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taechaos · 3 years

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A Thriller Film

pairing: director!Jungkook x fem!Reader

genre: oneshot, yandere, smut

synopsis: Jungkook's life is his movies, but people don't know his movies are his life. As an anonymous director, no one can suspect him as the villain in a story, but he leaves a clue in his movie about you.

warnings: smoking, stalking, murder, solo masturbation, public fingering

word count: 5.4k

a/n: i don't know why i put so much effort into this but we love to see it flop 🥰

Smoking is bad, but there are worse things in life.

Jungkook noticed you for the first time when a cigarette was hanging off his lips, exhaling the stress from the process of organizing a new thriller film with a less than cooperative crew. Fresh out of high school, you were bright and skipping on the sidewalk in the early hours of the morning. What would such a young woman, applying for colleges left and right, be so happy about?

He didn't know you at the time, but looking at you was like a breath of fresh air. While he survived off of coffee and nicotine, you seemed to have a lot of happiness to share. Your smile was incompatible with his frown.

So he ignored you when you passed him with your earphones blasting a song so loud, he involuntarily caught the lyrics.

Fall... back... in... to... place.

The second time he saw you, he was smoking again and you were just as happy as the day before. How can someone be so in tune with themselves, with life? The same song played from your earphones, the one he listened to on repeat after searching up the lyrics: Space Song. An urge to approach you surged up in him, but he only watched you as you walked past him. A single glance from you was all it took to anticipate tomorrow.

Today, when he recognizes you from your clothing first; colorful, silky, gorgeous. So much personality in one outfit, a polar opposite to his casual black outfit in jeans and a plain shirt. Even your bag is eye-catching, and he flicked the ash off of his cigarette before nodding at you as you passed the bus stop, reaching the front of his studio.

Why did your eyes just widen? You acknowledge him with a friendly smile, and go on your merry way. That is until he lightly taps your shoulder, and you turn instantly.

"Hey," he greets before you can utter a word, "where are you always rushing off to?"

Your lips part in surprise; the man you secretly - guiltily - side-eyed for the past few days noticed you when you weren't looking? "I have an interview. Well, a few," you chuckle.

"For what?" he tilts his head curiously and takes another drag from his stick.

"Career counseling," you plainly reply, but it sounds enthused. "I'm a clueless graduate." Your hands clutch your tote bag before you discreetly check the time on your wrist. You're going to be running late soon.

"You interested in cinematography?" Smoke follows his words, but you aren't fazed.

"I'm interested in all forms of art, why?"

He notices you checking your watch again. "I'm a film director. This is my studio," he cranes his neck behind him. "You can apply for an internship here. Maybe for a stylist even," he points at your floral romper with his chin as his eyes trail.

You shift your weight on your left foot when his stare flusters you, and you consider his flattering suggestion for only a second before saying, "thank you for the offer, but I need to go now," you grimace sheepishly, "can I think about it?"

"Take your time," he reassures with a sly smile and inhales from his stick, filling his lungs with the sweet scent of your perfume alongside.

He doesn't look away when you walk off with a shy wave, entranced by your struts until he's called back in. It's with newfound inspiration that he's inside of his studio.

The storyboard of his upcoming project needs a few tweaks, and he doesn't fail in enhancing his crew with a different idea.

It’s been a week. Okay, it might’ve been shorter, but Jungkook is impatient. Besides, it didn’t help when he saw you holding hands with someone... so less than. It really baffled him to see you with a guy who wore such shabby clothes. He looks like the type that Jungkook would cast for a flop character.

The two of you are like a toy display across his studio in that cutesy, obnoxious café with a smoothie in the middle of your booth. He chuckles as he lights up another stick when he notices the two straws in the single cup. Cliché, cheesy, but cute in a childish sense. Your age shines through the amateur romance between you and that loser.

It especially shows when you look to the side with a laugh and lock eyes with him; so flustered that you gasp and focus back on your date. What makes you so shy about seeing him? You seemed so confident during your conversation two days ago.

He whistles when he notices a stray dog in an alleyway. You look at him as well but don't hear anything beyond the glass wall, but it catches his attention regardless. He whistles again before saying in a hushed voice, "come here girl." It's difficult to suppress a smile when you gaze at him questioningly, as if trying to decipher his words. "Naive little girl," he mouths as he smokes, "what are you doing with that boy?"

He almost chokes when you take out your wallet in front of a waiter; are you paying for him? That's why you ordered one drink - so you could share? Jungkook isn't cruel but, he finds it laughable that your boyfriend is so... unappealing. He can't help but wonder why you're with him; maybe his face? The boy is somewhat handsome, but he only has his facial features to go by. It's rather strange for Jungkook to think about this in the first place, so he gets back inside his workplace after harshly shooing the stray dog away with a stomp of his foot.

"I'd like to start my internship today."

Jungkook runs his eyes up and down your body while leaning against a brick wall. "Paid?"

"I-I'll do it for free. Besides, I don't know if I'll even work in this industry," you twiddle your fingers while smiling up at him. He intimidates you, but this morning you decided you did enough thinking and here you are, an aspiring stylist all of a sudden.

"Get inside," he nods at the door before stubbing his cigarette and following you to his studio. "You know what you're going to do?"

"I'm going to decide the outfits, right?" The place looks cozy to you, with its minimalistic interior design and blunt switch between the stories. The first floor is strictly for business, with lined up cameras, lights and a microphone. There is even a green screen! And the second floor seems to be more of a resting area with its couches and open laptops, but you can't make out much from the entrance. Jungkook starts walking ahead of you, making a beeline for the black stairs. You tail behind him and smile at anyone who notices you, which isn't a lot of people. It's not crowded.

"Right. We're still working on a storyline, haven't finished it yet so it's possible this project might not be published. You with me so far?" he glances at you, and at your firm nod, continues, "when we finish planning, scripting and shit, you come to play."

"So what do I do now?" you innocently inquire and watch him plop down on the red velvet couch. He clicks on the space of his keyboard to light up his screen.

"I have an idea for a character, and I want to know how you would design her," he vaguely explains as he scrolls through his document.

"You want me to sketch it or explain?"

"Let's hear you out first. Irene," he suddenly calls out loudly.

"Yes?" a female responds from downstairs. You see a woman with a grey cap look up at him, her attire nothing short of casual.

"Come here."

She skips a few steps while climbing up the stairs at his command. You're not awkward when you greet her, and she offers a coy smile.

"This girl - what did you say your name was?" he asks you. You tell him and he continues, "she's going to be our intern. I want you to critique her with me."

"What's she in for?" Irene asks before sitting across from him.

"Wardrobe stylist."

Her eyes widen as she takes a second look at you. Your style is definitely unique, but... immature. She has half the mind to not question Jungkook about his choice.

"Okay..." she trails. "I'm Irene, by the way. I'm going to be an executive producer for the upcoming film."

"Nice to meet you," you brightly chirp. "Sir?"

Jungkook smirks at your addressing of him. "Yes?"

"What is your name, if I may ask?"

"I'm Jeon Jungkook, but you may know me for my pen name Shin Dong-hyuk."

Your mouth falls open when you instantly recognize the name. "Wait, what? You directed My Time?" you incredulously wonder aloud.

My Time is a movie that took the world by a storm; it brought recognition to the whole country for its popularity and clever writing. You never knew the name was a pseudonym, however. It's a suspense genre, about the life of a crazed fanboy who is obsessed with a foreign celebrity. He stalks her on the internet, has a fanpage of her and pays a hefty amount of money to strangers to update him on her whereabouts. He's portrayed as a young college student in the story, and inevitably runs out of cash from reckless spending. When she gets into a dating scandal, he goes on a theft spree and flies out to meet and confront her. It ends with her murder when he finds her with another man in a hotel room, and he stabs himself in the heart afterwards. There are a bunch of clues that foreshadow his ending, from his family life to his friendships. It's an amazing thriller, and you researched his name in the credits to find more of his works after seeing the movie but to no avail; there is only one listed.

"That's me," he nonchalantly reveals as if he didn't just give you the shock of your life. "Don't tell anyone though, will you?"

You whimsically put on an imagery zipper over your mouth while trying to recover from your racing heart.

"I don't have a clear outline, but the female lead is going to be naive but charming. She has to stand out, alright? Happy, extraordinary, special."

"We didn't decide on that," Irene butts in with a displeased expression.

"I forgot to tell you, I deleted our previous plan."

"You did wh-"

"What do you think?" he turns to you as he ignores Irene's shrieks. "What color are you imagining?"

You feel nervous when he puts you on the spotlight after revealing his identity. You close your eyes with a deep inhale before answering, "I'm thinking red and green, like Christmas. There should be a hint of white as well."

Jungkook drinks in your outfit before grinning mischievously. "Perfect." All of your colors.

Stalking is bad, but there are worse things in life.

Is it such a bad idea to follow you home when it's dark out? He kept you for a long time in the studio, allowing you to dress up a mannequin with all sorts of costumes you had in mind in the backroom. He's certain you had fun with him when you left with a permanent grin on your face.

You live with your parents, and he knows for sure he's at least 5 years older than you. You look about 19, so he's assuming he's only 8 years older.

A small villa with windows all around, he observes, before glancing back at your bedroom. The lights are on and you're swinging your legs with excitement on your bed after you face planted on the mattress. He didn't see you greet your parents before running off to your room, and he can't help the smile growing on his face at your hyperactivity. It was like an instinct to walk you home in secret and he isn't sure why he is still watching you. He should look away when you get off of your bed and heave your shirt over your chest, but instead he steps away from the lamp post to hide from the light.

You're changing, and he can't take his eyes off of you. As if that wasn't enough, you unclasp your bra without even pulling the curtains. Do you know he's there? The thought excites him, and his pants begin to tighten around his crotch. He lowly whistles at you, but you don't hear him again. You do look outside for a few seconds while stretching your arms, however, and he's certain you have a connection to him.

He leaves when you put on your pajamas with the image of your bare tits imprinted on his mind. He doesn't head home first, as the studio is only a few minutes away from your home and he wants to leave you a gift.

When the familiar building enters his vision, he doesn't waste time in unlocking the door and switching on a single dim light. He rushes to the backroom after locking the entrance for a second time and unzips his jeans as he goes. You were here not too long ago, and he can pinpoint exactly where you stood while striding to each corner with purpose. Bending, crouching, leaning, doing just about anything to tease him.

Now that he can imagine your perky nipples realistically, he immediately takes out his length from his restraints and picks up a random handkerchief to pump himself with. He doesn't stop to think over his actions; he's acting on urges, on impulse. Never has he ever done something like this.

He's rather relaxed as he sits down on an idle stool to close his eyes and run his hand up and down his shaft. What he would do to press your tits against his cock while he slides it up and down, smearing his cum all over your lips while you sleep. You would swallow it without a second thought once he finishes in your gaping mouth, and wonder why there's a dull ache in your breasts the next morning.

His breaths grow shallow the faster he strokes himself, the more he thinks about using every part of you for his pleasure while you're knocked out cold. He involuntarily thrusts into the air while quiet moans slip out of his open mouth. Something about how taboo it would be to fuck you while you're unconscious turns him on so much. Would that be something you're into?

The handkerchief is so soft, so silky against his length, he can almost imagine it to be your hand. He starts twisting his hand around his cock, from the base to the tip as his other hand palms his balls before he begins to reach climax. Strings of cusses fall out of his mouth when he quickens his pace, the fabric against his skin resounding in his ears before he finally spurts out his cum into the cloth.

"Fuck," he exhales as he coats his makeshift glove with his release. White on white doesn't make much of a difference, and he's panting as he folds the handkerchief to rub it evenly so it sinks in completely.

He leaves it on the stool after zipping his pants, and his eyes twinkle under the moonlight on his journey home.

You aren't alone when you walk to work. Jungkook is taking his usual smoke break while watching you swing your interlocked hands back and forth with the guy next to you. Your smiles exude the same aura, and Jungkook sarcastically notes how compatible the two of you are. The boxy grin shines with the sun, but it doesn't hide the boy's worn out clothes.

"Good morning, Jungkook," you greet before introducing your boyfriend. "This is Taehyung, Taehyung meet Jungkook. I'm going to be under his wing until I decide my major."

"Hello, Taehyung," Jungkook coldly says before blowing smoke in his face.

Taehyung scrunches his nose before chirping, "hi!" He then turns to you and whispers, "I thought you wanted to study medicine."

You shake your head dismissively with a light laugh before responding, "it's just an internship." You let go of his hand and bid farewell with a peck on his cheek before going inside the studio.

"Well, have a good day," Taehyung smiles as he's about to leave before Jungkook holds out his hand to block the way.

"Taehyung, who is your girlfriend?"

"Um," he furrows his brows before saying your name.

"And who are you?"

At Jungkook's blunt question, Taehyung pauses and takes a step back. "What do you mean? Like my full name?"

"No, who the fuck are you? What is your contribution to society? What do you do for a living? What are you wearing?"

"Sir, I-" Taehyung's stammering is cut short when Jungkook asks, "how much money for you to stop leeching off of her?"

He scoffs, "excuse me? I'm not leeching off of anyone, and I'm sure as hell not breaking up with her for your money." Taehyung's face heats up from the shameless confrontation, and he starts walking in the opposite direction.

"So you're not going to leave her?"

Taehyung doesn't turn to look at him as he emphasizes, "no."

"Good."

He abruptly stops in his tracks. "What?"

"Your dedication is admirable," Jungkook comments with a shrug. "I'm satisfied with your answer."

"Were you testing me?"

"Bingo."

He starts chuckling before shaking his head. "I always knew directors were crazy; you scared me for a second."

"Where you headed now?" Jungkook smoothly switches the subject, but notes the fact that you've spoken about him to your boyfriend.

"I have a farm two blocks away." When Jungkook raises a brow, he explains, "I stayed the night with her, so I decided to drop her off before leaving."

"Want me to drop you off?"

It's a kind offer, really, but Taehyung is still put off by the insults thrown his way just a minute ago. Doesn't he have work to do anyway? "That's alright, thank you, but I'll just take the bus. Have a good one, Jungkook."

Jungkook doesn't stop him as they both wave goodbye. He doesn't bother putting out his cigarette before going inside.

Where would be a farm only two blocks away from the city center? It has to be a lie.

You're wandering around the place as to not awkwardly wait for Jungkook who sharply inhales at the sight. He calls your name.

"Yes?"

"What do you want to become?"

"I," you look at him funny with a laugh, "I still don't know."

"Then take a gap year."

Your brows shoot up to your hairline. "Why?"

"I want you to be invested in this project completely. Once the planning is finished, I'll give you a salary. What do you think?"

He's asking you to work full-time for him. Not as an intern, but an employee and you are beyond willing after only being here for two days. He's a famous director; how can one pass up this opportunity?

"I'd love that."

You noticed that Jungkook has a very unique way of working. You've heard that he's been keeping his crew until late at night, already having an outline for his plot and he's moved onto screenwriting. He apparently disappears randomly throughout the evening after you leave, and you've had some different experiences with him of your own.

He asked you to steal from the wardrobe of his backroom. "Take everything that you'd wear," he said before stepping out of the room.

When you confusedly compiled all of the clothes that caught your eye under your arm, he took them from you and brought them upstairs with a huge grin. "Keep that one," he pointed at the handkerchief you thought about lacing your neck with.

Taehyung's quiet with you. He doesn't respond to your texts, doesn't call you, doesn't come over. You're too busy spending time with Jungkook to check up on him, and it serves as a well distraction when you keep glancing at your notifications. It hurts, especially when your wallpaper is a picture of you and him. It hurts because he isn't with you in your proudest moments when you were with him even at his parents' funeral.

The only thing keeping you happy is casting. Jungkook asked you to make a list of all the actors that would suit his characters after giving you a vague description of their traits. The budget isn't an issue, and you're having so much fun. He makes you forget your worries without even trying.

Jungkook intimidates you, but he's so lovely.

A mere "aspiring" stylist is casting actors for a movie. How many people can brag about that? You almost stumble on the stairs as you quickly climb up with Jungkook's laptop in your hands. He gave it to you for research purposes as he drew a rough storyboard with Irene.

"I made a list," you exclaim brightly. Heads shoot in your direction and you sheepishly grin at your volume. Jungkook's eyes linger on your covered neck; it's almost like a collar.

He whistles and beckons you to sit next to him. You obey and anxiously present your list to the professionals; you have no idea how to go on about this task, and no one guided you. You're certain you look utterly amateur in front of them.

Irene is inspecting your list without hinting her thoughts as Jungkook asks, "who are your favorites?"

"Well, I think Kim Namjoon is um, suitable for the male lead's role and Joy-"

"It's decided then," he claps his hands twice without hearing out Irene who scowls at him.

"You're not cooperating with us," she voices in a complaint, "why are you always calling the shots on your own? These are major decisions-"

"Ms. Bae, don't take any offence now. I'm taking your opinions into accounts when I make these decisions. Unless you have an issue with something, let's not dwell on this, hm?"

She sighs as you stand there awkwardly. She's upset, but stays silent.

"The two leads are Kim Namjoon and Park Soo-young. The team will decide the rest of the cast, thank you," he informs you with a ghost of a smile.

"Of course," you breathe.

You don't know how long it is supposed to take to shoot a film, but surely it's not this fast paced. Jungkook is relentless with his production; there are hardly any breaks in between takes. There are bags under his eyes from pulling all nighters to work on his scripts.

He is a perfectionist and a hard worker, as you've come to find out. You feel bad for the amount of times the actors recited their lines when they didn't capture a scene right in Jungkook's eyes. It was an honor for you to meet these famous people beyond a screen, and you were strictly ordered to do Joy's makeup only. You are her stylist, but the professional one does help you after she's finished with Namjoon's.

"Cut," Jungkook says into the speaker. You're located in a rented mansion outside of the city, but you can't enjoy it when everyone is so stressed. "Start over from line "he's leeching off of you"."

Even actors can't hide their annoyance from having to do a 25th take of one scene. Jungkook pays them enough to go on with this torture however, so they have no room to complain.

They start over and you force yourself to watch them again and again.

"Oh my god, cut!" You can hardly resist groaning yourself. Everyone on set is overworked, and you know the director has it the worst, but it's overwhelming you too at this point. You flinch when your name is called. "Act Joy's lines, will you?"

"Me?" you point at yourself in surprise.

"Go ahead," he urges with a nod.

You have no idea how to act, and it's nervewracking having to do it in front of A-listers. You pick up the script handed to you from another woman and start reading:

"He's not leeching off of me," you pause to inhale shakily; your hands tremble from the heavy stares on you.

"I'm his family, the only one he has left. No one would know if he was gone, and he trusts me to look after him without having to dangle a dollar bill over his head."

This goes on until the final scene, and the retakes cut down to half.

A few months pass, and it is time for the premiere. The movie, simply titled Pretty Girl, easily got a green light for display in theatres, and it's been heavily promoted on YouTube and TV. You are excited to your core, and watching the celebrities walk the red carpet was a first for you. Jungkook easily blends in with the crowd as he once again didn't reveal his real name in the credits, but his pen name is gaining more and more recognition. You have never seen the movie throughout the editing procedure, but you can't wait to see everyone's efforts show on the big screen.

You're dressed fancily because Jungkook asked you to go with him, and the two of you are sitting in the crowded theatre with not a single empty seat to be seen. Even the entrance is decorated in retro style to fit in with the movie's theme! The jazz music playing in the halls reaches your ears, and your knees are bouncing in anticipation of the movie. Jungkook is smiling as he listens to you ramble.

"I can't believe I played a part in this whole project!" you gush with shaking fists. "I met the best director I know, and I worked for him! This all feels like a dream... No one even likes my style, and yet I became a stylist!"

"I love your style," he denies, "even now you have all the attention in the room."

"Pfft," you roll your eyes playfully, "they all think I must look weird. I tried to wear something classy so I don't stand out, but it hasn't been working out."

"Keep it that way, you're beautiful like this."

Heat creeps up to your cheeks at his compliment and you squeak, "thank you."

He doesn't get to relish your flustered state as everyone goes quiet once the movie starts.

The time period is unclear, as the language is modern but the filter is black and white. The first scene is in a bar, a man in a suit eyeing a woman with a date who is an outcast with his clothes. They're washed out and ugly, but he looks handsome with his dazzling smile at the woman.

An involuntary grin spreads across your face when you hear their dialogue.

"I want to touch someone's shoulder to see how they react. Did you see how they looked at me when I walked in here? I think they think I'm your sugar baby or something," Jimin's character jokes with a laugh.

"I know! They're all so boujee, but I'm willing to be your mommy without sugar," Joy winks. They have fun until Jimin leaves to the bathroom and Namjoon's character approaches her, who has been staring at her ever since they walked in. Joy is offered a modeling career, and she accepts after she's told that her fashion only works with her because of how beautiful she is. She's bashful when Namjoon gives her a business card.

Jungkook's film is only over an hour long, but everything is timed so perfectly. His directory is straightforward, and you admire his work until a song comes on.

"That's my favorite song!" you whisper into his ear. It's Space Song by Beach House.

"Mine too," he whispers back.

There are montages of photo shoots, Joy's rise to fame in the modeling industry, but the trouble is Jimin, her boyfriend. Namjoon confronts him one day when Jimin drops her off to her new workplace.

"How can someone so poor be able to court a woman like her?" he asks rhetorically.

"Excuse me, Sir?" Jimin is offended until Namjoon laughs it off and reveals it was a joke. The audience sighs in relief, and all is fun and games until Jimin is brutally murdered next to a dumpster. You gasp at the gore scene and glance at Jungkook, until something dawns on you.

The story is starting to sound familiar. Was this movie inspired by your encounters? Your eyes light up as you give your utmost attention to the movie. The line between reality and fiction is beginning to blur.

Joy goes to Namjoon's house, where the dialogue you first reenacted comes to play. The shots are gorgeous, the script filled with metaphors on poverty and currency, and the romance is sickly sweet. There is a sex scene not long after... Joy forgets all about her boyfriend in the snap of Namjoon's fingers.

You tilt your head when you remember Taehyung. Where is he? How come your boyfriend didn't even show up to this life-changing experience?

Jungkook's hand slides over your thigh out of nowhere, as he murmurs, "do you mind?"

You stammer when his fingers reach under your dress to poke at your panties. "S-Sorry?"

"I said," he grazes your folds as you tense at the feather light touch, "do you mind if I touch you, pretty girl?"

Your chest heaves as your lashes flutter in a daze, but you nod nonetheless. His low raspy voice already has you clenching your thighs, unintentionally trapping his hand against your pussy. He's gentle, almost curious with the way he runs his fingers over your silky underwear before he moves it to the side. You're shivering with delight and thrill, and you don't take your eyes off of each other as he begins to flick your clit carelessly.

"Looks so pretty on you," he compliments the makeshift choker on your neck. It's his handkerchief you wore for the occasion, unaware that it's dried with cum. He pulls on the knot like it's a collar, and you're entranced. Your pants fan his lips at the close proximity, and he doesn't shy away from slotting his mouth against yours. You quietly moan into the kiss when his thumb starts to rub your clit, and his long finger pokes at your entrance.

"You mind?" he murmurs against your lips, his words slightly slurred as he doesn't stop kissing you. The wet noises are drowned out by the loud volume of the movie, but you can't focus on what's going on.

"I don't," you breathe before he slips in two fingers, exploring your walls with precision. He's multitasking as he circles your sensitive clit, and you're not very experienced in regards to sexual encounters but your hand lands on his hard-on anyway.

"Don't be shy," he chuckles into your neck, "touch it."

You don't know what you're doing when you slip your hand under his pants and palm him over his briefs, but his sigh is encouraging you. You're touching each other in a room of 100 people.

It's embarrassing when his free hand joins yours to help you touch him while simultaneously fingering you. He must have sensed your lack of confidence, because he starts to stroke his erection over your hand. You start to imagine his fingers as the real thing, and with your particularly low stamina, have a hard time suppressing your whines.

"Kiss my neck," he suggests as a solution to your nibbling. You didn't even realize your nether lip is bleeding from how hard you were biting on it. You bury your head in his shoulder and start pecking his neck. He holds back a laugh at how shy you're being, and he feels proud for predicting this moment perfectly in the movie. Joy is having the time of her life with Namjoon, unaware of Jimin decaying in the attic.

He quickens his pace in your cunt, and you bite him rather harshly at the sensation. He hisses with a chuckle; he likes it when you're impulsive. He can pick up the squelches from his thrusts because of how wet you are, and you climax all over his fingers in a matter of seconds with a whimper. You're twitching in your seat, and your hand strokes him faster but he stops you.

"In my studio," he says and you nod tiredly against his shoulder. The issue isn't that he doesn't want to cum in his pants, but the movie needs to become reality. He wants to fuck you on that one stool, with Taehyung's corpse decomposing in the backroom.

Jungkook always adds a pinch of fiction to his stories, but they're mostly based on true events. If you paid attention to the ending, maybe you would've realized that.

Lying is bad, but there are worse things in life.

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Crisco 129: Dystopian Sansby Dream AU-pt 6

Papyrus fell asleep with his head on the kitchen table. Grillbz picked him up to carry him upstairs and he cringed and whined, then wrapped his arms about Grillbz’ neck.

Grillbz stood outside in the hall with his arms crossed while Sans helped Papyrus change into an old set of pajamas. Sans laughed. “Geez bro, you have grown.” Papyrus had said it was alright for him to spend the night. Someone would be there to pick him up in the morning. Papyrus asked something, and Sans said “I’ll be back, just wanna say g’night to Grillb.” The door swung open. Sans looked up at him. After considering for a moment Grillbz picked him up, swung him across the hallway into his room and stood him on the side of his bed. Sans raised his brow ridges. “Slow down hot stuff, you haven’t even seduced me yet.” “He’s staying?” “Yes.” “Good.” “Good?” “I agree.” “Yeah. Good. I was worried you uh… I dunno, you looked worried earlier.” “I am. Sans, remember something for me.” “Kay?” “He’ll always be your brother, but he’s not the same person he was when he left here.” Sans forced himself to absorb this and nodded. “Yeah I know. Thanks.” “I don’t understand why you’re thanking me, but you’re welcome.” He kissed Sans on the nasal bone and lifted him onto the floor. “See you in the morning.”

In the morning when Sans slid out of bed Papyrus was instantly awake. “WHAt timE Is iT?” “Early, I just need to do some prep. Go back to sleep.” “IN youR pAjAmaS?” “Huh? Yeah, why’d I get dressed any sooner than I have to? Heh.” “BROTher you arE inSufFeraBlE.”

Sans went downstairs to the kitchen before teleporting, just in case Papyrus was listening to his footsteps. This was part of his morning ritual now, he reflected darkly.

Starting up went smoothly. The old lady asked about his ‘Lovely Warm Friend.’ He gave a brief answer and she immediately shot back

>What’s wrong?

>nothin >I do have something else to tell you though.

>Well, don’t leave me in suspense.

>my brother’s back.

>Oh! That’s wonderful, is he alright?

>I can’t tell. yes? he’s the same guy.

>No he isn’t. Nobody is ever always the same. >Excuse the grammar, that was a bit off.

>he’s in the guard so that’s a thing now.

>Oh God. >Has he talked much?

>no. not yet. he was tired.

>Keep an eye on him and tell me what he sounds like, will you?

>his voice seems different.

>That makes sense.

Sans started to type, pulled his hands back and ran his fingers through each other, then bit one knuckle reflectively.

>do you know what they did to him?

>Obviously I wasn’t there, but I would guess they gave him the usual treatment. He’ll be a mess, he’s had all his thoughts ripped out and fed back to him with the Confederation stamp on them. Be gentle with him, OK? But don’t trust him, not until you’re absolutely certain. Different people take it different ways and there’s no way to know, absolutely no way, until it happens.

>thanks.

>Oh dear look at that I’ve blabbed for too long, play the music! >From what you’ve told me he’s a strong boy. I’m sure he’ll be alright eventually. Just don’t rush him, and don’t do anything foolish.

>aye-aye. music is go.

Sans listened for the day’s song, still flexing his fingers tensely. When the music started, the first few notes were so soft that he almost didn’t notice them. It was piano music, a haunting, sleepy tune that rose and fell in gentle waves like the waves on a pond. Sans smiled and leaned back in his chair.

>Debussy, Reverie. Tell me how your friend likes it.

>will do, thanks so much. It’s pretty.

Sans wasn’t sure where to teleport. Papyrus might still be in his room. If he’d left, where might he be? After a moment of consideration, Sans came to a decision, closed his eyes, and teleported into Grillbz’ room. It was very quiet. He opened his eyes. He peeked into the hallway and found his room door neatly closed. Voices came from the direction of the kitchen. Sans started down the stairs and then ran back, realizing he hadn’t changed. So Papyrus was with Grillbz—oh. He’d missed the broadcast. Sans brushed aside his sadness and changed as quickly as he could.

“SANS!” said Papyrus as soon as he walked into the kitchen. He looked like he hadn’t slept well, Sans thought. “Mornin’ bro. S’good to see you.” “GrillbZ toLD me I shoUlD Stay wiTh You?” “Were you planning on leaving? I mean, I won’t stop you if you want to, but I’d rather you not. You just got back.” “welL AlrighT. I, I gueSs It’s oK? i’ll neEd to ChEck.” “Naturally,” said Grillbz, beginning to flip a row of eggs. “How many for you, Sans?” “Two.” “Boring.” Grillbz finished flipping the eggs, and reached for two more. “He eaTs too much,” remarked Papyrus, then flinched. “I’M sorRY! I MeAN I Don’T CAre, iT doESn��T mATTeR?” Grillbz laughed and shrugged. “I mean you’re not wrong.”

There was a brisk and unnecessarily loud knock on their door while they were cleaning up from breakfast. It was Undyne, and Sans was instantly relieved. He didn’t know her very well, but he’d heard good things. She was a Captain, the highest-ranking Monster in the Guard, and she was obsessed with ‘order,’ constantly saying that things would be better for everyone if the humans and monsters could just cooperate. She seemed to believe it too. Possibly a bit insane, but it wasn’t a bad kind. She held her monsters to a high standard but as long as they lived up to it she didn’t abuse them. She talked with them briefly, and brushed off Papyrus’ questions about staying with Sans and Grillbz with a “yeah I kinda figured.” “So it’S oKAy?” “Yep. Come along, kid.”

They watched the two of them leave, Papyrus trotting at Undyne’s heels, occasionally looking back at them. Grillbz rested a hand on Sans’ shoulder, pulling him close. “I missed the broadcast,” he said regretfully. “Heh.” “...I didn’t tell him.” “I know. I never meant to.” “No, not about that, about us.” “What about—oh. Oh geez. Oh yeah. I should probably tell him.” “You’ll do it?” “Yeah I should, heh, I’m his brother. Oh man. What do I say?” “Hm. ‘Hey, Papyrus, your two favorite people fell in love while you were gone.’?” “...I don’t know if I can say that.” “Why not?” Sans looked up at him and grinned. “Eh don’t get me wrong egg-warmer, I’m not ashamed of you, I just.. dunno how to explain that to Papyrus.” “He’s not a child, Sans.” “I know! I just can’t imagine looking him in the face and aaagh. Telling him. It’s not something I’ve done before. Give me a couple days to get used to it, I’m still adjusting to him being back, and now I have to think of what to say.” Grillbz kneaded his shoulder, smiling. “Alright.” His smile darkened. “...you may have a point, it might upset him to find out too quickly. He needs to feel comfortable first.” “So no smoochies in front of the lil bro.” “...I would assume not? Why, were you planning on it?” “Not particularly, no, but I can put ‘gross out Papyrus with PDA’ on my bucket list if you’d like.” “Our bucket list, hopefully, assuming you don’t go find some other PDA partner.” “As if. You are literally the hottest guy I know.” Grillbz gave a disappointed sigh, but he was grinning.

It took Sans more than a couple days. They adjusted quickly to having a household of three again. Papyrus was out on patrol most days, sometimes into the night, but it was good to have him back when he was there, although he seemed nervous and flighty. Sans hoped he’d be able to calm down soon. He didn’t know how to help him.

Sunday he was out on his usual buying run, chatting with Lucy—a fluffy white dog he’d known since they moved to Twelve—when he noticed one of the human Guards staring at him. He was standing with Markin, one of the regulars at the cafe, but Sans barely recognized him. He’d been there once or twice, maybe, he thought, with others. He mentally ran over what he’d been saying to Lucy, trying to decide if he’d said anything risky. No, it had all been completely innocuous. “Y’think they’re watching me?” he said quietly, slipping it in at the end of an anecdote about the annoying crows that had moved into the neon letters of the noodle house. Lucy laughed and nodded, not missing a beat. “Oh yes.” “Cool. Thanks—I’d better get back, then, before I start dropping eggs, Gribz might not be eggstatic about that. Seeya.” He slung his carry strap over his shoulder and started down the street with his load thumping against his femur. The air was smoky with a haze of dust particles from the plains beyond the fence mixed with ice and freezing steam which hung sluggishly in the cold air. He wondered if they were following him. If they were, the best thing he could do would be to pretend he didn’t know. He couldn’t teleport. They’d catch up with him eventually, and then they’d know he had magic and things would be ten times worse for him. He kept walking at a slow, easy pace. He was about fifty yards down the street, and starting to hope he was OK, when two taller forms appeared close behind him. He stopped and glanced up at Markin, smiling. “Heya.” “You’re under arrest.” “Ah geez, really?” He set his bags down and tried to think of a handcuffs joke to distract himself from his rising panic.

It was late evening when Papyrus knocked on the door to the cafe, and it opened almost immediately. Grillbz wasn’t looking at his face at first, more at the level of his lower ribcage, then he looked up, visibly disappointed. “Oh. Hello.” He stepped aside and Papyrus silently came inside, feeling shamed. “Did you see Sans?” asked Grillbz, and Papyrus forgot everything else. “nO. He’S NoT bACk YEt?” Grillbz shook his head. “He’s been gone for more than four hours.” Papyrus stared. Grillbz forced a faint chuckle. “He’s probably talking to someone, he... loves to talk.” Papyrus didn’t say anything to this. A moment later, they both jumped at a knock on the door. It was Lucy. “Did Sans get back?” she asked. “No,” said Grillbz, “Why, did you see him?” “Yes, I was talking to him before he started back, but that was hours ago. Some of the humans were looking at him funny.” “Humans. What kind of humans, kid punks or Guards?” “Guards.” Grillbz made a distracted motion with his hand, then turned and half-sprinted into the back. Papyrus was staring at Lucy. “thEy ToOK HiM?” “I mean..” she wrung her paws. “I don’t know? I didn’t see, I was trying to keep an eye on them but then they disappeared while I wasn’t looking. It did look like they were following him. And, I don’t know where else he’d be...” Grillbz reappeared, yanking his coat on over his arms, and blazed past them out into the night, leaving Papyrus with a vacant look and Lucy shouting “where are you going?!”

He didn’t know. He didn’t know where they had taken him, and if he did, what would he do, go stand outside a window and get shot? But he stayed outside, searching every street Sans might have taken in case he’d just sidetracked and gotten delayed somehow, until his body ached with the cold, then slowly headed back, telling himself Sans might be there, with Papyrus, safe. Not alone and completely cut off from help and abandoned in some darkened cell where he’d never find him. When he got back the cafe lights were still on. Papyrus was sitting in a corner, staring down at his hands, which were folded on the tabletop in front of him. Grillbz shut the lights off and coaxed him upstairs.

A/N: it’s ALMOST done finally! I think maybe one more chapter-thing? I was not planning for this to turn into this long drawn out project I was just gonna finish it quick... just like all my other WIPs hahaha...ha... *sweats* c’est la vie

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perfectackeracy · 7 years

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Shingeki no Kyojin chapter 97 review (+ theories)

What a chapter!

This one packs several points of view and not just Reiner’s. In fact, Reiner’s occupied a good half of the chapter and even then, it was divided into several segments. This one is so content heavy it’s going to be hard to make a brief post. But at least the quality was overall better than last month.

This chapter closed the flashbacks of Reiner, Bertolt and Annie infiltrating the walls till Trost’s attack and introduced the main actor of the Liberio festival: the head of the Tybur clan, Willy Tybur. In the meantime, Falco met that strange amputee who revealed himself to be Eren under a fake name, further leading to the possibility of a scenario where the world declaration is going to get sabotaged, making it the most explosive moment of Marley arc. With chapter 98 being the last chapter of volume 24, either something big ought to happen or mark the beginning of a new sub-arc.

While I’m having an idea of what might happen in the future, the picture isn’t exactly clear in my mind, knowing there’s new plot holes that need to be resolved: the ones I addressed in the past and the new ones opening themselves in this chapter.

Follow me under the cut!

Before Wall Rose gets breached

Reiner’s suicide attempt

Eren and Falco

Willy Tybur

What next?

Starting with a short WTF CR: all those grammar mistakes. Looks like they’re rushing their translation as always. Good think Kodansha checks the panels.

Before Wall Rose gets breached

The plan aiming to breach Wall Rose - Ch. 97

The chapter starts with Annie, at 16, gathering intel from her nights in the capital. Despite joining the training ground, she never stopped collecting information. That explains the slacker attitude she put up during training and furthermore her annoyance over Reiner, since she’s the one collecting what Marley needs while Reiner and Bertolt do buddy-buddy with the trainees. Combined to the military training, Annie does the double of the work.

Last chapter showed she was the only one to enter the capital. @plain-dude’s correction here clarified it was because she could enter it as the Female Titan, implying she didn’t take the classical route. This chapter confirms she goes through sewers to find a path. That must be tiresome when it goes on 5 years, while smashing the gates only takes a couple of minutes.

Annie also experienced her second Ackerterror. Despite escaping Kenny, she still fears what he might do to her in the future. She further adds it’s because of Kenny she’d rather keep her distances within the MP. Even when Eren was revealed to be their target, she still picked the MP as her branch. Probably because she couldn’t stand Reiner’s warrior motto anymore, and she was getting used to the interior, her element. This chapter nails Annie as this character who keep pushing everything away so she can retreat herself in a safer position, from Reiner’s direction against Marley’s trial, the interior against the training grounds and the SL, to the crystal against death and torture by Paradis’ forces.

Annie and Reiner’s relationship - Ch. 97

Annie and Reiner’s relationship is still as sour as ever. I wonder if Reiner being harsh with his words doesn’t come as a payback for how Annie almost broke his face and spirit. One thing is sure, she only told him to keep his distances. Not even cooperation brought them close, but Reiner did apologize for his behavior and Annie warned him about his new friends dying under the assault, just in case.

P.S.: No matter how much you look at it, their interaction was golden:

Annie’s terrible sense of humor - Ch. 97

You also have Bertolt looking at them in the background, probably wanting the two of them to stop fighting but not knowing what to do. The conflict between the two of them makes him uneasy and was powerless from the start to stop them.

“The Hanged Man“ - Ch. 97

And Bertolt is the one with seer superpowers considering the pose he made the morning Annie came back was nothing else but “The Hanged Man”.

I’m perplexed about the meaning of this card, or anything related to tarot and astrology, so I’ll try to see what I can flesh out according to external sources. I think it’s best to dedicate a whole post apart for Bertolt and that card, but there’s definitely some similarities between the meaning of The Hanged Man and Bertolt’s character arc; particularly in the terms of letting go (his defeatist attitude), suspension (his abilities as a marksman, a living nuclear bomb, his blowing but late development, him telling Reiner and Annie his recurring dream in this chapter…) and sacrifice (Reiner against the mission). We also don’t know if it’s a message meant for the general population, because description says, “We “win” by surrending”, which would end Paradis’ history for good if they just handled the Funding Titan, ensuring (mainland) Eldians’ future.

Bertolt’s dream - Ch. 97

Furthermore, it could mean Bertolt simply has trouble letting go of the past, considering he keeps dreaming about the hanged man, or Marco when their deaths have been left aside for a very long time. I wrote more about the hanged man here and here, but there’s a chance that Reiner and Annie have hanged this man themselves, so Reiner could absolve Bertolt from the guilt of achieving somebody already under mercy.

Reiner waking Bertolt up - Ch. 97

Do I need to mention how sweet Reiner is when he wakes Bertolt up? He really puts Bertolt on another level compared to Annie: praising him when he breaks the wall, never looking at him right in the eyes when he’s reproaching him something, never gets tasked with “the dirty work”…

As expected, Reiner had no choice but to go on with his plans to break each wall till the Founder shows itself. Even with a good panel of data, he still wants to accomplish the main goal. Little does he know the following events at Trost is settling him on a path of regrets over the mistakes on the trainee days…

Reiner’s suicide attempt

Reiner trying to kill himself - Ch. 97

This is without question, the most disturbing panel of the chapter, and the moment where we return to the present, cut between moments where Reiner remembers the most disturbing moments of his chronology and that scene where he helps Eren.

First, we all know Reiner’s mind deteriorated since he came back from Paradis alone: he lost weight (12 kg), became distant, risks his life in battles and stays close to the kids when he can. Hell, it may not even be his first tentative, but hearing him going back in Paradis triggered something within him: a long story of failures and deceptions. That’s how we’re seeing Reiner’s life scrolling as he realized he should’ve stayed distant with those cadets.

The comparison between Eren and Reiner and Bertolt and Reiner - Ch. 97 & 94

The conversation between him and Eren is oddly reminiscent of him and Bertolt in the past. The moment where Eren kneels complaining about how he’ll die unaccomplished makes Reiner click with him. That scene also shows the advice Reiner could’ve given to his younger self, now that he’s older. Despite being dragged into the mud, Reiner never gave up and kept moving forward at the expense of his own sanity. The advice he’s giving to Eren underlines their common point: moving forward. That adds even more fuel to the fire when Reiner happens to be the Armored Titan, because everything Reiner told him turned out to be sour. In return, Reiner wished he never told him those words.

Unlike Reiner however, Bertolt tried to make Reiner think about his choices, arguing how short his life would become, whereas Reiner believed in Eren’s capacity to kill all the titans.

Reiner and Bertolt’s last goodbye - Ch. 97

It’s not a coincidence the last panels of Reiner’s life are about him seeing Bertolt for the last time, while giving Eren a push to kill all the titans to fulfill his desire of revenge. Eren became fueled up because of it, and he accomplished it by taking down the person dearest to him in the warrior unit. He kept having flashbacks of Eren extracting Bertolt away from his titan and for a good reason. At that point, he’s expecting the worst to happen to Bertolt and tortured himself for four years because of it. He misses him a lot and feels responsible for his fate, yet unknown to Reiner.

Dead inside - Ch. 97

Reiner showed no hesitation: his sparkle of life was gone during the second where he pulled the trigger, till Falco banged to the wall, defeated again by Gabi.

Reiner still must hold on for their sake. They’re probably the ones fishing him away from his depression after Paradis.

Eren and Falco

Eren and Falco at the hospital - Ch. 97

Falco meets an Eren in a strange shape. Their first meeting was Falco helping him as Koslow made fun of Eldian amputees and fixed his armband -even though Eren already spotted Reiner and the kids back in Fort Slava-. During their second meeting, Eren stays vague about the details but reveals he’s here for something.

First, he claims he doesn’t want to go back home and it was too hard to face his family. Of course, Falco understands his family living in Liberio, but his home is in Paradis, which leads us to think he can’t face Mikasa, Armin and the others. He chose a specific way to infiltrate Marley, something that not everybody in the SC can, further implying he came alone (hacking a regenerable leg and eye, being alone in that hospital). With those two elements, you can safely assume the EMA separation already occurred.

Mikasa telling Eren goodbye - Ch. 1

So maybe that panel was meant for Eren departing to Marley after all.

Of course, the double implication could be he has trouble facing his brother, Zeke, since he’s technically family.

Eren is glad Falco can’t become a warrior. I guess his first impressions were indeed good: a kid related to the person helping his father join the revolutionaries and who is willing to cover for him. Not only that, but upon hearing his reasons to become a warrior, two things resonated within him: Gabi getting the Armor instead of him, like how Eren envied Mikasa who could perform everything on the first try, and his words, like what Eren told Reiner.

Now that seems familiar... - Ch. 97 & ch. 90

The last thing Eren told Falco is the whole classical freedom speech, sounding exactly like the one Kruger told Grisha, or what Grisha told Keith. Add a couple of lines from Eren’s speech to Armin as he tried to justify himself into having Levi inject the latter and that’s exactly how it sounds. Eren truly inherited the philosophy of the possessors of the Attack Titan.

What’s up with the bearers of the Attack Titan and their romantic speeches capable to charm people by just telling them to throw their heads into hell? That works perfectly on people: Grisha, the revolutionaries, Keith, the trainees… and now Falco. But at least he’s feeling better about it? He’s ought to have a breakdown about that “lovely” amputee, Eren “Kruger”, soon.

Doesn’t help that Reiner just noticed that Falco hides something, implying we’re up for a Eren and Reiner meeting soon. I fear for Reiner’s reaction considering his tentative of suicide.

Willy Tybur

The Tybur family - Ch. 97

At the right timing, the Tybur family comes inside Liberio to act for the future of Eldia, just after Zeke made a call in his room for the current warriors.

The Tybur family is a family of aristocrats who don’t need to wear the Eldian armband to show their affiliation, they have their own guard and the whole family is full of spoiled brats picking fights and stuffing themselves with too much cake. They also have housemaids, which is nice.

Magath meets Willy, the patriarch of the Tybur family and their whole game ended up on figuring he was the current holder of the Warhammer Titan. They mention Helos, the hero who defeated the Eldian devil, of Marlean origin. The snarky comment Magath made about the statue being hollow reflects the current role Marleans occupy in the warfare of their continent: only a few of them get to experience the bloodbath on the frontlines, making Marley unstable on the long term. Particularly in a time where you can no longer rely on titans for power.

Willy also confirms the Tybur clan rules Marley behind the shadows, just as the Reiss family ruled Paradis. Well… that just validates my theory of the 9th shifter ruling Marley. In other words, nobody hates Eldia much as Eldians themselves, to put it simply. That further confirms Marley needed help from descendants of Ymir to regain their independence. This act of atonement is exactly as Zeke describes it, after all. The memories granted by the Tybur line allows Willy to see how damaged the Eldians on the continent were as they did nothing except being spectators. So, was Zeke’s version of the history correct after all?

Willy and Magath passing an agreement - Ch. 97

This festival allows Willy to play his role as an actor against Paradis and the revolution stirring there after all. What could possibly occur on the island at that moment? Does Eren know something neither Paradis not Marley does?

What next?

I suppose we will go on with the festival and how Eren could possibly sabotage it by himself. He didn’t go on Liberio to rampage immediately around: he has specific targets in mind and even he knows he’s powerless against 5 experimented titan shifters. He still knows how to trigger the coordinate. All he should do is to invite Zeke over and touch him. And for some reason this is going to be more complicated for him than initially planned.

For starters, Falco goofed: Reiner saw Falco was trying to sneak up a letter for a stranger. That act alone could cause Falco trouble, but also Reiner to check the letter contents through some way or another (through vice-captain permission), cue him to become increasingly worried if he recognizes the handwriting. Eren must not reach Zeke.

I feel like Eren would also target the Tybur clan due to their status: the ones responsible for sending warriors on Paradis while being Eldians themselves. People have sensed the parallels between the Tyburs and the Reisses and thus would expect Eren, the current holder of the Attack Titan, to exterminate them in the same fashion Grisha did.

Eren also holds a grudge against Reiner because of the events from Shiganshina and because he personally deceived him. He holds nothing except but disgust for him and would feel satisfied into watching him die.

Flashbacks-wise, I don’t think this is over: we still have a part on Paradis to cover, and it’s the whole part about Zeke’s arrival and that 2-month hiatus. I need confirmation about Reiner and Bertolt making it back to Paradis with Ymir or not. Besides, it would be a good time to switch perspective about these: not making them about Reiner alone any longer, but alternating with Zeke. I still need to know about these “Strongest” and “Armor” serums Rod got and how Zeke mass-administrated his spine fluid to the village inhabitants.

Concerning the state of the SC, it’s hard to tell. Maybe they rebranded, but something happened, aside from Eren fleeing them. After all, Eren had a reason to escape them, didn’t he? Supposing the EMA separation already happened, Armin, Jean, Floch and the others stayed in their respective positions and Mikasa quit the SC in the meantime. Isayama specified the three of them would go into different directions after all, and Mikasa leaving a life as a civilian is appropriate: no longer bound to Eren, and no longer bound to military duty either. Armin and Eren had diverging opinions and Armin’s current role forbids him to flee.

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MY GIRL?

Pairing : Veronica Lodge x Reader

Warning: bashing of reggie mantle

A/N: hope you guys like it! I love Reggie but I had to pick a guy who needed to be the ‘bad guy’ huhu pls forgive me

MY REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN YO

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You usually hate waking up early in the morning because why the fuck does school start at 7 am?!?! Such unjustice that has been going on since forever. Shaking your head from going further into your rant every morning which causes you to become late, you get out of bed to hit the shower and be somewhat early to fetch Veronica since you live 3 blocks away from her.

Checking the time, you have 30 minutes to eat, shower, and change. 15 minutes to get to school with Veronica in your Dodge Challenger. You smile remembering that raven haired goddess. Shaking your head again to refrain from drifting into the daydream of you and V.

You always liked timing yourself and all since it helped you get ready fast for some reason.

——-VxR——-

Looking in the mirror, you had your ripped jeans on, black adidas NMD kicks, plain white V neck, and lastly your leather jacket from your dad who passed away 3 years ago. This was the main reason why you control your emotions, to not feel the pain so much. Closing your eyes for a moment while breathing slowly you open them again and reach for your phone to text V.

[To: Ronnie L.] Hey V, I’m about to head to your place be ready in 2 mins :)

[From: Ronnie L.] See you! xx

You smile after seeing the “xx”. Pocketing your phone and reaching for your keys you grab a container filled with mixed fruit for V and yourself. You kiss your mom on the head before you head out.

——-VxR——-

Parked outside the building of V’s place you count to 5 and as you reach by 5 you see the raven haired beauty making your way. You get out the car and open the passenger side for her to sit in, she smiles and rolls her eyes at you since this happens EVERYDAY. Ever since you became friends through Betty.

You get in the driver’s side and put on your seatbelt with V mimicking you. You look at her handing the container with the mixed fruits smirking at how eagerly she accepted it.

“Ready to go to Hell we call Riverdale High?” You snicker.

“But of course!” sarcasm laced into her voice as she rolled her eyes while popping a strawberry into her mouth.

It was a routine. You wake up, get ready, get food for you and V, fetch her and she feeds you while you drive to school, attend class, be on the same breaks and go home together after class. That simple but it meant the world to you to be with her everyday, you just had trouble conveying your feelings to her and basically anyone except Betty Cooper since she understands you a lot and knows about your feelings for V.

You were deep in thought that you didnt notice the sliced apple next to your face until you felt a hand on your thigh. You jumped at the contact slightly swerving the car, thank God there werent any cars next to you. Looking at V she smirked at you while you narrowed your eyes at her while taking the apple she held up to you with your mouth. She laughed as your face heated up.

——-VxR——-

Calculus was slowly killing you with boredom and the fucking equations you couldn’t understand. About to give up you glance 2 desks to your right just to look at V, yknow cos maybe her beauty might save your soul from suffering the endless shit your calculus teacher was saying, only to find V looking at her phone before pocketing it and look very VERY upset.

There are three things people in Riverdale High know to NEVER do.

1) Never mention your father or family if you don’t bring it up yourself 2) Never pick on your friends 3) Never hurt Veronica

It was very simple yet you could feel your blood starting to boil while some jocks start to muffle their laughs while looking at V with Reggie Fucking Mantle look smug as if he won the lottery.

As soon as the bell rang, you approached V who was still seated as if not appearing to have noticed the bell ring signaling the end of class. You touched her arm but was shocked to see her flinch away from you. So you kneeled next to her as soon as the last student left the room and took her hands in yours.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What and who is bothering my hepburn?”

She couldn’t even look at you but at your hands only, taking a deep breath she slowly faced you with a smile that could deceive anyone and everyone, except you of course. You saw the sadness and hurt swimmimg in her eyes. It made your heart ache know she is hurting BUT it also made your blood boil in finding who the fuck hurt your girl.

——-VxR——-

You were basically on the hunt. Harrassing some of the jocks on the whereabouts of Reggie Fucktard Mantle (((you cant help but loathe his being))) after him cheating and hurting V, you never liked the boy. You weren’t getting any info from the jocks since they most likely ran away from you. In Riverdale High your temper has been known to never be messed with.

You were so close to fucking flip when you saw Moose. You quietly crept up behind him and slammed him against the lockers with all you might and fury. Pinning him down and gazing at him with anger that he froze on the spot.

“Moose my boy. I haven’t got all day to chit chat and to be nice, so please cooperate with me so I wont break your nose. Yes? You smiled you shark smile at him and he agreed in less than a second.

——-VxR——-

You found where Reggie was and you brought Moose with you. You reached at the back of the bleachers to see that Reggie the Steroid Limp Dick was making out with one of the Vixens. Rolling your eyes you lifted your foot from the ground and kicked it against the steel garbage can creating a loud bang and dent. The two sprang apart from the noise. I told Moose to take the Vixen and leave which he quickly accomplished. Now, I was left alone with Reggie.

“So I’m just gonna cut the bullshit and ask what you did to Veronica”

The tension was so think you could cut it with a knife, Reggie visibly shaken had the lady balls to answer back, “What’s it to you (y/l/n)?”

I cracked my knuckles at the question and faked my laugh, “you see Reginald…after you majorly fucked up with the person I care and love most, I vowed to myself that no one will ever hurt her while I am still alive and breathing, and since you unmistakeably made her mood plummet I’m just gonna follow-through with the vow I made to myself..go on ask what is it”

“What’s you-”

I launched my fist on his face which led to chaos and flying fists to ensue.

——-VxR——-

Walking back in the cafeteria, everyone became silent given my appearance. Busted lip, cut on jaw and corner of your eyebrow with a swelling of your fists and black eye. You searched with your good eye where the gang was. You found them and gladly brought out Reggie with nothing on but his boxers on into the cafeteria. In the same state as to how you were in with the injuries but with him losing multiple tooths. You turned him around to let everyone read the pentel pen writing on his back.

’ I BODY-SHAMED VERONICA LODGE BECAUSE I HAVE A LIMP DICK AND AM NOT SECURE WITH MYSELF AS A MAN ’

You waited for a moment before you let your voice boom in the cafeteria,

“IF ANY OF YOU DARE TO HURT MY GIRL, VERONICA LODGE, I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER THE SAME WAY MANTLE DID SO DONT FUCKING TEST ME-”

You felt a soft hand on you shoulder and looked to the owner of the hand and saw Veronica pleading with her eyes to let it go. So you take a deep breath and walked to mantle.

“Say you're sorry to Veronica for what you did and I will let you go”

——-VxR——-

After the whole chaotic day of being in detention, going to the hospital for your fractured hand plus stitches on you eyebrow, and curving the suspension since you defended a student. You relaxed against the plush couch of Pop’s with the gang as Veronica sat next to you under your good arm leaning into you as you shared your chocolate smoothie. Suddenly she looked at you with a smirk and glint in her eyes and asked,

“So I’m your girl huh?”

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