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Though he was without a trace of guilt while conscious, in his unconscious state, while asleep, Killian suffers from unimaginable nightmares, so bad that he steps out of bed and sleepwalks through the house. His father is haunting him, that much he knew. The old man just wouldn’t DIE. This is why Killian will never sleep over Isabelle’s house and why she was never allowed to sleep over his. He assumed she thought he was just being a dick, hit and split. But really, he just didn’t want her to know the truth. That behind his jazzy, cool exterior was a child who missed his father. Not that he should, his father spent most of Killian’s adolescence kicking his ass. He said he was “making a man out of him” which was just total bullshit – it was just an excuse for him to put his hands around his neck until he passed out. That was Daddy Steele. A total, drug-induced asshole and King of the Reapers. He always told his son that if he did everything he was told he’d one day inherit the money, the mansion, and the entire club. But when he got sick, Killian found out he was going to sign everything over to his newborn niece. In his words, “even a newborn baby girl is more of a man than you.” It took Killian a few weeks to work up the balls and a handful of drugs and copious amounts of alcohol but then he did it, he killed his father in his sleep and then took it all. The house, the money, and his chairman spot with the Reapers. But killing his father changed him. It unleashed this darkness that had always been there, hiding in the walls. He felt free. Stronger. However as amazing as he felt, he also felt an unshakable loneliness. Enter, Isabelle Samson. She was, for lack of for better words, amazing. Killian wanted to make her his Queen of the Reapers. He even had a throne set next to his for her. Everything seemed to be on the right track for them until the power inflated Killian’s ego far beyond rectifying. He had become a different man. He thought he was a God and expected Isabelle to be a Goddess, though stopped treating her like one.

Stepping down from Isabelle’s bed, Killian turned, facing her completely naked and shining with sweat. “Time for me to go.” He says, glancing at the clock on her nightstand while pulling into a pair of black jeans, Reapers t-shirt, and a hoodie. “What’s up with the moving truck that’s been sitting outside for the past couple of days?” Isabelle may have told him a hundred times about her father’s new wife but Killian has yet to let anything she’s said in the past couple of days soak in. “Whatever – I don’t want to hear it…Just stop talking. Sometimes a question requires only a minimal response. This isn’t a girls’ bathroom.” Realizing he was being a dick, Killian closes his eyes and takes a calming breath.

“Didn’t mean that.” Leaning down over her bed, two of his fingers slip beneath the black choker around her neck, pulling her closer to his mouth. “Tomorrow is a big day. We have a meeting with the Serpents, so get your rest. You’ll be dancing for them.” He smirked, not willing to take no for an answer as he silences any retort from her mouth with a kiss.

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“Presumably straight,” Brooke corrects herself once Jake provides a counter thought. Chuck was not only a master manipulator but a liar. His conquests were all fake. Made up. Just like the sticky maple’s he plastered all over girls faces before scribbling their names down in some disgusting male playbook. With the knife still in her hand, Brooke allows Jake to guide the sharp edge up his inner groin where he advised her to stab Chuck if he gets too handsy. To acknowledge his advice and show that she was listening, Brooke nodded and bit her lip as she watched him lean back up and twirl the knife she had in her hand like a pro. The way the blade opened and closed effortlessly in his grip was truly mesmerizing. As was the look in Jake’s eyes when he encouraged her to give his lesson a try. She did, taking his advice into account and slowly got the hang of it though it would take her more practice before she was quick and confident like him. “Who taught you how to do this? Dylan?….” Brooke paused before saying the next name, but it still tasted bitter in her mouth, “Tall boy?”

“But got it.” After giving another nod, Brooke sat up and scooted to the end of the bed, still wearing the mask atop her matted blonde head, “It’s only for protection. No stabbing people just because.” Though she laughed, she wasn’t making a joke of the situation. Brooke understood that it was somewhat a serious matter and treating certain things lightly wouldn’t be in either of their best interests. “I don’t know,” Brooke teased with a playful smile as she pulled the front of her leather jacket tighter around naked chest and stood up behind him, as if she were modeling her ensemble. Though, he couldn’t see her because his back was still facing her as he dug around his dresser drawers for a shirt. “Well you know, I wouldn’t need a change of clothes if you weren’t such an animal,” She giggled just in time to inspect the shirt. As she was doing so, she considered his fashion advice and then yelped when he pinned her back down with a smile and began spaying kisses down her stomach and over the soft, mounds of her breasts. A moan escaped her as she cradled the back of his head and she pushed her chest up against his face, “Mm, you won’t hear me complaining,” Brooke purred near his ear before she lifted his cheeks up to press a kiss to his mouth. Brooke rolled her tongue over his lips and pulled away just as the excitement started building up. “We should hurry then. The faster we do this, the faster I get to do you.” With another purr, Brooke gets up to peel off her jacket and put on the shirt Jake lent her on. It was long as predicted and so to fix that, Brooke rolled half up and then tied it up to reveal her stomach. “What do you think? Does the boyfriend approve?” Standing on her tippy toes, Brooke wrapped her arms around Jake’s neck and hovered her lips over his.

“Actually, neither. My uh, my mom taught me.” It was an obvious sore spot which is why Jake didn’t plan on staying on the subject for too long. He missed her. The ghost of his mother’s nurturing love and fierceness punched a hole through his chest and he wasn’t sure he’d ever be the same again. “...You know how she was born and raised in Mexico, right? Well, her neighborhood was rough. This guy – an ex-boyfriend tried to force himself on her when she was, like, fifteen. Her father, straight up G’, gave her that knife and taught her how to protect herself with it. Into the thigh and twist. Those were his words and Momma-V lived by them.” Jake smiled but even with the pleasant memories of her came tears. Because he still wasn’t sure if she’d ever wake up. And it was all Stavo’s fault. That mother fucker was going to pay. But first – Chuck and Cheryl. “She’d want you to keep that. So do I.” Jake kissed her softly on the lips before Brooke pulled into the black panda shirt and tied the hem up around her small waist. “The boyfriend approves-hella.” Jake’s tongue rolls seductively as he takes her by the hands and gives her a twirl on top of the bed. As Brooke rises onto her toes, Jake lifts her up by the waist and kisses her roughly against the wall. “I’m so fucking addicted to you, baby.” Jake hissed, biting down onto her bottom lip before giving a playful tug with his teeth. “Mmm. ’Kay. Get that sexy ass movin’,” Jake let her down and slapped her hard across the ass before following her out the door and into the hall. 

Stopping at the stairs, Jake leaned over the railing and took a long look at all the party-goers, below. “Eyes on Up-Chuck. He’s moved on from the frosh. Which means he’ll be looking for his next meal. Might as well make this fun, right?” Jake let go of the rail and zeroed in on Brooke, barricading her between his towering frame and the wall she stood against. “Time for the epic fight. Just remember, I love you.” 

With a soft smirk, Jake licked his lips, and then sucked in a sharp breath. “—What the fuck do you mean!? You know what, I don’t give a shit!” Jake followed Brooke down the stairs, creating a scene through the party, as he stayed on her heels, yelling over the music. “All you ever do is complain! I don’t have time for this! If I’m such an asshole, then hasta la vista baby!”

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Dark!Jake teaching Brooke how to use a knife.  @fitzgecko

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“Mm,” Brooke hums while rolling her lips together before trapping half of her mouth between her teeth. Jake’s scruff as he leans face first into her bosom, tickles the curves of her breasts. There’s no stopping the small moan that leaves her lips as he tears apart her lacy mesh top with his teeth. “Jake!” Brooke scolds with a snicker as her fingers comb through the back of his hair and she tugs roughly on the ends until his head is tilted back an angle. His promise to buy her a new top milks her warm smirk but doesn’t do her much justice at the moment. “You’re an animal,” she playfully laughs and teases before pecking his lips and allowing Jake to guide them onto their sides. Where Brooke then props her head up by resting her cheek in her palm.

While laying there, Brooke remains still to allow Jake to properly lean in and brush her blonde hair away from her neck, over her shoulder, so he can lick and nibble on a spot below her ear. His lips leaving behind a pleasurable shiver down her spine as he pulls back to finish his decorative thought before proceeding to fish over her chest for a pair of silver handcuffs. In the process, Brooke’s bare breasts rubbed against Jake’s sternum until he sat upright again and she took the handcuffs he had dangled in the air above her head with one finger. Before Brooke could add on a further question or comment, she pauses at the motion of Jake’s other finger for her to hold on. When he returns, he has on one of the skull masks, he and Will once used to rob his own father. Will got money out of it, while Jake just had his jollies. “And while I’m acting out the performance of my life, you’ll be doing…. what exactly?” Brooke’s voice is a tad muffled underneath the mask, and regardless of her lips being contained behind a thin white barrier of plastic, she leans up and brings her mouth closer to his as her fingers fiddle over the front of his denim jeans before fishing out a small pocket knife from his left pocket. “Using this?” After opening it, Brooke holds the sharp edge steady over Jake’s tattooed neck but doesn’t touch the skin. “You’ll have to cover these up, by the way. Trust me, this bod’s unforgettable. Anybody will be able to recognize it. Even someone as straight and douchey as your boy, Chucky.”

Jake clicks his tongue, “Precisely.” Wickedness spreads over his scruffy visage in the form of a toothy grin. He arches his head back slightly as the shiny blade is raised to his tattooed throat. There was something so sexy about Brooke lying in his bed, wearing an open leather jacket with nothing under it, holding a pocket knife to his neck, in a Halloween mask. It made him want to rip off her jeans with his teeth next, and fuck the shit out of her one more time. “Who says, Chucky boy is straight?” Jake teases, wrapping his fingers around her dainty wrist before lowering the knife. “Every girl Chuck has ever been with…has been a lie – he doesn’t sleep with them. He just humiliates them.” Jake points a finger at Brooke and chuckles, “I guess we’ll find out tonight. But first–” he cups her hand around the knife’s handle and repositions her grip. “–You have to learn how to work this bad boy. It’ll be your protection in case he tries anything funny. You slip this into his thigh…” Still holding her hand around the knife, he guides her to point the blade at his groin, then traces the sharp tip along his inner thigh, “then you twist.” He slowly twists the blade, careful not to cut himself through his swim-shorts. “Or you could just play no-games and go right for the nads.” a tiny smirk grows into a full-on grin as he carefully peels the knife from her hand to his. “Or if you just want to give him a scare… you flick your wrist like so,” in a fluid motion Jake flips the blade in and out, then passes it over. “Always flip the sharp side away from you. Always away. Then you let the weight of the blade do the rest of the work for you. Now you try.” As Brooke plays with the knife, Jake sits on his legs, and watches like a proud teacher. “Pretty good!” he uses his fingers to push up the chin of Brooke’s mask, then kisses her lips softly, with his mask resting on his head too. “But remember, babe. This is, like, last resort – worst case scenario. Protection only. Don’t get trigger happy now.” he laughs, biting into the corner of his lip.

“ALSO!” Jake slides out of bed again and saunters over to his dresser. “You’re not going back downstairs in just a jacket… because despite plans, I will not be too happy if every guy at the party gets a decent look at your rack. So…” Jake rifles through his clothes and pulls out a black long-sleeved shirt with a panda on it, holding a rose in its mouth. “Riot Society. Frat Boy Jake had a unique sense of style.” he laughs gravelly. “It’s a little long and I know you’re going for sexy, so just, like, tie it up around your waist. It’ll look so hot with those skinny jeans…which quite frankly, need to come off.” his teeth sink into the wet plush of his lip as he zeros in and pulls on the legs of her pants until they’re hanging just below her hips. “God – I cannot keep my hands off you.” his mouth kisses along her stomach to the spot between her breasts, then he rolls his tongue and sucks on the side of her boob. “...But I don’t want to wear you out before the big show. BUT just know! We’re celebratin’ so hard after we pull this off.” he grins, rolling his tongue with a low grumble at the back if his throat.

[montgomery-dacre]

[dongwookss]

                — there’s glitter on the floor after the party

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Dressed in her warm clothes and an elated smile, Brooke hummed happily as Jake pecked the skin below her ear. “Strategic planning?” She questioned him. When Brooke agreed to teaching Cheryl and Chuck a lesson with Jake, she didn’t quite know exactly what she was agreeing to. All she knew was that she wasn’t looking to hurt anyone and she really hoped Jake wasn’t either. “Jake,” Brooke breathed, after he set her back down and led her up the steps of his family’s shore house. They passed four other rooms before they got to Jake’s. “I wouldn’t be surprised. Reggie seems to piss her off significantly less than he used to. Sound familiar?” Brooke teased, regarding the subject of their friends as well as themselves. There was a time way back when, where the two of them (meaning; her and Jake) were at each other’s throats as much as Regonica. Maybe, even more so. Until, they were brave enough to bite the bullet and make a move. Now they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Hence, Jake charging for Brooke shortly after closing and locking his door behind them.

Brooke was barely given a chance to roam around before her back collided with the mattress and Jake pinned her body down. Meanwhile, her hands slipped between their chests so that she could pick apart his buttons and expose his ripped abdominal muscles after forcing his shirt open, “What’s the big, juicy, masterplan, boss? I can only think of one…” As Brooke bit into her lower lip, her gaze followed the trail of her nails as she raked them down Jake’s muscular chest, “Seduce and then destroy. It works every time. No one’s immune.” With her legs pulled up and wrapped tightly around Jake’s waist, Brooke flips them over so that Jake’s laying on his back now and Brooke’s on top. “Not even you,” she observes while grinding her hips above him and feeling a slight stiffness building between his legs and hers.

Jake groaned above Brooke as her nimble fingers opened his shirt before rubbing her cold hands across his strong chest. Her question left him reeling in thought; what was the masterplan? As black nails venture down his tanned abs, Jake stands up on his knees between Brooke’s legs, and pulls his shirt back until it’s off. “—Seduce and destroy huh?” when her legs tighten around his waist, he rolls with her maneuver, and sighs when she lands on top of him and pins his wrists over his head. “...As much as I hate the thought of sharing you…” he hums roughly and bites at the crook of her bra. He pulls back with his teeth and her floral top tears down the middle, exposing her breasts, which fall loose and bob over his face. “Don’t worry. I’ll buy you another.” Jake smiled, running his devilish tongue under and over his teeth. “It’s def’ a fav’.” he wrestles with her slightly until his hands are free and gripping her by the waist as they now lay on their sides, facing each other. 

“—We start with that Mother Chucker. ...He had his eyes all over this perfect little body of yours.” Jake nuzzles her neck and licks beneath her ear. “...Tell him I was being a Jakeass. Lead him up here. Make him think he’s about to get some nookie...” Jake presses against her chest as he leans over her and reaches below the bed before producing a pair of shiny metal handcuffs. “…Once he’s restrained. I’ll come out...” Placing a finger against her lips as if to say ‘hold that thought’ Jake hops up and sprints across his room to look through the closet. “Ah-ha! Knew I still had ‘em.” he slips a black and white skull mask over his face and carries another in his hand as he returns to the bed and pushes Brooke down onto her back before straddling her waist again. He then places the second mask over her face and  thrusts himself between her legs with new excitement. “Mm. Get him to take a party favor with you. Though while you swallow Jingle Jangle, he’ll be eating some good ol’ fashioned LSD. That dumb son of a bitch will be tripping balls the whole time.”  

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[coppertone]

[mustprotectchopper]

Charles Melton as Reggie Mantle 

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what can i say except you’re welcome ? hey it’s okay, it’s okay - you’re welcome !

[cherylblossom]

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PLOT: the Ghoulies knock Jake out and cover him in fake blood and send a video to the Serpents/Brooke — and Brooke freaks out ? @maddoxwrites

[stillsarahschuck]

[warpaintvixen]

MITZGERALD AESTHETIC → 1/? @thejake-fitzgerald

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JAKE & BROOKE  featuring:  @viraldoosh

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Brooke couldn’t help herself. It was so easy falling back into things with Jake when the mood was light. She wasn’t thinking of the past three months anymore or how much it hurt to go 92 days without him. Jake might not have known it but, Brooke counted every hour and every day. Because each day mattered. When there were no reports of his body being found somewhere, Brooke breathed a sigh of relief. In the beginning, she wanted to file a police report. The whole thing just seemed fishy to her but she was advised against it by Quinn and even Vera. She listened to them reluctantly but then still had Emma frequently checking the morgue via her mom’s access. It might’ve seemed obsessive and extreme but to Brooke, losing Jake forever wasn’t an option. It shouldn’t have even been a choice. As Brooke swam beneath the surface of the water, she circled Jake like a shark and then jumped out at him when he searched the dark ocean frantically for any signs of her. “Ha, ha, ha!” Brooke burst out into a fit of giggles after Jake fell back into the water. Tears stained her eyes due to how hard she laughed at his surprised reaction. “You were worried about me,” Brooke teased, as her arms and legs wrapped around his shoulders and waist and she kissed his wet lips. Her boobs rubbed against his chest as he lifted her up and then stopped when he let her back down and twirled her petite frame like an ocean ballerina. Brooke was elated as Jake proceeded to shower her with affection; sprinkling kisses all along her face, neck, and shoulders. She was so in love with Jake, she felt like her heart was going to burst at the seams. 

“I know,” Brooke responded, once she finally turned back around to face him. His apologies warmed her heart however, they were unnecessary. He might not have believed her but she really did forgive him. She couldn’t punish him forever and still move forward. Jake explained his side of things to her and Brooke either had to; accept them or move on without him. And she just physically could not live with the latter. “Mmm,” Brooke hummed against Jake’s lips as he proposed payback against Cheryl and Chuck again. Brooke couldn’t deny that the thought was incredibly tempting. On top of that, the Jingle Jangle still made her feel incredibly wired. “Mmm,” Brooke murmured as she reached behind the back of her head to pull Jake’s mouth in for a heated kiss. Her tongue rolled over his lips before she spoke against them, “Let’s send them both back to hell, baby.”

When Brooke’s hand reached up behind them to thread through Jake’s wet curls, he softly cups her boobs above the water, sharing a deep kiss that leaves them both moaning for more. “Mm. You mean it, babe?” his voice is raspy and soft as their lips come undone and Brooke turns around in his arms to face him. When she gives a meek nod, his hands find the small of her back and he kisses her again, rolling his tongue with quiet moans. Meanwhile, back at the shore house; Chuck was upstairs in Quinn’s master room with his sophomore sprawled out on the bed. Chuck already had his shirt off as he filled two plastic cups up with a shot of tequila and a pinch of lime. “Time for a memento.” A handsome smile rolls across his pearly whites while taking a seat on the edge of the bed and extending the cup to his conquest. “Memento? Is that, like, a secret concoction?” she sniffed the drink and winced. “Nah – that’s tequila and lime, baby. The memento is a pic. Don’t worry I’m not gonna post it. I’m just a whore when it comes to freezing memories. I guess I’m sentimental like that.” While he was unlocking his phone, the girl got on her knees and tried her best to fix her frazzled hair. “I bet you’re a whore when it comes to a lot of things.” Drunkenly, she crawls into his lap and kisses his cheek just as he raises the iPhone and snaps a pic. “That’s a keeper. Want a copy?” he slides down to her contact and attaches the file. Three doors down was Cheryl in her signature red top and a plaid skirt, sitting on a bed and scrolling through texts between her and Rocket. | Rocket Man: I may know where your Southside Romeo is. If you’d like an encore, it’s gonna cost you this time. I need a fave from your crew. |

Hand in hand, Jake and Brooke walk down the stretch of the beach, dressed in their warm clothes. “Just remember, mi reina, they deserve this.” As they continued to walk, Jake tucked his hand into Brooke’s back pocket and kissed below her ear. “All we need is a little strategic planning. We don’t go in their guns-blazing. It’s a game of cat and mouse – we’re the cat. You’re the cat.” Jake gave a small smirk as he leaned in and wrapped himself around Brooke outside the house. His strong tattooed arms lift her effortlessly and kisses her lips and face with nose-crinkling besitos against the side of the house. “Mm. Planning a war turns me on.” He teased with a dramatic grin; then licked over his lips while pulling Brooke from the wall with his outstretched arms. “Let us go to thee Jake suite—” With a salsa-esque twirl, he pulls Brooke close and walks up the stairs with a new air of union in their relationship. It was obvious how much stronger they were now after having their talk on the beach. Same seemed so for Reggie and Veronica whom was cooped up in a corner talking over cups of beer with these private smiles only real lovers would recognize. “Think Regonica is a thing?” Jake asked Brooke on their way upstairs to his bedroom. “The Camaro looked an awfully lot like the 1912 Coupe de Ville, Jack and Rose steamed up in Titanic.” He laughed, closing his door before locking it. “Oh —Er, full-disclosure, — if you find anything shady in here – S’not mine!” he teased, rushing forward with a bear hug before dropping down onto the bed with her under his weight.