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[Its been the better part of a week since Reggie moves in, if one didn’t count the time spent underground, and he hasn’t totally flipped out yet. Sure, they’ve mostly stuck to mutual masturbation - at this point Nick is basically trying to key Reggie up a lot before he gives him more - but he’s been pretty open to casual affection.
Which means it’s step two. Which is, incidentally, not sex. Nick is coming home from the only source of magical supplies in this place, with a bag full of dried herbs and a couple of potions he kind of wants to take apart.
He comes into the apartment and finds Reggie.]
Hey, I need to show you something.
[Oh, first: he very softly runs a hand over Reggie’s, warm and slightly possessive. He’s noticed how he responds to casual affection.]
Which means it’s step two. Which is, incidentally, not sex. Nick is coming home from the only source of magical supplies in this place, with a bag full of dried herbs and a couple of potions he kind of wants to take apart.
He comes into the apartment and finds Reggie.]
Hey, I need to show you something.
[Oh, first: he very softly runs a hand over Reggie’s, warm and slightly possessive. He’s noticed how he responds to casual affection.]
[ Since orientation and the caves, Reggie, having no job or school to worry about here, has mostly been spending his time lounging around Nick's apartment, trying to get used to the dynamic of living there. It's also a load off his mind not to have to do that while also continuing to juggle whatever else this place might throw at him in public, in groups or in the company of other people, because... one thing at a time. Just getting used to Nick takes his full attention as it is, but every day it gets a little easier.
Since orientation, though, he's also had something he wants to surprise Nick with. Reggie wants to get their "first time" out of their way so it won't keep hanging over his head, but it's hard to know how or when to bring up without just sounding eager. When Nick finds him, Reggie reflexively leans into his touch and then gets distracted by his bag. Anything could be in there. ]
Uh, what's in the bag?
Since orientation, though, he's also had something he wants to surprise Nick with. Reggie wants to get their "first time" out of their way so it won't keep hanging over his head, but it's hard to know how or when to bring up without just sounding eager. When Nick finds him, Reggie reflexively leans into his touch and then gets distracted by his bag. Anything could be in there. ]
Uh, what's in the bag?
[ so, phones here get hacked sometimes and texts and photos get sent to people they weren't originally sent to, because that's fun, and that's how i want this cr to start. so reggie, out of nowhere, gets this sent to his phone. ..pretend she's blonde. but that, basically. that's it. ]
[ Reggie doesn't recognize this number, but the image loads before he even has a chance to deliberate whether or not to ignore it. And... wow, what an image that is, too. What does he respond to that? "Who dis?" "Ayy, get some"? Dick pic? ]
nice ;)
[ Then a pause, because wait-- ]
which one r u
nice ;)
[ Then a pause, because wait-- ]
which one r u
[ It takes Reggie a minute or so to place the name and reference, but then-- oh.
Oh.
Right. That did happen, didn't it. ]
Oh.
Right. That did happen, didn't it. ]
Can I ask you something and will you promise not to tell anyone that I asked?
[ Well, this is unexpected. ]
[ ... ]
uhh
ok
sure
whats up betty?
[ ... ]
uhh
ok
sure
whats up betty?
[It's late in the afternoon when Lucy is going home, tonight looking just a little more modern in a knee-length blue dress with yellow trim at the sleeves and belt, and her hair up in a crown of braids. She isn't paying attention to where she's going, which is why she is suddenly walking right up next to Reggie.
He's taller than Magnus, and shorter than George, but at some point she reaches up, distracted, and takes his arm.]
Please do not tell me that you are cooking something tonight, Ge-
[And that's when she looks up.]
Oh.
Wait a moment.
He's taller than Magnus, and shorter than George, but at some point she reaches up, distracted, and takes his arm.]
Please do not tell me that you are cooking something tonight, Ge-
[And that's when she looks up.]
Oh.
Wait a moment.
[ Reggie himself is also somewhat operating on autopilot, walking semi-aimlessly because there isn't much for him to do around here except walk, but he's not ready to go home just yet.
He isn't expecting the hand on his arm, and even less to not recognize the girl it belongs to. She's certainly cute, though; the hairstyle seems a bit old-fashioned, but naturally he can appreciate her blue and yellow (gold) dress. ]
I'm not really much of a cook, so no, I wasn't planning on it. [ He smirks, quirking an eyebrow. ] Though I'm guessing that maybe you're a little lost.
He isn't expecting the hand on his arm, and even less to not recognize the girl it belongs to. She's certainly cute, though; the hairstyle seems a bit old-fashioned, but naturally he can appreciate her blue and yellow (gold) dress. ]
I'm not really much of a cook, so no, I wasn't planning on it. [ He smirks, quirking an eyebrow. ] Though I'm guessing that maybe you're a little lost.
What's the difference between organic cleaner and regular cleaner?
uhh
like whats the difference or which one works better
like whats the difference or which one works better
I just got a handy on a ferris wheel I'm doing great bro
wbu
also how can u tell me that and not send a pic
I def gotta see this prize 😂
wbu
also how can u tell me that and not send a pic
I def gotta see this prize 😂
dude idk either but its cool
dont sweat it
but if u can forget like 75% of whatever the hell I said thatd be great
yeah
whats up
dont sweat it
but if u can forget like 75% of whatever the hell I said thatd be great
yeah
whats up
There are a couple of new people here from Greendale.
from greendale too?
[ "Too" because, well... Jughead. ]
who r they
[ "Too" because, well... Jughead. ]
who r they
[He didn't really tell Reggie where they were going; it's one of the places that he and Dorian considered buying for the club. But they're at the most likely to become the Gray Room, once Dorian sees it - a space with rooms and doors and winding hallways in the back, and a bar area with a fireplace in the front. Right now it's empty, devoid of anything but a tacky bar - easily converted - and a couple of stools.
Nick opens it and lets Reggie in, turning the lights on.]
What do you think?
[As if Reggie's opinion matters. As if Nick's opinion matters. The only opinion that matters is Dorian Gray, and he'll decide what he wants to do whether Nick likes it or not.
It's really a shame he's not a Dominant.]
Nick opens it and lets Reggie in, turning the lights on.]
What do you think?
[As if Reggie's opinion matters. As if Nick's opinion matters. The only opinion that matters is Dorian Gray, and he'll decide what he wants to do whether Nick likes it or not.
It's really a shame he's not a Dominant.]
[ As soon as they step in, Reggie is overcome with a sudden and overwhelming sense of deja vu, like he's walking into the pre-converted basement that would become Veronica's speakeasy for the first time again. He knew there'd be some similarities, if only because there's no way to work this kind of job again without being reminded from time to time, but it takes him a moment or two to shake the feeling off.
He takes Nick's arm, nodding and looking around. ]
I like it. Especially that over there-- [ He points to the fireplace. ] It's a nice touch. Like, comfortable.
[ He wanders to the bar, running his fingers over the counter. ]
Now, would you want me at the door, or behind the bar? Both?
He takes Nick's arm, nodding and looking around. ]
I like it. Especially that over there-- [ He points to the fireplace. ] It's a nice touch. Like, comfortable.
[ He wanders to the bar, running his fingers over the counter. ]
Now, would you want me at the door, or behind the bar? Both?
hey, where's Nick? We were supposed to hang yesterday and he flaked on me.
Which is weird.
Nick's never just stood him up before.
Which is weird.
Nick's never just stood him up before.
Ugh, jesus christ-- this is just about the last thing Reggie's in the mood for at the moment. He's laying in bed on his stomach, phone screen facing down (except, of course, for when he lifts it to check his messages), and Reggie lets it drop back face down and then does the same, burying his face in the pillow for a few seconds -- minutes, maybe -- as if he's bemoaning his alarm clock going off rather than responding to a text.
But whatever. He rolls onto his side, picking up his phone again to type.
not here.
But whatever. He rolls onto his side, picking up his phone again to type.
not here.
[The thing about having a dead friend is that they don't tend to call or text before they show up. They're just around. So one minute Reggie is alone in his apartment and the next Noah is slouching beside him like they've been hanging out all morning.]
You look bummed.
You look bummed.
[ Reggie indeed looks bummed-- this is still day 1 of Nick's absence and Reggie has spent most of the day so far looking for him, texting him, trying to otherwise get ahold of him, because he's been nowhere to be found and that's unusual for Nick. Hell, it's unusual for him to even be out of bed before Reggie in the morning, so that in of itself (waking up alone) was its own red flag.
So now Reggie's home, confused and becoming vaguely, increasingly distressed by this turn of events, when suddenly Noah is there. ]
What the hell-- [ He jerks, startled. ] Dude, where did you come from?
So now Reggie's home, confused and becoming vaguely, increasingly distressed by this turn of events, when suddenly Noah is there. ]
What the hell-- [ He jerks, startled. ] Dude, where did you come from?
did nick tell me what about u?
yeah.
it does
[ He's totally chill, not at all internally \\♡(◕▽◕✿)♡// over Nick being back or anything dumb like that. ]
yeah.
it does
[ He's totally chill, not at all internally \\♡(◕▽◕✿)♡// over Nick being back or anything dumb like that. ]
[It's the middle of the night, but Nick doesn't sleep, and Reggie does, because Nick wakes up late and Reggie wakes up, annoyingly, at five in the morning to for for a jog, like a fucking lunatic. No one in the Church of Night - of Lilith? - wakes up that early, not for any reason, ever. If five needs to be seen, it's on the other side.
Which is why Nick is sitting in Reggie's room when he hears Reggie tossing and turning just a little, and he comes in to hear him mutter something. Nick sits and listens for a minute, before he nudges him awake.]
Reggie.
You're having a nightmare. Wake up.
[He recognizes nightmares. He stays there, watching Reggie wake, and asks, careful.]
Who is Midge, and why is she a moose?
Which is why Nick is sitting in Reggie's room when he hears Reggie tossing and turning just a little, and he comes in to hear him mutter something. Nick sits and listens for a minute, before he nudges him awake.]
Reggie.
You're having a nightmare. Wake up.
[He recognizes nightmares. He stays there, watching Reggie wake, and asks, careful.]
Who is Midge, and why is she a moose?
[ Reggie jerks awake almost violently, body thrashing as if he's going to sit up with his fists swinging, but he doesn't, he just looks over at Nick with wide, confused eyes, before his brain starts catching up to his body's newfound state of wakefulness. ]
Huh?
[ His heart is racing a little, face and palms slightly damp with sweat, but the details of his dream are already rapidly dissipating from his memory. Not entirely, though, because Nick's question keeps the dream from leaving Reggie altogether. ]
Midge is... [ Oof. He rolls to lean on his elbow, hand brushing his hair back and then rubbing at his face. ] Remember when I told you my best friend's girlfriend got murdered? And how I almost shot the guy who I thought did it? Well, that was Midge. Moose is her boyfriend. But I dunno why I'd be...
[ Why is he dreaming about them now? ]
Huh?
[ His heart is racing a little, face and palms slightly damp with sweat, but the details of his dream are already rapidly dissipating from his memory. Not entirely, though, because Nick's question keeps the dream from leaving Reggie altogether. ]
Midge is... [ Oof. He rolls to lean on his elbow, hand brushing his hair back and then rubbing at his face. ] Remember when I told you my best friend's girlfriend got murdered? And how I almost shot the guy who I thought did it? Well, that was Midge. Moose is her boyfriend. But I dunno why I'd be...
[ Why is he dreaming about them now? ]
[He took the spice.
He took the spice specifically for Reggie, because he wants Reggie to have the whole world, and he took the spice and was pretty pleased with the results, for all that he's tinier than he's ever been and none of his clothes fit. That's fine, though. He's hot, he knows it, and he doesn't need clothes, not really.
He takes Reggie's letterman jacket, hidden, and he slips it over his new, slim shoulders.
And wears nothing else.
But wow, breasts.
Nick can't help himself, that's the best part of this. He knows that Reggie is almost home when he sits back and waits.]
He took the spice specifically for Reggie, because he wants Reggie to have the whole world, and he took the spice and was pretty pleased with the results, for all that he's tinier than he's ever been and none of his clothes fit. That's fine, though. He's hot, he knows it, and he doesn't need clothes, not really.
He takes Reggie's letterman jacket, hidden, and he slips it over his new, slim shoulders.
And wears nothing else.
But wow, breasts.
Nick can't help himself, that's the best part of this. He knows that Reggie is almost home when he sits back and waits.]
[ Reggie gets home after not too much longer, his leather jacket slung over his shoulder -- it's getting too hot to keep wearing for long, even if he's still in the habit of putting it on when he leaves -- and then tossed toward the couch as he rakes his fingers through his hair. ]
Hey Nick, are you-- whoa.
[ He's noticed he's not alone, but doesn't register his company as Nick at a glance, just that there appears to be an extremely hot girl in the apartment wearing nothing but a Riverdale High Letterman jacket. Where... how-- ]
Holy crap. [ He just blinks, staring, utterly entranced and not even knowing what he wants to look at most. ] Who...
Hey Nick, are you-- whoa.
[ He's noticed he's not alone, but doesn't register his company as Nick at a glance, just that there appears to be an extremely hot girl in the apartment wearing nothing but a Riverdale High Letterman jacket. Where... how-- ]
Holy crap. [ He just blinks, staring, utterly entranced and not even knowing what he wants to look at most. ] Who...
put a fucking leash on your dominant
[ You know what Jughead never says? Fuck. ]
(( backdated to whenever this happened ))
[ You know what Jughead never says? Fuck. ]
(( backdated to whenever this happened ))
no
screw you
[ Don't tell him what to do, dick. Although hold on a second, he was too distracted by reacting to the hostility to actually consider what was being said, and... what? ]
wait what the hell r u even talking about
screw you
[ Don't tell him what to do, dick. Although hold on a second, he was too distracted by reacting to the hostility to actually consider what was being said, and... what? ]
wait what the hell r u even talking about
look who i met while i was out and about yesterday
[ yep, gwen's sending him a picture of an adorable puppy and nothing else after that!! because that's what one does when she doesn't want to add something totally lame like "he made me think of you" ]
[ yep, gwen's sending him a picture of an adorable puppy and nothing else after that!! because that's what one does when she doesn't want to add something totally lame like "he made me think of you" ]
Edited (i liked this picture better) 2019-07-26 05:38 (UTC)
whoa
u rly gotta warn me b4 u go sending me pix like that gwen
is he urs?
u rly gotta warn me b4 u go sending me pix like that gwen
is he urs?
In an effort not to mince words, I'm just going to come out and ask it.
What do you remember from Riverdale?
What do you remember from Riverdale?
[ ... Oof, this question feels ominously loaded. Like okay, yes, it's a totally normal question, but considering their situation? ]
funny enough I was gonna ask u the same thing
[ You know... eventually. ]
just didnt wanna spring it on u the other night in case u didnt already know everyone remembers things differently
but I'm the only one from the present
u had just told me archie was home but I hadnt seen him yet
[ Come to think of it, it hadn't actually occurred to Reggie before this moment that Veronica, like the rest of them, might also be from his past, and he still hasn't considered the possibility of her being from his future. ]
do u remember that
funny enough I was gonna ask u the same thing
[ You know... eventually. ]
just didnt wanna spring it on u the other night in case u didnt already know everyone remembers things differently
but I'm the only one from the present
u had just told me archie was home but I hadnt seen him yet
[ Come to think of it, it hadn't actually occurred to Reggie before this moment that Veronica, like the rest of them, might also be from his past, and he still hasn't considered the possibility of her being from his future. ]
do u remember that
[ He's not going to get on video. Maybe he shouldn't be contacting Reggie right now at all. He's angry, but the anger isn't at what Reggie and Veronica started. Maybe it would have been if he hadn't found his own draw to Reggie before finding out.
It's about something deeper, but Archie isn't the best at reflection ]
When did you plan to say anything? Never?
It's about something deeper, but Archie isn't the best at reflection ]
When did you plan to say anything? Never?
Uh...
[ Crap. Fuck. Goddammit it, he's too late; after he'd found out Veronica was here, and especially after talking to Betty about it, Reggie knew his best shot at smoothing this over would be if he approached Archie and not the other way around, and as soon as he'd heard from Veronica that Archie knew, suddenly the countdown clock was dropping almost too fast for him to catch up with.
And now it's too late. Not that he knew what he would have said either way, but he really doesn't now. ]
Hey Arch. [ Good start. ] Lemme guess, been talking to Veronica?
[ Crap. Fuck. Goddammit it, he's too late; after he'd found out Veronica was here, and especially after talking to Betty about it, Reggie knew his best shot at smoothing this over would be if he approached Archie and not the other way around, and as soon as he'd heard from Veronica that Archie knew, suddenly the countdown clock was dropping almost too fast for him to catch up with.
And now it's too late. Not that he knew what he would have said either way, but he really doesn't now. ]
Hey Arch. [ Good start. ] Lemme guess, been talking to Veronica?
hello! if you're receiving this text, it means you've been cordially invited to peter parker's surprise birthday party. as always, this city has the shittiest timing on the planet, so things were still a little rough around his actual birthday. he thinks i'm going to let his "lowkey 18th birthday" plan slide. hah! oh, no no.
i'd like to get a group together to meet at scott's new arcade - time heisters - around 7:30pm on 8/29. i'll bring peter around 8, and we can all game and sing some karaoke and be generally awesome to our favorite nerd. bring a present or just bring yourself, either way, if you're getting this i'm sure he'll be happy just to see you there.
and remember, it's a SURPRISE. which is usually asking for trouble, but whatever. i want to try it.
any questions? ask away. thank you!!
i'd like to get a group together to meet at scott's new arcade - time heisters - around 7:30pm on 8/29. i'll bring peter around 8, and we can all game and sing some karaoke and be generally awesome to our favorite nerd. bring a present or just bring yourself, either way, if you're getting this i'm sure he'll be happy just to see you there.
and remember, it's a SURPRISE. which is usually asking for trouble, but whatever. i want to try it.
any questions? ask away. thank you!!
Edited 2019-08-18 22:24 (UTC)
[ Who tf is Scott... but anyway: ]
sounds cool count me in
can I bring anyone
sounds cool count me in
can I bring anyone
I--
[ The question catches Reggie off-guard. How did Nick know about...? ]
Um, I dunno, I guess like... probably just the regular amount. Average. [ A pause. ] Why?
[ The question catches Reggie off-guard. How did Nick know about...? ]
Um, I dunno, I guess like... probably just the regular amount. Average. [ A pause. ] Why?
[ It's probably too early in the morning for this but he's awake and processing at the kitchen table, desperately clutching a cooling cup of coffee as if that would have all the answers. Dreams are meant to fade but these cling on in perfect clarity, every breath, every kiss, every moment crystal clear like they just happened. He woke up overwhelmed and sweaty, emotionally sore and now he has to know.
There are a few people he could text but at the end of it, Reggie's the only one he feels would get it, who wouldn't pull him into a conversation he's in no way equipped to handle. The question has been raised and like always, he needs to find an answer to this mystery. Was it real? Was it just a very vivid dream in their heads, something they could just keep quiet about and no one would ever find out? There's only one way to find out. ]
There are a few people he could text but at the end of it, Reggie's the only one he feels would get it, who wouldn't pull him into a conversation he's in no way equipped to handle. The question has been raised and like always, he needs to find an answer to this mystery. Was it real? Was it just a very vivid dream in their heads, something they could just keep quiet about and no one would ever find out? There's only one way to find out. ]
[ And still he hesitates, fingers poised to tap away a message - this should be simple but it's everything but. Regardless of whether the dreams were shared or not, everything has changed drastically between them and he finds himself hoping that Reggie remembers too because living with the knowledge Jughead now has, unable to share it? That would be torture. As much as he wants to forget, leave this in the past, let it fizzle out of his memory, he knows that this is important. He knows that a lot of what happened between them, real or not, meant something.
It's not even about the sex really, though he has a sneaking suspicion that meant something else - no, this is purely about the feeling of spending time with Reggie Mantle because he wanted to. They had fun together, no matter what they did, they understood each other and that has never really happened before even during those rare times when they've gotten along. That's the part that will linger with him the most, get under his skin like a fresh tattoo, a constant reminder of how many things they actually have in common. If Reggie doesn't remember, they can never have that again. ]
It's not even about the sex really, though he has a sneaking suspicion that meant something else - no, this is purely about the feeling of spending time with Reggie Mantle because he wanted to. They had fun together, no matter what they did, they understood each other and that has never really happened before even during those rare times when they've gotten along. That's the part that will linger with him the most, get under his skin like a fresh tattoo, a constant reminder of how many things they actually have in common. If Reggie doesn't remember, they can never have that again. ]
[Television is still novel, and Nick doesn't really see the appeal, but Reggie watches some really terrible stuff. It probably doesn't help that the shows here are either straight up porn, or lead in to straight up porn, or the kid's channels. As a result, Reggie has the dog on one side of him and Nick on the other when he starts watching something - Satan only knows what, because about ten minutes into it Nick is curled up, fast asleep with his head on Reggie's lap.
He didn't sleep well through most of the dream sharing stuff, too paranoid that it was going to start - something, who knows, anything. That Lucifer would find a way to speak to the people who Nick loves or cares about. That he would dream with K again, and it would be a disaster.
So this nap is sweet and perfect and when Nick wakes up a little later-]
Shit.
[He looks up and Reggie is still there.]
How long was I out?
He didn't sleep well through most of the dream sharing stuff, too paranoid that it was going to start - something, who knows, anything. That Lucifer would find a way to speak to the people who Nick loves or cares about. That he would dream with K again, and it would be a disaster.
So this nap is sweet and perfect and when Nick wakes up a little later-]
Shit.
[He looks up and Reggie is still there.]
How long was I out?
Hm? Oh.
[ Reggie looks up from his phone, where he's been busier wrapping up a conversation with Jughead more than paying attention to his show in time he's been trapped here under his beautiful, sleeping boyfriend. He looks over at the TV, then to Nick.
He tucks the phone away into his jeans and settles his arm around Nick more comfortably, dragging him closer to kiss the top of his head. ]
Not that long. Maybe forty-five minutes? [ Probably longer. ] How'd you sleep?
[ Reggie looks up from his phone, where he's been busier wrapping up a conversation with Jughead more than paying attention to his show in time he's been trapped here under his beautiful, sleeping boyfriend. He looks over at the TV, then to Nick.
He tucks the phone away into his jeans and settles his arm around Nick more comfortably, dragging him closer to kiss the top of his head. ]
Not that long. Maybe forty-five minutes? [ Probably longer. ] How'd you sleep?
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