#like my fucking back hurts from the bra/leaning combo from all the cutting out

[wheremermaidsdwell]

i'm helping a work friend with a sewing project and we worked all afternoon and will work again tomorrow and now she's trying to update me via discord and like. i will be seeing you 12 days in a row there is NO ONE i need to see 12 days in a row please shut up. i'm tired.

[writingoneshots]

Hello! I've read the last fic you've wrote and I really love it! You've done an amazing work! I was wondering if you write about poly relationship because I would like to request a fic (since Oda made it canon) about Kid and Killer liking the same girl. Maybe a girl that has joined their crew and has non conventional beauty but is strong and good hearted with them. I would like also to see crew's reaction and how they would behave around her (I think they are kind of dorks and this would piss captain and first mate, but at the end they would be happy to see the 3 of them together).

I hope it's not too much. If you don't write about poly, it could be alright some general hc's of them in a relationship with female s/o separately.

Thank you if you'll write it!!

Shared Love

Hello :) ! This was a little different request - because I never wrote a one shot/story with a poly-relationship. Hope this is okay.. if not, then please let me know. I would like to improve my writing and learn about different kinds of relationships.

Also, was this really canon? I understood that they both had interest in the same girl and they became friends because of the chili incident? (just asking, no hate! I really understood it that way :) would be cool either way.) Hope you guys enjoy this!

- Kid x reader x Killer - 2,101 words - bar fight, mention of rape, NSFW, threesome

The night was still young and the alcohol was served slowly in this bar. It was filled with new pirate crews and old adventurers. But they all had one thing in common: they were horny. You were never alone this evening because every 5 minutes, a new man would stand by your side to try and get your attention. You were dressed in a very tight leather outfit, a dangerously short skirt and a stomach-free top, which pushed your breasts up way too high. The skirt had a high cut on its side and revealed the knife on your thigh, which you always carried with you. The fishnet stockings and the high heels made you look even more badass. This was usually not your everyday look but you've lost a bet with Heat, which is why he forced you into this outfit and even did your hair and make-up, flawlessly. You reminded yourself to hire him for your wedding, if you would ever have one. Your usual shirt and trouser combo has been thrown away, which is why you ended up here in the bar to drink your pain away. Especially because this bra pushed up your whole chest and it felt like your breasts were about to touch your chin. The eighth guy dared to try to make you dance with him, while number 3 and 6 were still buying you drinks and trying their best to get you to talk with them. "Guys, please.. I am really not the right woman for you." "Are you seeing someone?" - "Who is it? I will kill him and make you the happiest woman on the seas!" "You should really consider leaving..", you warned them and felt that you were already a little more than just tipsy. "Don't try to play innocent. If you would have a boyfriend, you wouldn't be here by yourself.", number 6 dared to come closer and he put his fingers on the outside of your thigh. Number 3 even went a step ahead and placed his hand right at your butt, squeezing it slightly once. In the next second, he screamed. A painful sound appeared next to you and when you turned around to see what was going on, you saw number 3 kneeing down to the floor, holding his hand on his shoulder where his other arm was supposed to be. The knife suddenly went back to the other side of the room and Kid grabbed it when it stopped right in front of him. Kid had just amputated that man's arm. There was no regret in his eyes and you loved him for it. You never liked it when someone was suffering, except when they deserved it. And these men were just about to use their chance to probably rape you just because you were drunk. If it hadn't been you, it might have been someone else. They deserved it. Before you could get off the chair, Killer appeared right behind you and put his arm around your waist, lifting you up softly. You put your arm around his neck and your legs around his hips, holding yourself up carefully. "Are you alright?", he asked through his mask and checked you immediately. A quick nod followed at this question and before Killer turned to leave, he grabbed number six's hand and broke his fingers with only one squeeze. "Now we can leave." He turned away and you looked back to these men. One was already aswoon, receiving some help, while the other began screaming in pain. No one dared to say something or fight them. Especially not because the whole Kid's crew was already in the club, making sure that no one touched you or any other crew member. -- Killer placed you softly onto the bed and you laid down, stretching your body easily and relaxing on the soft mattress. You insisted on sleeping here since you found out how comfortable Kid's bed was and he didn't mind. It was big enough for three people, which is why the three of you usually slept in here. "Is she hurt?", Kid raised an eyebrow and eyed you carefully. Now that he had calmed down, he was ready to inspect your outfit. It was unusual to see you in these clothes but he had heard of the bet with Heat. But that is only because he forced Heat to make a bet with you. "No.. She's actually wearing it. I cannot believe you managed it..", Killer shook his head and took off his jacket before he sat down next to you onto the bed. "I told you that

she'd look fucking hot in those fishnets. I just didn't expect her to be this drunk.", Kid went into the bathroom to wash his knife after tonight's events. "You guys are mean.", you pouted and Killer chuckled a bit, stroking your hair back softly. You grabbed his loose shirt and pulled him closer until he was leaning slightly over you. "(Y/N), you're drunk.. I wouldn't -" "Shh..", you stopped him from saying another word and stroked his hair back carefully. Then you placed your hands on his mask and waited for him to stop you but he didn't. You were always careful with his mask but you knew that he trusted you and you loved him for it. You took it off carefully before placing it to the side and kissing the few places softly, where the mask had been pressing on his skin too hard. When you felt his muscles relaxing a bit, he leaned forward and kissed you. First softly but then very passionately. Claiming your mouth with his tongue and owning you completely for a second, Killer stroked his left hand down your free stomach and went behind your back. He pulled you softly to the side, to make you lean towards him. Kid decided to join you and laid down behind you. His hand wandered all over your body, while Killer didn't let go of you and continued kissing you more and more intensely. Both their bodies were pressed against yours and you could clearly feel both their erections already pressing against your body. Kid's hand wandered down to the front of your skirt and his fingers immediately found their way to your warmth. A shiver went down your body when he began stroking you and pressing his hips against your butt. Killer didn't let his best friend work on his own. He pulled down your top, exposing your breasts as he began to massage one right away. Your breathing became heavy as both of them were focusing on only you. The three of you barely had a chance to enjoy a night altogether, which is why this excited you even more now. You loved both of them and hated to choose one of them every night and finally you could stay here together. When Kid slid his fingers inside you, you gasped into Killer's kiss and he smirked against your lips. Both of them enjoyed teasing and pleasuring you and it always surprised you how good they were working as a team. Killer let go of your lips for a moment and leaned down to your breasts. His focus switched to the one, which he hasn't paid any attention to yet and began sucking it. First very slowly but when you started to moan softly, he became very needy. Without knowing why, Kid suddenly pushed you on top of Killer and you found yourself laying on top of him. "What was that for?", you looked back in surprise to Kid and gasped unexpectedly. Killer bit your neck teasingly and had managed to open his trousers, while you were not paying any attention. His erection was pressed against your warmth and Kid reached to your sides, ripping off the panties and pulling up your skirt for Killer. Kid crawled up behind you, took his flesh arm around you, and began stroking your clit again, while Killer was positioning himself below you. You held yourself up on Kid's metal arm and leaned with your back against his torso, trying not to cum already by these simple touches. When Killer began thrusting inside of you, Kid's metallic arm went immediately around your waist to hold you in that position and his flesh hand grabbed your throat, choking you carefully. Killers thumb immediately replaced Kid's fingers on your clit and he thrust into you faster. His eyes went up to yours, locking for a moment until you couldn't stand the pleasure any longer. You closed your eyes and breathed heavily, feeling your orgasm building up already. "Be a good girl. Cum for us.", Kid whispered into your ear and forced you to look at him. This time, he pressed his lips onto yours, not giving you a chance to back away. He ignored how you tried to catch a breath and enjoyed the moans you offered him in the kiss. Hearing how Killer was breathing heavier suddenly too, Kid stopped the kiss and pressed your head

against his chest again. "Scream his name, (Y/N)!", Kid commanded and bit your neck on one side harshly, marking you as his'. "K-Killer!", you screamed when you felt your orgasm releasing itself, almost at the same time as Killer's. He filled you up from deep within, pushing hard into you for the last few drops left. Kid let go of you after a few seconds and pushed you down onto Killer, who immediately pulled you close to him. The kiss was deep and full of lust. Grateful to share this moment together and experience this way of love. When you suddenly felt how Kid positioned himself behind you after Killer pulled out, you looked back to him and tried to stand up. But Killer held you down. "I should clean myself for-" "It's alright.", Kid smirked and didn't let a single drop hinder him from enjoying your current warmth. Without a warning, he entered you fully from behind and grabbed your hips harshly. The first thrusts were slow and patient. Killer began kissing you again and gave you a break to breathe right after. His lips found their way to the other side of the neck, which Kid didn't mark as his' yet. That's where he chose to leave a sign of him owning you as well. You grabbed the pillow below Killer with both hands, arching your back to give Kid more way to enter you and he used that chance instantly. The next thrusts were deep and hard, much harder than Killer's. He slammed right into you, grabbing your nape from behind to hold himself onto you. Feeling Killer's member stroking against your clit and one of his hands massaging your breast, while he sucked on your neck, sped up the process for another orgasm. "Say his name, love.", Killer smirked and took his arms around your waist, keeping you in that position so you wouldn't lean too much forward, helping Kid to slam easier into you. Breathing heavily, you thought that you couldn't manage it but you did, "Kid!!" You came before him, way too early. It felt like pure torture to ride out your orgasm for so long until Kid came as well but it felt amazing too. The last thrusts were the hardest he had ever done and the slaps he offered to ride it out, made it feel even better. -- The next morning was way too chaotic. You were barely able to move but managed to find your seat on Kid's lap at the table. A few unknown women had joined the crew for breakfast but this was nothing unusual. The crew made a pact, to always invite the whore for a meal right after sex, just for the entertainment to see, who could walk right after and who couldn't. Even now, they were eyeing you carefully but they didn't see anything because they finally understood that they were better off to keep quiet than to comment. When they all realized that you were dating Kid and Killer, they weren't sure if you were really smart or really stupid but they were happy as long as Kid wasn't killing anyone on the ship. I would say, that I am really lucky. Killer handed you a cup of coffee and let you stretch out your legs on his lap. Kid was barely awake and he didn't even want to wake up yet but Killer's rarely cooked any bacon and there was no way he would miss out on that. He even stole a few from your plate.

[creator-zee]

163

       We laid on our stomachs on the alien planet keeping watch from above as the rest of team advanced below. We saw the aliens before we saw our team come into view. They were about half our height and had spikes protruding from their forearms, well some of them did. It looked like others had them sheathed. I heard Cal gasp quietly to my right

        “I have so many questions for my mom.” She muttered.

         “I did too, but I had no idea how to bring it up.” I spared a brief glance at her.

          She brought her hand up and tapped the comm in her ear. “Aliens inbound.” She reported.

          “Copy.” Our Leader, Rachel, replied.

          We saw our team enter the area.

          “In our sights.” Cal reported.

          “Copy.” Rachel replied again.

           We watched as our team and the aliens approached each other. Our team was made of twelve people, so ten were down there. The aliens had twenty people. We were outnumbered two to one. I heard Cal shift next to me as she lined up her sniper rifle, preparing for a fight to break out.

          The alien leader and Rachel were talking, but Rachel had her comms off so we couldn’t hear. I heard something behind us and I flipped around to see five of the aliens behind us, brandishing spears. Having noticed me move, Cal also turned around. She immediately aimed her gun at them.

         “Where’s the sniper coverage?” Someone crackled across the comms.

          “Help.” Someone else requested.

          “We’re surrounded.” Another person said.

           Neither Cal or I moved. She had her gun at the ready, but my own was still on my leg. I had my electro blade in my hand though. It wasn’t activated, so I had the element of surprise. I leapt into action. Activating the blade and charging the aliens, I met the first one head on. I heard Sar leap into action as she began shooting. Our teams cries for help still crackled across the comms, as we dealt with the aliens surrounding us. 

        “Can you handle any more that come?” Cal asked, as she positioned herself on the cliff again.

         I nodded. “I’ll keep them off you.”

         I heard her gun fire again and again as she fired into the crowd down below. Cal suddenly scrambled up and grabbed my arm.

          “Time to go.” She said, and began dragging me through the woods slinging her rifle over her shoulder onto her back.

          “What’s going on?” I asked, as we bang climbing trees.

          “There were reinforcements. They are captured. I couldn’t kill them all. They sent a large group off to look for us. I know you’re good, but you’re not that good.” She explained. “We’ll have to find another way to save the rest of them.”

           I overtook her as we made our way through the thick jungle. Trees were always easier for me although I longed to use my wings. I made sure not to get too far ahead though. As I glanced back to check on her, I noticed that she was wincing every time she used her arms even though she was trying her best to hide it. She must have cut recently.

           I saw that the trees stopped going and we just had reached another cliff. I began dropping through the tree heads towards the ground, catching myself every so often. Cal followed close behind me and soon we were breaking into a sprint on the ground trying to get as much distance as we could. We reached the cliff and skidded to a halt, no bridge to be seen.

          “Fuck.” I cursed, between panting breaths.

         Cal glanced down the cliff and back where we had come from. Then she looked left and right. She was also panting, and I noticed that blood spotted her sleeves in some spots, but there was nothing we could do about that now.

          She took off to the right and I followed her as we ran along the cliff edge. I realized why when I saw the other cliff nearby. She climbed a tree, yanking one of the vines free and tying it to the branch before jumping off in a leap of faith. She let go mid air and rolled, breaking the fall on the other cliff. I followed her lead, grabbing the vine as it swung back. 

         As I flew through the air, I once again wished for my wings, but sighed and rolled, breaking the fall. Cal set off running again, but we found that the stony tower we were on wasn’t very big. And none of the others were near enough to jump too. I could fly, but I wasn’t ready to expose myself like that. 

        Cal stopped and I ran up next to her. We were behind the tree line, but looking at the other cliff, for what, I didn’t realize until the aliens came into view. Cal had her rifle back at her shoulder, but didn’t fire, knowing that it would draw attention to us.

        I grunted as something from behind me pinned me to the ground. Somehow the aliens had gotten behind us. It took two each to pin us, but they managed it, shackling us hands behind our back. 

       I heard Cal whimper next to me as they grabbed her forearms. I struggled again, but it was useless. They had us captured. 

        They led us down a thin path that we had missed and to where the rest of our team was chained to posts in the ground.

        The aliens tied us up next to our teammates. One of the aliens barked an order to the others. And someone began patting us down. They pulled my gun from my leg and several daggers from elsewhere and took my electro sword from its sheath on my back.

       I watched as they took everything from Cal too. I watched as they patted down her arms and she couldn’t stop from wincing.

       The leader barked another order and the unshackled her, bringing her hands in front of her, and pushing her sleeves back to reveal the bloody bandages.

        Another order was given and they began undoing the bandages. She began struggling in their grip, but she was completely surrounded. 

         “What are you doing?” I shouted at the aliens. “So what she’s injured? Leave it be!”

         “She hide weapons.” The leader said in broken common tongue. 

         They finished pulling off the bandages and Cal’s face was soaked with tears as uncontrollable sobs racked her body as her injuries were revealed.

        The leaders face contorted in rage as he recognized the wounds. “You force Kleptid to cut off docles. You cruel. Very cruel.”

         “You’re one of them.” A teammate, Ash, spat. “No wonder they got the jump on us.”

         “No, no I’m not.” Cal pleaded.

         “You’re a freak.”

         “You never belonged.”

         “This is all your fault.”

          I saw Cal crumple with every insult. I knew how it felt to have those words dig into you. I lost it.

          “Leave her alone.” I growled.

           “You hurt her.” They accused.

           “I would never hurt her.”

I growled, lunging against new chains as I shifted, breaking the chains that held me. I beat the Kleptids back with a sweep of my wings as I grabbed Cal and took off, climbing high into the sky. 

        “Half-dragon? I have questions for your mom too.” Cal joked weakly.

         “Dragons are shapeshifters.” I explained. “That’s how I could hide myself so easily.”

         “Why expose yourself then?” She asked as we landed in the middle of some woods far away from the village we flew over.

          “They were hurting you.” I answered.

          “Thank you.” She sobbed into my chest, not pulling away even though I had loosened my grip.

          “Let’s take care of those arms.” I said, stepping back and looking at them. She had definitely cut recently, the wounds had barely started to heal. I pulled off my shirt which was already torn from wings, leaving me in just a tank top-bra combo built for winged aliens.

         I began ripping the shirt into thin strips before tying them together and then bandaging up her arms, it wasn’t the best but it would do.

         “We’ll never be able to go back now.” She said sadly.

         “We were never happy there.” I reminded her. “At least here we can be ourselves.”

         She chuckled weakly. “Thanks Sar, but I think you’re glossing over the whole stranded on alien planet part.”

         “Could be a worse alien planet.” I pointed out.

         “I’ll give you that.” She admitted. “Come on, let’s find someplace to set up camp until we can figure out a way to leave.”

164.1 (a while later) (Cal’s POV)

        I was sitting in a tree looking at the spikes or docles as the Kleptids had called them. We were lacking in weapons and pretty much everything, only the fact that Sar was a half-dragon kept us alive, since she could hunt and kill with her claws. I had nothing to cut my spikes off with and no reason to so they had grown, grown longer than I had ever let them before. They were probably full grown now. I had seen the Kleptids retract theirs but I still couldn’t figure out how to do it. I stare at the blue spikes with scars around the bases willing them to go in. They didn’t. I sighed and climbed back down the tree. It was nice being able to use by arms without feeling the familiar pain that came from my cutting, but I still wasn’t use to the docles and kept knocking them on things.

        I landed on the ground and made my way over to Sar who was sitting by a fire. She didn’t comment on my reappearance, just lifted an arm in offering. I sat down next to her, careful to not accidentally impale her with my docles as I leaned into her. It was getting cold here now, but Sar was always a source of heat. 

        She laid her arm around my shoulder and pulled me tighter against her. I relaxed into her. I had been skeptical at first, but I a weird way the terrible outcome of that mission may have been the best thing for us we could just live in these woods, free. The Kleptids hadn’t bothered us, and we no longer had to hide what we were.

          My docles slid into my arms and I sat up straight.

          “Sar, Sar.” I exclaimed, holding up my arm.

           “Holy crap.” She muttered, then smiled at me. “See, I knew you could do it.”

           I extended them then retracted them, the motion suddenly natural after they first retracted. It felt odd to say the least but my excitement at finally getting control of them drowned that out.

          “Now we can cuddle without worrying about me stabbing you.” I laughed, only half-joking.

          I’m response, Sar turned and grabbed me before falling backwards, pulling me against her chest. She rolled to one side and wrapped one wing around me.

        “Now you’re never escaping.” She joked, as she held me tightly.

        “I’m not complaining.” I muttered into her shoulder. 

         That lasted for a few minutes before I was drenched in sweat. Sar was really hot.

         “I’m complaining now.” I said. “Let me go.”

         “No.” She refused playfully, but folded her wing back. 

         I wriggled my arms so that they were against her side.

          “You wouldn’t dare.” She said.

         I laughed and began tickling her. She couldn’t stop laughing as she rolled onto her back and released her grip. I tickled her for a little longer before wriggling free, and stepping back.

         She picked herself up and dusted herself before glaring at me, spreading her wings slightly. “It’s on.”

          I extended my docles and got into a ready stance.

           “Oh no fair.” She gestured to my arms.

          I gestured to her wings in response. She rolled her eyes.

           “Fine.” She said as she lunged forwards. I brought up my arms to block her, but she reached around and started tickling me. I started laughing uncontrollably as we fell to the ground. I couldn’t get her back as we grappled on the forest floor. Eventually, Sar stopped when we were both panting and out of breath, and we went back to sitting by the fire.

          “One thing’s been on my kind for a while.” Sar admitted, speaking up suddenly. “How are you so tall when you’re half Kleptid? I mean you’re almost as tall as me and I’m half-dragon. We should have a bigger height difference.”

          I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe human height genes are just dominant over Kleptid genes. Why? Do you want to date someone half our size?”

         “Not half...” She muttered, then got a playful glint in her eyes. “All I’m saying is that if you were tiny it would be much easier to cuddle you to death.”

          “Oh no.” I said with faux-horror as I scooted back as she lunged for me again, wrapping her arms around me. I didn’t fight it though just relaxing into her hold. “Is it really that hard right now?”

         “I suppose not.” She muttered, as she pulled me back to the ground.

163.2 (still later yet) (still Cal’s perspective)

        I was out hunting when I heard a familiar sound, but one I hadn’t heard in a long time - the landing of a shuttle. I immediately forgot about the alien mammal I was chasing and quickly scaled a tree to see the shuttle flying down from orbit. It wasn’t marked with the HSO symbols. I had no idea if it was friend or foe. I just knew I needed to find Sar.

        I landed in a roll next to our campsite. Sar looked up at me registering my spooked appearance and lack of prey.

        “Hey, woah, Cal are you okay?” She asked, stepping closer to me.

         “I saw a shuttle. Didn’t recognize the symbols. It wasn’t HSO.” I painted out between breaths.

          “Hey, calm down, you’re fine okay. We’re fine. This could be our chance to get off this planet.” She reassured me, running one hand through my hair.

          I leveled out my breathing, calming under her touch, before it started rising again as my brain started asking questions. “What about - what if they - we are half-breeds?” I stammered.

       She slid her hands down to my shoulders and squeezed firmly. “Hey, it’s okay. I can shape shift and you can retract your docles now. We’ll be fine. We can pass as human.”

          I nodded and tried to calm myself. It was harder to retract my docles if I wasn’t relaxed. I managed to do it and pulled my sleeves down, only to see that they had large rips in them that revealed my docles. 

          “Relax Cal.” Sar said, pulling something out of her pockets. “We still have the remains of my shirt from when we had to bandage your arms. We can use those again.”

         I nodded, fighting to keep my breathing steady, and my docles retracted. Sar wrapped the fabric around them quickly and efficiently, hiding any sign that I wasn’t human.

         “Let’s go see if we can get off this planet.” Sar said, heading in the direction I came from. It didn’t take us long to find the shuttle, although I paused in the tree line. Sar placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

        “We got this.” She said and stepped into the clearing.

        The aliens were small scuttling around in four legs while using their arms to manage things. They reminded me of tiny centaurs if centaurs were covered in fur all over had feline like tails and ears, and were three feet tall.

        They spotted us and one rose up onto its hind legs giving it another foot of height. And asked us something in a strange chirping language I couldn’t understand.

       “Common tongue?” I asked hesitantly.

        “Why here?” The alien asked.

        “Stranded.” I answered.

        “Humans no like aliens.” They said, skeptically.

         “Not all.” I said. “We like.”

         “What you want?” They demanded, huffing.

        “Ride.”

        “You work. We give ride.” The alien offered. 

        “Much work?” Sar asked, wary.

        “Fair amount. During trip and stay.” The alien said. That sounded reasonable. I glanced at Sar and she nodded.

      I turned back to the alien. “We accept.”

      The alien chirped in what seemed to be joy and fell back down on its legs. “Come help. You big strong.”

        I nodded and followed the alien. That could’ve gone worse. 

[cooperjones2020]

What’s Past is Prologue, What to Come, pt. 4

Summary: He wanted to hit whoever made Betty cry. He wanted to hit Betty so she’d keep crying. Interrelated vignettes from Jughead Jones’s obsession with Betty Cooper. Dark!Jug, Creepy!Jug, Stalker!Jug, generally Sociopathic!Jug.

A/N: We’re ditching the Shakespeare. Instead, I leave you with this quote which is delightfully creepy out of context: “Since he longed to take possession of something deep inside them, he needed to slit them open” (Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, 215).

TW: implied child abuse (for this chapter specifically, check the other tags on ao3)

(parts one, two, and three)

ao3—>http://archiveofourown.org/works/11394858/chapters/26628525

By the time he stood across from her in the dusty classroom that housed five ancient PC monitors, two typewriters, and a microfiche reader, Jughead had given up fighting his obsession with Betty Cooper. He had given up fighting the way it hurt when she looked at Archie. He liked the hurt, liked the pain, liked the reminder he was alive.

When Betty and Archie seemed to be alright, after the disastrous night of the back to school dance, Jughead felt the embers in his stomach die down. But that ease of tensions came coupled with a new awareness of Betty. She seemed lighter to him. Not that she felt that way—he could still sometimes see her struggle with the ashes of her feelings, could see her face fall when she thought no one was looking. But the air around her seemed to be lighter, as if some of the threads that tied to her to Archie had been cut.

When he appeared in the doorway of the student newspaper office, he did so silently, so she didn’t notice him where she was bent over her work behind one of the ancient computer monitors. She wore a burgundy top today, new, one he hadn’t seen and that provided a marked contrast to her normal colour palette. He liked it. He liked the possibilities it represented.

“If print journalism is dead, what am I doing here?” he asked her, leaning against the doorway with one leg crossed over the other.

“The Blue and Gold isn’t dead, Juggie. It’s just dormant,” she replied, pressing her hands together in front of her heart, before running a finger along a dusty keyboard. “But waking up. You’re writing a novel, right? About Jason Blossom’s murder?”

“I am. Riverdale’s very own In Cold Blood.” He plucked a magnifying glass out of a pencil cup and held it up in front of him, looking at Betty through it.

“Which started out as a series of articles. I’m hoping you’ll come write for the Blue and Gold.” She looked so hopeful, so earnest and untouchable, he was a goner before he even walked in.

He tried anyway. “I just don’t think the school paper’s the right fit for my voice.”

“Juggie, Jason’s death changed Riverdale. People don’t wanna admit that, but it’s true. We all feel it. Nothing this bad was ever supposed to happen here, but it did. I wanna know why.” Every time she called him Juggie, his heart rate slowed down. It had been her nickname for him since they were kids and its effects were just as strong and just as addictive as morphine.

“Would I get complete freedom?” It was a feint, but he was interested in her answer.

“I-I’ll help and edit and suggest but it’s your story. It’s your voice.”

“Doesn’t sound like complete freedom but I’m in.”

“Okay, great. Um, in that case, I have your first assignment.” She did that thing with her hands again, like she was in an old episode of the Donna Reed Show and her body just couldn’t contain its joy. “There’s one person who was at the river on July 4th that no one’s talking about.”

“Dilton Doiley and his scouts.”

“Exactly.”

He brushed his thumb off his nose in gesture of camaraderie and conspiracy and turned to leave. He didn’t need complete freedom. He’d lost it long ago in any case. But, since the dance, and the night he and Archie had joined her and Veronica at Pop’s, he did need increasing access to Elizabeth Cooper.

We crave absolutes. They comfort us. But life is infinitely more complex than that. He was still attempting to untangle the threads that used to bind Betty to Archie when he discovered Archie and Grundy in the music classroom and it fucked everything up. It threw off his entire world axis in which Archie was deserving of Betty and he, Jughead, was not. Then, Betty found out about it. And with that, she threatened to slip back out of his control.

Closer access to Betty Cooper meant many things for Jughead Jones. It meant re-memorizing the smell of her hair and analyzing all the micro expressions that gave him insight into her moods. It meant resuming his game of guessing which underwear she was wearing that day, double points if he figured it out before he saw her bra strap.

It also meant seeing the places her enamel was wearing thin. After Dilton had left and they’d discussed the connotations of Archie being with Grundy at the river’s edge, Betty snapped a pencil in two with the force of the grip of her left hand. But she kept talking as if she hadn’t noticed.

He cut her off, “Betts, promise you’ll sleep on it before you go off the rails. We don’t know for sure what happened.”

She was staring at the cork board over his left shoulder. He could count the veins in the purplish skin beneath her eyes. He knew she wasn’t sleeping.

He slowly reached forward and unclenched her hand, removing the broken pencil pieces and brushing away the splinters that clung to her palm. She didn’t flinch, or even blink, when he touched her fresh half-moon cuts.

He wasn’t really sure how he wound up in a booth at Pop’s with Kevin and Veronica. He’d been typing away on his laptop, content as he was capable of being, when Betty walked in. Next thing he knew, he was ranting about the drive-in to a semi-captive audience. At least she’d bought him a burger again.

“The drive-in closing is just one more nail in the coffin that is Riverdale. No. Forget Riverdale. In the coffin of the American Dream. As the godfather of indie cinema, Quentin Tarantino, likes to say—”

“Please, God, no more Quentin Tarantino references,” Kevin cut him off.

“What? I’m pissed. And not just about losing my job. The Twilight Drive-In should mean something to us. People should be trying to save it.” The drive-in, the diner, the friendly neighborhood Hitchcock blonde to his right, all of the pieces of Riverdale that looked so great on paper. That, cliche as they were, kept him from sliding into the darkness that loomed.

Veronica interrupted his thoughts. “In this age of Netflix and VOD, do people really want to watch a movie in a car? I mean, who even goes there?”

“People who want to buy crack.” Trust the sheriff’s son to dismiss such an iconic emblem of working class Americana and Jughead right along with it.

“And cinephiles and car enthusiasts, right, Betts?” Betty knew what he was talking about, she knew what the drive-in meant to him.

“Totally.” But she wasn’t paying attention to him. He began tapping out a staccato rhythm with his foot.

“Anyway, it’s closing because the town owns it but didn’t invest in it. So when an anonymous buyer made Mayor McCoy an offer she couldn’t refuse—” Jughead stared out the window as he spoke.

“Anonymous buyer? What do they have to hide? No one cares.”

“I do. Also you guys should all come to closing night. I’m thinking American Graffiti. Or is that too obvious?” He directed it at the three of them, but he looked at Betty.

“I vote for anything starring Audrey Hepburn. Or Cate Blanchett.” Surprise, surprise.

“Or The Talented Mr. Ripley. Betty, your choices?”

“Everything okay, B?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just thinking. Um…Maybe Rebel Without a Cause?” Betty flicked her eyes at him and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling at her.

He turned his attention back to his dinner and contemplated the possibility that maybe one or two of the threads that used to connect Betty to Archie might now connect to him instead. He vaguely registered Veronica getting up and returning and the sound of the bell on the door jingling behind him.

“Now that’s an odd combo of people,” Kevin said.

Jughead and Betty both turned to look over their shoulders in one motion. It was Archie, Fred, and Grundy. Fuck. He glanced at Betty. Her mouth dropped open.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Betty, no. Don’t.” He made a half-hearted attempt to reach for her, his hand closing on empty air. He wanted to protect her, but what more could he do? She needed to snip the rest of the threads on her own. And truthfully? Archie needed a Betty Cooper-style kick in the ass.

Jughead grimaced at the two of them out of the window.

Again, Veronica’s voice intruded. “What’s happening out there? Do we know? Is it about me?”

Archie’s back was to him, but he could see the hurt and concern all over Betty’s beautiful face. “I have a strong inkling. And no. Also, I’d let it go.”

“Yes, but you’re you and I’m me. You do you, girl. I’ll be back.” He rolled his eyes at Veronica and settled lower in the booth.

“What was it like before she got here? I honestly cannot remember.”

Jughead didn’t respond. He sneered and ate the strawberry off Betty’s milkshake.

His final attempt to save the drive-in had been a bust. Mayor McCoy shot him down and even Fred wouldn’t help him. So, Rebel Without a Cause played to a full house. Of course. Nothing like nostalgia to pack them in.

Jughead watched from the projection room. She didn’t come. Whenever she came to the drive-in, she’d come up to the booth and drag him down to socialize for a while. Or she joined him up there with a blanket and some snacks.

He texted her, a little while after the movie started, but she didn’t respond.

She didn’t come.

The chill woke Jughead early the next morning. Indian summer had faded and no one had ever bothered to insulate the projection booth. He registered that he had a novel of a text from Betty sitting unread on his phone. He wasn’t ready to answer her yet.

He ate a stale pop tart and, from his seat next to the projector, he surveyed his dilapidated kingdom. A plastic bag blew across the empty lot. Discarded soda cans and spilled popcorn decorated the grass like some kind of fucked up Christmas tree.

When he could delay it no more, he stood to finish packing.

The Betty box had grown over the years. It took up more than half his backpack space, but he wouldn’t risk leaving it at the trailer. A drunk FP was an unpredictable FP.

Jughead watched the last reel finish winding then did a slow turn around the room that had been his only safe haven the past few months. He grabbed a shirt he’d missed packing, shoved it in his backpack, and, with an old photo of him and Jellybean in hand, closed the door.

He didn’t exactly need to add vandalism to his record, but seeing as Fred was the one tearing the drive-in down, he reckoned he was pretty safe. So he marked out “JUGHEAD JONES WUZ HERE” in black spray paint along with an outline of his crown on the side of the concession stand.

Then he tossed the can of spray paint away, to join the litter on the ground. When he turned to leave, FP was standing behind him. Jughead looked away so they wouldn’t make eye contact.

His father and the Serpents had been hanging around the drive-in for months, but he only sought him out when he hit the level of drunk of slurring his words and talking about reuniting their family. It was a little early, even for FP, but Jughead still didn’t want to talk to him.

When his father spoke though, his words were clear: “They’ll tear that booth down too. Raze the whole place, send it to the junkyard. And us with it.”

“Yeah. Or maybe they’ll save it. All the pieces. Store it in the town hall attic and rebuild it in a hundred years. Wonder who the hell we were.” The image made him smile. Then he remembered who he was talking to and cut his eyes away to frown at the ground.

“So where you gonna live now?”

“I’ll figure it out, Dad. I always do.” He just barely stopped himself from checking his dad with his bag as he walked past. That kind of aggression never worked out well for him with FP, and he didn’t need any more surprise injuries that needed explaining away to Betty.

[perpetual-destruction]

Chey's pov I walked in the door from work. It had been a long day and I was exhausted. It wasn't easy working these twelve hour days but I knew Ian wanted some stuff. I began to strip as soon as I made it through the threshold.  I could hear him in his room yelling about some combo he couldn't get exactly right. "Baby I'm home" I shouted. I began to walk to my room stopping by his to say hello when I realized he broke my number one rule. Rule # 1: clothes come off as soon as you are in the house. I went off before he could even get a word out. "DO YOU CARE TO TELL ME WHY YOU HAVE, YET AGAIN, FAILED TO FOLLOW THE RULES THAT YOU HAVE FOLLOWED FOR HOW LONG IAN? DO I NEED TO MAKE YOU A LIST AGAIN OR SHALL I MAKE YOU WRITE EACH ONE OF THEM DOWN 500 TIMES". I was furious and you could see it burning behind my black eyes. My small frame stood their in my favorite pair of lingerie; the ones I knew drove him crazy. Ian's pov I didn't think as I heard her come in. I needed to get this hand right if I wanted to win Atlanta. When I came in from school I dropped my shit and went straight to work, not thinking it was my second time this week that I had failed to follow the rules. I knew I was fucked as soon as I heard mommy's heals click down the hall. "Fuck" I spoke aloud before she started to scream. You could see she was pissed and my ass was gonna fucking get it before the night was over. It was entirely my fault. I knew she had a long ass day today and I still managed to fuck up. " I'm sorry Mommy. I'm sorry. I promise I won't do it again" I pleaded as I immediately jumped up and started taking my clothes off. Shirt first followed by my sweats. I knew once she had seen that I didn't wear boxers today that I was getting punished. I cowered away as she walked toward me. I could feel my cock twitch and start to harden. The black and pastel purple lace outfit that curved around her perfectly was my favorite. I could see hear laugh as she glanced at my cock. I was fucked. Chey's pov I laughed as you stripped and tried pleading for forgiveness. Like that was ever gonna get you anywhere. "Shut the fuck up. I don't wanna hear your bullshit apology. This is the second fucking time this week goddammit. You try to act like you're so good for Mommy but Mommy is fucking done with your shit you little brat. On your knees" I could see he was a little taken back for a moment and didn't process that he was given a direct order. His cock was standing at full attention now and it was absolutely adorable. "ON YOUR KNEES NOW OR ARE YOU TOO FUCKING STUPID TO UNDERSTAND SIMPLE COMMANDS" I stepped towards him, grabbing him by the hair and yanking him to his knees. As he is much larger than me, he knew when to comply considering I physically could not make him do anything he didn't want to. I gently took his glasses out from in front of his beautiful grey eyes, knowing that if I hit him with them on it would hurt more than intended. I sat them on the table next to me before slapping him across his face. "AND WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NOT WEARING BOXERS WITH SWEATS. IAN YOU GO TO A PUBLIC SCHOOL. YOU ARE AROUND GIRLS. TELL ME WHY YOU THINK ITS A SMART IDEA TO LET EVERYONE SEE YOUR FUCKING COCK? OH WAIT YOU'LL SHOW ANYONE WHO ASKS ANYWAYS" I hit him repeatedly until his face began to bruise. I squatted down to his eye level. Gently I took his chin in my hand and make him look at me. "You know Mommy didn't wanna have to punish you today baby" I spoke softly, not wanting to scare him anymore than I already have. He was always such a good boy and I know he's been stressed lately. I sat down and crossed my legs, motioning for him to do it with me. Caressing the side of his face I leaned in and lightly pressed little kisses all over where I had hit him. "Baby you know Mommy loves you with all her heart. I'm sorry I'm so harsh on you. I know you're stressed with everything that's going on and Mommy can't be home as much as she wants anymore. I have tomorrow off. You don't have to go to school. You can have Mommy all to yourself." I kissed his lips ever so softly and wiped the tears from under his eyes. Ian's pov I cried every time she got mad at me. I just wanted to cuddle into her chest and suck on her big beautiful breasts while she jerked me off. She could see my leaking cock but what she didn't realize is that I could smell how wet she was. It was intoxicating. I wanted to taste her so bad. I was thinking about everything I wanted to to to her when her hand came in contact with the side of my face. All of the drool that was sitting in my mouth was now sprayed all over the side of my sheet. I cried harder. I was a good boy for her..most of the time. I tried my best. She gets harsh when she's stressed and I know she's been saving up money to give me. I found it when I was snooping through her stuff but I would really get my ass kicked if she found out I was doing that. Rule # 7: don't snoop through mommy's stuff. With every slap that hit the left side of my face I could feel myself getting harder. It was pathetic. She started tearing up and apologizing. She only did this when she knew she was being too harsh. I did grabby hands when she pulled away from kissing me. "Mama.. c-can I suck on your chest?" I stuttered out. She motioned for me to come towards her. Letting me slip off her bra, she pulled me towards her. My leaking, throbbing cock was now laying on her inner thigh. I massaged and sucked on her soft boobs. By the way she tensed up when I touched her, I could tell they were sore. She let out small whimpers and began to play with my hair, making my cock twitch and throb more. She put one finger on my chin, making me look her in the eye. "When was the last time you came baby?" She asked. I gulped and thought for a second. It had been weeks and I was so sexually frustrated that I couldn't even wear anything the than sweats because the friction from the material made me almost cum in my pants. "About two weeks, Mommy...Please help I need to I can't take it any more. It's so sensitive. " I cried out praying that she would be forgiving. Rule # 3: no cumming without mommy's permission Chey's pov I could see my little baby struggling. I could hear the need in his voice as he begged me to help him. I knew it had been a while since I made him cum. I had been working so much it all just sucked. I needed to take some time off for him. I began to stroke his cock. Soon my hand became soaked with precum. It was obvious that he hadn't came in a while. You could tell by the way he involuntarily thrusted into my fist, the way his precum shot out of his tip, how he moaned for more. You could see how swollen his balls were. I leaned my head down and began to suck on them. Rubbing my thumb over his slit, making him almost scream. I licked and kissed up his shaft. Nibbling a bit, I put my tongue in his dickhole just as he liked before I took the tip of his cock in my mouth. Ian's pov "Oh fuck Mommy agh" I screamed out. Blushing like crazy and thrusting upwards against my will. She knew exactly what I liked. I trust myself into her throat as soon as she wrapped her pretty little lips around my cock. Grabbing her by the back of the head and forcing her little mouth open until all eight inches of me was in her and she was licking my balls. She drove me crazy but god did I love her. She was grinding her tiny wet little kitten on my leg. I could feel her little cunt dripping all over me, even through her panties. She was moaning and gagging around my cock. I pulled her head away so she didn't throw up on me. As much as I liked it, she was the one punishing me, not the other way around. She continued to hump my leg, I could feel her little clit throbbing. You could see she was close by the way she was shaking. "Mommy ride me please. We're both so close. I'll be a good boy, please I wanna bury myself in your dripping little kitty" I pulled her towards me, gently slipping off her panties off. She had kicked her heals off earlier, leaving her in just fishnet stockings. "Come here" I spoke softly and lightly sat her on my thick cock. She winced at how it stretched her little pussy but automatically began to bounce on me. Attaching her lips to my neck she covered me in hickeys. She put her hands back on my thighs, tilting her head back and moaning in complete euphoric pleasure. It was captivatingly beautiful. She pulled herself back to me, as she was shaking too hard to hold herself up any longer. I held her to my chest and thrust up into her. Pounding her g-spot as she dug her nails into my back, making me bleed. "Come on Mommy" I said softly as I caressed her hair "you can cum. Please cum on my cock Mommy" I could feel my orgasm sneaking up on me. She screamed out and drug her nails downwards, as her walls clenched around my cock. I lifted her off of me as she squirted all over my lower stomach and cock. As she went to pull away, I grabbed her by the throat. "Aww bitch you think you're done? How cute" I yanked her by the hair, nearly breaking her neck. "Spit in my hand slut" I barked and pulled her hair harder. She shook her head and whimpered. I cut off her breathing and made her look me in the eyes. "Whore you might wanna spit before I break this pretty little neck of yours" I whispered with a maniacal smile on my face. Slowly she spit in my palm. "Good little slut" I removed my hand from her neck and pulled her to a standing position. Making her look me in the eyes, I laughed and slapped her so hard with her own spit, she hit the adjacent wall. She crumpled into a ball at the base of it. I picked her off the ground solely by her hair. "How does it feel? Huh bitch? How does it feel to get knocked around by the person who "loves you more than anything"? You might be "Mommy" but I'm bigger." I slammed her head off of my knee until I felt blood drip from it. Laughing again, I violently shoved my length back into her as she went limp. "Agh fuck take that cock, take it" I growled, pounding away at her little kitten, as I held her by the throat and listened to the little whimpers she made. Soon I released my load into her fertile pussy, and continued to rape it deeper inside her until I got tired of her crying "Too much" She mumbled. "Bitch if you can still make noise it's not too much" Throwing her to the bed, I shoved my thick cock in her ass without lube. I hit her so hard on the back when she cried out that I knocked the wind out of her. I fucked her little ass until it bled and I wasn't sure if she was even alive anymore. Then again, in the moment I didn't care if she was or not. i came three more times in her until she no longer interested me. I walked out for a moment to clean myself off and pull some shorts on. Walking back to her just to rip her from the bed, pulling out a hand full of hair as she fell. You could see the tears streaming down as she tried to protect her face. I kicked her as hard as I could, earning a satisfying crack from her ribs. I bashed her already bleeding head off the corner of my nightstand. "Who's in control now? Huh "mommy"?" I taunted. I gagged her with my fingers. "Stop fucking crying. By the way your making a mess all over your thighs you enjoy this." I kneed her in the cunt and made her throw up on my hand before smearing it over her face. Looking in her eyes I could see the fear and innocence. It was cute but it could only mean one thing. Little space. Pulling her to my chest, I leaned her head into the crease if my neck. "You're okay, baby girl. Dada got you. Just breathe" I cooed and kissed her temple. Slowly rubbing her thighs that were definitely gonna bruise from me pounding her. "Love, let me sit you down. I can run a bath for us" she whined and clung to me as I stood, laying my darling on my bed. I covered her shaking figure with a hoodie that smelled like me. I walked out to the bathroom. Running a bath I put a few bubbles and spearmint essential oils in, just the way she likes it. I walked back into the room, stopping at the door way to observe at how tiny she looks. It was beautiful. She was covered in wounds and bruises. I could see her little kitten peaking out from under my hoodie. Cum and blood was leaking out of her. I had ruined her. As I walked over to her and wiped some of my cum off of her onto my finger before using it as lube to finger her ass with. She moaned and trust herself back onto my fingers. "Still such a slut for Daddy. Come on baby girl. We're gonna get you all cleaned up. Come here" I sucked my fingers clean before picking her up and carrying her to the bath. "I-I'm sorry for hitting you. I'm so sorry, Daddy " she cried as she lightly touched the bruises she left on my face. "Don't worry about it dork" I laughed "I'm use to it. A little bruising isn't gonna phase me" I kissed her tiny lips. "I might be covered in bruises but your tiny little fists can't do shit." I kissed her knuckles and pulled off her stockings before settling into the bath with her. I took a sponge and lightly began to scrub her left side. As I went to clean her princess part up, she got all shy, trying to hide her face in my chest. "Come on baby girl, I need to clean you up. Be good, let Dada do this he'll be quick." That's the thing. She was mommy a lot but I did cherish the times when she was a little. Times like these when I could take care of her. "Aww good girl" I whispered in her ear as she opened her legs for me. "Good girl. I love you" I praised. " I love you too" she mumbled. She was exhausted. You could see it written all over her. I kissed over her small frame. Washing her as I went along. "Close your eyes. We don't want soap in them" as she closed her pretty black orbs, I quickly washed the blood and vomit from her face and hair. "All done my little baby" She whined and grabbed for me as I got out. I wrapped a towel around my hips before wrapping her up in her own and carrying her bridal style back to her room. "I love you baby girl" I kissed her little lips. "Lets get you to sleep" Dropping the towels from both of us, I laid us down to sleep. "I love you too Dada. With all my heart" she whispered before passing out.