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scorpionwins · 2 years
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Riverdale Friendships/BROTPS and their aesthetics
Jopaz: Harmless gossip, laughing at jokes that aren't funny, sharing earphones, " I think you'd like this song", late night movie marathons, greedy fingers snatching food and treats, matching nail polish, big and little secrets, wars over films and books, taking secret photos, memory albums lovingly conserved in time, promise rings, bold honesty, bitter arguments, never-ending fondness, hugs that last for a minute more than they have to, gentle teasing, birds of a feather flock together
Swangs: " tough boys cry too", entire conversations spoken through one look, play fighting, eye rolling with a smile, pleasure in mischief, intimate trivia, bandages over a fresh wound, "borrowing " clothes, keys to eachother's places, never argue, comfort words exactly when needed, ' I'll only do it if he does it" solidarity, nicknames the other hates, tea and coffee, learned food orders, prideful support that lacks sweetness but not love, words of affirmation, " no, I'M the big brother "
Moosehead (Moose and Jughead): bombing excitement when they see the other, words of affirmation, " don't say that. You're great ". Childlike giggling over the phone, snack stashes, memorised locker combinations, casual affection, hugs over handshakes, grocery shopping as one pulls the cart and the other sits inside, holding hands while walking, sharing clothes, slumber parties that last all night, late calls crying and comforting listening, hands on waists and arms over shoulders, favorite snacks waiting for the other at their houses, parents addressed by their first names, talking until their throats run dry, insecurity bonding, " did you eat today?"
Swarchie: scoffing, biting back laughter because they refuse to laugh at each other's jokes, mean nicknames, unflattering photos as their contact icon, eachother's emergency contacts, soldier like solidarity, " of course you can come over, what the fuck?" competitive video game tournaments, brotherly hatred, " what the hell did you just say about him?" defensiveness when the other is insulted or berated, " I hate you" " hate you more" , "your closest enemy is your dearest friend " begrudging worry, a punch I the shoulder ringing as a hug
Jeronica: " I love you " , inside jokes, references only they get, matching outfits, burning but helpful honesty, smiling kisses on cheeks and noses, playful teasing, petty arguments that result in tearful hugs, sleeping in the same bed holding hands, cuddling everywhere, " you know you can tell me anything, right?" , taking pictures of objects or pretty things and sending them randomly, mutual damsel in distress for the other, ride or die with just mild complaining, " if I was a zombie I'd eat you last"
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Meeting and Dating Shavonne Wright
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- You met Shavonne in school. The two of you had a class at the end of the day together but you didn’t talk to each other until halfway through the year when she saved your ass in the school bathroom. 
- It was around fourth period when you just so happened to enter the bathroom after she did. She was leaning against the sink smoking and not paying any attention to you when you made your way into a stall. It was there that you found out that “that time of the month” came early and you were completely unprepared. 
- You cursed quietly, panicking while rifling through your bag for a second time. You could hear her let out a short laugh in response to your outburst before she finally spoke. 
“You alright in there?” The question was joking more than anything.
- You winced at the idea but swallowed your pride, asking if she had a pad or something that you could use. 
“Oh shit, girl. ...Yeah, give me a minute.” She answered quietly. You could hear her heels clicking against the floor as she made her way over to the stall, her hand appearing over the top of the door to hand you one. 
- You thanked her and finished up, hoping that she would leave before you got out but you had no such luck. You shyly exited the stall, flashing her a small smile as you went to wash your hands. 
- She nodded at you while taking a drag from her cigarette, brushing off your second thank you as you finally left the bathroom. You let out a breath once you got into the hallway, figuring that was that and she’d forget about it by the time your class with her came around. 
- So the end of the day came around and you made your way into your final class; study hall though your “teacher” let you do whatever you wanted within reason. 
- Shavonne came in a few minutes after you had and, for the first time, seemed to notice that you shared the class together. She hesitated for a moment before making her way over and asking if you were “alright now”, offering you a Midol as she took a seat. 
- The two of you talked on and off for the rest of the period; you blamed it more on the fact that she didn’t really have any friends in that class rather than her actual interest in you. But you’d soon be proven wrong.
- She began to sit with you nearly every day after that, your conversations moving past awkward small talk and the length at which you spoke getting longer and longer. Shavonne actually found herself trying to get to that class faster so that she could see you sooner, something she later realized was a bit odd for just two friends, especially when it came to her. 
- After about a month of talking, the two of you began to walk out of class together, still making conversation as you made your way through the halls. It was there that she finally asked if you’d like to hang out after school. 
- You agreed and soon found yourself sitting on her bedroom floor as she rifled through her records, trying to find a good album to listen to. She asked you what you thought of Don while her back was turned to you and you honestly answered: you didn’t know him very well but he seemed like a jerk, harmless but an ass. 
- To your surprise, she agreed and told you that she was planning on breaking things off for good, hesitantly admitting that she liked someone new anyways. You started to prod just a little bit.
“They’re... well you know....” You don’t piece two and two together as she begins to subtly describe you. “Just... cute, you know?”
“I’ve never heard you call anyone cute before.” You chuckled slightly. 
“Sexy. Is that better?” She teasingly corrected herself. “But they’re more cute. Like a puppy or cat or something. I don’t know she’s just different.”
Your heart skipped a beat, wondering if you heard her correctly. “She?”
“Huh?” She asked but you knew she was faking it, her voice high and nervous. 
“You said ‘she’.” You replied tentatively, unsure of if it was your place to intrude. 
“Alright, so it’s a she.” She muttered defensively, knowing she couldn’t play off her fumble.
“Alright.” You said and moved on to another subject of conversation.
- The two of you had your first kiss the same night she confessed that she had feelings for you. She’d dragged you out with her late one night, convincing you to come by admitting that she’d broken up with Don and “just wanted some company”. 
- You were sat next to her on a field of grass, swatting mosquitoes from your legs while she smoked when she finally told you that you were the one she’d been talking about. You went silent for a long moment before you told her that you liked her too, letting her lean closer and closer until her lips brushed against yours; testing the waters before she pulled you into a real kiss. 
- It’s certainly a new experience but one you wouldn’t trade for the world. 
- Lots of pda. She’s a touchy person in general so no one really suspects anything when she’s hanging all over you. She constantly has her arm around your waist/shoulder or her hand in yours. 
- Quick, frenzied kisses. She’ll desperately attack your lips for a minute then pull away like nothing happened the next.
- She likes when you lay your head on her lap but; depending on her mood, she’ll either play with your hair or put things in it until you notice. Even though she messes with you, she doesn’t want you to pull away. 
- She’s a tease. She doesn’t like serious talk, instead she prefers to gossip and  try and get a reaction out of you, usually a nice one. 
- Tv dates. 
- Slumber parties, you have one; at least, once a week. You usually make whole days out of them, heading over to her house right after school and staying there until late the next morning. 
- You know that picture of the two girls where one of them is putting makeup on the other while straddling their waist. That’s the two of you; you can decide who’s who. 
- Bathroom smoking breaks. You tend to light her cigarettes for her since she rarely remembers her own. 
- She literally has everything else you could need in her bag besides a lighter. Hair ties, tampons/pads, gum, breath mints, chapstick, tissues, pepper spray, spare money, band aids, etc. 
- Playing dumb games to pass the time, especially during your free periods. 
- She likes to be tall but she really isn’t. She’s constantly wearing heels and gets annoyed when you tease her about her height. 
- On the same note~ She’s actually really insecure. She may not act like it on the outside but she’s always secretly trying to do things that make her look more “appealing”, skinnier, prettier, etc. 
- You occasionally help her get dressed because she insists on wearing the tightest pants that she can force on and ridiculously hard to clasp necklaces. 
- She can usually score some beers for the two of you from unsuspecting guys who think with the head that’s off their shoulders; if you like to drink, that is. 
- She likes being helpful, at least when it somewhat benefits her. She’ll come help you with whatever you’re doing as long as it either involves her or you spending more time with her. 
- She calls you “girlie”, it’s her version of a pet name, sort of ingenious since she can call you it in public without turning heads. 
- Drive through restaurant dates.
- Wandering around and seeing where the night takes the two of you. 
- Rollerskating dates.
- Matching nail polish.
- Bumping each other’s hips teasingly.
- Brushing her hair behind her ear for her. There always seems to be an annoying strand in her face.
- She likes to think of herself as being above “kiddie stuff” but she’s a sucker for little childish trinkets and stuffed animals. She’ll tease you for getting her something like a teddy bear but you bet your ass it’ll be sitting on her bed the next time you visit.
- She gets spooked easily and whenever she does, she has a habit of looking to and trying to latch on to you. You’re sort of used as a stress ball and a meat shield at the same time.
- Comforting hugs, she always seems to know when you need one and she’ll take one whenever you want to give her one. 
- She turns into a little teddy bear when the two of you get to her house after school. Her shoes come off, she shrinks and then she turns soft. She refuses to be the little spoon, she’ll koala bear your back before she allows you to be the big spoon. 
- She’s a clothing stealer; a beautiful, persistent thief that vexes you. Looking for a particular shirt? You’ll find it soon enough... with your girlfriend inside of it.
- Jodi is incredibly and adorably supportive while Kaye is most certainly a borderline lesbian herself. They’re most likely the only ones who know about the two of you.
- Her shoes in one of your hands and her hand in the other. It’s a common thing after a late night of partying since she insists on wearing heels every time she goes out.
- Special handshakes.
- Photobooth pictures. She’s got them pinned on her headboard and hidden in her pillows.
- She likes leading the way when the two of you walk together but always makes sure that you’re close behind, not wanting to leave you somewhere or let you stray too far away. 
- Being really comfortable with each other. The two of you can talk about whatever you want without ever having to feel embarrassed.You’re also the only one whose secrets she actually keeps.
- She’s a real one; at least when it comes to you. Pimple on your back? She’s got it. Bled through your pants? She’ll get you another pair. Puking in the bathroom? She’ll hold your hair. It’s girl code baby and she’s mastered it. 
- Shavonne’s never been jealous; actually jealous, of anyone, mainly because she’s never been in an extremely serious relationship. But with you? She certainly has a mean streak when it comes to dealing with people she deems as being too close to you.
- It’s a little hard for her to decide when she should and shouldn’t get jealous since she’s sort of new to the whole “being gay” thing. Should she be jealous of guys that flirt with you or only girls who seem to like you more than friends? She isn’t sure.
- She tries her best to deal with her jealousy on her own time and to not let you know about it. She’s sort of embarrassed since she considers herself a pretty sought after girl. She doesn’t think she should ever feel like there’s competition when she’s the one you’re with. But like I said: she’s secretly insecure and that affects how she feels more than she cares to admit.
- She’s very protective of you, insulting whoever is rude to you or tries to make you the butt of a joke. People learn very quickly that being mean/inconsiderate to you gets them on her shit list. 
- She always has a comeback no matter the situation. Teasing her? She has one. Fighting with each other? She has one. You’d think she has a book full of them somewhere. 
- She never stays mad at you for very long. She likes to think that she can hold a grudge but when it really comes down to it, she tries to smooth things over pretty much as soon as she can. 
- She sings “love you~” more than she says it seriously but the feeling and intent is still there. You think it’s cute anyway. 
- She doesn’t have anything against her hometown so she wouldn’t mind sticking around for a while. Maybe the two of you can rent/buy a house together; be ambiguously gay roommates that all the old ladies either look at weird or openly admire your “friendship”.
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Day 3: An Encounter with Captain Lotus and Alex Iwobi
Today is a very special day for Captain Laffey. He is expecting a visit from Captain Lotus of the Emerald Islands and Alex Iwobi to discuss the release of his latest picture book "Dogs Standing in Shallow Water". He has spared no expense on a decadent feast. He has draped a plastic table in in his favourite neon orange table cloth and filled it with bowls of Fridge Raiders, Party Rings, homemade Scotch Eggs, Prawn Cocktail Discos and ordered in some seafood sticks as a special treat for Alex. Laffey (aka Slugsy Malone) arrives for the greeting looking his very best self. He is wearing a freshly laundered orange tracksuit with knee high cowboy boots in pure white. The jacket is unzipped to reveal a bright orange t-shirt with the words "Francis Jeffer Cake" and a picture of the sporting idol manipulated into the shape of the popular treat. After greeting Emerald Lotus and Alex Iwobi with their secret handshake (which Laffey has requested not to be described to maintain anominity of their club), they settle down to eat. They discuss all manner of important topics. Captain Lotus shares his memories from his recent trip to Disneyland Paris, Alex Iwobi explains why Nando's is not the best hightstreet restaurant chain and Laffey chooses the shit-zu as his favourite dog for the cover of "Dogs Standing in Shallow Water". With "Banta Fanta" in free flow, Captain Laffey decides it is time to unleash a quip he has been holding on to all evening. Looking coldly into Alex Iwobi's eyes, he says "Alexa, play Coldplay". Captain Lotus is howling. He laughs so hard, a jet of Kia-Ora streams out of his nose and straight onto a Renaissance style wall painting of Niall sitting atop a pile of business papers, his legs dangled over the side. Laffey had earlier explained the painting as: "Have you ever heard of Elf on a Shelf? How about Niall on a file?" The joke very much upsets poor Alex, but he is too polite and perhaps intimidated by Laffey's sharp wit to make anything of it. As the evening draws to a close, Alex and and Captain Lotus retreat to their bunk beds, weary from a second helping of bread and butter pudding with extra strawberry Ambrosia. In the bedroom next door, Laffey slips away into slumber, gently smiling to himself that his guests enjoyed the Scotch Eggs and the Alexa joke went down just as well as he hoped.
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scorpionwins · 2 years
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Platonic bughead my beloved
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