We All Could Go Insane With Just One Bad Day.

— We all could go insane with just one bad day.

independent, private & selective jerome & jeremiah valeska from fox’s gotham. canon divergent. written by jasmine. © ©

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He watches intently as she comes closer, just barely leaning into the hand on his neck. His hands go to her waist and he gives her a slight squeeze. “Where’s the fun in that?” If he offered it back earlier, she might have taken it, and Riff would be out of ways to see her again. He could always track her down, but that required more time and effort than he was willing to risk. If he didn’t have his crew, he would’ve done it in a heartbeat, but there was always the threat of mutiny looming, even with a crew as loyal as his. “If I’d offered, you probably would’a taken it. And where the hell would I be now?” Certainly not here. He grins at her. “It’s common sense, sweetheart.”

SHE CARES BECAUSE SHE IS POSSESSIVE. She cares in the same way a cat cares if there is a rat on board of the ship. It is hers and hers alone ; even if she has to bite through a neck to get it. Her gaze drops to the bracelet wrapped around his wrist. PERHAPS TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT SHE TAKES IT BACK. But not because he offers. Tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth as she stalks closer to him. Chest to chest, her hand against the nape of his neck. Better lovers might kiss him. Better women might be kinder to him. He just has to settle for what he fucking got. ❝ Not yet. Not until I say I want it back. But I expected you to have offered before now. ❞ Riff is late to an appointment he never even knew he had in the first place.

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The fact that Chrissy probably knows her own limits doesn’t do much to make Riff’s nerves go away. But then again, he supposes she’s been cheering for a lot longer than he’s been watching her cheer, so his worry is probably unfounded. He glances over at the other girls on the team, flashing them a grin just to watch them try to hide their blushing faces. His grin gets a little wider. “I guess.” Riff wasn’t the type to work hard unless he wanted to. And most of the time, he didn’t want to.

“To the mall? Sure.” He’ll never say no to the mall. He’s pretty sure half the guys are already there, so he can meet up with them if he wants, too. “Who’s car are we takin’?” Riff doesn’t own a car. He can drive just fine, but he doesn’t have a car. Or his license. “Yours?”

Maybe, if it had been someone else, she might have been a little more prickly about such advice. After all, she'd been cheerleading for years, nearly half of her (very short) life. She'd had to learn her body and its limits, and she thought she had it down to a science.

But there was something very... nice, about Riff being concerned. Nicer still that he was even there at all, at school after hours, just to see her at practice. It made her stomach swoop not unlike the throws that had her in the air. "I won't pass out, promise," she said with a bright smile, aware that the other girls were most likely looking over and getting ready to feed the gossip mill, but not finding it in herself to care for once. He was more interesting than them at the moment anyway. "That's why we usually go to the mall after practice. Work hard, play hard, you know?"

A glance over her shoulder and then she was looking back at him, smiling again. "You wanna go, by the way?"

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