A prompt: Jabitha vs Veggie beer pong (and/or event of your choosing!) at a Halloween party?
“OHHHH, DEATH CUP. Game over, suckas,” Reggie bellowed as Veronica sank her shot into the cup already in Archie’s hand. From the other end of the table, the red head grimaced, wiping the splash of beer off of his face before he glanced over at Fangs, whose expression was wholly disappointed.
“Dude, some partner you are,” Fangs groused as he picked up one of the red plastic solo cups to drink.
“Maybe we should start calling him Two-Cup, since he sucks at shooting.”
“Hang on. I make the trick shot, but Archie gets the nickname?” Veronica said pointedly as Reggie re-racked the table. “No way. I don’t think so. Vetoed.”
“Wait a minute...Archie, weren’t you the quarterback in high school?” Tabitha piped up from her spot on the couch next to Jughead.
Beside her, her boyfriend snorted lightly.
“And on the basketball team. Guess that’s what you get for going out for wrestling instead, eh Arch?”
“In my boy’s defense,” Reggie piped up as he finished resetting the cups at their end, grinning across the table at the man opposite him. “He sucked at that too. Right, Andrews?”
Archie shook his head.
“Wow. So what, you guys are just gonna roast me at my own Halloween party? Is that it?”
“Like a pumpkin seed, Archiekins,” Veronica told him sweetly, flashing him her best cheerleader smile. With a scoff, her ex waved her off.
“Whatever. You can guys can find someone else to embarrass then. I’m gonna go get a real drink.”
“I’m out, too,” Fangs told them, reaching over toward the couch to grab his Serpent jacket from where it was draped over the back of the sofa next to Tabitha. “Big T and little T are already passed out in the spare room, so I’m gonna get them home.”
“So, curious minds are dying to know… which one exactly is Little T?” Jughead asked, smirk sliding across his face.
“Don’t let Topaz hear you say that,” Fangs said as he slid his jacket on over his shoulders, flipping his long dark hair out from under the collar. “Unless you want a boot thrown at your head.”
“Well since our competition is bailing on us, I guess that means that we’re the tournament winners,” Veronica declared, puffing up just a little to peacock as she gloated.
“Not so fast,” Tabitha told her, using Jughead’s knee to help her push up from the couch. Looking between Reggie and Veronica, a sly smile turned up at the corner of her mouth.
“I’m in.”
“Tabby—“ Jughead’s voice from next to her on the couch was uncertain, almost small, and she turned to look down at her boyfriend, with a soft, comforting smile.
“Don’t worry, baby. I got this.”
“No no no. Beer pong rules state you gotta have a partner,” Reggie said matter of factly. Beside him, Veronica crinkled her nose and looked up at her own beau.
“Aren’t we a little too old for peer pressure?”
“I didn’t say it had to be Jones. She just needs a partner,” Reggie countered.
“No. I’ll do it,” Jughead said pushing up from the couch. Ignoring the surprised looks on Veronica and Reggie’s faces, he looked down at Tabitha’s concerned expression, reaching to tuck some of her dark hair behind her ear.
“You do the drinking. I’ll just shoot.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to—“
“It’s okay. I’ll be okay. Really,” Jughead reassured her, trailing his fingers down through her long black hair as he locked his denim colored eyes on her own. “Trust me.”
After a moment, Tabitha finally nodded, turning back toward Reggie and Veronica.
“We’re in,” she announced. Next to Veronica, Reggie snorted.
“Easy pickings. The only balls Jones’ ever played with are his—“
“REGGIE!” Veronica chastised, making her boyfriend flinch. At the other end of the table, it was Jughead’s turn to smirk.
“Okay okay,” Tabitha interjected, racking their own cups. “Jughead shoots. I drink. But I get to take all penalty shots, and if he makes his shot, I get to take the second one.”
“Deal,” Veronica piped up before Reggie could protest, the diminutive brunette turning to wag her finger at her boyfriend at he sputtered.
“Nuh uh. You’re in free speech jail right now, Reginald.”
“Whatever,” he grumbled, picking up his ping pong ball. “Are we gonna play or what?”
***
“See, I tried to tell you those were bullshit rules!” Reggie griped before picking up his cup to start drinking.
“I don’t see why you’re complaining,” Veronica sniffed, picking up her own solo cup. “All this cheap beer is going to wreak hell on me.”
As they exchanged complaints about their loss at the other end of the table, Jughead turned to slide his hands around Tabitha’s waist, his eyebrow quirked upward as he grinned down at her.
“Do I even want to know how you got so good at beer pong?” he asked, using his hold on her body to pull her a little closer. Lifting her hands, Tabitha placed them lightly on his chest to keep their distance, not wanting to kiss him with beer still lingering on her mouth.
“Mmm, not beer pong. Basketball. I was captain of my team in high school.”
Jughead chuckled, his hands sliding up her back and then down to rest in the small of it before he leaned back a little to look down at her.
“You are a wonder, Tabitha Tate.”
Tabitha smiled then, a dusky red color blooming in her cheeks over the compliment. Leaning in to kiss his chest lightly, she then patted it again, lifting her dark eyes to look up at him.
“I’m gonna go rinse my moth,” she told him, her hand smoothing along the curve of his chest slowly and with intent. “Grab our coats and we can get out of here?”
“Wanna go celebrate our victory, huh?” he asked her, waggling his eyebrows. Tabitha rolled her eyes, pulling out of his arms. But before she was clear of his hold, his fingers curled around her wrist gently, pulling her back into his embrace. As he looked down at her, one arm encircled around her waist, the other came up, deft fingers tucking her hair away from her face and behind her ear again.
“I love you,” he told her softly, broad palm stretching out to smooth down her hair before it cupped lightly under her jaw. “Thank you for… you know… not making me feel like a total freak with this whole not drinking thing. You make me feel… I don’t know. Included.”
The raw admission had him averting his gaze for a moment before it settled on her again, his thumb stroking over her cheekbone gently as he found his voice again.
“It just means a lot to me… feeling like you want me around. Even if I am—“
“Even if you are a wonderful, kind, loving human being that, like the rest of us, isn’t perfect?” Tabitha interjected, cutting off whatever disparaging remark Jughead was about to utter about himself before she reached to take both of his hands from her body, lacing his fingers with her own and squeezing as she held them.
“Jughead, you’re perfect for me. That’s what matters. The rest we can figure out as we go. Okay?” she asked, giving his hands another reassuring squeeze, one that he returned with a nod before leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead.
“Go,” he finally told her as he pulled his lips away from her skin. “Go rinse your mouth so we can get out of here and I can kiss you for real. I’ll go get our coats.”
“Okay. Oh, and J?” she started as he slid away from her, heading for the stairs.
“Yeah, Tabby?”
When he stopped at the bottom of them and turned to look at her, that impossible dark curl half flopped into his eye and made her heart flutter, her affection for him spreading warmly throughout her chest. How anyone could’ve ever made such a sweet man feel like he wasn’t wanted was beyond her, and made her want to shake the offenders and soothe him all at once.
In that moment though, she settled on crossing the small gap of living space between them, so she could reach up to tuck his own curl behind his ear — the perfect excuse to run her fingers through that soft mop of black velvet as she looked up at him with a tender smile.
Watching the Speak Now tour with my bf for his bday & taking shots everytime Taylor hair flips (his idea). Suffice to say we're all getting quite intoxicated 😂
The kiss prompts have been adorable!! Thank you for writing them! For the nsfw could you do “I could really use a fuck right now”? Thanks!!
in honor of rebelcaptainsmutweekend
Jyn is just arriving at the Cantina when Cassian stumbles up, a grin on his face. He looks absolutely wasted, a bottle of something sloshing in his hands, and he looks free, empty. If it wasn’t for the alcohol, Jyn might actually think he was faking it, putting on a show, like he was undercover in this moment, but instead, he looks downright relaxed, in his element, walls down.
A part of Jyn prickles at that thought - Cassian never lets his guard down, never lets the mask slip, only for her, and that’s occasional. It’s so rare for her to be given that glimpse, and now, everyone in the room can see it, can see his soul laid out.
Something about this feels wrong, but his smile is contagious, so she smiles back… or at least, her eyes do.
“What is in that bottle?” Leia asks, and her eyes are wide, reaching over to grab the bottle from Cassian - who jerks it away and takes another swig of it.
“Not sharing. Go ask your boyfriend,” he says with a grin, and his free arm goes around Jyn’s shoulders, tugging her close. This is… different as well. Every touch between them has always been calculated, like it was a risk that they were willing to take.
Nothing about this feels right.
“He’s not my boyfriend!” Leia snaps, but Leia is still looking out for the smuggler, which has Jyn smirking for a brief second before she feels Cassian’s face pressing against her neck.
“She’s lying to herself,” Cassian says, and his words are half mumbled… she has to wonder how he’s able to stand up, given how drunk he seems, and she turns her head, looking at him.
He doesn’t smell like alcohol, thankfully, but Jyn barely even notices, because his eyes are staring right into her soul.
“So am I…”
His words trail off, and Jyn waits for him to finish, but he seems to be distracted by it, pulling away and taking another swig. She steps back, out from under his arm, and something… nothing about this feels right. He has to be absolutely trashed, given how much of the bottle is missing, but -
“About what?” she asks, and she can’t help it, because she wants to know, wants to know what Leia lying to herself about her feelings for Han has to do with anything, and Cassian…
The look he gives her last for an eternity, and then he shakes his head. “It’s nothing, it doesn’t matter.”
It clearly does matter, and Jyn presses forward, her hand resting on his chest with the briefest of touches. “Tell me what’s on your mind?”
His eyes seem to seep into her soul, studying her, reading her, analyzing her, and he doesn’t look like Cassian the happy drunk… he looks like Cassian the spy, the man that she had first met, that held himself too still… and then he melts, giving another shrug as he pulls away to take another swig. “I could really use a fuck right now.”
Jyn pauses for all of a breath, and then the words are past her lips - “That can be arranged.”
The bottle in Cassian’s hand, about to be pressed to his lips, lowers slowly, and he looks at her in shock, blinking. The grin almost seems to slip, and she thinks there’s a hardness to his eye, but then he gives a shrug, moving closer.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean, Jyn…”
His words sound careful… very careful… although, so did the previous phrase. Very hard, very thought out…
He’s leaning into her again, his eyes half closed, and she snags the bottle from his hand, even with his protests. She takes a whiff of it-
“Why would you say that?” she snaps, and he looks… guilty. Guilty, and the grin has faded, and the light in his eyes… he’s staring at her like he feels pain, and she can’t even look at him… because it feels like he was teasing her. “What was the point.”
He licks his lips, then shakes his head, taking the bottle back. Jyn knows that he’s good at being undercover, at playing a role, but to fake being drunk, so that he could… what, pretend to relax?
“I just… It was Bodhi’s idea.”
It sounds like a stupid Bodhi idea, but that doesn’t save Cassian in this moment.
“Why would you pretend to be drunk?”
She’s staring at him now, and he shakes his head, looking around the room, then pulls back. “Come with me. Please?”
She gives him a long look, then shakes her head. No, definitely not. She wants an answer, not some half truths, or side stepping.
“Why would you do that? Did you just… want to see what I would say? Practicing a new cover? Why even mention sex?”
Her cheeks are burning now as she thinks about her response, thinks about how she had said it could happen, and Jyn could totally play it off as meaning that she could find someone, but the truth is, if Cassian wants sex, she wants to give it to him. She wants to give him a lot more than that, but in truth, Jyn was desperate enough…
She would take what she could get.
“Look, Jyn, I-”
“Answer me,” she half begs, and her hand reaches out, grabs his wrist… that can be arranged…
“Bodhi… he said that the only way I would ever confess my feelings for you would be if I was drunk,” he murmurs out, and his eyes are down, now away from her. “I figured.. if you were interested, we could…”
“What, have you pretend to puke in the fresher while I refuse to have sex with someone who’s drunk?” she asks, and she steps back, shaking her head. “Seriously?”
“It wasn’t the most thought out plan,” he confesses, and his eyes are down, and he shakes his head. “It was a stupid plan. I was going to get actually drunk, but then I thought, what if she actually does have feelings for me? What if Bodhi is telling the truth? But, I had to just tell you, at least once, and-”
“What does that even mean?” she says, interrupting him, and her eyes are wide, trying to read his. They should have left the room, left the insanity, because they’re half yelling, half muttering, and she’s missing every few words, but she gets enough. “Cassian, how do you feel about me?”
He just stares at her, stares into her soul, gives a nod, and a shrug, then steps forward, his free arm going around her waist to tug her forward. They never touch like this, not since Scarif, not since nearly a year earlier, and his lips press to her ear, like he has a secret, and she sucks in a breath, waiting for it.
“I love you. I karking love you. I know it’s too much, I know, I just-”
Her head turns and catches his lips, and he tastes clean, tastes like water, and caf, and not at all like alcohol, and he kisses her back immediately, the hand on her lower back tightening. Her fingers go into his jacket, tugging him closer, and she tries to not pull away, but eventually, air demands it, and she pulls back just enough that she can suck in a breath.
His eyes are closed, and she waits until they open before she speaks.
“I could really use a fuck right now, but I would rather you take me to your room, undress me, and slowly show me how much you love me…”
He gives a nod, his eyes flicking over hers, and she takes in a breath, before giving him the answer he’s looking for.
“Because I love you too.”
His smile, it’s real, it’s genuine, and it’s just for her.
It’s beer pong anon! It was better than I could have ever imagined, I loved how you wrote Jabitha and Jughead’s feelings about not drinking! Thank you so much, it was so so good!
Awww beer pong anon, you’re welcome! I like to imagine that Jughead has told Tabitha that he doesn’t mind if she drinks, but that Tabitha mostly doesn’t for his sake. But every so often, like a festive occasion or something, she allows herself a couple — in this case, a few cans worth of beer. But she always makes sure to brush or rinse her mouth at least so he doesn’t taste it on her. This way, he doesn’t feel like he’s limiting her freedom to make her own choices (which, if Jughead has an opportunity to feel guilty about something, we all know he will), but she’s being respectful of his not drinking in a way that won’t trigger him. Trust is everything in this kind of situation and I think these two have that in spades 💜 I’m glad you liked it!
