aranea took her by the arm.

“Were the accessories really necessary?” Del asked, noticing the fishnet gloves, knee socks, and neon colored plastic jewelry.

“It ties the outfit together.” She replied, pulling her in step at the end of the line. “Now, you wanna tell me why you’re so familiar with the Immortal, or do I have to abandon all the trust we’ve been building up?”

Shit.

Fuck.

“He infiltrated my father’s facility when I was a kid. I was stupid and naive and trusted everything he said. I won’t make that mistake again.”

Aranea seemed to be rolling that answer around. “And you knew he was a Lucian operative?”

“I was six, what do you want from me? Anyway, he lied and bailed on me. Didn’t get anything he was after either so it was a big waste of time for everyone.”

“...hm. Wonder what it was he was after?” Aranea asked, acting like the very much not rhetorical question was one.

Oh, you know, just baby Prompto. Normal shit.

“We’re here. Keep your heads down and ears open. We’re going to be alright.”

Del scoffed quietly.

“Wonder why these guys are targeting us instead of the Prince?” Aranea whispered.

“Opportunity knocked, I guess.” Del shrugged. All this for a shitty dress.

“I’m just saying, Lucian terrorists need to get their priorities in check.”

“You’re sure they’re Lucian?” Del whispered. Aranea’s face broke into a wide smirk.

“Clever girl.”

“You feel it too.”

“This entire mission was doomed from the start.”

“Why else would anyone put Loqi in charge?”

Aranea chuckled in spite of herself, and the sound inspired Del to laugh in turn.

“Oh Gods, we’re so fucked.” Del whispered.

“WATCH IT!”

In a rush of air and movement that blew her hat off, hair tumbling back down, Cor was by her side with his blade unsheathed and held in front of her eyes.

She heard a soft ‘clink’ before he lowered it. Her vision came back into focus in time to see a splatter of blood in the distance.

“Was tha….did you…?”

“Run.” Cor barked, grabbing her around the wrist and pulling her back towards a line of trees.

“Either your Glaive suck at their job, or there’s a lot of people here who want us dead!” Aranea yelled while guiding the shop workers to cover.

“At this point I’m willing to assume both.” Cor positioned his blade to use as a mirror, checking for any sign of further danger behind them. “Aranea, think you can get them-”

“Way ahead of you, Driver.” From their position, she could easily lead the others behind cover with only a short sprint left to get them to the station.

But Cor and Del had a large gap of open space.

“I’m not asking you to trust me.” Cor started, his blade dissipating in a spark of magic.

Oh that was rich, super rich.

“But I need you to do exactly as I say, and you will get back alive.”

“That’s LITERALLY asking me to trust you!” Del hissed between her clenched teeth.

“Right. Well, I have one question. Can you swim?”

Del blinked. “What? No…”

“That’s unfortunate.” Cor tightened his grip on her wrist, and before she could protest he was pulling both of them down, using the momentum to roll over. She was then wrenched back upwards on her feet and pushed backwards, stumbling until she fell. Right off of an edge.

And into the pool.

She wasn’t lying, she really didn’t fucking know how to swim. Everything was dark, she couldn’t tell which way was back up, and she was reaching peak panic until her wrist was once again being pulled. Over, over, until she felt her lungs would burst and then finally, up.

“Take a deep breath.” Cor commanded.

She wanted to screech and curse and slap him again but instead she obeyed and inhaled. He dragged her back down, much further. She didn’t know what else to do. She simply let him pull her on until once more everything in her chest burned and her mind began to spiral and then-

Her head was above water once again, Cor holding her up under her armpit and slowly guiding her out of the pool.

Del wiped her hair from her eyes to see a large number of people in uniforms surrounding them.

“Marshal, Sir.” A woman in a helmet said. “We’ve done a thorough sweep, land and air. The last identifiable terrorist has been neutralized.”

Del struggled to breathe, feeling like she might just pass out right there sitting on the ledge of the pool.

“Thanks Monica, get our guests a ride back to the Citadel. I’m sure they’d like some time to freshen up before the party.”

Oh.

Oh, Del was going to kill him.

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between-two-fandoms · 4 years ago

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reggie with sensory overload & just Luke/Alex helping him through it

Examples

- reggie getting Alex’s hoodie/ Luke’s beanie for scent

- fingers through hair

- soft encouragement

- imagine Reggie has functionality of a toddler (bc of overload + stress) and boys just take care of him

- reggie using Alex or Luke as a teddy bear bc cuddles

I finally wrote it! Sort of? The version with the correct formatting can be found on ao3 under my username Random_Nerd3.

The thing was, Reggie didn’t even know when it happened, just that it did. Sunset Curve was soundchecking for a performance, because it was Saturday so of course they were. The performance started off fine, maybe a little bit rocky on Reggie’s part, but that was just because of the annoying clatter from the bartender’s dishes. They wrapped up Crooked Teeth, which Reggie swore was about Alex, but there was no denying the fact that it was actually about him. Luke had even managed to work a little bit of country twang into it and made it sound cool. “Reggie, you good?” Luke asked as they set up for the next song. Reggie adjusted his bass strap, suddenly feeling like it was too tight against his neck.

“Reg?” Alex asked, looking at him over his drum set. He shedded his leather jacket and dropped it on the ground next to him. The fabric of the jacket was suddenly much more… uncomfortable, then it usually was. It was too tight in his shoulders, and the collar was messing with his guitar strap. Not to mention, now that he was thinking about the stage lights were definitely brighter than they usually were. It felt like everything was going wrong, but he couldn’t stop the band from finishing the soundcheck. He couldn’t let them hold off on a gig just because he felt a little bit off. Shaking his head he fumbled with the adjustment on his bass strap.

“Stop babying me. I’m fine,” Reggie said. He’d feel guilty about snapping at them later, but right now he just wanted to get through the rest of the gig and find a quiet room where he can ride out the rest of the unsettling feeling curdling in his gut. He shook it out and winked at Luke from behind his mic stand, shooting him one of his signature flirty smiles. Bobby rolled his eyes as he started up the rhythm for their next song.

“Luke, if Reggie says he’s fine then he’s fine. I don’t know about you but I saw some good looking chicks and dudes outside. If we wrap up early we can go see if we can’t get dates,” Bobby said, adjusting the height of his mic stand. Luke glanced at Reggie one last time before starting them off on My Name Is Luke, they planned on saving Now Or Never for their big closer. It was what they always did when they debuted a new song, saving it for the last in the set. As they continued with the check Reggie stayed by his mic, which he was sure would bite him in the ass later, judging by the concerned look Luke shot him from across the stage. The rest of the sound check went by without any interruptions, and they were all high on pre-performance endorphins by the time they rolled out Now or Never.

About an hour after their soundcheck Bobby was going all in with the ladies. Reggie watched his band mate cast the hook, line, and fail at picking up a chick from a table. “He’s an idiot,” Luke said as he slid onto the stool next to him. Reggie nodded, then snickered when Bobby got slapped upside the head by a girl… who then turned to give her friend a kiss on the lips. Luke let out a low whistle, “I definitely didn’t e\;;;;;e4=0pect that to happen.” Reggie rolled his eyes,

“Alex would’ve called it from a mile away.” Reaching out he grabbed his glass of water - the band had a strict no-drinking policy when it came to performance nights - and the cool texture of the glass helped calm his nerves. He ran his thumb around the glass’s lip. Repeating the motion helped him focus on what Luke was saying. “What?” Reggie asked after Luke spent a few minutes just staring at him. Luke let out a soft chuckle and took a drink out of his own glass of water.

“Nothing, it's just… something seems off about you. You didn’t want to sing with me during soundcheck,” Luke said. Reggie fidget uncomfortably, he felt like he was caught in a lie, like he was about to get scolded. He dropped his right hand and started to fiddle with the arms of his jacket, which he tied to his waist after they were done with the soundcheck. Luke’s hand wrapped around his, and Reggie went from messing with Luke’s fingers. He ran his own fingers through them, knotting them up and twisting them about. He poked at them and prodded them and massaged the meat of Luke’s hand with his thumb. Reggie didn’t know how much time had passed, but it was long enough for Alex to return to the bar with messed up hair and flushed cheeks.

“Hi, everything alright here?” Alex asked, slightly glancing at Luke for help. Reggie nodded, still focused on kneading Luke’s fingers together. In an act of betrayal Luke shook his head saying,

“He’s been at this for ten minutes.” Reggie stopped to pull his hands away from Luke’s. He hadn’t realized it had been that long. Luke probably wanted to go hit on the cute girls too… who was Reggie to stop him doing what he wanted? “Hey,” Luke said, pulling Reggie’s hand back into his. Alex placed a hand against Reggie’s back and he instantly felt more relaxed. “It’s okay Reggie,” Luke said, eyes wide with concern. “Take as long as you need,” Luke said, running a hand through Reggie’s hair. Reggie let out a sob then reached forward and rested his head against Luke’s shoulder.

“Hey, hey,” Alex said, starting to draw circles against Reggie’s back. Reggie took a shuddering breath as he let Luke wrap him in his strong, sleeveless arm. How is he never cold? Reggie wondered as Luke’s warmth encased him like a protective bubble. “You’re okay, everything’s going to be okay,” Alex said, talking in a low, comforting voice. The venue was getting too loud, and Reggie couldn’t push it all out of his mind like he usually did. He couldn’t play his bass to distract him because his bass was locked up in it’s case in the green room. He couldn’t lose himself to his flannel because, like an idiot, he left it at home in a rush to avoid another one of his parent’s fights. All he had was his dumb, stupid, too-tight leather jacket that was just created for the sole purpose of making him suffer. Reggie avoided Luke’s eyes and turned his attention to picking at a loose thread on the cuff of the jacket tied to his waist.

“Reggie, you still with us?” Luke asked, his voice floating into his mind through the fog. Reggie nodded, though he still couldn’t bring himself to actually look at Luke. “It’s okay that your brain works differently than ours Reg.” Alex’s hands massaged Reggie’s shoulders as the drummer said,

“We told you that if you feel… whatever it is… acting up you can come to us. We won’t judge you, and we won’t let Bobby judge you.” Reggie let out a weak-sounding chuckle as he looked back to their rhythm guitarist, still trying and failing to pick up a girl at the bar. He managed to gather the strength to tip his head up and look Luke in the face.

Luke’s smile was worth it.

“There you are!” Luke said with a smile, reaching up to gently cup Reggie’s face. Reggie smiled back at Luke, finally finding he was able to focus on the guitarist.

“Hi,” Reggie said with small wave. He turned in his seat so his back was leaning against the counter. Both Alex and Luke were smiling like he lit up the sun, Reggie didn’t understand why but if him talking made them happy, then he’d do it more often. “I’m sorry about this,” Reggie said, still worried he was overstepping some sort of unseen boundary. Luke just ran a hand through Reggie’s hair with that dopey grin on his face.

“Don’t apologize, It isn’t your fault Reggie.” Luke said, like he knew exactly what Reggie was thinking. “Should we cancel the gig?” Luke asked suddenly, breaking the silence. Reggie shook his head frantically.

“No, no we can’t. We’ve been looking forward to this all month!” Reggie insisted at Luke’s look of disbelief. Alex managed to calm Reggie down before his panic got too far.

“We won’t cancel… but promise us if you ever let It get bad again tell us right away okay?” Alex asked, looking Reggie dead in the eyes. Reggie hesitated, but inevitably ended up nodding in agreement.

“Okay, I promise to come to you guys,” Reggie said, hoping he sounded more believable than he felt. Luke and Alex seemed to buy it, because Luke pulled out his songbook and started flipping through a few of his newer unfinished works. A few minutes of Luke muttering lyrics and Alex drumming a set of silverware against the counter passed before Reggie managed to pluck up the courage to say, “thank you.” Luke looked up and smiled, Alex mimicking him.

“Of course Reg,” Luke said, giving him a half-shoulder hug. “Anything for you, you know that.” A mischievous smirk crossed Reggie’s face as he reached across the bar counter.

“Anything Luke? Swallow a spoonful of pure salt.” Reggie reached up and tipped the salt on top of Luke’s head. Reggie’s laughter sounded through the air as Luke tried to shake his head free of salt.

“ You absolute shit,” Luke cursed, “my hair is my best feature!” Alex just laughed at Luke’s suffering with Reggie.

“Hey man, at least he didn’t touch your songbook,” Alex pointed out. Reggie’s eyes darted down at the book in question. Luke snagged it off the table and stuffed it back into his bag before he had a chance to do anything.

“You want to start a prank war, you’ve got one.” Luke said, and Reggie suddenly felt like he started something he wouldn’t be able to finish.

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lilhemmo · 6 years ago

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24 & 70 w/ sweet pea

24: soulmate au70: locked in a room

a/n: so i’ve been wanting to write a bodyguard au and this just so happens to work out so here it is! and this is a fem!reader just because sp will specifically say “ma’am” repeatedly for, y’know, professionalism’s sake ;)

trigger warnings: violence, blood, guns, knives

“Ma’am.”

“You’re overreacting, just chill out. My father didn’t even have to send you.”

“Ma’am.”

“Seriously, this is fine! It’s just a club.”

“Ma’am.”

“What!?” you turn on your heels, scrunching up your nose in annoyance.

Sweet Pea opens the door for you, rather begrudgingly, “Please be safe.”

You laugh, the smell of alcohol and lost inhibitions wafting through the air, “That’s what I have you for, babe.”

You barely have time to gauge his reaction before you’re pushing through the crowd and making your way to the bar. Veronica wasn’t kidding when she said she was going to start buying up real estate all over Riverdale. Your father and Hiram were business partners at one time, but ever since Mr. Lodge was carted away to prison, you’ve been doing the business on your father’s behalf.

“Ronnie!” you squeal, launching yourself across the bar to hug her around the neck. “Girl, you will not believe. My father made me bring my bodyguard.”

Veronica smirks, watching as the man trying so hard to act casual sweeps the area with his eyes. She bites her lip before turning her attention back to you, “Honey, he picked the hottest bodyguard after Reginald. What’s his name?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, tapping the bar to request a drink. “He’s been hanging around for months, training or something. I just like to ruffle his feathers. Calling him ‘babe’ really pisses him off.”

“You’re a mess,” Ronnie rolls her eyes, “I’m going to check on Reggie. Of course everything is on the house. We’ll talk business later?”

You nod, pulling the straw between your lips and sipping on your drink concoction. Thank god the bartender knows your regular.

“Ma’am,” your bodyguard steps into your side, alerting you to his presence.

You chuckle and swirl your drink, “Any threats detected, sir?”

He sweeps his dark eyes over the dance floor before turning his attention back to you, “Probably a couple of perverts hovering near the ladies room. Other than that, nothing to report.”

“Perverts by the ladies room is just another Saturday night,” you smirk, setting your drink down on the counter. You sit with your back to the bar and you can tell that makes him nervous. He leans over and picks up your drink before anyone can come near it.

“If you hold it, it’ll get hot,” you whine emphatically. “Just put it on the counter, everyone knows me here.”

“Which is exactly why your father hired me,” he speaks curtly. “I won’t keep my job if you get your drink roofied.”

You shake your head and narrow your eyes, “My father is cowering in some penthouse hideaway, so I don’t currently take orders from him. I can’t believe I even let you follow me around the past few months.”

“Unfortunately, I’m not hired to be your friend,” he deadpans, handing your drink back to you. “I’m hired to keep you safe. Whether you like it or not.”

You gulp down the rest of your drink and slam the glass back on the counter, wiping your lip with the back of your hand. You go to speak, but he’s infuriating you past the point of speech, so you stalk off into the crowd to find someone to dance with.

six months later

“Get down!” he shouts, pushing you behind the kitchen table. He hands you a kitchen knife and your key ring that has pepper spray attached, “Ma’am, I’m going to take care of this, so stay put and be quiet.”

“Wait,” you whisper, grabbing him by the shoulder. “What’s your name?”

He pants, his eyes darting from you to the door, “Uh, it’s Sweet Pea, ma’am.”

“Okay,” you nod, releasing his shirt, “I-I just thought I should know in case I, y’know, die or something.”

Sweet Pea smiles sadly, pushing a lock of sweaty hair away from your face, “You’re not dying today, ma’am. Just stay put, I’ll keep you safe.”

He’s gone before you have the chance to say anything else. You clutch your pepper spray to your chest and the knife wavers in your hand, so you hold it tighter, so tight that your knuckles turn white. You swallow and tears leak down your cheeks, burning your skin as you try to keep whimpers from escaping your lungs.

It feels like an eternity, gun fire and screaming and explosions echoing in the rooms adjacent to your own. You flinch with every loud noise, afraid that it might be the last thing you hear before you die. Your hand goes numb from clutching the kitchen knife, but it makes you feel safe so you don’t dare to let it go.

Then everything goes quiet.

The only thing you can hear is your own breath rattling around in your lungs. You try to watch for shadows against the walls, wondering if you’ll be taken by the men who threaten your home.

Your name is called by a familiar voice and you find tears streaming freely down your cheeks and a sob breaks your lips open. Sweet Pea turns the corner and he catches your body as it sags, the knife clattering from your hands to the kitchen tile floor.

“You’re okay, ma’am,” he murmurs into your hair as you cry into his shirt. You wilt against his body, but he holds you up with his arms around your shoulders.

You shake your head against his chest, swallowing the growing lump in your throat. You go to speak, but you’re interrupted by your whole body leaving the ground. Clutching his shirt further, you realize that Sweet Pea has pulled you off the ground and started to carry you out of the house.

“I’ll take care of everything,” he tells you as he settles you in the back seat of his black SUV. “Just sleep. We’ll be home soon.”

You’re sure that you’ll never be able to sleep again in your lifetime, but as soon as the car starts and the hum of the engine vibrates your body, you find yourself lulled to sleep.

two months later

“I never believed in soulmates until I met Sweet Pea,” Toni chuckles, tipping her beer back against her lips. She smirks over at you, “I never knew he would be so different after he joined the force. He came back a different person, but I’m starting to see his old self come back again. Even just in glimpses.”

You can’t help but let your eyes wander to the parking lot where you know a familiar SUV is parked, watching your every move and making sure that you won’t come into any sort of harm. Your heart warms at the thought of it.

It’s difficult to even think about soulmates with the past few months you’ve had, but you know that the mark on your hand means that you have one. A flower that curls around your wrist and up your forearm means that you’re destined to have a life partner, one made perfectly for you.

“I doubt Sweet Pea has the mark,” you tell her, mouth against the rim of your glass. You force a smile onto your face, “Besides, I’m not in the line of work to have a soulmate. Too many casualties since my father went to prison.”

Toni shakes her head, “I think you’d be surprised what you’d find if you stripped him of a few pieces of clothing.”

Your cheeks burn red, but you can’t find it in you to respond.

Later that night, when Sweet Pea is doing a final sweep of your home, you reach out and grab him by the sleeve.

“Please,” you find yourself speaking weakly, tears threatening to fall. “Stay.”

You can see that he wants to object, but he raises his hand to press against the earpiece lodged on his left side and he mutters a few lines of code you can’t seem to understand. He nods to someone outside and then pulls the piece from his ear and takes you by the hand.

“Whatever you need, ma’am,” he tells you, allowing you to grasp him by the waist and pull him into your body. His warmth provides you with some sort of solace that you cannot explain no matter how hard you try.

“Thank you,” you whimper into his shirt. You swallow the lump in your throat and throw away any inhibition about the tears that are soaking his clothes.

Somehow you convince him to crawl into your bed, and the sound of his pistol clunking into the bedside drawer gives you some semblance of safety. It’s not your fault that he’s tall and quiet and intimidating, but all of those things rolled into this one man’s body make you feel at home.

four months later

You just wanted to test out your new panic room, that’s all. You just needed to learn how to close the doors and operate the cameras. It’s not your fault that there was a bug in the system from the company who installed it, and now you have to wait until someone from that very company can come to bail you out.

Oh well, at least you have some company.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, I failed,” Sweet Pea apologizes as he paces the small space. He shakes his head and the veins on his arms and neck and forehead stress against his skin. He sighs, “I shouldn’t have let this happen.”

You intercept him and brush your hand over his cheek, forcing him to look at you, “Sweets, it’s okay. It was an accident.”

“I’m the head of your security team,” he grunts, trying to keep his cool with you so close. “I should be smarter than this.”

You try not to laugh as to not further damage his ego. Instead, you frame his face with both palms, “You’re the head of my security team because I trust you with my life. Nobody could have predicted a malfunction with the safe, and there’s no reason to go all James Bond on the situation because we have an alternative way out and we’re not currently in danger.”

Sweet Pea shrinks a little into your touch, the metaphorical weights sliding off of his shoulders and allowing him a moment to breathe. He looks you in the eyes, “I appreciate the sentiment, ma’am, and the hesitation to scold me.”

“I can scold you if you like,” you wink, dropping your hands back to cross your arms over your chest. “If that’s what you’re into.”

It’s only there for a fleeting moment, but Sweet Pea’s eyes and skin betray him as his cheeks burn pink and his eyes travel to your lips.

You reach across and tug on his gloved hand, “Do you ever take these off?”

“They help my grip,” he explains, “so I only take them off when I sleep.”

You bite your lip, contemplating how to see if he has the soul mark to match your own. You’ve felt a connection to this man for a while now, but you were only ever able to explain it to yourself as the connection you feel when you lay your life in someone else’s hands.

“I want to see your wrist.”

You settle for direct.

He blanches, eyes wide and mouth drawn open. Sweet Pea swallows, his throat bobbing, but he reaches for his glove anyway. He must know what you’re talking about, because he reaches for the exact hand you had in question. If it has what you think it has written over it, he will be your exact match.

“Wait,” you order, grabbing him by the hand.

Sweet Pea halts, eyes open as he stares down at you. You gently drag one palm up his torso to card into the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging him downward to meet you halfway as you stand to your toes.

“I want to do this before I know,” you tell him, your lips a ghost against his. He does not struggle or pull away, and so you push yourself the rest of the way until your mouth is flush with his.

It takes him a moment to respond, but his arms rest at your waist and he tugs you as close as he can, abdomens completely in line with one another. His lips are tangled with yours, slotted perfectly, just as you assumed they would be. His mouth is warm and tastes of cinnamon, just like the gum he constantly chews throughout the day. You wonder what you taste like to him, but you haven’t got another moment to care when he bites down on your lower lip and hooks his hands under your knees.

Sweet Pea hoists you onto the small counter in the tiny panic room, resting his body between your knees and never breaking the connection of your lips. A small groan emits from the back of his throat and now you’re dying to know if he is your match, your soulmate.

You break apart, hair mussed and lips bright red. You can’t help the giggle that tugs open your mouth, but you force yourself to redirect your attention to his wrist.

“I didn’t want it to be just because we were meant to be,” you tell him as your hand hovers over his glove. You slide your index finger under the lip of the material, feeling his pulse quicken under your touch. “I had to let you know that I wanted this before I know.”

He nods, a heady breath shaking his lungs, “I-I wanted it to. But I already know.”

You remove his glove, and there, wrapped around his wrist, is a beautiful flower with petals to match your own.

a/n: whew, that was a long one! hope you liked it, anon! feel free to request more!! :)

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rafaelswaithe-archived · 6 years ago

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Good Enough

Summary: Requested by anonymous, Sweet Pea with a plus sized reader with anxiety. Warnings: Anxiety, self deprecating speech, mild panic attack Pairing: Sweet Pea (Riverdale) x Reader Word Count: 1915 Rating: T

A smile played on your lips as you listened to the story that Sweet Pea told, sitting across from him in your booth at Pop’s. He was talking about something that had happened with him and Fangs earlier that day, speaking in an animated motion as he retold it all.

You giggled softly, shaking your head at him. Despite his hard exterior and bad boy reputation, once you had got to know him, he never failed to make you laughed, and you were so thankful to whatever higher power it was that had brought him to you.

You loved Sweet Pea more than anyone else in the world. In a short amount of time, he’d become your person. Half of your whole. If there was anyone who could talk you down and bring you back from the edge when you were having a hard time, it was him. You were totally and completely in awe of him and just how good he always managed to make you feel.

As he finished his story, he smiled wide, his fingers playing with yours over the table as you waited for your food. Seemingly on cue, your server came and dropped off your milkshakes and fries moments later. You removed the paper from one end of your straw, bringing it to your lips and blowing into it. With the puff of air, the paper flew off of the straw and across the table, hitting Sweet Pea between the eyes, causing you to giggle.

He narrowed his eyes playfully at you, unwrapping his own straw. Rolling the paper between his fingers, he playfully flicked it at you. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he teased you, giving you a little smirk.

You giggled again, shaking your head. Sticking your straw into your milkshake, you took a long sip from it before grabbing a few fries. You dipped one into your milkshake, eyes scanning the diner as you heard some laughter and commotion coming from the opposite corner.

Your eyes locked onto the source of all of the noise after a moment — Reggie Mantle and Chuck Clayton. You took the fry that you’d previously dipped into your milkshake into your mouth as they laughed at something over at their table.

They’re laughing at you.

It didn’t make any sense, sure. It was way more likely that the guys were laughing at something amongst themselves. Who’s to say that they had even noticed you were there? Still, you felt a slight sinking feeling in your stomach as you continued to look in their direction, Chuck’s eyes eventually moving across the diner and catching yours, a smirk spreading over his features as he caught you staring.

It wouldn’t have been the first time that you had been laughed at for the way you looked. Even in the current times with so many advocates for body positivity, it was still hard at times to see yourself as anything except the horrible names that you’d been called.

“Y/N,” you heard Sweet Pea calling, hand waving as he tried to catch your attention, finally bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I zoned out a little.”

“I’d say so,” he said, letting out a little laugh. “Did you hear anything that I just said?”

Shaking your head, you gave him an apologetic smile, waiting for him to repeat himself.

“I was saying that me, Fangs and Toni were thinking about going to Sweetwater River to swim this weekend. Did you want to come with?” he asked, tilting his head curiously.

You bit down on your lip in the center, thinking it over. It wouldn’t be the first time that Sweet Pea had seen you in that little amount of clothing — he’d actually seen you in nothing at all. Still, you’d be somewhat publicly wearing a swimsuit, and that made you nervous.

“Can I think about it and let you know?” you asked him, shifting a bit nervously.

Sweet Pea squeezed your hand, giving you a little smile, “Of course, princess. Just let me know by that day and we can ride together.”

“Okay,” you nodded, returning his small smile.

You hated the way that you’d allowed Chuck and his group of friends laughing to make you feel self-conscious. You knew deep down that their laughter had nothing to do with you, but you hadn’t quite managed to convinced the little voices inside your head of the same thing.

You went back to eating your fries, dipping another into your milkshake every now and then, enjoying the mix of sweet and salty flavors. At one point, Sweet Pea even took a fry of his own and dipped it into your shake, causing you to smile over at him.

As time went on, you continued to hear Chuck and Reggie’s group laughing loudly. You turned your eyes down toward the table, trying to block it all out. Still, the harder that you tried to block the laughter out, the louder it seemed to ring in your ears.

Your heart beat sped up, breathing becoming a bit more labored as you fought to keep yourself from panicking, pushing your basket of fries away from you.

“Babe? You okay?” Sweet Pea asked, seeing the expression on your features and the way you’d pushed your unfinished food away. “Are you feeling sick?”

Concern was evident on his face, and instead of responding, you just nodded, letting out a little whimper as embarrassment coursed through you. You ducked your head down a bit, resting your elbows on the table and covering your face with your hands.

“Okay, hold on for me just a minute. I’ll get the check and we can go,” he spoke, pushing up from the booth and moving toward the counter.

Once Sweet Pea stood and moved toward the counter, there wasn’t anything to distract you from the laughter that seemed to continuously pour from Chuck and Reggie, your breathing becoming more labored and more erratic.

They’re laughing at you. They think you’re a slob, and now you’re freaking out about it. You’re such a headcase.

The thoughts swirled maliciously around your head, and you tore yourself from the booth, darting outside. Once you were out of the diner, your back pressed against the brick wall, leaning down to put your hands against your knees as you tried to catch your breath. Soon, you had started pacing.

Sweet Pea’s still in the diner. He knows what they think. He agrees. You don’t deserve him.

You whimpered as you fought to catch your breath, pushing your hair back from your face as tears stained your cheeks.

It was at that time that Sweet Pea walked out of the diner, grabbing you by the arms to still you. “Y/N? Talk to me… baby, breathe,” he instructed, trying to talk you down.

You started to try and do as he said, hands resting on his sides as he gripped your arms. Your fingers gripped his jacket, clinging to him tightly.

Pulling you into his arms, Sweet Pea’s confusion was that much more evident as you let out a single sob, fingers gripping his jacket for dear life. “Hey… hey, Y/N, it’s okay. I’ve got you… I’ve got you.”

Your eyes closed, forehead resting against his shoulder. As he held onto you, you slowly began to come down from your panic, though you continued to hold onto him, not ready to let him go just yet.

Sweet Pea’s hand stroked over your hair as he continued to whisper reassurances against your ear, and letting out a shaky breath, you finally found it within yourself to pull away, looking up at him.

His thumbs moved to gently wipe the tears from your eyes, and you could see just how confused and worried that he was for you. “Are you okay?” he asked, head tilting a bit.

Your hands rested against his chest, keeping him close, but still at a safe distance as you looked up at him. “Why do you like me?” you questioned him.

His brow furrowed and he looked at you curiously, “What?”

“Why do you like me?” you repeated.

Sweet Pea frowned softly, unsure of what your motive here was. Minutes ago, things were going great, but now it seemed the atmosphere had shifted. “I don’t know… everything? You’re smart, and funny. You get along with my friends, and you don’t judge us for who we are or the life that we lead.”

You nodded slowly. All of that was nice, but none of that included anything about your looks. You could feel your heart sink a bit as you bit down on the inside of your cheek. “Anything else?” you pressed.

His eyes narrowed with confusion, “Y/N, what is this about?” he asked.

“I just want to know. Why date the fat and ugly unpopular girl when you can get basically any girl you want? You could do so much better,” you shrugged.

“Babe…” he started shaking his head. “First of all, you’re not fat. Are you skinny? No, but that doesn’t mean you’re fat. Thick, full-figured, curvy, yeah. But, I would never think of you as fat.”

“Also, don’t you for one minute let yourself think that you’re ugly. You are the most beautiful girl that I know, whether you believe it or not. The other girls that you’re talking about? They’re not for me. They don’t even come close to you,” he spoke.

You shook your head, wiping at your eyes, “Pea, you could have so much better.”

Sweet Pea shook his head stubbornly, “Are you not listening to me? I choose you. I want you. I love you.”

The words had slipped out before he had realized he said them, so as you stood in front of him, looking at him incredulously, he was a bit confused. It wasn’t until a moment later that he realized what he’d said. “Oh shit,” he murmured, though there was a hint of a smile on his lips and he let out a small laugh.

“That’s the first time you’ve ever told me that,” you spoke, voice soft as you looked up at him.

Sweet Pea nodded, biting down on his lip, “Yeah… I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. I — I wanted for it to be a little more special,” he shrugged.

You shook your head, stepping closer to him again. Standing on tip-toe, you wrapped your arms around his neck again, pulling him down into a kiss.

Sweet Pea returned the kiss with ease, his arms wrapping securely around you, holding you tightly. It was like you were cage in against him with nowhere to go, and somehow it made you feel that much more safe and secure than ever before.

Pulling your lips from his after a few moments, you breathed out and rested your forehead against his, hoping that this was all real. The last thing that you wanted was for this to all be a dream. Blinking a few times, you looked up at him, giving him a soft smile.

“I love you too,” you told him. “Thank you… for being so amazing to me.”

Sweet Pea smiled as you said that you loved him too, shaking his head as you thanked him. “You don’t have to thank me for that. It’s what you deserve. And if anyone ever gives you any shit, just let me know. No one fucks with my girl,” he told you, pulling you in for another kiss.

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mxdanni · 6 years ago

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Confess. Ethan x m!MC

.feat the crew. Still friendly with Landry but his 🐍 is showing

📍My male MC is called Dr Cheng Lee

Summary: the OH crew is at Donahue’s celebrating their one month of internship when a familiar face shows up at the bar.

“… and he walked in the same moment!” Bryce’s voice boomed across the bar. He stood up some time before, one hand to steady himself on the table, as he was gesturing with the other while telling another story. “Can you believe it?!”

Cheng guffawed and nearly spilt his drink. Or rather thought he would, and was surprised to find the shot glass empty when he took another sip. It was the six of them: Sienna, Jackie and him on one side of the table, and Bryce, Elijah and Landry across them.

“Imagine his face!” choked out Jackie between bursts of laughter.

Sienna just giggled in the corner of the sofa, and Landry shrugged but pulled a smile. Which, however, meant that the one looking at Cheng was none of his friends. The feeling came out of nowhere, yet Cheng did feel the fleeing gaze on the back of his head. So he stood up a little, wobbling, and whirled his head around. Perhaps, it was some random stranger? Cheng grinned and plummeted himself down onto the sofa. He has been laughing loudly after all, louder than his friends in fact.

Siena, sitting just to his left, tugged on Cheng’s sleeve and leaned in. “You’re okay?”

“Yeah…” Cheng chuckled under his breath. “Just feeling so… so… mmm, light? Happy. Like nothing else matters, and I’m flying–“

“O-o-ow, look who’s already drunk,” teased Jackie to his right and poked his arm. “Too much for you to handle, tiny?”

“I’m 5’8, excuse you!”

“I am more calling you a baby,” pointed out Jackie and chugged another tequila shot. “And I’m taller.”

“Whatever…” muttered Cheng, waved dramatically and rolled his eyes. “I’m still happy we made it through our first month of residency in one piece.” With the corner of his eye, he noticed Landry shake his head but Cheng wasn’t sure what the other meant by it. Instead, back came the tingly feeling at the back of his head as if somebody was looking Cheng’s way again.

“Alright– alright, this is a good one…” and Bryce started telling another story.

Cheng tried to pay attention, and yet that odd sensation persisted. He looked back, through the crowd and towards the bar…

“Hey, is that Dr Ramsey?” Cheng asked and turned back to his friends. As Bryce crossed his arms and gave him a look, Cheng added, “Sorry to interrupt. Got curious, and I don’t see that well.”

All heads turned to where Cheng pointed, and Sienna crawled up onto the seat on her knees and reached over the sofa’s back.

“Yeah, that’s him.” She nodded.

“Wonder what he’s doing here,” mused Elijah.

Landry muffled a yelp and hunched his shoulders as he squeezed himself further into the other sofa’s corner. There was something too weird about how much of a fan of Dr Ramsey’s he was, but Cheng never considered it. The mere idea of Dr Ramsey would drive him mad just but a week ago. And now–

“Drinking? Obviously.” Jackie grabbed another shot from their table, then patted Cheng on the shoulder. “I’m letting you off one round. Who’s not a baby?”

Cheng grimaced at her. Or tried to, he wasn’t sure, not with all thoughts whirling inside his head. Dr Ethan Ramsey was looking their way before, and Cheng didn’t mind it. He couldn’t even remember disliking the man anymore.

“Must be the alcohol talking,” thought Cheng, grabbed a shot and chugged it down the next moment.

“Now you’re talking!” exclaimed Jackie while Bryce whistled.

“I’m going to say hi,” announced Cheng, slammed the shot glass on the table and tried to squeeze out from his place.

“Say hi to who?” Elijah asked, and Bryce nodded at the bar. “Oh.”

“You sure about it?” Sienna grabbed Cheng by his sleeve. “You are not really in a…” she traced off, “The best state to talk to him.”

It was Jackie who tugged Sienna’s hand away. She even held Sienna’s wrist for some time and shoved Cheng further and past herself.

“Don’t go yelling at the man how much you hate him–” noticed Bryce.

“Do just that!” Interrupted Jackie and nudged Cheng as he wobbled back to their table. “I’d love a show. What? I didn’t spend a month listening to that for nothing!”

“You’ll get Cheng extra shifts. Or worse,” whispered Elijah but Cheng was already on his way towards the bar.

Donahue’s was packed, his head was spinning, and the humming music seemed to cloud his senses. Still, Cheng somehow made it to the bar – even though that involved him falling out from the crowd towards the counter.

Cheng steadied himself on the chair next to Dr Ramsey.

“Dr Lee,” came the curt greeting. “Weren’t you having fun with your friends?” grumbled the other, which somehow made Cheng’s smile wider. Or sillier.

“Just came here to say hi.” Cheng looked up, then decided he’d better climb out the seat. “So… Dr Ramsey, hi.” And Cheng waved. He has to quint to make out Dr Ramsey’s face, and that expression was odd. Either confused and frowning or stuck in-between understanding and… a little amused?

“Careful.” His hand was on Cheng’s shoulder for a mere second. A firm hold to stop him from tumbling to the other side, as Dr Ramsey pulled Cheng up to sit straight. “Are you sure you’d rather sit with me than your friends?”

Cheng didn’t answer, he focused on the empty glass on the counter instead. Thinking over a few options, he would glance up at Dr Ramsey several times.

“You… drink scotch, right?”

“Among other things.” Dr Ramsey shrugged and pretended to ignore Cheng. Although Cheng was sure he felt the same gaze on himself again, Dr Ramsey was surely watching him from the corner of his eye.

“Two scotches, please,” called Cheng to the bartender. There was something about a frown, which passed Dr Ramsey��s face, that made Cheng add, “Neat.” Oh. Now he got it right.

“Something on your mind?”

Cheng jumped at the thought that him staring at Dr Ramsey was too obvious. So he blurted, “No, sorry. Took my lenses off, that’s the only way to see you better than a blurry mass.”

“Uh-huh.”

Could have gone better. Luckily, the conversation went smoother with the two drinks placed in front of them. They talked about the hospital and some patient, Cheng found his attention slipping. It was surprisingly nice to talk to Dr Ramsey. The usual frown and commanding tone were gone, and the other doctor generally seemed a more pleasant company to have than ever before. Cheng couldn’t place it, he couldn’t wrap his mind around the whole thing. Maybe, Sienna was right when she suggested that Cheng was seeing the wrong in Dr Ramsey because he wanted him to be the worst. Admitting that thought to himself made Cheng cringe, there were still the times Dr Ramsey acted like a complete rude jerk. Cheng mostly blamed the alcohol for not disliking the man anymore.

“Two specials,” said the bartender, placed two glasses on the counter and, with a wink, pushed the drinks towards them. “On the house, Ethan.”

“Thanks, Reggie.”

Cheng looked from the bartender, he smirked and left, to Dr Ramsey. “You are on the first names terms with the bartender?”

“I come here often. Reggie’s an old friend.”

“After work? So nobody waiting at home, huh?” Cheng felt his breath hitch. The look Dr Ramsey gave him… A frown, a half-scowl: there was something else to it. Perhaps it was the dangerous, interested glint in his eyes, or was that the bar’s lights playing a trick on him? Cheng didn’t see that well without his lenses or glasses after all. “Never mind. Have no idea where that came from.”

To save himself, Cheng snatched the glass from the bar counter and took a longer sip than usual. “Wow, that’s good. Like, really good.” Talk about smoothly changing the topic.

Dr Ramsey didn’t insist though. He didn’t smile, it was more of the corner of his lips curled a little. “I was meaning to ask.” Less than a half-smile. “Your first day.”

Cheng blinked. “What about it?”

“By the vending machine,” explained the other. “You told me I was the reason you went to med school.”

“You were.” Cheng shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t lie, just didn’t elaborate enough. Well.” It must have been the alcohol that got him talking. “When Cassie passed I was really mad at you for not being able to cure her. It seemed… okay, I did think at that time you gave up on her and that any other doctor would have saved her.” Cheng gestured but forgot what exactly he was trying to do the moment later. “So I decided to be that doctor, to prove you wrong. Ugh, you were the reason I went to med school, before that I wasn’t sure who I wanted to be. Then, I hated you so much I practically gobbled up two years of studying in one summer, took the exams and, well, entered.”

“That’s not very healthy.” Did Dr Ramsey really smile? For a fleeting second, Cheng thought he was.

“Look who’s talking,” Cheng grumbled. He heard Dr Ramsey chuckle and that honest, hearty sound threw him off guard. His focus snapped, Cheng wobbled to the side and frantically reached out to catch himself on something.

“Uh.”

Which happened to be Dr Ramsey’s arm. The other tensed under the touch, and his eyebrows shoot up – but Cheng…? He ended up somehow caught in-between glancing up at Dr Ramsey’s rigid expression to where his fingers were digging into the doctor’s arm.

“Erm. Sorry.” Finally, Cheng could uncurl his fingers and jerked back. Knocked into his chair, nearly tumbled to the floor again and yet kept himself on his feet. “I don't hate you anymore,” Cheng blurted and, this time carefully stepped further from Dr Ramsey. “Well, I don't really hate you anymore. In fact, I can’t seem to remember why I even disliked you that much.”

“So you still dislike be but less?”

Cheng flushed. There was no way the Dr Ramsey would smirk at him like that. Clearly, they both had too much to drink, right?

“See you around Dr Ramsey,” Cheng exclaimed and darted into the crowd before he could say anything more embarrassing.

Ethan watched the intern struggle to keep on his feet, then squeeze through the crowd towards his friends. He watched his back, his every move even though his mind kept telling him to look away.

“That’s a start. He dislikes me less,” Ethan mused, his fingers curling around the now empty glass. “Is it even a good thing, rookie?” He couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Rookie’s friends met him with a cheer. Ethan saw Dr Trinh hug Cheng, then help him sit down next to her. Another intern, the one that always freaked out or ran off when he saw Ethan so Ethan couldn’t remember his name… that one curled himself in the corner. Then there was also was Dr Greene and–

“Where is our show?” Dr Varma, right. She complained the loudest so Ethan could hear her exact words even across the bar.

“That’s one you nicknamed, wasn’t it?” Reggie’s voice caught Ethan off guard and he abruptly turned around. “Rookie.” Reggie smirked. “You have it bad.”

“No, I– how did you even know about that?”

“Naveen told me to keep an eye on you. Come on, relax, I’m joking.”

Ah. Ethan’s eye twitched. He glared at chuckling Reggie and but also wondered just why his mentor thought Ethan was that easy to read. There was nothing remotely romantic in his intentions towards Dr Lee. Couldn’t convince Naveen though, and now he also has Reggie nagging him about it.

But nicknaming rookie was so an unfortunate accident for his cause.

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When Push Comes To Shove (p. 1 & p. 2)

He Wasn’t Meant to Hear

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hardyimagines · 6 years ago

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Comfort

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HIIIIIIIII!!!!! I was wondering if you could do a Ronnie Kray x Reader, where the reader goes to the club after a bad day and Ron just lets her sit in his lap and holds her and everyone’s surprised, even Reggie cause Ron never told him about reader? If it doesn’t work or you’re busy, I totally understand, just wanted to throw that out there!! Hope you’re having a fantastic week!! ❤️ — ANONYMOUS

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“You can’t be serious?” Your question was breathy, directed toward your boss — ex-boss. “I’ve been here for two years.” The floor beneath your torn shoes was cold. You felt as if you could feel the iciness through the broken bottoms of your sneakers. You stood still as the man’s green eyes raked along your form, studying your appearance. You didn’t own the nicest clothes and you didn’t exactly have time to do much else to your hair apart from a messy bun. “Please, I can’t lose this job.” On top of the counter sat a mountain of unwrapped bread, ready to be properly stored away in its appropriate position. It was your next task. “You don’t dress the part, Y/N and you’ve been late this past week.” He uttered, staring down at the clipboard he held in his hand. “I’m sorry, but we’ve got other people who I’m sure will open on time and come in looking a bit more.. classy?” He moved to step around you, but your small hand fisted in his grey shirt, gripping the sleeve. “Wait, please. I’ve just moved across town, there’s so much traffic, I can’t help that.” The clothing part wasn’t your fault. You didn’t come from a rich family so it was difficult to afford new things.

“You’d find a way to make it here on time if this job was really important to you. Get the hell out. I don’t want anymore excuses.” His green eyes had never been colder as they darted between your own. He didn’t even give you a chance to respond before he physically pushed you toward the exit and out the door. The bell sounded, loud and alerting every customer in the store. Nobody said or did anything as you tumbled out and into the rain. Within seconds you were soaked. The harsh raindrops hit your skin relentlessly. It felt like needles. It was freezing out and since you were in your short sleeved top and an old skirt that no longer really fit you, that didn’t provide you with much warmth. Your hands fell to your sides, angrily pulling the fabric of your skirt down and into it’s appropriate position. It stayed in place for a moment before gliding back up and along your thighs.

You set off in the direction of the only place you ever felt any sense of comfort. You weren’t usually allowed in unless it was after hours and nobody else was around except for the man who was constantly seeking your attention. He’d made the rules very clear. You don’t come around unless the open sign that hung out front was switched off. Today you didn’t care. You’d just been fired and told that you weren’t efficient with your skill to tell time and your clothing wasn’t good enough. You felt as if you’d been insulted and beaten, but it was just because of how sensitive you were. Your clothing was drenched, clinging to every crevice of your body as you made your way along the empty pavement. Every few minutes someone would rush out of their home, umbrella clutched in their hand to protect their recently done hair from the rain’s ability to wreck it, and then scramble into their car. You didn’t have an umbrella and you sure as hell didn’t have a car.

The building at the end of the road was a club. It belonged to Reggie and Ron Kray. You couldn’t remember anymore how you and Ron had even come to be more than acquaintances, but you had. He was the only person that made you feel like you weren’t worthless. You knew, after he got over the anger of you coming to see him when the sun was out, that he’d tell you your job was pointless anyway. The pay wasn’t worth the harsh words your boss spat at you and if you really needed some sort of income, Ron would be there to help you out and maybe even offer you a job.

He loved you. He’d never said and would never say it, but he did. You could see the way his dilated pupils seemed to darken with a twinkle when he looked toward you. He wore a hard expression every second of everyday. You’d think the man was incapable of loving if you didn’t know him. Ron Kray, as terrifying as most people found him, was actually just your big teddy bear. In secrecy. You loved him too and you definitely didn’t need to verbally announce that. He knew it from the second the two of you had kissed. A kiss that did all the talking and said all the words that needed to be said.

Despite the fact that you both had serious feelings for one another, it would never work out. He was a dangerous man, and being with a gangster meant your life would be in danger and he would never risk that. It was why he’d made sure you understood that this.. thing was nothing more than just two people messing around. Since you were aware of his feelings, it was why you knew you could go to him since you were upset. If you meant nothing to him then he wouldn’t spend night after night, showing up at your house to share your bed. Most times it was for sex at first, but then he’d lay by your side and brush your locks away from your face, studying the peaceful expression that graced your features as you slept soundlessly. He’d admire his works, hickeys scattered along your neck and chest, staining you as his and his only. Yes, Ron Kray was more than just a one-night stand. Much much more than that. One day you’d be able to physically announce that, but only when you were sure that he wouldn’t push you away. You couldn’t handle any more rejection. Not in this lifetime.

Down the road, at the end of the street, the club sat. The word open was illuminated and you could hear music vibrating from the inside. It wasn’t as loud as usual, but it was raining and it was early. Most people that showed up at this time were regulars and they were just their for the alcohol, not the dancers or the music or the conversation. Just the liquor.

“Now you’re not playing fair, mate.” Reggie sighed heavily, his breathy exhale visible as a cloud of smoke accompanied his words. He lowered the cigarette that was pinched between two of his fingers, wobbling dangerously as he stared down at the cards in his other hand. His eyes were darkened with frustration because he was losing. Ron always managed to somehow flick through the cards when Reggie wasn’t looking and somehow miraculously take the lead. The lopsided smirk on Ron’s lips was enough confirmation for Reggie. His brother was definitely cheating, he just wasn’t sure how. “Wouldn’t be very fun to play if I were cheating, now would it, Reg?” The cluttered table shook beneath the heavy force of Reggie’s hands slapping the surface when Ron once again tossed a King down in the center. Empty beer bottles toppled over and cards that had already been discarded lifted with the gust of air that Reggie created. He rose, ready to shout, but the door to the club opened and the men turned their heads toward the intruder. They were open, but nobody had really come down here due to the weather. Reggie calmed instantly when he saw you.

You weren’t close to Reggie — but you knew him well enough to smile. The few times that you and Ron had been nearly caught in the midst of getting carried away, it had been by Reggie. The room was quiet then, the men who surrounded the twins were stuck staring at you. None of them really knew who you were. You weren’t business so they had no need knowing. “I’ll get rid of her boss-“ One of the the lads spoke up, but when Ron lifted his hand to cease any further movements, he was given a look of confusion from all men in the room, including his brother. Ron was staring at you, scrutinizing your expression intensely. You didn’t back away from his hard stare, you simply took a step forward, nearing the crowded table. Apart from the Krays and their posse, there were only a few gents at the bar, hunched over no doubt from the night before, sleeping off their headaches and intake of alcohol.

Reggie was eyeing you with a mild look of confusion. You were just the gal that worked down the road at the bakery. On occasion, he or Ron would stop by and order a few things for their mother, but that was the only time he saw you. Ron on the other hand, well, he stopped by for more than just the oven-baked treats. The floor beneath your sneakers was sticky and when you were close enough to reach the man in glasses who hadn’t torn his eyes away from you since you’d stepped foot in the club, he grabbed ahold of your arm. It wasn’t a harsh touch, just a firm one. His knees cracked as he stood. Beneath his thigh sat another entire deck of cards and Reggie, though he was curious as to why his brother was touching you, was shocked as Ron’s first secret was revealed. “Fucking cheeky bastard,” Reggie pointed toward the second deck. “right, you are a cheater.” Reggie’s words hit deaf ears. Ron read you like a book, enraptured in the sadness that floated in your gaze. It embarrassed you. How easily he could see through you.

All at once a wave of emotion flooded through you. Your glistening eyes filled with tears in seconds and after a few blinks, the salty droplets escaped. They didn’t get very far before Ron pulled you into his chest and guided your face into the fabric of his shirt. Your tears were absorbed by the soft cloth and the shakes and trembles that were growing more apparent were soothed by his fingers which ran along the back of your neck and through your hair. His lips moved to your ear, not daring to speak loud enough to where anyone else could hear. He was very aware of the silent men, all holding their breaths and not daring to budge for they were attempting to hear what Ron Kray had to say.

“Why’re you crying?” His voice was harsh and low, almost inaudible, but you’d heard him. You were tempted to speak against his body, but you knew the muffled words would irritate him if he didn’t hear you clearly the first time. Beating around the bush wouldn’t work either. If Ron was asking a question, he expected an answer, a simple one. You drew back and looked up at him, wet lashes fluttering as you lifted your hand to wipe at your red-rimmed eyes. “I lost my job.” You whispered breathily. You didn’t offer any further explanation and he didn’t pry it out of you. His hand slunk away from your neck and instead down to your back, dragging you further into his body. He could console you, whisper sweet little nothings against your ear and assure you that things would eventually get better, but he merely grunted in understanding. His fingers fell away from you so he could adjust his trousers, properly situating them on his waist before he lowered himself back down and on to the chair.

His finger lifted to usher you toward him, but his eyes were on Reggie’s. “Let’s finish this fucking game, Reg. I’m not cheating.” The man grumbled. You shyly stepped up to his side, unsure of where exactly he meant for you to go, but when he spread his legs a little further and ushered for you to sit down, you were sure you resembled a ripe tomato. Lowering yourself down and on to his lap, your fingers slid to his outer thighs, lazily brushing along them. You’d been in this position many times before, but it was never for a simple seat. You bit your cheek at your thoughts before closing your eyes and laying your head down on your folded arms. Leave it to Ron Kray to be able to fill your head with filthy thoughts without even doing anything. The man smirked. He loved the affect he had over you.

The twins continued to chat, neither of them bringing up the fact that Ron now had you sat upon his thighs. Reggie didn’t even bother pointing out that his brother was a sore sport for playing unfairly. He was too focused on the fact that Ron was holding you. There was a silent question in Reggie’s eyes, but neither of them addressed it. You shifted quietly, your eyes heavy from crying. You could hear the soft flicking from the cards when one of them would toss one down on the table. Reggie was winning now since Ron was unable to cheat. “I won, fair and square, mate.” Reggie announced, setting his deck down face up for all in the room to see. You lifted your head when Ron grasped ahold of your waist so he could hunch over and peer down at his brother’s winning hand. “I had you at the beginning.” Ron grumbled before dropping his hand of cards.

“You only had me cause you fucking cheated, yeah?” Reggie ushered toward the deck which still sat on the chair beneath Ron. His eyebrows lifted and several lines made themselves apparent across his forehead. “See that,” He ushered toward the deck. “that’s karma, innit?” Ron crinkled his nose before burying his hand in his pocket and dragging out some money. Tossing it across the table and toward his brother, he leaned back in his chair with a grumble of distaste. You were stiff on his lap, unsure of what exactly was.. welcomed. Could you lay your head on his shoulder and embrace him the way that you desperately wanted to, or were you meant to remain rigid, the only contact between your body and his being your ass on his thighs?

“Right then,” Ron spoke. “new game, someone else can take my place.” Reggie lifted his eyes to the pair of you, eyeing you under an inquisitive stare before he slid the cards toward Alfie. “Shuffle those, will you?” You didn’t dare look at Ron, not even when he placed his heavy hand on your thigh. The cool lining of his rings brushed along your bare leg and the cool temperature summoned goosebumps. Laying your small hands on your knees to provide some amount of warmth, you shyly turned your head toward his own, peering at him. He lifted his brows before moving his hand along your leg. Your hand ceased his large one when his fingertips grazed the edge of your skirt, daring to go further. You shook your head softly, eyes pleading. He obliged. If you wouldn’t have had a bad day though, he would’ve had his hand buried between your thighs. Looking back to the men, Ron barked loudly at the few who were staring. “Right, you lads seem to have a staring problem.” He grunted before beginning to rise. “I’m just gonna take her to the back so you boys stay in here.”

The man’s knuckles popped as he pressed on them. Finishing off the liquor on the table, he set his hand on your back and ushered you toward the door. “Go on.” He muttered. You didn’t hesitate. The floorboards beneath you continued to cling to your shoes, trying to halt you, but it didn’t do much other than create a squelching sound. Vanishing into the other half of the club, you heaved a gentle sigh of relief at the empty room. You just wanted to be alone with Ron anyway, so this was nice. Booths were scattered around and a bottle of wine rested on each table. This section of the club was only opened on busy nights, so thankfully, it probably wouldn’t be too lively due to the weather.

Ron set his glass down on the table before looking to his brother. “You know you’ve got a staring problem, haven’t you?” Reggie grunted lowly at Ron’s question before speaking up himself. His eyes fell to the cards in his hands. “What are you doing messing around with the lass? That’s the little baker from down the street, innit? You’re going to stir up a lot of problems, you know that, don’t you?” Ron exhaled in amusement. “Mh, tell me when trouble comes knocking, will you?” Looking toward the door, he adjusted his glasses before slipping through the gents and making his way toward the area where you were.

You’d sat yourself down at one of the booths, legs crossed and eyes low, fixated on your fiddling fingers. Ron released a noisy grumble as he lowered himself down at your side. Your bun was wet and loose and your clothes were stuck to your body. Ron’s suit was black so the outline of your wet form wasn’t visible from where you’d been sitting on him. He didn’t say anything as he pulled off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, but you knew he was doing his best to comfort you in the most nonchalant way. Your head turned toward his own, corners of your lips twitching upward. “Thank you.” You whispered softly. He didn’t offer a reply. He studied you though and that was all you could ask for. Most times he didn’t even look at people when conversing, so it meant a lot to you when he held eye contact.

“Do you really care that you lost your job?” He pressed a little now that the pair of you had a little privacy. His hand lifted to the frame of his glasses, pinching the lens briefly so he could adjust them. You shook your head. The man nodded once. “Well, I don’t know much about women, but you don’t cry for no reason, do you?” A small smile tickled your lips. Tucking your hands away beneath the table and in your lap, you leaned toward him. “If we bottle up our emotions we do, but that goes for men and women.” Your hand lifted to his cheek, stroking the smooth surface. Ron didn’t pull away from the tender touch. “Right.. why are you crying then if it’s not because you lost your job?” His dark eyes scanned your features, searching for any sign that you were about to lie to him, but he saw none. You were being truthful.

“My boss said I was showing up late too much and my clothing is..” You looked toward your attire. “Not exactly ideal.” Setting your hands on the table now, you stared down at your chipped nails. Ah, so it was the words that were said, not the job itself. “It’s a bakery.. and he expects me to wear a fancy blouse and a beautiful skirt, but I can’t afford that.. not even with the job.. the pay isn’t that amazing.” Ron slowly moved his hand to your back. “Yeah and what does that say, love? The job’s useless.” His fingers slid along the jacket of his you wore. He made a silent promise to himself that he’d buy you whatever the hell you wanted. He knew you’d never ask him, so he’d do it without request. “Things will get better.” He assured you before leaning in, ready to seal his words with a kiss. His lips were inches from your own and you couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your lips. Ron never kissed you unless it was because he was carried away during sex. Kissing seemed more passionate than sex in a way so when he lifted his free hand to your chin and tilted your head toward yours, your lungs deflated and your heart felt like it was running a race, hammering wildly against your ribs. His mouth fit so nicely against your own, you wondered if the pair of you were carved perfectly to mold together. His hand hooked beneath your thigh and you didn’t have much say when he smoothly lifted you into his lap. It was very comfortable, but even more so since the two of you were alone.

“I’m sorry I barged in.. I know you told me not to come to the club when others are around.” You whispered breathily against his lips before beginning to pull back. The man halted you from moving any further. A low sound of disapproval left his lips, disappointed that you hadn’t listened, but he shook his head at your silly apology. “You had a good reason.” His lips pressed together. “And now you can come whenever you’d like... so long as it’s not busy, I don’t want everyone in the fucking area to know that you’re with me.” His words caught you off guard, but you didn’t show your excitement. You simply nodded, biting back your smile so you could instead lean in and kiss him once more.

You didn’t believe in soulmates. But you did believe that Ron Kray was meant to be with you. No man had ever made you feel the way Ron did. He was so different than anyone you’d ever been with and he made you the happiest. Course, you were his little secret.. apart from Reggie and the other men that filled the club, but you liked the privacy and the fact that you had him all to yourself. Ron wasn’t good with words, but he was good at kissing away the annoying feelings that scattered throughout your chest. Your arms wound around his shoulders and your lips moved in time with his own. One day, whether it was was tomorrow or next week or even next month, one day, you would tell the gangster in your arms how much he really meant to you and you’d voice that you wanted him all to yourself, but for now, you were happy with just being his little secret.

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winter’s coming, soon after summer → rc cola

TAGGING → @rocketpowerreg @nicoladerocha TIME → Saturday, 9/7 Mid-afternoon LOCATION → Reagan’s floral shop NOTES → The one where Nicola and Reggie try to be civil with each other only for Nicola to accidentally reveal to Reggie that her closeted ex from North Carolina was a homophobic, cheating bully AUTHOR’S NOTES → Remember when Nicola yelled at Reggie last summer? This is worse and she wasn’t even trying to hurt Reggie this time

REGGIE CLIFFTON

"Mom, I'm good. Really. Promise-- don't worry about me." Reggie muttered into her phone, walking the streets of New York City with a skateboard under arm rather than under her feet, "Yeah, yeah, I know you still will, but don't. Love you, too." And with that, the call ended. While Reggie had had a rough couple of days in her head, she had thought going out and wandering the streets would help. It hadn’t , so the conversation had been a welcome distraction as Reggie aimlessly wandered sidewalk to sidewalk. Though now that she was off the phone, she was taking in the surroundings and recognizing she was by Raegan's flower shop. Rather than just go home she decided it was better to find another distraction. Her first instinct was to go to the shop and see if Rae needed an extra set of hands. But then she remembered the cook book they had talked about Raegan mentioned her shop sold and figured now was as good a time as any to thumb through it. Cooking had become a bigger escape for Reggie as of late. While she couldn't get herself past the mental blockade to get herself to be as physically active as before, at least her culinary skills were getting honed in on. With the anniversary of her injury recently passing, Reg was trying to have her mind be focused on doing something nice for her old soccer team rather than think about the day that completely ended her soccer career. That also had to be a good sign... right?

"Hey, anybody home? Paying customer coming in, so if you're fucking in the back it's time to come out." Reggie announced, expecting to see the usual suspect of Raegan behind the counter, and potentially Matt coming from under it.

NICOLA DE ROCHA

While working in Reagan’s flower shop wasn’t exactly the job Nicola envisioned herself having post grad, she was so incredibly thankful for it. April offered her a spot behind the counter at ACup, but Nicola didn’t dare tell her even the espresso machine looked intimidating. Sure, she wasn’t exactly built for customer service, but she really shone when she was free to arrange the flowers. What could she say? Aesthetics were her thing.

As soon as she heard another voice never the shop, Nicola dropped her phone, as if she wasn’t just scrolling through Instagram and made herself look busy. Her brows knit together as it was Reggie who entered the shop instead of Reagan, “Ew, don’t be vile, Cliffton... the rumored ‘brothel’ is the next block over,” Nicola teased as she occupied herself cutting ribbon like she was supposed to be doing in the first place.

“What are you doing he— “What brings you in today?” She asked giving herself a major pat on the back for those seamless customer service skills.

REGGIE CLIFFTON

The moment there was a note for Reggie to be less... well, herself, she knew she wasn't running into the redhead she was thinking would be there. Instead, it was the brunette with a bite and a constant thorn in her side Nicola De Rocha. While unexpected, the amused smirk on her face showed it wasn't unwelcomed to see her. Especially in a rubber apron and with dirt potentially under her nails. It was satisfying, albeit, strange, "Nice save, De Rocha," Reggie teased, approaching the counter and turning on her heel to rest her back against it, "if I hadn't grown up knowing what neighborhood you lived in, I might have just figure this was your first job, not your first time living upon the working class." While Reggie didn't know all the details of what happened, she had come by Raegan's shop enough to of known the financial situation of Nicola had changed. Reggie wasn't the type to judge things like that, especially because in truth, she thought pretty fondly of Nicola. They came from different parts of the same state, and had been background players in each other's and Spencer's lives. Having that relationship change into something more of its own entity was also welcomed by Reggie. Her attention scanned over the shop, taking in all the various flowers, gardening supplies, and products that were currently on sale.

"I wanted to check out this cook book Raegan said she had in stock. It looks like things have gotten a little rearranged since the last time I was here," her head turned and eyes landed on Nicola with a knowing smiling, "I'm gonna take a wild guess you had a hand in making that happen, didn't you? When you can't change outfits as much, you might as well change shop." Laying it on thick was practically Regina's specialty, but she liked to think the both of them had thick enough skin and a complicated enough history that all the teasing was assumed to be from a good place. Usually.

NICOLA DE ROCHA

Nicola served an exaggerated eye roll as Reggie spoke next, but chose not to reply. Maybe this was some sort of karmic revenge on Nicola. She was known for making biting remarks concerning the neighborhood Reggie grew up in back In North Carolina after all. Even before Nicola’s financial situation changed her eyes were peeled open to her born privilege. It wasn’t lost on her that even now as she needed to work for a paycheck at a day job, her parents would bail her out it it really came down to it. Being cut off started a point of contention between Nicola and Emilio de Rocha, and Nicola wanted to prove she didn’t need Daddy’s credit cards to make it in New York.

“Yes, I did have a hand in this, in fact I did it just to annoy you,” Nicola teased as she made her way from behind the counter. As much as she wanted to leave Reggie to find the item herself, she figured she might as well make herself useful. While potentially earn back some karmic points from all the times she made digs at Reggie’s expense.

“I believe you’ll find what you’re looking for in the newly reorganized kitchen goods section,” she offered doing her best Vanna White impression as she showed off the section of books.

REGGIE CLIFFTON

There was no denying that Nicola had a personality to her. Even when she was having to adjust to a world she used to look down on people for being part of, Reggie couldn't help but notice she kept her sharp wit and graceful elegance as if nothing changed at all. It was impressive as hell, but mostly, it was entertaining to lay witness to, "Oh ho ho, how fancy this place has become," Reggie pointed out playful exaggeration, pushing off the counter to make her way towards the designated section and bowing her head in polite thanks as she neared Nicola, "I'd say I'd like to buy a vowel, or maybe a book, but Lane seems to insist on having a 'people don't actually pay for things' policy." Reggie joked, knowing there was a a glimmer of truth to the statement.

Her eyes darted to the shelf, skimming cover to cover until they landed on the book in question. Or the one she assumed it was-- there would at least be some recipe she could use most likely, "It must be weird working for someone who's loaded. And someone like Raegan-- she's kind of like the nice version of the people from Wilmington. Which it makes sense that people like her weren't actually in it. The place might’ve been too bearable that way." Reggie glanced up and winked at Nicola. Sure, she did mostly mean the statement, but it wasn't meant to be a dig at the girl herself. In the past it might have been, but not anymore. Somehow, Reggie was sure she knew what she meant now that Nicola's horizons had broadened beyond that of their county lines and parents bank accounts.

NICOLA DE ROCHA

Not even Nicola could pretend like she could take any credit for Reagan’s shop being as elegant as it was. She was simply given the creative space to make adjustments if it suited the aesthetic. The changes could potentially catch fresh eyes and draw in new customers, maybe those business classes would be a total waste after all! “I have noticed she runs her business like a Salvation Army, but it’s kind of sweet,” Nicola shrugged before adjusting one of the nearby bouquets. “I mean it’s a terrible business model, but something tells me Reagan isn’t in this for the money.”

Nicola wanted to take offense to the comment made about the people from her hometown, but Reggie was kind of right. Most of the people back in Wilmington were at best snobs and she chose not to think about what they were like at their worst. “I want to argue with you but I’m constantly reminded that Spencer’s parents are Wilmington’s exception not the rule. You should see what my old social circle is up to,” she added with an eye roll, this one surprisingly not in Reggie’s direction. “They are all collectively turning into the worst kind of people."

REGGIE CLIFFTON

Grabbing the book off the shelf, Reggie let her focus be on thumbing through the pages of the recipes inside. If she was actually cooking, holding a conversation wouldn't be something she would want to continue. However, she was having a pleasant conversation with Nicola and that warranted to be enjoyed. The two didn't have a lot in common, and not in the cute way like Nicola and Spencer had. It was in a way where if they managed to not just stand awkwardly around each other, that was a feat. Maybe the two of them had changed in NYC more than it seemed. At least now they could poke fun at the people from back home together.

"Sorry, did you just say your old social circle? 'cause damn, they must really be some pieces of work if you're not even wanting to call them 'friends.'" Reggie playfully pointed out, looking back up at Nicola as she shifted her weight to lean on the display case, "But I believe it. No offense on anything, but I always hated whenever I went to your guy's school. You could just feel the judgement in the hallways. I don't know how you or Porter dealt with it daily."

NICOLA DE ROCHA

“They were hardly friends when I was in high school,” Nicola offered with a shrug. Of course that realization had only come with the luxury of time, back then she was loyal to all they represented— being popular and more importantly being accepted. They accepted her but that was because she stifled the parts of herself they wouldn’t have. Nicola’s eyes darted to the book in Reggie’s hands at the mention of Spencer, considering she was the one who had to deal with the brunt of it all. “None taken. Considering I actively contributed to the culture… I really have no room to take offense.”

A thought occurred to Nicola as she remembered the atrocious group photo that had just popped up in her Facebook memories this morning. Nicola pulled her phone out of the apron pocket, “Want to see a photo? A throwback Thursday as the youths say,” she chuckled as she held up her phone. “Bonus points if you can point out my beard."

REGGIE CLIFFTON

While Reggie was having no trouble scanning through the recipes and listening to Nicola, truthfully, Reggie had zoned out near the end. It wasn't Nicola's fault, or even Reggie's, it was just habit from having to learn drown Matt out since they had become roommates. So for a few seconds, Nicola's phone didn't get Reggie's attention and just remained suspended near her face. It was the few seconds of silence that made Reggie glance back up from the pages she was analyzing to be faced with a picture. One she had never seen before, but it had more than one familiar face.

"Jesus, what the fu-" Reggie started, her surprise quickly getting replaced with undivided attention. She stood straight up, hand reaching out to steady Nicola's phone and get a complete look of the photo. Her brow knitted together, eyes zeroed in on one face and one face only. A girl with dark hair, deep green eyes, and a smile Reggie knew all to well. Yet she could not even begin to understand what her ex-girlfriend was doing in a picture with Nicola DeRocha. Or any of what she called her social circle. Reggie desperately needed to know more, "Who is that? The chick between you and that guy? What's her deal?" Reggie had to stop herself from asking 'why is she there' as that was one she wasn't sure she would get, or want, an answer to .

NICOLA DE ROCHA

Honestly Nicola thought she was being playful and self deprecating by showing Reggie this photo. It was the closest she’d ever had to an awkward phase, “Reggie, I have braces in this photo and I”m desperately hanging off a boy’s shoulder… this is prime roast material!” Nicola’s eyes glanced back to the photo, and out of all eight teenagers posed, she couldn’t for the life of her understand why she’d focus in on Jinny Edwards of all people.

Foremost Nicola answered Reggie’s question with an eyeball, but maybe enough time had passed since high school where Nicola could find the humor in this situation. “Jenna Edwards. I don’t know what she’s up to these days because she blocked me everywhere, but at least she gave me an excuse to break up with my beard by making out with him a bunch junior year. Still a total bitch move though, ya know?"

REGGIE CLIFFTON

Jenna Edwards

So it was was her.

She blocked me everywhere

Her Jinny had done that too. It absolutely was her.

... making out with him a bunch junior year

No. No. It couldn't of been her.

Reggie felt a lump in her throat and looked at Nicola with eyes a little too dark to fully express how lost she felt hearing these things. Reggie and Jenna had been together for months by the time she transferred schools. Going to different schools didn't matter, her being in the closet didn't matter, her parents barely liking Reggie even as a friend didn't matter. It had made things harder, but they had never broken up before college. Not until after Reggie’s accident and certainly well after junior year of fucking high school. To say Reggie's mind was racing was putting it lightly, and it wasn’t helping her throat was closing up. It was getting hard to speak-- to say anything.

"She... what?" Bewildered, that was her tone. She was at a loss, "He cheated on you with her? That's not... you're kidding right? You sure you're talking about the chick with the freckles?" On one hand, Reggie was pretty composed for someone who was feeling sick to her stomach. On another, it probably just seemed like she was surprised someone cheated on Nicola. Two things could be true, but she was much more focused on getting the truth on who Nicola knew Jinny Edwards to be and who Reggie had been perhaps too blind to see all along.

NICOLA DE ROCHA

“I know, right?” Fell a little too quickly from Nicola’s lips when Reggie seemed to be in disbelief that Nicola got cheated on. At least that’s what it sounded like to her ears, and while she deemed Reggie’s doubt warranted… it wasn’t like Nicola had been a faithful girlfriend either, but least she had the good sense to trade up! Nicola zoomed in on the photo, so it was cropped upon her ex and the girl in question, “Don’t let the freckles fool you, she was an obnoxious bully,” Nicola recalled with a shake of her head. It wasn’t like the rest of her friends were much better, but as snobby as they were they never tore Nicola down. At least now directly to her face. “She called me d*ke-cola once— to moderate laughter, when I left a party early to hang out with Spencer. I refuse to believe she clocked me by the way! She was just being a bitch."

REGGIE CLIFFTON

A misunderstanding was all Reggie was hoping for at this point, but the moment Nicola had the picture zeroed in on Jinny there was no possible way this was. Nicola was a woman of many things, being this cruel wasn't one of them-- it was clear she had no idea who Jinny really was. Or more like she didn't know Jinny's role in Reggie's life. That part didn't surprise Reggie considering all the lengths she had gone through to keep them a secret. Hanging out in public was almost always met with a No, her going to Reggie's soccer games happened only before Jinny transferred, meeting any of her new friends from her new school was completely out of the question since Jinny said she "didn't have any," and the possibility of being together to the world wouldn't be allowed until they were in college-- far, far away from North Carolina. During the course of their relationship it had become frustrating keeping up with the rules, but Regina loved her. Jinny loved Reggie. And the world had told Reggie for years that love made everything worth it in the end...

It was now making sense why the couple winded up where they did.

Throughout all the years since their break up, Regina had lamented herself for becoming a spiteful, awful person after her accident, especially to Jinny. For years Regina had seen Jinny as someone good in the world she had completely broke the heart and soul of from their constant fights near the end. She had never considered Jinny to be someone keeping secrets from her... especially ones of her bullying others with homophobia. The lips Regina had kissed and loved had also went around the school hallways saying slurs as jokes. It was sickening. It was infuriating. And god it was heartbreaking.

"I- uh, yeah. Sure. Maybe." was all Reggie managed to get out to Nicola after far too long of a silence. It was hardly answer but it was all she had after staring far too long at the photo again. Though, to be fair, Reggie wasn't exactly feeling the most present at the moment due to how much of her past just got shattered. She was beginning to feel herself questioning everything and it was getting to be heavy- too heavy. Reggie was starting to feel the weight of Nicola's words and the past actions of Jinny crushing her bit by bit. She felt like she was going to faint, or that the ground would swallow her up. For a moment, Reggie wished it would, because she couldn't stay where she was any longer. She needed to leave. She needed to stop looking at this picture. She needed to do fucking something.

"Look, I... I gotta go, De Rocha, I can't fucking be here anymore," Reggie quickly tossed out, shoving the phone back towards Nicola as she could no longer keep looking at the picture. She didn't mean to have such a bite to her words, but currently Reggie's emotions were a little on the edge. Yet she didn't want Nicola to ask questions either, "I just... I feel sick or something so I'm... I'm gonna go. Thanks. I-I mean, sorry-- whatever. Fuck it. Who cares?" She muttered, looking for her skateboard so she could leave. The tone of Reggie's voice ranged all over: sincere, to unsure, to seemingly pissed. She could have explained herself better, but Reggie was in no place to. All she wanted was to get the hell out of Reagan's flower shop. She had no plans besides that. Given the entirety of what she thought to be true of her past was now in shambles, thinking beyond the current moment was impossible. Much like how her finding a way to get past this felt.

#*para: 016 #*para: all #*para: nicola #*c: nicola

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A Day at the Faire

((Thanks Marachius for writing this story with me! Yes it's long, we usually tend to write long stories when we work together.))

Regynn looked in the mirror, her eyes widening at the sight that greeted her. She ran her hand down the blue skirt, brushing at the non-existent wrinkles then she smoothed the pristine white fabric of the blouse, blinking at the amount of cleavage it revealed, “Oh… hello there.” she muttered. She glanced up at her reflection, noting the crimson hue on her cheeks before she tugged the fabric back up.

The priestess glanced at the curtains that separated her sleeping area from the rest of her flat where Marachius was sat, waiting for her so they could go through the portal to Stormwind and attend the Darkmoon Faire. Another quick glance in the mirror and Reggy took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, she fixed a patent smile on her face as she stepped into the living area, “Okay then, I’m ready when you are.” she said as she made a concentrated effort not to make eye contact with her friend.

Hearing Reggy, Marachius leaned forward and pushed himself up off the sofa. “Alright. Darkmoon Faire, here we…” and then his words faltered as he looked at her. Standing up, he turned to face his friend with a surprised look on his face. “Wow. That dress looks… Wow. I didn’t know it’d… Wow..”

Regynn looked down, then back up again, “I think they forgot part of it. Or is it supposed to look like that? And how do you suppose these pieces stay in place?” she touched the edges of the plunging neckline of the blouse then looked at Marc with a raised brow. “It’s a beautiful dress and I really appreciate it but... “ she stopped and shook her head, “No. It’s great, let’s go before the faire packs up and leaves.”

“Yeah. It looks nice. You look nice,” Marachius stumbled over the words. “It didn’t look like that hanging in the window. But if you don’t like it, we can go see if we can exchange it for something else.”

“Well if I take it back I can’t wear it today. But if you’re okay with that?” though it was a question Regynn didn’t wait for an answer, “You’re good with that. Great, give me a minute to put some clothes on.” She ducked back behind the curtain and within minutes reappeared in a pair of dark brown trousers, a white blouse with long sleeves and her a tabard. She shifted her head, her hair flipping back from her face as she turned to Marc, “There. Now I can be seen in public. Faire first or dress?”

Marachius blinked a couple of times as he tried to catch up with what had just happened. His mind started working again once he heard Reggy’s question.

“I guess Faire first,” Marc answered. “They’re only going to be around for a little while. The store will still be there once we get back.” Marachius took a step over to the door of the flat and then turned back to Reggy. “And if you want to take the dress back and find something different, we can do that tomorrow. But you did look nice in it.”

Regynn grinned, “Yeah but I don’t think I could get much down at the docks wearing it, I’d spend my whole time pulling it back together or risk spilling out all over the place. I guess I could save it for a special occasion. But when would that be? Oh, maybe I could wear it out to dinner one night with Jonah? Do you think he’d like it?” she fell silent for a moment as she stepped passed Marc and out the door, “I’ll have to think on it a bit.”

“Yeah,” Marachius said quietly. “Dinner.” The paladin stepped outside and waited for Regynn to shut her door and lock it. “You’ll have to show your friends the dress. See what they think. They might even know of a better place to look.” As the two started walking down the street towards the portals, Marachius scanned the area. “So, what do you want to do first when we get to the Faire?”

“Hmm. Well, we could play some of the games. Oh! I heard that have races, maybe you could get in one and make enough money to buy the rest of your armor. I suppose we’ll want to get food at some point. I hear you can’t go to a faire without trying the food. And I think there’s live music… The Chieftain Elites or something or other…”.

As they stepped through the portal in Goldshire, coming out on the other side on Darkmoon Island Reggy grew silent, her eyes widening as she took in her surroundings. When a gnome offered them a ride on mechostriders down the hill she took a voluntary step back, darting a quick glance at the paladin. Without sparing her a look Marc shook his head, “No thanks. I think we’ll walk.” The priestess let out a breath of relief and grinned at her companion, falling into step beside him.

The walk wasn’t long and soon they were standing at the gates to the faire. Reggy stood, her eyes wide with wonder as she took in all the different races of people mingling together with no thought of strife, the banners of brightly colored silk flapping in the breeze and the cacophony of noise swelling out to greet them. She giggled girlishly, grabbing Marc’s hand and tugging him forward, “Everything! I want to do everything!”

Marc stumbled a bit as Reggy unexpected pulled him forward. He chuckled as he got his footing and followed her under the banner. Crossing into the fair, Marc looked around at all the sites before seeing the ticket booth. The paladin took the lead and pulled the priestess along with him to the window.

“One book of tickets, please,” Marachius said as he put a couple of coins down on the counter. The vendor took the coins and then passed the ticket book forward through the window. Taking the book, he looked back to Reggy. “Well, this should cover at least a little bit of it.” Marachius flipped through the tickets as he looked down the path of the faire. “Where should we start?”

They decided to move down the row, stopping to play games along the way, one in particular becoming entertaining to the passers by who paused to watch. Regynn tossed the ball across an open space, hitting the edge of the target and Marc teased her at her inability to score a point. Soon enough they were competing against one another, the banter that had been somehow missing since his arrival in Boralus, once again causing much laughter and raised eyebrows of anyone with in hearing. After about 10 minutes they two of them stepped away from the game, each of them lugging an enormous plushie gifted to them by the other.

As they moved further down the row Regynn’s pace picked up as she made a bee line for yet another booth. Inside the booth was a round table covered in small bowls filled with water, each bowl contained a brightly colored fish, she nodded toward the fishing poles laying across the counter then turned to Marc with a smirk, “You’re always fishing the canals, go on then, give it a try.”

“Well, I usually go for larger fish,” Marc said with a grin. “But okay.” The paladin sat down his giant stuffed animal and handed over a game ticket to the game vendor and picking up a pole. He took a moment to listen to the rules of the game and then tried to figure out what the best plan of attack would be. Then he went at it. After several minutes, and a few more tickets, Marc sighed heavily and stepped back to admit defeat. “I’d probably do better if I had my own pole,” he said with a smirk to Reggy.

“Ha! You’re not going to let a little game beat you are you?” she took the fishing pole from him and placed it back on the table, eyeing the remaining selection critically before picking out another and handing it to the paladin, “ You’re just not holding your mouth right.” she smirked.

Marc rolled his eyes as he took hold of the new fishing rod. He flicked the rod a couple of times in the air before nodding. Marc rested the rod in the crook of his arm and pulled out the book of tickets. Tearing off another one, the paladin slid it over to the vendor and then took up the rod again.

Holding the fishing pole in the air with both hands, Marc closed his eyes for a moment and and just felt the weight of the pole. Opening his eyes, the paladin searched the different bowls of fish before finally settling on one. Tilting the fishing rod back, Marc flicked it forward and the bobber twisted through the air. It hit the lip of the bowl and bounced into the air before falling back into the water.

“We have a winner!” the vendor called out, only slightly enthusiast, and then stepped over to the bowl. He took the bobber out and picked up the fishbowl, carrying it back to the paladin and the priestess.

Regynn’s grin was almost as big as Marc’s as she punched him lightly on the arm, “See. I knew you could do it.” she looked at the fish floating forlornly in it’s little bowl then frowned, “He looks sad, what are you going to do with him? Think you can keep him in your barracks?”

“Maybe not,” Marc answered. He looked at the little fish in the bowl for a moment. “Think you’d have room for him in your flat?”

She squinted and surveyed the bowl with a critical eye, “Yeah, I think so. If I shift a few things I can sit him on the window sill. But then I’ll have to keep the window shut so no birds fly in and eat him. Hmmm… maybe on the dresser. Yeah, I think that’ll work. Are you sure you trust me with your new pet?”

“Silly question,” Marc said with a smirk. “Of course I’ll trust you with my fish.” The paladin leaned over and looked down into the bowl. “Not sure I’d give you my horse to take care of, though.”

Regynn burst into laughter as she took the bowl, “I think that’s a smart move. Besides, he wouldn’t fit in my flat for sure.”

Marc reached over and tapped on the side of the fishbowl. “I think his name is Uther. The mightiest fish in all of Darkmoon.” Marc grinned at Reggy. “I bet he’d be a great guard fish for your flat, too.”

“I will feel much safer at night knowing he’s watching over me.” she nodded sagely before giggling softly, her laughter accompanied by the loud rumbling of her belly, “Now, we better get food before Uther becomes sushi.”

Marc chuckled and stopped looking into Uther’s bowl. Glancing around, he eventually pointed further down the path. “Looks like some tables over there. Might have someone selling food nearby.”

Following Marc’s outstretched finger Regynn nodded, hefted her giant plushie on her hip and clutched the bowl gingerly, “I think you’re right. You know we have to get all the usual faire… fare… no matter how bad it is for us. We’ve waited forever to come to the here, I say we act like kids and indulge in everything, even if it makes us sick.”

“Ahhh. Now I see why you didn’t want to wear the dress. You were planning to lose your lunch all over the place. Just make sure you cover up Uther’s bowl before you start.” Marc put his giant plush over his shoulder and turned towards the picnic tables. “I suppose it would be rude for us to not try everything that looks good. Especially given how long it took for us to get here.”

Regynn wrinkled her nose in distaste, “I will not get sick! I have the constitution of a horse. I think. I’ve actually never tested it.” she gave Marc a doubtful glance, “Okay, maybe just the stuff that looks good. And smells good.”

“Definitely. Just the stuff that looks good.” Marc led the way towards the tables and as they got closer, thy could see the food vendors just past them. As they stepped up to the counter, the two shifted their winnings in their hands so that they could get a better look at the signs that listed all the different varieties of food. “What should we start with? Not sure I’ve ever had crispy frogs legs before.”

“Oh yummy.” she said with obvious sarcasm. “Surely they have something that doesn’t croak when you bite it.” She looked over the menu, “I think I’m beginning to see why I waited so long to come to one of these things.”

Marc pointed to the funnel cakes. “Let’s start with some of those. And some fizzy drinks.” The vendor nodded and wordlessly put two funnel cakes and two mugs on the counter. The two passed some coins to the vendor and took the food, moving over to one of the empty tables. As they ate, Marc looked around at all the people wandering past on the path.

“Probably don’t want to eat too much. We don’t want to get sick on any of the rides.”

Regynn looked at the stuffed animals sitting at the table with them then glanced at the fishbowl, “How are we going to ride rides with these guys in tow? Tell you what, you ride and I’ll sit with the stuff.” she suggested, hoping she was able to hide her apprehension.

Marc watched Reggy for a moment while he ate a piece of his funnel cake. Then he looked at the stuffed animals and nodded. “You’re probably right. Guess we can come back next time and try all the rides.”

“No! Don’t let me stop you from having fun, you go and I can stay here. It’s fine. Really.” Guilt at ruining Marc’s fun almost made Regynn agree to go on the rides until she heard a high pitched scream coming from their direction. She turned back to look at the paladin with a slight tinge of green to her skin.

She swallowed thickly and opened her mouth to speak when a loud voice came over the air, announcing the Elite Chieftains. Her fear of the rides all but forgotten, the priestess grabbed her plushie and the fishbowl and headed off, calling over her shoulder, “Come on! We don’t want to miss the music!”

Marc watched in surprise as Reggy made her way past the food vendors. The paladin shoved the last of his funnel cake into his mouth, almost choking in the process, grabbed his stuffed animal and took off after his friend. As the crowd started moving towards the stage, Marc lost sight of her several times but every few moments, he’d see her plushie pop up in the crowd. One time he was certain that he saw Uther pop up as well. Pushing his way past the people, the paladin finally managed to catch up to Reggy just as the music started.

The priestess already had a look of excitement on her face when Marc got next to her. The paladin smiled broadly as her turned towards the stage. The band began playing in earnest and he could feel the music wash over them. “I never knew anything could be this loud,” he thought to himself.

Regynn blinked when the music started, momentarily startled by the noise but before she knew it she found herself tapping her foot and bobbing her head, her body seeming to keep time with the drums of its own volition. The vibration went from the stage into the ground, across the arena and up through her feet, strumming every fiber of her being as surely as the undead male strummed his guitar. She felt a thrill run up her spin as the orc screamed out the all but unintelligible lyrics of the song. She could feel her previous tension melt away and she laughed with the joy the music brought her.

She turned to look at Marc, feeling her gaze he looked back at her, “Thanks for bringing me here. This is great.” she said. He cocked his head to the side, his expression questioning so she said it again, this time a bit louder. His face, scrunched up, as he shook his head and pointed toward the band was comical and Regynn was giggling as she leaned over, inches from his ear and shouted, “Thanks!”

Marc smiled and nodded, giving Reggy a thumbs up. The rest of the concert was energetic, and just as loud, and the crowd enjoyed it. After the band strummed their last chords and left the stage to raucous cheers, things began to quiet down. Staying close together, the two started making their way back to the main path of the fair with the rest of the visitors. Eventually, they managed to pull free of the crowd and stepped over to the side.

“That was pretty impressive,” Marc said with a grin. “You seemed to enjoy it.”

Regynn had been humming to herself as they walked, she nodded, hefting her plushie onto her hip, careful not to slosh out anymore of Uther’s water, “It was wonderful. This whole day was wonderful. I can’t think why we waited so long to come. I almost wish we didn’t have to go back.”

“Me, too,” Marc said with a slight sigh. “But at least we know what’s here and we can always visit the next time they come to town.” The paladin glanced around at the thinning crowds. “Speaking of which, rides will probably have to wait until next time. We should probably start making our way back home.”

“Well at least there are portals to take us back.” she commented as they made their way to the dock and the way to Stormwind.

#Regynn Winters #Marachius Ainsley #WrA RP #Darkmoon Faire #First time at the Faire #Too Revealing dress #Uther #the mightiest fish in all Darkmoon #giant plusies #good time with a friend

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