#this archi student is very tired

[dalandanii-danayaaa]

another old drawing hfhfjfj

"lowkey" projecting onto kaveh all my archi student stress 🥹🥹

also its almost midterms week i just want this sh*t to end 💀💀

#this archi student is very tired #i went from never drinking coffee to not surviving without it #kaveh #kaveh fanart #kavetham #kavehaitham #genshin impact fanart #genshin imapct #fanart #digital drawing #fanart illustration #digital art #digital illustration #artists on tumblr #genshin art #genshin fanart #genshin #genshin kaveh #cyno #cynonari #tighnari #al haitham #alhaitham

[unadulteratedkr]

2, 18, 19, 46 and a wildcard for you too for the fic writer game 💗

eeee thank you for coming into my inbox and playing with me, Ida 🥰🥰🥰

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

Oh, I absolutely have to outline before I write. Pantsless writers, you terrify me (affectionate). It's not anything very formal, like I'm not doing bullet lists, it's much more stream of consciousness mixed in with me congratulating me on good ideas that get me out of problems I create for myself. It's very chaotic 😂 See below, part of my outline for I am tired, I am yours, where I outright ask myself for help

18. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

It varies! If I'm writing a sequel to something, I'll often have the title picked out before I finish the piece just to keep it thematically tied to the first one. In my Vianton fics, they're all named from Brandi Carlile songs (listen, she's the first person to admit her love songs are fucked up and it fits the Big emotions of a vampire and a werewolf okay I don't make the rules), and the sequel to my actual!KrakenEd fic was pulled from a poem I used a lot as inspiration for the first fic. Sometimes titles come to me in the middle of a piece, sometimes I'm ready to publish and going ".... oh right. Title. For the fic. The fic's title. The title to go on the fic."

I usually pull from poetry or songs for fic titles, but I have some delightful notable exceptions:

-sin is sacred again is titled from the marketing copy from Kraken Rum. No really. I'm not bullshitting you. Go look.

EDIT: OKAY APPARENTLY SOME COWARD TOOK DOWN THE PART I USED AS INSPIRATION BECAUSE THE MONSTERFUCKER VIBES WERE CLEAR BUT LUCKILY I HAVE SCREENSHOTS

-it's not something I can share yet here, but I also wrote a nsfw digital tie-in piece for the Tying the Knot zine titled "The 'I Duoy' Newlywed Special", which has that title solely because I wanted to capitalize on the fucking AMAZING name @jackuntiljune came up with for Archie's shotgun wedding boat

19. What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

This made me laugh so much because @poorlyformed will be SO proud to hear that there's a TIE between "reunions" and "rimming" in my collection.

46. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

Ooooo, definitely emotion-driven, but rooted in the characters? Like, I want my writing to evoke emotions, and I write from a very personal place and put a lot of my own heart into my writing, but I also try really hard to make sure that it's rooted in the characters.

Very much how I approach any characters I've ever played too, I think. Like, I bring my own knowledge of the world and of feelings to any part I play, but at the end of the day.... I am NOT a water spirit or an owl or a grad student, and I need to find that character's truth and imagine outside of it, and I try to do that with fic as well. I want to bring what I find compelling to Ed or Stede, but I want to translate it through their characters to make it authentic and fulfilling to THEM.

And for my wild-card, I'm gonna pick, drumroll please [appropriate length drumroll]

#77: Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [insert fic here]?

Because I want to talk about my Stardust AU, Between the Sand and Stardust, which miiiight be my favorite thing I've written?

My favorite scene, bar NONE, was the scene where Stede got transformed into a mouse. One, mouse Stede is literally perfect, Stede as a tiny little dormouse gives me so much joy, but TWO, it's when Ed admits he loves Stede for the first time and it's so ACHINGLY TENDER because he thinks Stede can't understand him so he lets himself be a little more honest about it and ALSO I love it because Stede immediately post-transformation is a dolt and I'm in love with him:

get to know your fic writer!

#ask meme #my writing #fanfic life

[inthemelancholymoonlight]

Chapter 203 will be very late so I am apologizing by posting the first 2800 words because I just finished this section and I have a lot of the chapter left to write but this stands alone so here's an excerpt for you all to enjoy before I post the rest in the next day or two (or three).

The moon is not the only celestial body with cycles. The sun doesn't appear to grow and shrink in the sky over the course of the month, but it does rise in the east and set in the west, on its daily cycle. The other stars, the ones that rule over the night sky, follow their own yearly cycle, as Earth faithfully treads its annual path around the sun. All plants cycle around the sun, on their own time, in their own orbits, their own paths, their own proximity. Their own cycles. 

So, too, did Lucy's people cycle around her, when the moon's cycle dictated that she must step back for a night and let the wolf take control.

Lucy was oblivious to these cycles, the routines in which those who love her participated every month. 

Certain routines had been curated far enough from Lucy that she was unlikely to ever find out.

Minerva McGonagall always spent the night of the full moon brewing wideye potion. She knew that the Hospital Wing was always well-stocked, but when Remus Lupin had appeared at breakfast on September 6, 1971, wincing as he lowered himself onto a bench and falling asleep onto his toast mere minutes later, she had immediately marched to Horace Slughorn's office and asked for the most detailed brewing instructions he could provide and she ordered two copper cauldrons that same morning. She had always secretly resented potions and avoided the subject whenever possible, despite being reasonably gifted at potion-brewing, but she had made an exception for the Animagus potion and she was going to make an exception for the wideye potion too in order to help a student in need. How much she brewed had changed over the years. When Remus was a first-year, she only needed two copper cauldrons, one potion for Remus and the other for Poppy. By his seventh year, she needed twelve copper cauldrons. One potion for Poppy. One potion for Remus. One potion for Cass, who always understood Remus best and always loved him deepest. One potion for Sirius, who was attached at the hip to Remus and who, quite frankly, always looked tired anyway. One potion for James, who was the most visibly anxious about Remus at all times but especially when the full moon came around each month. One potion for Lily, who had grown quite close with Remus after the Severus Snape incident. One potion for Peter, who was always watching from afar and looking for an opportunity to give Remus whatever James and Sirius couldn't provide (such as silence). One potion for Marlene and one potion for Mary and one potion for Dorcas, who kept a watchful vigil all night in the Gryffindor common room with Lily. One potion for Daphne and one potion for Keira, who kept each other company in the Slytherin common room waiting for Dorcas to return in the morning and confirm that everyone was alright. And one potion for Regulus, who looked tired after full moons every month after he turned in a piece of homework after class on behalf of Remus that was written in a handwriting that wasn't quite Remus's but was a very, very close and careful imitation of it. When Chiara Lobosca was a first-year, she used two of her copper cauldrons, one for Chiara and one for Poppy. By her seventh year, five cauldrons were in use. One potion for Poppy. One potion for Chiara. One potion for Adalyn, her best friend. One potion for Penny, who was working with Professor Snape to learn how to brew wolfsbane. One potion for Talbott, Chiara's first friend. When Lucy Everlin was a first-year, she used three of her copper cauldrons, one for Lucy, one for Cedric, and one for Poppy. As August 28 gave way to August 29, Minerva McGonagall was using five cauldrons. One potion for Lucy. One potion for Fred. One potion for George. One potion for Remus. One for Nymphadora. Next month, she'd be using all sixteen cauldrons she had acquired, for Lucy, for Harry, for Hermione, for Ron, for Ginny, for Neville, for Luna, for Archie, for Henry, for George, for Fred, for Arthur, for Alastor, for Remus, for Nymphadora, and maybe one for herself for once. After nearly twenty-five years of one sleepless night a month, she reckoned it was time she brew one for herself too.

Archie Graye waited for sunrise. As August 28 gave way to August 29, he was nose-deep in a book sprawled across the floor of one of Grimmauld Place's few rooms with a window, eyes flicking up to said window every couple of minutes even though he knew sunrise wasn't for another six hours or more.

Alastor Moody patrolled a different forest each full moon, to prevent anyone else from experiencing Lucy's fate. As August 28 gave way to August 29, he was firing a spell into a tree whose leaves whispered a little too loudly in the breeze.

Luna Lovegood whispered Lucy's name into the night with all of the love she contained. As August 28 gave way to August 29, she was painting Lucy's face onto her ceiling. 

Arthur Weasley wrote each of his children a letter saying just how much he loved each and every one of them. As August 28 gave way to August 29, he was halfway through his letter to Percy. 

Neville Longbottom researched magical plants other than dittany from different wizarding cultures around the world that had healing properties. As August 28 gave way to August 29, he was just finishing up the book Henry had gotten him for his birthday, already with a bookmark in it for a potential plant that would help Lucy.

Certain routines weren't truly routines, but rather responses to whatever each full moon demanded of Lucy, of those she loves, of those who love her.

Ginny Weasley was the perfect example of adaptation, especially in the past 365 days. Lucy needed someone to button her shirt because her hands were shaking? She was there. Lucy needed someone to play Beater with her? She was there. Lucy needed an Animagus to keep her safe in the forest? She was there. Lucy needed someone to continue the twins' legacy with her? She was there. Lucy was going to the Department of Mysteries? She was there. No matter the phase of the moon, Ginny was there with Lucy. Except for when she couldn't be. When she couldn't be, she lay dormant, stony, silent, still. Waiting for Lucy's arrival, waiting for Lucy to soften her from stone into something more adaptable, more forgiving, something warmer. As August 28 gave way to August 29, Ginny was staring up at the ceiling, stony, silent, still, waiting for sunrise, for morning, for Lucy.

Ron Weasley was the perfect example of adaptation, and he had been since eleven years old when he found himself riding the Hogwarts Express with Harry Potter and Lucy Diggory. Adapting to Harry was as natural as breathing for him after five years, and adapting to Lucy was equally easy. He made sure to eat more than she did before full moons so she didn't have to be self-conscious about it, and he was always sure to bring a snack or two up with him to the common room so he could complain about being full and ask her if she wanted it. On the night of the full moon, he always kept his pocket watch close, to keep an eye on it, to remind himself that his friends needed him and valued him and wanted to include him. He was determined to prove to Lucy that the same was true for her. As August 28 gave way to August 29, Ron Weasley was looking over the Quidditch plans Lucy and Harry had already drawn up, because he knew that they were both always in the mood to talk about Quidditch no matter what the circumstances, and they'd both want to talk about something other than the full moon when Lucy returned. 

Certain routines had been established for years, carefully crafted to be hidden from Lucy's observant nature.

Cedric Diggory always went to bed early the night of the full moon, collapsing face-first onto his pillow so his tears were hidden from everyone. He cried every month, without fail, so full of anxiety and grief that he could never dream of expressing his emotions any other way. No words could describe the oppressive weight he felt in his chest, the tension that always crept up his back and pulled the muscles of his neck and his shoulders tight, but tears, bitter and hot but refreshing in their own way, often allowed release that was followed by fitful sleep when he was aided by potions and followed by long contemplative trains of thought when he was not. His tears always dried by morning, replaced by a reassuring smile for his sister, no matter what. Only when she was safe in his hug did the weight begin to lift and the tension begin to ease. He always went to bed early the night after the full moon, too, just to take the time to breathe and take comfort in the fact that his sister was safe again, until the next, until there were no more nexts for him. As August 28 gave way to August 29, Cedric Diggory was in the stars.

Hermione Granger kept a book under her bed that she only read on full moons. She even brought it with her on prefect rounds, once those started in their fifth year. It was The Countess of Montgomery's Urania by Lady Mary Wroth. It had been a gift from her parents on her tenth birthday, because it was the first prose romance written by an English woman. She'd tried to read it when she was ten, really she had, but the book was dense and fantastical and she had struggled to keep track of so many difficult names. She hadn't known at the time that she'd soon be thrown into a world ruled by odd names and magic — the day she started packing for Hogwarts, at eleven years old, she pulled it off her bookshelf and tossed it into her bag. She pulled it out of the bottom of her trunk the night of the first full moon she knew Lucy's secret, and she had pulled it out for every full moon since. Trying to make sense of the story, the names, the magic always kept her mind occupied and prevented it from wandering too far, most of the time. As August 28 gave way to August 29, Hermione Granger was sitting up in bed, reading The Countess of Montgomery's Urania by Lady Mary Wroth by candlelight.

Certain routines were ever-changing, always trying to stay one step ahead of Lucy's detection.

Fred Weasley was the first one in the room with Lucy on August 28. He could tell there was something on her mind, a new pained wisdom in her blue eyes, so he did his best to chase the heaviness away for the night with a barrage of words. Encouraging, light-hearted, humorous, unexpected, and sincere words, to fill the silence, to distract her from his twin's absence. He always tried to be the one to fill the silence in the moments before and after full moons, for Lucy, for George, for anyone else who needed to hear something other than their own worried thoughts. He changed his routine with each moon, spending the night with different people, greeting Lucy different times of the morning so she never thought he was anxiously waiting even though he always was. She never knew that during the full moon, he could never find words to offer anyone, because during the full moon, his own emotions always overwhelmed him. That was part of why he was so glad he'd added his Animagus form to his routine, because hyenas couldn't speak and all he needed to do was run and play with Lucy and George, and he could do that, he was so good at that, Animagus or not. As August 28 gave way to August 29, Fred Weasley was darting back and forth in front of Lucy, trying to attract her attention so George could tap a message to Henry on the door with his paw.

Henry Furls was talking to George Weasley as Fred slipped into the room after Lucy on August 28. He wanted to stay overnight, so he could be there in the morning with Lucy and with George and with Fred, and he refused to take no for an answer. Even though he'd only known Lucy's secret for a fraction of the time the twins had, he had spent the couple of full moons he knew absolutely paralyzed by his fear and absolutely overwhelmed by his feelings of uselessness. He knew he couldn't help, not really, but he couldn't bear to be lying in bed in his flat just wondering if she was okay, not while he still had the option to be close to her. When she went to Hogwarts, he'd have to go back to lying awake, hoping she was alright, but that night, he wanted, needed to be close by, just in case. Her brother wasn't around to keep her safe, so he would, as much as he could. As August 28 gave way to August 29, Henry Furls was sitting in the hallway across from the room where he knew Lucy was, still shaken by the screams he'd heard but listening intently to the Morse code George was tapping against the door. Short long, short long short short, short long, short short. Short short, short short short. Short long long, short, short long short short, short long short short. A-L-L I-S W-E-L-L. 

George Weasley was talking to Henry Furls as Fred slipped into the room after Lucy on August 28. He was trying to convince the other boy to just go home, go back to his family or to his flat, just for the night. Long enough that he wouldn't have to hear the screams. But he was never able to say no to Henry, so they made a deal that George would keep Henry posted throughout the night using the Morse code they'd been learning together, just in case. The uncertainty of war had affected everyone differently; Morse code was their back-up plan, should all other communication fail. They were teaching Lucy too, so she could send coded messages in and out of Hogwarts if needed. That night, though, Lucy wouldn't really be Lucy, and George wouldn't really be George. It wouldn't be safe for him to transform back into a human, and the doggy door was charmed to be one-way only for safety reasons, so Morse code would have to suffice for the night. As August 28 gave way to August 29, George Weasley was tapping Morse code against the door and waiting for Henry's response, which came as soon as he tapped the last letter. Short short short, long, short short, short long short short, short long short short. Short short short short, short, short long short, short. Short short long short, long long long, short long short. Long short long long, long long long, short short long. S-T-I-L-L H-E-R-E F-O-R Y-O-U. 

And then there was the routine of Harry Potter, which seemed to gain a new element with each full moon, each designed to help Lucy as much as possible. First it was take Lucy to the Room of Requirement at night, greet her in the morning. Then the additional step of taking her to the Hospital Wing. Then the additional step of bringing her a jumper. Then the additional step of sleeping in the jumper. Then two jumpers. Then taking her to Hagrid's at night and greeting her there in the morning. The summer had been different, forcing him to be even more helpless than usual. He knew she was in good hands with the twins, but he felt so helpless just sitting by the diary all night, waiting for her morning message. 

And then, it was August 28. Harry and Lucy had been dating for eleven days. All of a sudden, it wasn't just his best friend who was transforming from human to werewolf and back into human. It was his girlfriend.

He knew she was in good hands with the twins, but she was his girlfriend. As August 28 gave way to August 29, Harry Potter was lying on his back in the orchard, cursing the full moon, diary lying wide open and waiting right beside him.

[veivie]

Since I want more fluff-

I think some of you have watched the anime 'Gakuen babysitter', right? You know- Kotarou (the baby with green hair and his older brother Ryuichi-)

Cale and Raon were brothers, they had lost both of their parents to a plane crash.

Eruhaben- a principal who also lost his best friend, Ollienne, in the plane crash saw Cale who was comforting Raon in his arms.

Eruhaben looked at Cale intensely, he saw how the red-haired teenager calmed his younger brother without even shedding a single tear, Eruhaben felt Cale was a very interesting person.

Eruhaben then asked Ron- Butler, as well as his secretary, to seek information about the two children.

Surprisingly, it turned out that the two young people had inherited all the inheritance from the Henituse family that would never run out.

Well- with a few tricks, Eruhaben was finally able to bring Cale and Raon to his school and home.

Cale didn't want to at first- he was rich. Why did he have to hitch a ride at someone else's house? He could support his younger brother and himself- but since they couldn't live alone, Cale ended up with a heavy heart and headed for Eruhaben's house.

When he got there, Cale was asked to be a babysitter at the school's babysitter club- hey, why did Cale have to do such a troublesome thing?! Cale was annoyed, but when he saw the smile from Eruhaben's secretary, it couldn't be helped to make the redhead agree- at least Cale did have some experience in raising Raon-

The children in the club are the children of the teachers who teach at the school.

On and Hong are the grandchildren of Ron.

Dodori is the son of Miss Mila.

Maes is the younger brother of Lock and Choi han, students who received a scholarship from the principal.

Pen is Rosalyn's younger brother- he's a troublemaker along with Robbit.

Robbit is the son of sir Zed. (yes- imagine Robbit and Alver have a relationship like Taka and Kamitani-)

Cale's school life was very Chaotic-

Cale met with Alver, Choi han and Rosalyn who happened to be in his class. He also met with Lock who is an under classmate.

Cale also met Bud, Archie and Toonka— three troublemakers—

Luckily there was Glenn, Whitira and Harol who could tame the three of them– there was also Paseton just smiling and standing next to his older sister.

On top of that, Cale also met with Barrow and his two subordinates- haa- Cale didn't want to talk about Barrow-

Alver, Choi han, Lock and Rosalyn sometimes helped Cale take care of the troublesome kids at his club.

In addition to school children, in the club there is also an adult caregiver-

Rasheel- Cale himself didn't know how this person was chosen-

All Rasheel did was fall asleep- Cale was really feeling tired.

Cale always came into the club room and was greeted by screams from Robbit who had just been hit by Alver- Robbit immediately ran towards Cale and complained about his brother's behavior. Cale could only sigh and see the jealous look that Raon was giving him.

Cale was trying to calm Robbit- he didn't realize that when Robbit hugged him, the boy stuck his tongue out mockingly at Alver- Alver could even see Robbit talking silently to him.

“Cale hyung is mine.” And Alver's bastard little brother had the audacity to smirk at him-

Oh, how Alver wanted to hit his little brother harder-

Yup- Cale's school life was chaotic.

But- he gets a lot of friends, maybe he will also be able to get Lover-

*glance at many people*

*many people choke*

welp-

#cale henituse #alver crossman #alberu crossman #choi han #bud illis #rosalyn #toonka #rasheel #eruhaben #ron molan #lout of count’s family #trash of the count's family #lcf #tcf #alternate universe

[wlw-multi-fandom-imagines]

Hey, may i ask for a little scenario where Cheryl blossom falls for a new Femreader student who's a pro kick boxer and can kicke asses (but at first sight she doesn't seem like it) when reader intervens on day when Cheryl Veronica and Betty start an argument with some guys from the sport team who are quite violente. Thank you !

Before she signed you up for your first lesson, your mother had very solemnly laid out a few ground rules regarding your year-long campaign start kickboxing.

1.  No hanging out after hours at the gym

You were only 14 at the time, but your mom wasn’t naive and she noticed the intensity in your gaze as you’d pass the gym and the way your face reddened as you stammered out a few words to the older girls standing out front when they asked if you were interested (in kickboxing, of course).  If she was going to pay for lessons, you’d better be focused on your trainer and not securing a hookup for later.

2.  No hiding injuries

You had hated going to the doctor since childhood, and it became apparent early on that you would go to great lengths to avoid doing so.  From denying fevers to the time you had hidden two broken toes for a week, you always made every effort to mend yourself up before revealing anything was wrong.  If you were going to fight, you had to be honest and suck it up enough to see a doctor if you needed to.

3. No fights outside the ring.

That one had been hard to stick to at times.  Though not violent by any means, you were quick-tempered and needed to get a handle on it if you were going to get “punching lessons”.  

You had agreed to all of these rules, to your mother’s subtle surprise, and had been in the gym every afternoon after school since.  And, to her immense relief, you didn’t allow the other women at the gym to distract you.  It was easier than you had initially thought, especially considering most of them were hot-headed and honestly a little too similar to yourself to consider dating.  

Cheryl, on the other hand...Cheryl got you wrapped around her finger within weeks of your arrival to Riverdale.  Your official tour guide to the new school, Betty, had introduced the two of you during your lunch period.  One look at the subtle flex of your muscles beneath the shirt you were wearing was enough to catch her attention, and the game was on.  

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“Hey, your girl and her little friends are starting a fight.”

You looked up from your phone, frowning in confusion at the unfamiliar person in front of you.  You hadn’t cared to get to know many others at the school once settling in with Cheryl and her friend group, but judging by the sweatshirt, this was clearly the girlfriend of one of the lacrosse players.

“What?”

“Cheryl, Betty, and Veronica are in the parking lot with some of the football-”

You didn’t bother staying to hear the rest, opting instead to zip up your backpack and sling it over your shoulder.  Standing up quickly, you brushed past a few fellow students just arriving in the student lounge and high-tailed it towards the front entrance.

As you neared the doors, you saw a small crowd gathering near the parking spots that were unofficially reserved for the football players (aka: if you parked there and weren’t on the team, your tires were going to be deflated by lunch) and quickened your pace.  

“You seriously don’t have anything better to do than fake an insurance claim against a sophomore?”

Veronica’s voice was the first one that you could make out clearly as you pushed your way through the spectators.  A knot tightened in your stomach as you finally broke into the center of the crowd and spotted her, Betty, and Cherly at a standoff with five douchebags in letterman jackets.  You glanced around the sea of unfamiliar faces, hoping to spot Archie or hell, even Jughead.  

Nope.  You were the only reinforcement so far.

“Look, the little freak clearly came whipping into the parking lot way too fast and smashed into me and I have a few witnesses here that will back me up.”

“As if.  You literally almost ran Jughead and me over the other morning,” Betty pipes up.  

“And for someone always flexing Daddy’s money, you’d think you’d be able to afford to get a little scratch fixed.  Actually, I bet your Daddy would just love to hear all about this and all about that time two summers ago when you-”

“Shut the fuck up, you bitch.”

The Lead Douchebag lunged forward, a sudden surge of anger and panic replacing the smug features that had painted his face before Cheryl began her remark.  Whatever happened two summers ago was clearly something he intended to take to his grave, and she had struck a nerve in the same way that watching him rush her like that struck a nerve with you.

“Oh!”

The crowd reacted to your swift punch with one unified sound of surprise and teenage exhilaration, but the ringing in your ears drowned out any further responses over the next few minutes.  Five against one wasn’t a fair match by a long shot and you took quite a few blows, but the football players didn’t have the form or the stamina that you had.  So, when you landed a solid hit to the face or a kick to the leg, it gave you enough time to move on to the next opponent. 

The scene soon descended into chaos, with more students arriving to add to the jeering, screaming sea of onlookers desperately trying to record every second of action on their phones.  Eventually, Archie and Jughead were among them and turned it into a 3v5 before a few administrators caught wind and rushed outside to break things up.

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“My mom is gonna be so pissed.”

Cheryl’s head tilted to the side, expression soft and filled with subtle adoration as you pressed an icepack to your cheek and slumped against the back of the bench outside of the principal’s office.  Apart from your face, your left side and your knuckles are really the only things that hurt much right now.

“No she won’t; Principal Honey isn’t even calling home and we aren’t in trouble.”

“Yeah, but this will bruise,” you said, shifting the ice, “and I’m not great at lying to her.”

“God, your healthy relationship with your mother is constantly both surprising and refreshing.”  The redhead reached over to squeeze your leg and you looked away, a little bashful at how she always teased you over the difference in parenting styles your mothers had utilized.  “But is it really that big of a deal?  Surely she has to be used to this kind of thing by now.”

“Not exactly.  I’ve never actually been in a fight outside of, you know, the scheduled ones...” you admitted, once again feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment.  Cheryl looked surprised and like she didn’t fully believe your statement.

“Never?  And here I thought you spent your days before Riverdale saving many a damsel in distress.”

“Nope.”

“Well today you saved three, since I’m deciding to count Betty and Veronica as my fellow damsels.  And to say thank you, we’re treating you to dinner at Pop’s and then drinks and a little performance in the speakeasy.”

You arched an eyebrow, then grimaced at the flash of pain in your face.  

“Performance?”

“Just something we’re throwing together,” Cheryl winked mischeviously and just like that, any lingering concerns about your mother’s reaction to this disappeared.

#cheryl blossom #Cheryl blossom imagine #cheryl blossom x reader #wlw imagines #wlw imagine #riverdale #riverdale imagine #riverdale x reader

[malereader-inserts]

The Night We Met

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Jughead Jones x Male!Reader Summary: There’s too much pain in his heart, he really wish it will go away soon. Word Count: 1,575 Request:  I. Need. ANGST! (Please feed me some angst 🥺) Warning: Suicide, depression A/n: I would love more angst prompts.

Riverdale is a small place, it’s a town where everyone knows everyone. 

Death is common, it’s heartbreaking, but somehow it’s always more saddening when it’s a young person, just because they had so much life to experience. Riverdale is a quiet town, really, but it was only loud because of one young lad. 

Jughead Jones was very fond of this person.

You weren’t too bright that people hated to look your way, you were too good for this world. But, you were real. There wasn’t negativity in your body other than your outlook in life, you were so kind that the elderly always see you and offering your time to help them. You would help struggling students with subjects, you were an inspiration to Jughead’s side project - to tell the perfect story of you. 

See, you were a soft boy. The boy who wore round glasses, oversized sweaters and baggy jeans. Sometimes, you would wear your overalls with your long shirt underneath and converse to match. You weren’t afraid to express yourself, you were too good for this world because nothing should harm you.

So, how can this happy boy kill himself?

The town mourns because this shouldn’t have happened in the first place.

The kid, you, you were supposed to go - be free. You were supposed to leave Riverdale, make it big in the big city. Make friends, make a family, expand your horizons. 

You’re just a boy.

It hurts so much, to think, to feel. 

Jughead hated it, your story was supposed to be making it far and yet it was ending abruptly. Jughead remembers the night you met him, it was just you and him in Pop’s diner. The neon lights illuminating your face, Jughead cannot help but feel threatened by your looks.

You sat across him, sipping a cold beverage. One leg up on the booth and your arms leaning against your knee. Jughead remembers vividly the rings you hand on your fingers, the chains around your neck - the dull brown striped sweater that seems to contrast the white collar from a shirt under it. 

You two seem to hit it off that night, you were laughing at each other’s jokes, the occasional flirty remark, exchanging numbers and kept “running into each other at pop’s late at night when it’s just you and him.

“I want to write a book about you, (Y/n),” Jughead says, as you looked at him curiously, “You’re interesting.”

“Far from it, Jughead.”

He stood by your side most of the time, somehow you two formed a relationship - it was so unlikely, but it was right. Two boys just in love with each other, they see nothing but each other. Jughead adores the book he has written about you, there’s a load of wisdom sprouted from your mouth. 

“People tend to forget to tell each other how much they love or miss you or need you, and even if they do remember, sometimes they're just too shy, too scared, too certain it's the wrong thing to say or the wrong timing. But it's not. It never is. Say it before it's too late. For all we know, it could all be different tomorrow.”

“It really could.”

“I could die tomorrow, and I know there will be a lot of unsaid things in the air. There will be regret.”

Jughead looks at you, “Are you okay?”

You shrugged your shoulder, there was a faint smile on your face, “I haven’t been okay for a long time,” There was a beat silence as you laugh, “I’m just kidding, Jug, I’m okay.”

Jughead wishes he didn’t believe it - but foolishly, he did.

Life continues, he recalls how happy you were, there was nothing in life that could go wrong for you. And yet, you let out your deepest feelings in the late night meet up at Pop’s.

“You know,” You sighed, leaning your head back against the window, “I’m tired of feeling-”

“Huh?”

“I’m so done with life, this life I mean. Reincarnate me to another lifetime like two hundred years from now, maybe it’ll be better.”

“That is if climate change hasn’t taken us already,” Jughead say as you chuckle softly, “Maybe we’ll have robots.”

“Maybe, they’ll lower the age of drinking.”

There you go, joking again, as if you haven’t accidentally got to deep in your feelings. Jughead remembers how you were, and now he cringes. It’s all there, the signs of calling for help - right in front of him. And, he brushed it off because he thinks you’re joking.

Jughead remembers.

It hurts.

He had all, and then most of you. Some and now none of you.

He remembers how you started to drift away from him. The meetings late night started to be rare until you stopped showing up. The smile was there but it looked sort of faded. You weren’t by side as much until you were avoiding him, telling him that you were busy. 

You died.

You killed yourself.

You were at peace now. 

“Please...”

The wind rustles the nearby trees, it’s not cold out. In fact, the breeze was comforting in the warm day, summer was ending and autumn was starting to come about. Autumn had always been your favourite season, it was the season for staying in and the cold weather starting to nip at your nose. It’s an excuse to wear jumpers and have hot coffee.

“Please, take me back to the night we met.”

Jughead trembles, he’s on his knees as he stares at your headstone. It’s clean and fresh among those that have been forgotten over the years. Jughead doesn’t think a slab of stone fits you well, it’s just not you.

Your life could never be marked by a gravestone, something so cold and immobile. Perhaps a tree with a wind-chime in the branches could do you more justice, or a simple song sung into the wind. What lies in the ground is only flesh and blood, that's never what you were. 

You were quite honestly the most beautiful spirit Jughead has ever known. he prays that you soar with the eagles on lofty breezes and swim in oceans deep; he prays that you know the freedom this life could never give you, yet most of all he prays that when his time comes it is you that takes him by the hand and you go onwards to better times together.

There are flowers for you, some that were there since you were buried, some that were new. But, your grave was never short of flowers. 

“I would have done anything for them-”

“-Except save them,” Archie says behind him.

A reared as if he had been slapped. Jughead swallowed hard, eyes wide and startled before their gaze shuttered. “You have no fucking idea,” He whips around to tackle the redhead, “You don’t know (Y/n), you don’t know him like I know him. Don’t think for one second I wouldn’t have tried.”

“Juggie,” FP says softly, grabbing the boy by his shoulders, “(Y/n) wouldn’t want you to do this.”

“I’m sorry,” Archie whispered, he knows he overstepped the line - it’s a shock really, your death was sudden.

“I failed him,” Jughead says, it’s a struggle for him because he’s holding back tears, “I keep seeing his face and I can’t help think I’ve failed him.”

Guilt, too much of it. 

Regret, and you were right - there are a lot of unsaid things in the air and he regrets not telling you.

“I love him.”

“He loves you too,” FP says, making Jughead look him in the eyes, “There is not a bone in (Y/n) that tells you, you were ever at fault - okay? He doesn’t want you to blame yourself.”

Going home was an empty feeling in Jughead, FP knows it will take a while for Jughead to bounce back to himself. School seems to empty without you, there isn’t someone there to wait for him at his locker; instead, there’s candles and flowers at yours. Jughead goes to sleep with the papers of your unfinished story, he goes to sleep in your sweaters.

He keeps a picture of you, always on himself. One night he stares at you, it’s been two weeks since you were buried. Your relationship with him hadn’t lasted long, three months - not once he had uttered the three words as you did to him.

“I love you,” Jughead whispers to the picture of you.

“Why didn’t you tell me that when I was alive?” Your voice questions him, he knows you’re not there, but can’t help himself to imagine you by his side.

“I was scared.”

There was silence, “Yeah, I know that feeling.”

He can’t imagine how terrified you were, in your last moments of breathing. He doesn’t want to imagine it, yet sometimes it keeps him up at night. 

“Make my story ending a good one, will you?” Your voice says, there’s a tone of happiness for a second.

“I don’t know how to end it,” Jughead admits, “It wasn’t supposed to end so soon.”

“Tell them I was brave for finding peace,” Your voice softly begs, “Please, that’s how I want it to end.”

Jughead stays silent before nodding to himself; he knows he’ll be haunted by the ghost of you. But, that’s a request he can do for you - your one last wish.

“Okay,” He whispers.

Maybe, just maybe, you found peace in his word.

#jughead jones #jughead jones imagine #jughead jones x male!reader #x male reader #riverdale #riverdale x male reader #riverdale imagines #angst

[clio-just-clio]

The Riverdale 102(?)-Day Sprint, Day 1: “Chapter One: The River’s Edge”

Just Like Twin Peaks

I have always loathed the CW and its shows. It seems that every CW property starts out strong, or at least adequate, and then devolves into melodrama and mediocrity by season 2 or 3. There’s a veritable bingo card’s worth of things I could say about it, but that seems more like a job for TVTropes than me. 

So, Riverdale. I knew nothing about this show going into it, except that it is a very very very loose adaptation/reimagining of Archie Comics characters, who I am mildly familiar with. The characters from Archie as I remember them are: Archie, a good old-fashioned American redhead whose personality can best be described as “main character”; Betty, Archie’s girlfriend, and Jughead, the misfit best friend who at one point was mistaken for a drug dealer and almost murdered by the Punisher (this actually happened in the comics. look it up). So yeah, I know nothing about this show, except that it is a CW show, and eventually it has zombies and serial killers and musical numbers.

Well, after watching the first episode, this show sure does exist! Already pieces are falling into place for future plotlines which I will eventually piece together, maybe. We have Cheryl Blossom who definitely 100% murdered her brother, Veronica Lodge and her assimilation into the nightmare hell-world that is Riverdale, Archie and his growing musical talent which will probably become The Archies at some point (if this show follows the comics at all), and the machinations of Hiram Lodge who will 100% show up at some point, probably. And of course, the “will-they-won’t-they” of Betty and Archie, which I’m tired of already. 

So why do I say it’s just like Twin Peaks? Probably because it’s an inscrutable mess of a show with winding plot threads and twists and turns and melodrama! However, its inscrutability is not intentional; it’s clear that this was a monster written by a fleet of writers instead of the work of a duo of auteurs. There’s murder, romance that is held back by contrivances, and Mädchen Amick is here.

This first episode alone is making me question how people could ever enjoy this show. The dialogue screams that it was written by someone at least in their 40s who has no idea how highschoolers act, or how high school is in general. The fact that eventually there’s satanic rituals and zombies and cults or whatever doesn’t surprise me in the least, but I’m curious how it’ll all come about. And how is this show on season 6? How have they not killed off their audience yet with all the garbage they’ve thrown at them? How many years will these 30-somethings be trapped in high school? All these questions will surely be answered at some point in the future, maybe, as I begin the random path tomorrow with... “Chapter 61: Halloween”.

Under the cut here are my quick notes taken throughout my watching of the episode. I figured it’d make more sense to compile them here than live-blog them:

quick notes

- oh good a gay best friend. how original

- all of these people look more like graduate students in a drama club than highschoolers

- Betty to her mom: “I’m only a sophomore” BAHAHAHHAAHAHA

- is that fucking Zach Dempsey from smash-hit Netflix show 13 Reasons Why????

- “Kevin is gay, thank god” my disdain for this show is only growing

- Josie and the Pussycats??? is this show adapting every teen comic from the 20th century? I mean I know Sabrina shows up at some point but... c’mon man

- Betty describes Archie to Veronica as the “red-headed Ansel Elgort”...that definitely aged well

- what’s the deal with the cars in this town? during the first few minutes of the show I thought it was set in the ‘50s because of the cars and diner but then I saw a MacBook. will they have some kind of hand-wave explanation for that? I know it’s to match the comics’ aesthetic but...

- HUH WHAT Archie had sex with a teacher or something? what is this show??? (I’d make some kind of Euphoria reference here but I haven’t seen that either)

- Cheryl Blossom - “What are you three gossiping about? Archie’s Efron-esque emergence from the chrysalis of puberty?” ... what have I gotten myself into

- Kevin: “Is cheerleading still a thing?” Cheryl: “Is being the ‘gay best friend’ still a thing?” I hate self-awareness in media with a burning passion but this line was alright

- Oh so there are two murder mysteries! and one of them was heard by Archie and the teacher!

- Queerbaiting!

- Archie’s dad seems like an alright guy. can’t wait for when he’s revealed to be an ax murderer or something

- Every single line of dialogue that comes out of Veronica Lodge’s mouth in this episode is baaaaaaad. The actor is trying her best to sell these lines but ehhhh

- HORSE COCK JOKE FROM THE GAY CHARACTER. HUH

- Poor Archie, the tortured artist, torn between his feelings of familial responsibilities with his dad who loves and supports him and being a rising star varsity football player. Truly, no one can know his suffering (well I guess the “sleeping with a teacher and maybe hearing a murder” part is pretty serious)

- Does... does he have actual feelings for this teacher?

- “I’m in the mood for chaos.” Love that Cheryl Blossom is just a mustache-twirling villain. Every show should have a comically diabolical mustache-twirling villain

- Archie seems really blind to Betty’s seemingly obvious adoration for him. Love that for him. I want to see these characters suffer

- oh who is this narrator guy? all mysterious and – JUGHEAD AHJABHABABHHBZS that’s not how I pictured him at all. then again, I’m not that familiar with the comics

- Archie and Jughead seem to be ex-best-friends. wonder what that’s about

- I get it, the narration is Jughead’s novel, whatever

- Wait so was the gunshot Archie and the teacher whose name I can’ remember heard Jason getting shot? or was it a separate incident?

#riverdale #the riverdale 102 day sprint

[pinkhairedlily]

Every Glance A Step Closer

Prompt: Glances | AO3 link here. Connect with me on Twitter. Happy SS Month everyone! 🌸🍅🥗 @ssskmonth

“This one barely goes out of her laboratory. I swear to god she smells like formaline.”

“He smells like the dust and cobwebs in the library. I cannot even pronounce what he’s doing – archi…something. I just know he handles lots of old papers and books. B-o-r-i-n-g.”

“So anyway, Haruno Sakura meet Uchiha Sasuke.”

This was her one free day in her experiment period week, but she needed to steam off for a night and so she allowed her friend to tug her along for a chill night drink. What Sakura didn’t expect was to socialize with a small group of people in their year and to suffer the cold indifference of the guy in front of her.

To her another surprise, he held out a hand to her. “Hello there.” She took it, slightly conscious whether she used her formaline-cancelling hand lotion. A brief and firm shake and he quicky turned away.

“Sasuke finally speaks.”

“That hello sounded a little spicier.”

“Oh my, that hand holding definitely had some electricity.”

The cajoling and teasing finally stopped when the first round of beers came in. Local university gossip was the go-to conversation opener, from the open secret student-teacher relationships to recent couple break-ups. It eventually led to Sasuke and his list of confessions.

“I heard you turned down Mio from fashion design department.”

“No way. I heard she was approached by Celine for a gig.”

“Really Sasuke? That makes her the fifth girl you dumped for this week alone.”

“You never actually had a girlfriend, did you?”

Sakura stared at him doe-eyed, genuinely curious of his answer. He returned her gaze and raised one brow. “I have high standards.”

Oh wow, what a douche, Sakura thought. Hoots erupted in their table but only for a few seconds. While the drinking and the exchanges went on, Sakura found herself wanting to go home early. She was bored and her neck was tired from not looking at him. Under the guise of stretching her already strained neck, she stole a glance, hoping to have a brief moment to take in all of his features and remember his face.

But he was already looking at her. His eyes went to the door of the restaurant then back to her. Bored? He mouthed.

Sakura looked at the door, knowing perfectly what he meant. She chugged her supposedly last bottle of beer and made a small gap with her thumb and index finger. He caught her signal and started to stand up. Their group was tipsy enough not to notice their sudden movements as they shuffled out of the door.

She halted after a few steps, Sasuke’s figure already paces in front of her, wondering whether she should say goodbye or just walk towards the opposite direction back to her apartment. She didn’t think too much of it and quickly chose the latter.

She had to get ice cream first though, a sugar rush to help jolt her senses awake. She was choosing between chocolate and strawberry when a large figure stood beside her.

“A vanilla one, please,” Sasuke said, looking smug with his hands both in his pockets. “Your treat.”

Sakura felt weirded out by the fact that he actively kept on engaging her. His reputation preceded him, but she decided to humor him for tonight. “So library science and you’re an archivist.”

“Intern archivist actually. So you actually know me.” There was arrogance in his voice that made Sakura almost choke on her ice cream.

“Process of elimination. There is no male major in our year in the History department.” She glanced at him and saw that smug look slowly transition into a slight flush of embarrassment. Cute.

“And what if it was a hobby?” Sasuke fiddled with his still unopened vanilla ice cream.

“There was a job posting in the bulletin specifically calling for Library Science students.” Their feet led them to the park still bustling with university night life and settled on a bench under the canopy of a fully bloomed dogwood tree. “See, I’m not your admirer.”

“Well, that’s a downer,” he smirked.

They talked like that for a while, fleetingly exploring related topics to their degree programs, the usual prominent teachers, the busy schedules, until Sakura finished her chocolate and strawberry popsicles. It was on her way home, finally this time, that she realized he never ate his ice cream.

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She next saw him on their building’s rooftop with a group of friends, a piece of unsmoked cigarette in between his fingers. He quickly met her eyes, did a brief nod, and looked away. She inadvertently expected more than that but she wasn’t here for a smoke break, and it wasn’t her intention to take it further. She was here for a quick getaway from her microscope and to appreciate the city view dotted with the flowers of spring.

He kept glancing her way, however. He would be in the middle of a conversation and his eyes would stray to her, and she would catch it in her periphery, trying not to notice it. She got tired after a few repetitions of this, and the next time he glanced, she caught his gaze.

Stop it, she mouthed.

I’m bored, he mouthed back. Walk with me. His fingers mimicked the gesture, his fingers walking in the air.

She put her hands together and slightly bowed in apology. Next time, she winked at him before running back to her laboratory, a small smile painted on her lips.

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It became like this for the next few weeks; they conversed through glances and awkward gestures whenever they were in public with their friends. When it was time to come home, they would walk in separate ways and meet again in the park under the same dogwood tree and they would converse for hours. It was mostly Sakura word-vomiting about her experiments while Sasuke would look at her with abandoned fascination.

“Stop doing that,” Sakura called him out one time.

“Stop doing what?” Sasuke asked, his ember eyes never leaving her face.

“You stare too much I feel like I’m melting.”

Sasuke made a small grunt and wore his hoodie over his head to mess with her more. He waved his hands on both sides of his face, and she immediately understood the reference of a horse having its blinders on. “Good because usually I’m the one being stared at.”

Sakura reached out to his hoodie and tightened the strings around his neck. “You’re hopeless.”

He leaned forward, almost touching her lips, his face still between her palms. “Hmm, maybe I am.”

Sakura moved away just as quickly as he moved into her personal space, a hot flush creeping to her cheeks. She hated this particular situation since blushing always made her look like a cherry tomato.

“Cute.” Sasuke apparently said his thoughts aloud because he was taken aback the moment she glanced back at him. “Cool, I said cool.”

She laughed this off just as he completely covered his face inside his hoodie.

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She visited the basement section of the library for reference materials. Her writeup was due tomorrow and she was missing a section on historical evolution of vaccines and dosages for the viral DNA she uncovered. The small library slip in her hand, she made her way to the dimly lit rows on Biology. The shelves were twice taller than her, but there were spaces in between stacked books.

Would make it very easy to spot a ghost, Sakura chided to herself. A shadow moved along the row adjacent to the Biology section, but she dismissed this as the library staff. Her fingers traced the spines of ragged books and examined the list of recommended titles in her hand. When she raised her head, ember eyes stared back at her between the spaces of the opposite row.

Hi, Sasuke mouthed. He glanced around and seeing no one, he whispered, “Can I come over to your side?”

She found it hard to stop her grin from rising. “More eyes, the better.”

It took only a few minutes for Sasuke to find all the titles in her list, but they littered around, walking in between shelves, taking one random book and flipping its pages, stopping when they find something interesting. When heavy footfalls were heard on the stairs, Sakura inclined her head, gesturing she needed to go.

Sasuke seemed to misunderstand as he pulled her through the sleeve of her cardigan to the area further behind the room, and as the shadows grew darker, and the noise became more muted, she heard the racing beat of her heart.

Finally reaching the wall, Sasuke slumped to the floor and patted the space beside him. Sakura followed suit, consciously leaving a space between them as she was slowly becoming hyper-aware of their proximity.

“How are you faring so far? Done with the requirements?” Sasuke asked, his voice low but audible enough for her.

Sakura nodded, and after beat, rolled her eyes at him. “Shouldn’t you be out there assisting others?”

“I believe you need more immediate help.” Sasuke pulled his knees in to rest his chin on and trained his eyes on her. “Sakura.”

“Sasuke.”

The longest minute of silence hung between them, tension strung by the stare, until Sakura broke it off with her eyes shifting to the floor. “What are you doing?”

“Flirting,” he said like it’s a matter-of-fact. “This is what they usually do to me.”

“And what should I do?” She let the words roll out of her mouth, unsure why she asked, uncertain also of what he felt. She met his gaze again.

And in that moment, he just sincerely looked at her. “Flirt back.”

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Sakura was done for the school year. She will be officially graduating in a month, and to celebrate, she went out with their group for a sem-ender discotheque clubbing. She was gonna shoot her shot for a one-night stand with literally anyone who had chemistry with her – haha she was just kidding. As this seemed to be the final cap-off to her university life, she went all out with her clothes Sakura-style – basically a boxy cropped tea, high waisted jeans, and old heels her best friend gave to her in pity.

This was actually her first club experience, but she was glad to be with veteran friends. The first few minutes inside a closed space with bass boosted, unfamiliar crowds, and lots of skinship made her very uncomfortable. Her only reprieve was the free-flowing drinks – ironically she can handle alcohol well. The disco lights would have made it difficult to spot faces, but she found him in the dark, on the corner directly across her group, his eyes already glued on her.

She wondered if he ever forgave her for scrambling out of his presence in the reference section last time, explicitly avoiding his request to flirt back. It seemed like she worried for nothing since Sasuke raised his glass to her and mouthed congratulations. She raised her glass back, resolving to mind her own business tonight. But he kept looking, a smirk etched on his beautiful face, urging her to meet him halfway.

She didn’t need to look for an excuse as her friends suddenly pulled her into the harmless mosh pit of friendly grinding. Sakura allowed herself to move to the beat, enjoying the bubble offered by the club to lose herself for a few seconds. But she kept glancing towards his direction, his eyes looking for her in the mass of bodies. At first, the glances were mischievous, like playing hide-and-seek, then they held gravity, heavy lidded and palpable.

Sasuke was impatient, and soon enough, at her next spin on her heels, he was right behind her, his hands hovering over her arms, seeking consent to touch. Sakura turned to face him, one part shy, other parts unnerved, and she slowly encircled her arms around his neck, her eyes a definite yes. His hands went to her waist, and he brought her closer to his embrace.

“You don’t have your hoodie though,” Sakura said, a little louder over the crooning of Carly Rae Jepsen to Gimmie Love. “Someone will definitely see you.”

Sasuke closed whatever distance was between them and brought his lips to her ears. “That’s a relief then. I want to be seen with you.”

“Simp,” Sakura teased. “You’re probably expecting a confession out of me, aren’t you?” This was a long time coming and she wanted to get it over with tonight especially when she had alcohol buzzing on her side.

“I am actually,” Sasuke said. “I was hoping to beat you to it in the library last time, but you ran away. Coward.”

“What?”

“What? Didn’t you hear me?”

“You like me.” Sakura said in realization. She edged her face away from his hold to take a good look at his embarrassed face. “Oh, you really do.”

“You could be dense sometimes, Sakura.” Sasuke poked her forehead playfully, and he was rewarded with a bubbly laughter from her.

Their friends finally noticed them and the intense skinship happening. The yells and woots started to drown out the speakers.

“That took you two long enough, huh?”

“They really waited for the end of the school year to do their big reveal.”

“As if the whole school doesn’t know already.”

“What?” Sasuke and Sakura asked in unison.

“It was the constant eyesmex.”

“Really, they do it every time with no shame. It gives me secondhand embarrassment.”

“Right? Sometimes I think I need to yell get a room.”

“Maybe they’ll get a room tonight.”

“Oh my god, shut up."

🌸 It's my first time participating actively for SS Month so please go easy on me haha. Work is loosely inspired by Nevertheless webtoon (which now has a Netflix adaptation). Hope you enjoyed reading!

#ssm21 #sasusaku month #sasusaku #ssm21d1 #uchiha sasuke #haruno sakura #sasuke #sakura #fanfic #anime fanfiction

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

You should do Kyle Spencer x reader where like the frat boys tried to ra3e her, and he like save her or something and they cuddle? Lmao sorry if that’s sound weird

It doesn't sound weird! Sorry for the wait, I started to watch the first episode of Coven to get an idea for how he acts then I couldn't stop lmao. Anyways, hope you enjoy!😊

Trigger Warning: Attempted Sexual Assault

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"Ugh, why'd you force me to come to this stupid party?" You shouted into your boyfriend, Kyle's, ear.

Kyle playfully rolled his eyes at your outburst, but that was really the only way to communicate over the blaring techno music playing throughout the various speakers in his frat house.

"Because, I know how you get when you're left alone. You would be so bored back at your dorm." He smirked at your pout, knowing that he was right.

"Yeah, well, we could always go to an actual rave with live music instead of this shitty wanna be rave." You huffed, crossing your arms.

Kyle shook his head and grinned. "Just go get yourself a drink, you'll feel better." He teased.

You playfully shoved him and made your way through the crowd of tipsy college students and frat boys, looking to get drunk so you could power your way through the party.

"Well, you don't look like you're enjoying the party."

You look to your right to see one of Kyle's fellow frat brothers, Archie, who was definitely not trying to hide his wandering eyes over your body while smirking.

"Yeah, well, I don't like frats."

"And yet you're fucking one, huh."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Unlike the rest of you frar boys, Kyle is actually sweet."

Archie moved in closer to you. "Aw, but, darling, I can be very sweet." You moved back, repulsed. "Just come to the back room and I'll show you."

"You wish." You laughed, not intimidated at all and continued making your drink.

"Okay, look over there." Archie pointed across the room, and reluctantly your eyes followed. "You can not possibly tell me that you think that pathetic loser is hotter than I am. I mean, he can't possibly have a bigger dick than me cause I've seen that little pecker." He guffawed, making you roll your eyes.

"He's a grower, not a shower." You smiled sweetly, Archie immediately dropping his smirk.

"Hope you enjoy your night, you sick bitch." And with that, he sulked off.

You quickly downed your drink, wanting to forget about that stupid jerk. You cringed as the strong liquor burned down your throat, coating your tongue in bitterness and slight saltiness.

You chose to stay by the bar, taking sips of your drink while watching your boyfriend dancing pretty awfully with a couple of his friends once his favorite Toto song started blasting through the speakers. You shook your head with a loopy grin as Kyle tried to do the Sprinkler.

You noticed how tired you suddenly felt, usually alcohol made you tired, but you could hold your liquor pretty well, so what the hell?

You started to stumble towards the bathroom to splash your face with cold water, but you had so much difficulty standing that the walls were basically the only reason you were on two feet.

"Hey, you okay?" You heard a voice echo through your ears, sounding muffled and distorted. You looked up to see the blurry face of Archie.

"Where's Kyle…?" You mumbled, your own voice sounding distorted.

"I'll take you to him." Your jumbled up mind made you more agreeable, but you normally wouldn't go anywhere with Archie.

"Mm, where are we…?" You whined, noticing the area around you enough to realize that you weren't anywhere near where you last saw Kyle.

"Silly girl…" Archie chuckled darkly. "Don't you know to never leave your drink unsupervised…"

You felt so limp that you couldn't even widen your eyes in shock as Archie threw you down onto some random bed. "Archie…don't..." You mumbled loudly.

You started to tear up as you heard the clink of his belt unbuckling.

Downstairs, Kyle looked around for you, but you were nowhere to be found. He walked up to one of his frat boys. "Hey, have you seen Y/N? She went to get a drink but I can't find the girl anywhere?"

"Uh, I think she went up with Archie last time I saw." Jimmy said.

Kyle furrowed his brow at his statement. "Why the hell would she do that?"

"Don't know, man. She looked pretty fucked up."

Kyle suddenly got a pit in his stomach, following his gut all the way upstairs and into each of the bedrooms to look for you.

"Y/N?" Kyle shouted, feeling panicked very quickly.

Kyle finally found the room you were in, gasping at the sight of one of his frat brother's with his pants down, hovering over you.

"Hey!" Kyle roared, immediately ripping Archie away from your unconscious body. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Archie held his hands up in surrender, stuttering nonsense. "Hey, hey, she wanted it! She wanted it!"

"She's fuckin' unconscious, you asshole!"

Kyle brought his clenched fist back, extending it forward with all his might onto Archie's face, over and over and over and over…

"Kyle…"

Kyle snapped his head back towards you, seeing you stir, and he quickly rushed to you, releasing a bloodied Archie and letting him fall to the floor with his now broken face.

"Y/N…Y/N…" Kyle whispered, craddling your face gently. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry." Kyle looked you over, sighing in relief as your undergarments were still intact. He made it time, thank god… "Let's get outta here, yeah?"

Kyle pulled your delicate body into his arms, lifting you up and carrying you back to your dorm. "You're safe now…you're safe now." Kyle lowered you onto your bed.

"Where am I?" You mumbled.

"You're back at your dorm."

Your eyes widened, shouting and bolting upright. "Archie! Where is he?!"

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay." Kyle cooed. "I stopped him before he could do anything."

You teared up, quickly bringing him closer into your arms. "Thank you…thank you." You cried.

"I'd never let anyone hurt you." Kyle whispered. "I'll let you get some rest…"

Kyle went to stand up from the bed, but you grabbed his hand. "Wait…don't go, please…"

Kyle nodded, laying down beside you and holding you close in his arms.

"I'll never leave you."

~~~~~~~~~~

#american horror story #kyle spencer #ahs coven #kyle spencer x reader

[riverdale-retread]

Riverdale S4 E19 (False S4 Finale) (I say false because this doesn’t end the Sr Year arc)

- I really enjoyed this ‘story within a story’ episode. I kind of want them to do something like this about Jughead’s first novel, later.

- The Jones-Smith semi-siblings (what the heck do we call this trio of Charles, Jughead and Betty?) are watching one of the death-reenactments that Jellybean is making side by side with the tape of the actual Blossom murder.  They simultaneously wince at the gunshot, a nice detail.  Jughead pronounces the word “voyeur” and “auteur” about as weirdly as Reggie says the word “distributors” and it’s very endearing.  

- Betty can’t help with the investigation, because she has to proof the yearbook tonight.   And she manages it!  And of course Mr Honey  acts like a bullying boss who wants you to fail - he brings up that the printers’ deadline has passed, and when it turns out she’s already talked to them (because wow Betty is good with details and deadlines) he then reminds her of an internal deadline that he set.  This type of boss really actually exists in real life, and there are many, many studies about how men sabotage women subordinates in this way in particular.

- When Betty announces to her friends what has happened with the yearbook, I was taken aback at how nobody says thank you nor expresses any sort of sympathy for how  much work that was for her to do.   Do the rest of them not care as much to have this (false, brightened, only the positive) record of their past four years?  All of them including Veronica assume she wouldn’t have taken it on if she didn’t truly want to, maybe?  I’m a little bitter on behalf of Betty, that the reward for good work tends to be more work, not more recognition or thanks.   Veronica does offer to pay for the printing but Betty doesn’t like this idea. 

- I enjoy the  character construction of Mr. Honey, because both these seemingly contradictory things can be true: (a) A man who hates teenagers stays in a career where he’s surrounded by teenagers all day every day and (b) he actually takes pride in the job of being a principal as he defines it (mostly, as he says “discipline, order” and also Get People Into College) and be good at it. 

- The well of my creative unconscious is tapped out.   Meanwhile, Jughead has received a conditional acceptance from U of Iowa, and it turns out that he hadn’t just done nothing - he found places that had a form of rolling admissions and was planning to start Spring Semester.  Archie gives him a high five and Betty says she’s proud.

- The people who are not allowed to go to prom as of now are: Fangs, Reggie, Toni, Kevin, Betty, Cheryl, Veronica, all the Vixens.  SO it’s Jughead and Archie going to prom and their little bit about going to prom together and not putting out is so cute.   And not for the first time, I wish there had been more scenes of all these people being students together, though clearly this is not the story the show wants to tell.   

Of course, when you list out their crimes, you can kind of see why Mr Honey hates this class:  the first four made a pseudo porn in school uniforms and distributed it online; Reggie captained the football team that didn’t seem to win much;  Cheryl terrorized that coach he hired; Cheryl, Veronica and the Vixens sang a highly sexual song at him in short shorts in a public diner,  and Betty, who was supposed to be his golden girl, totally cheated (as far as the evidence shows) on the quiz show she was supposed to win.  Archie went to juvie and back but that didn’t happen on Honey’s watch, and Jughead’s activities as Serpent predate Honey as well.

Betty comes up with a great writing prompt - Killing Mr Honey  - and they groupthink it- the time, the place, what to wear, how to transport the abductee, where to take him, how to torture.  Cheryl & Veronica tell everyone they ‘mapleboarded’ Penelope and absolutely nobody is surprised.  

And just to beat a tired drum - the casual usage of waterboarding in American tv dramas is very disturbing, and I will nerd out and leave just one factoid here:  In the wake of World War II, the U.S. executed Japanese war criminals convicted of, among other crimes, waterboarding American prisoners of war.[14]

It’s an Oldie But a Goodie.  Instead of murder, Reggie just wants to pull off a prank, and superglues Mr Honey’s office.  I love Holden Honey’s performance - that bitter-sour glare as he’s slow-mo wheeled out of the  office is hilarious.   And our core four looking so attractive and cute and satisfied is delightful.

Killing Mr Honey by Jughead Jones 

This is what Jughead thinks about the following people:

- Mr Honey is smart and he pays very close attention to his students.  In the story Honey knows exactly who hangs out with whom and what all their loose connections are.  When he recognizes one voice he knows the entire team.  And because of all they’ve done, Mr Honey is within rights to hate them.

- Kevin is not really in the story and doesn’t know what’s really going on.   Jughead finds Reggie more interesting than Kevin. Kevin does not matter to Jughead.

- Reggie really doesn’t like being called stupid, and has a pained inferiority complex that can be used to provoke him into violence (Of course Jughead has used this himself).  Jughead also knows that Reggie is abused by his father (He has Mr. Honey say it.)  Reggie is also incredibly endearing and funny in Jughead’s view (The delivery of the line Am I the only one that hasn’t gotten rid of a dead body before? is amazing.)  And Reggie is the one with the moral qualms, the ethical twinges, about murdering someone.  Does Reggie have the softest heart?   I liked that what precipitates Reggie’s meltdown is an Archie Andrews/ Donna Sweett type story about at teacher getting involved with a student.  Of course, in v.2, he loses some of this detail.

- Cheryl is very unflappable and cannot be manipulated using normal methods by an adult, and she hates being treated with cruelty to an allergic degree.  And yet Cheryl is the second most softhearted, and breaks out in intense tears at Reggie’s death.

- Veronica is smart (she checks for Honey’s pulse first, and knows he’s dead and is calm.)  In Version 1, Veronica is appalled at Reggie’s murder and Jughead thinks she sees Jughead as being the same as Betty.  Veronica is completely the leader in Varchie, so in Version 2, Veronica is the one who does the morally correct thing, and is shown standing next to a giant statue of the Virgin Mary, to boot. 

- Archie is reliable, and can bring the muscle when he needs to, intervening against Reggie’s potentially untimely confession.  Archie has been to prison, so his goal is to not go to prison.  Under Veronica’s influence, in v.2, Archie is improved.

- Betty is the only one to not panic upon the ‘death’ of Honey.  Jughead sees Betty as ruthless and completely invested in ‘her future, and as someone who is absolutely unstoppable.  Betty is also psychic twins with Jughead, according to Jughead. 

- Jughead is also immediately able to accept the reality of Honey’s death.  Jughead is using the experience of punching Tall Boy and having to hold Sweet Pea off of him, and then coming back to the bunker to find his corpse (and the very panicked Fangs and Sweet Pea) and getting rid of that corpse.  Does Betty know about this?   In any case, Jughead is also ambitious and cold - Are we going to be monsters in college or in jail? 

This is so ironic that he says this, that he’d align with Betty, Archie, Veronica and Cheryl to cover up Reggie’s death and go to college, of course, because Veronica, Archie and Betty actually had a silent agreement to do exactly this, when they thought Jughead was dead and Betty might be blamed.

In Riverdale Reality:

- Jellybean and her crew are complete assholes.  That little psycho sent a second by second recreation of Midge’s murder to her mother. 

- The terrible children are celebrating their prank but of course Mr. Honey threatens to cancel the entire prom, and Cheryl was immediately enraged and attacks Reggie.  And Reggie says he did it for everyone, and that he didn’t act alone.   And who would be stupid enough to help Reggie?  Kevin and Archie!  I love this moment, the two of them sheepishly raising their hands. 

- But the past four years of exposure to two smart girls has rubbed off on Archie!  He says: ‘We need to think strategically” but very importantly, doesn’t try to come up with anything and instead tosses it straight to Betty, for a plan.  She finds out that Honey has cancelled every single prom, so all these kids, who are kind of the scion of the oligarchs of Riverdale (such as they are) activates their parents and guardians.

- When Betty and Jughead are asking for FP and Alice to help (parent to child and couple to couple and EWWW), we are treated to the view of an absolutely fascinating (and kind of hideous?) surrealist paining of a cartoony serpent that hangs above the mantle.  

- PARENTDALE SLOW MO ENTRY TO SAVE PROM.   I mean they have the mayor, the president of the PTA, a tabloidy journalist, a lawyer, two middle aged thugs.  I derno why Hemione and Nana get to go to this meeting, but they go.  They work it out and they have the announcement at the Diner.  I’m glad that these people, teens and adults, got to have this one nice thing, that is solving a normal problem, and celebrate each other.  I of course adored Cheryl summoning the (fractured but as yet not fully aware) Bughead pair with the ever classic Hobo & Bride of Hobo.

- Mr Honey wont give up and creates a fake voyeur video to cancel prom, except the Smith-Jones Semi Siblings are way ahead of them and they figure it out.  Betty finds the telltale reflection of Honey on the glass!

- Jughead, in writing this submission, uses the facts he knows about his actual friends, switches people’s names, and thinks that’s enough.  He does this later for his book, using the Serpents in this same way, and they are not in any way amused.

-Bughead are being super simpatico and sexy and fun with each other in this Blue and Gold editing room while Betty is reading over Jughead’s drafts, and I really think that as far as Betty is concerned, playing with Archie and giving him that vengeance rejection was a necessity and she got that off her chest and she really isn’t hiding anything or feeling bad about it.  Sorta like she had something stuck in her teeth and finally got it out with floss and why would you keep thinking about something like that? 

- Kevin summons them because he’s the town crier, and they all get a final comeuppance from Mr. Honey.  And this is great, because these kids really are still just stupid kids, in some way.  They want to get out of Riverdale, most of them, and they’ve been so horribly wounded by things that have happened here, and yet Honey getting ‘fired’ and leaving? They consider it a victory for themselves until he puts them right.  

- Is Mr Honey the reason Fangs gets a scholarship to his university??  Miss Bell points out something really important - No Students Have Died Under His Watch. (Well except Jughead, temporarily, but he wasn’t going to Riverdale.)

-  By the way - Jughead just never has an actual room in the Cooper house, right?  Do we ever see it? I really can’t recall. Where the heck does he keep his clothes??

- Jellybean can’t take how stupid they’re being anymore so she just straight up delivers the videotape directly to Bughead as the soundtrack intones Everything’s a Lie/ Everything’s a Lie.    She’s made a tape of the Murder Of Mr Honey. 

- Just like Jughead thought even before he gets to see the letter, Honey actually understands the people he hates, the class of 2020 of Riverdale.  “He’s a special kid, he is a superb writer, who needs a break, good teachers, and a healthy environment,” says Holden Honey, and this is something Jughead really wanted someone to say about him.   So,  Jughead has quite the harem of men who adore him from close and afar - Mr. Phillips (of Southside High), Mr Chipping (of Stonewall High), Bret Weston Wallis, and now Mr. Honey.

#riverdale recap #riverdale episode recap

[raymondebidochonlifechoices]

Now that the feeling of urgency is gone:

Riverdale or How the Writers Helped Me to Learn to Stop Worrying and Love the Serial Killer

Not having bughead on one’s screen in these trying times is certainly a downer. But having to sit through a tired, self-righteous plot line is even worse.

So far, all 3 major plots of s5 are about how the end justifies the means. Now, don’t get me wrong: my girl Betty thinks like that too, and I enjoy watching her f.e. blackmailing Donna, because, narratively speaking, watching an antagonist get a taste of their own medicine is very satisfactory. However, this is not the case for s5. The message -as one Riverdale writer would put it-, so far, is:

1. It’s alright to raid a house without a warrant and with the help of civilians, if there are bad peopleTM in the house (who are incidentally all white, because the writers aren't that stupid). Raiding Archie’s house was filmed as the Most. Badass. Scene. Ever. Against the Ghoulies were: 1. Archie and Kevin, who had never previously shown any interest in the gang’s activities, 2. Sheriff Keller, who didn’t seem to even know Ghoulies existed back in s2 when he had been profiling Serpent students, 3. Fangs and Sweet Pea, who had legitimate interest to fight the Ghoulies, but who hadn’t “rumbled” (their words) with them for quite some time, 4. Ditto Betty, who hadn’t been in Riverdale for 7 years. Apparently, Kevin, his dad, Fangs and Sweet Pea couldn’t and didn’t bother with the drug-dealing Ghoulies until Archie wanted his house back. That, according to Riverdale’s writers, is what broke the proverbial camel’s back. That is what the good fight is about. Now, if the Ghoulies decide to retaliate (f.e. attack the Cooper house), I bet that we will be expected to see that as Very Bad Behaviour Indeed.

2. Privatization is good when the good guys (Archie &co) do it but bad when the bad guys (Hiram and his goons) want it. This reeks so much of everything that was wrong with s2 and I’m very offended on Toni’s behalf, that this is presented as a triumphal moment for the Serpent Queen of the Downtrodden.

3. It’s ok to deal with bad people by siccing even worse people on them. Yes, this is about Mrs Gekko. Chad getting beaten in his own game would be great to see, except that Veronica isn’t interested in beating him in his game, she just wants an annoyance gone, and so, she contacts daddykins. Girl, this is twisted. Just divorce the guy.

These particular “ends” are not all that interesting. At least, not to me. Anyone is, of course, welcome to disagree.

I have no interest in Archie nor in his quest to save Riverdale, which, by the way, is completely circumstantial: Archie didn’t choose to come back to the Town with Pep. He’s in Riverdale because the Army gave him the RROTC post there.

Education being the Key to Win against Capitalism would be interesting, except we already know that the RHS plot lines are about cheerleading and the epic highs and lows of high school football, and that the characters’ jobs are temporary until replacements are found in, oh, about, a month! The only interesting thing about the core 4 teaching, is Mr Jones having to go through the hell of grading 15-year-old Jughead 2.0’s English Lit papers.

As for Veronica’s same ole reheated plot line? That horse died in s2. Please, stop beating it. I’m not really a Ronnie fan, but I can’t help but feel sympathetic to her plight: the girl fought against daddykins for 4 years and -seemingly- avoided having any dealings with him for another 7, and she just walks into his office in 5x5 and asks to join the family business? Again?

The bottom line is I never thought that I would be looking forward to that serial killer finally coming to town but here I am waiting for that truck to drive down the Lonely Highway and straight into Pop's parking lot!

#Riverdale season 5 #Riverdale writers negativity #anti-archie

[chaptersofnow]

The Children of Queen Novo and Princess Celestia.

Arcturus, Vermilion Plum, Skystar, Haven Bay and Salina Blue.

Bios under the cut

Name: Arcturus   Nickname(s): Archie, snowball, 'Mister ray of no shine' Age: 26 Pronouns: He/Him Identity: Cis gay boy crush/relationship: Parents: Celestia, Queen Novo Sibling: Skystar, Crimson Plume Special Talent: Sun magic Occupation: Royality, student Location: Cantorlot Likes: working hard, doing small activies with his sisters, getting people to like him Dislikes: exercise, outdoor activities, sweet food, crowds Bio: Queen Novo and Celestia had been interested in one another and often writing each other love letters before the storm king events happened. Afterwards when hippogriffs returned to the land and Novo settled into their half seapony/hippogriff society her and celestia married. Skystar is the oldest daughter of Novo with an old seapony Novo was once married to before their passing, Skystar will take over the hippogriff/seapony empire counsel one day. As for the first born of Novo and Celestia, Arcturus is set to be heir to the house of the sun. to one day claim Celestia's powers as the ruler of the sun and run the kindgom by the side of one of Luna's children. Arcturus has worked hard and learned well in Cantorlot etiquette, learning and applying magic, as well as keeping up with all the duties that will be asked of him when he is made ruler of equestria. The one thing holding him back however is his extreme social anxiety, he struggles to talk to anyone that he didn't grow up around and often isolates himself. He adores the idea of being able to walk up and speak to his subjects and be the ruler they deserve but knows that as he is right now that it is nothing more than a fever dream. He wishes he could pretend like everything is going alright but is n early 30 years old and still needs to ask for help placing orders to the bakery if he has to talk to someone face to face. Plus its not like he isn't hearing the whispers of the workers in the castles, he knows they talk about how sad it is that he worked so hard but will never be able to step up to the throne of cantorlot the way he is. Not to mention his sister Vermilion Plume. His younger sister, bright pink, smart, friendly and very expressive. She can do all the things he wished he could, she was out going and trying new things all the time without being afraid to fail. Everyone loves her and the people have made it clear their desire for Vermilion to take the throne instead of Arcturus. All he can do is keep studying, be the best he can in the places he is good at and hope that its enough. 

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Name: Vermilion Plume     Nickname(s): Sunny Age: 25 Pronouns: She/Her Identity: Cis Bi girl crush/relationship: Parents: Celestia, Queen Novo Sibling: Skystar, Arcturus Special Talent: Cooking Occupation: Royality Location: Cantorlot Likes: going out and doing hobbies, taking classes at the community center, hanging out with her family Dislikes: how hard it is to connect with her brother, heights, struggling to be good at a hobby she wants to be into Bio: Youngest of three, Vermilion Plume is second born to Celestia and Novo. She has no claim to the hippogriff/seapony or the Cantorlot heir line, and to be honest she couldn't care less. Vermilion does whatever it takes to not even hear a word about this 'political stuff' and is more interested in gallivanting around cantorlot trying out all the new stores that pop up, taking classes on some thing she never even heard of or taking a spontaneous trip on the next train to anywhere. As far as she is concernedm nothing at the castle has to do with her. She 'won the lottery' so to speak by being born second, and thank goodness for that. Who even wants to be a princess just look how stressed and tired Arcturus looks all the time! Vermilion likes to think she is pretty good friends with Scroll Flame (Scroll Flame would disagree) and one of the cleaning pony Crystal Clear a pony from the crystal empire who moved to Cantorlot to pursue her dream and is working at the castle until she lands it big. Crystal has been in the castle since vermilion and her both were teenagers and Vermilion has often gotten the two of them into trouble by sneaking off to have fun despite Crystal insistence to stay and work. 

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Name: Skystar   Nickname(s): Age: 37 Pronouns: She/her Identity: Bi cis girl crush/relationship: engaged to Celaeno Parents: Queen Novo, Celestia (adoptive mother) Sibling: Arcturus, Crimson Plume, Haven Bay, Salina Blue Occupation: Royality Location: seaquestria/Hippogriffia Likes: singing, festivals, fireworks, her friends, playing Dislikes: plans getting cancelled, work keeping her busy, missing her cantorlot siblings Bio: First born of Queen Novo's clutch. Novo was married to another seapony when Skystar was born but her father died when she was young, said to have protected them from an attack of angry sirens. Skystar has two siblings Haven bay and Salina Blue born not long after her. the two were shy and weak unlike Skystar who openly greeted strangers and often wandered too close to the surface and wondered what laid above the water. Skystar got a taste of that life when Novo started writing letters to her old equestrian friend Princess Celestia. It said long ago the two were friends, but after Luna was banished Celestia stopped talking to most ponies unless she had to, even to Novo the last connection Celestia had on the were abouts of the hippogriffs. However when Luna returned Celestia began to write again, even warming up to visits to her dear friends the seaponies. Novo still refused to leave the waters in fear of the storm king, even with Celestia insistence on their safety. But these moments when celestia visted and Skystar got to meet her at the surface it was this small window into the life of surface ponies. Skystar often would visit this spot just to sing, write and do things above water and dream of the life hippogriffs must have led long ago in these ruins. then one the  element of harmony appeared in this secret spot. One thing led to the other, skystar befriended pinkie pie and friends. The storm king was defeated and once again the day was saved, and the hippogriffs would finally return. To modern day the land of Hippogriffia is separated down the middle by land and sea ruled over by a diverse council of both Hippogriffs and seaponies. Queen Novo leads the councils and Skystar currently is working under her wing and learning everything she can to one day take over the spot. Skystar has two younger siblings in cantorlot, Born of Novo and Celestias affairs. the two are more pony than hippogriff or seapony and have chosen to stay living in the cantorlot castle, though Skystar's now youngest sister Vermilion Plume often up and leaves Cantorlot with little warning and will sometimes make her trips out to the sea/hippogriff kingdom and stay with Skystar and Novo. Skystar is currently engaged to her long time girlfriend Celaeno, the two met early after the return of the hippogriffs. Celaeno a pirate women out at sea seeing the faint shape of a merpony in the distance and the soft singing voice of an angel. Celaeno fell hard for the beauty of the sea in an instant, a very classic tale of a pirate falling for a mermaid. The two have been dating for many years and have been engaged for one a year now, the two wish to be together but their work and lives have kept them busy with the world going through constant changes.

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Name: Haven Bay Nickname(s): Age: 37 Pronouns: She/her Identity: Lesbian demigirl crush/relationship: married Parents: Queen Novo, Celestia (adoptive mother) Sibling: Arcturus, Crimson Plume, Skystar, Salina Blue Children: Five daughters, one son Occupation: Shop owner Location: seaquestria Likes: treasure hunting, spa days, shopping Dislikes: storms, getting sick, vermine Bio: last hatched from her clutch. her bio parents are Queen Novo and her late husband. Haven Bay and Saline Blue are quieter compared to her sister skystar, thought the two share her interest for thinking about what could be able the water they never ventured too far from the kingdom often trying to stay by their mother or aunts side. Haven Bay has chosen to stay a seapony and lives with her wife and their six guppies.

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Name: Salina Blue Nickname(s): Age: 37 Pronouns: They/Them Identity: Aromantic Agender pony crush/relationship: Parents: Queen Novo, Celestia (adoptive mother) Sibling: Arcturus, Crimson Plume, Skystar, Haven Bay Occupation: Shop owner with Haven Location: seaquestria Likes: crafts, chimes, talk shows, day trips Dislikes: their stuff getting disorganized, arguing Bio: Saline Blue, middle child hatched from Queen Novo and her late husband. Saline Blue is a quiet and shy pony who once believed ever seeing the world beyond the ocean was a fever dream. Now Salina Blue travels to and from Hippogriffia and seaquestria collecting beautiful shells, stones and other items to sell at their and their sisters combined land/sea shop. Salina unlike their sisters much prefers to stay home and read, often avoiding going out to do stuff when Vermilion Plume visits and tries to get everyone to come out and party.

#mlp #mlp next gen #arcturus #vermilion plume #skystar #haven bay #salina bay

[ursie]

Do you have any Jughead headcanons?

Ok ok in my archie reboot comic that exists only in my head :

His mom remarried Pops when he’s like 16?17? Long after his dad bailed and he grew up going over to Pops whilst his mom waitressed

Pops let him help in the kitchen growing up and he’s honestly a p good cook

Jellybean is his half sister she’s not born til after his mom remarries

He’s blind and hotdog is his service dog (it’s why he was always at pops growing up-his mom couldn’t afford a nurse or caretaker to watch him while she worked)

The school is actually very accommodating due to it being a small town where everyone watches out for another to a degree

When Ronnie moves into town and she’s trying to impress Archie and get him on her side (he’s firmly team Betty even though him and Ronnie really could be besties) she has her father donate Braille equipment along with other accommodating things for students

He’s gay aspec and eventually starts dating Reggie

To the entire student bodies annoyance he does get some of the best grades despite never studying (in front of them) he does end up tutoring Reggie to his extreme annoyance (it does help their relationship in the long run)

Him and Ethel are besties and like. Cousins now that entire thing was weird I’m rewriting it they’re gay/lesbian solidarity

He’s an extremely doting brother to jellybean and 🔫 if anyone so much as makes her frown

Captain of the Archie protection squad

Genuinely so tired of being captain of the Archie protection squad

Wants to write/illustrate comics and all the Archie aus/spin offs/ect are his different stories

Dragged into being in archies band not super invested in it to Archies annoyance

#asks #anon

[riverdalenerdlol]

Okay when I saw the scene I say yes its archie the eyebrows, the nose

But then I realize something if the girl isn't betty

In the beginning I thought that she was one of the students but she was casted for the 5x04 and they'll start to work on riverdale high on the 5x06

I did, you know, put in my original post that I could very well be wrong. And I can! And I’m mature enough to admit that!

The side profile and jaw of the Mystery Woman was most comparable to Betty. It’s the same ear. Not to mention the little sliver of hairline we can see right next to the ear - nearly identical in both. Not to mention the eyelashes too.

I’m not sure about this new Cora character, but I’m not sure how fast a brand new character could end up in a shower with either of the gentlemen of the Core 4

With Mystery Dude, it’s a bit more difficult. All we get is a nose, a chin, and two hands. Some say there’s a sliver of red that looks like hair but the entire still is so pixelated and shit that I can’t make it out. Plus the fact that Archie has shorter hair this season (so he’s Army regulation compliant, as one does when they’re in the army).

Cole and KJ’s noses are a lot different, especially in terms of the bridge of their noses. I posted an image with the difference between a B/A kiss and a J/B kiss - Archie’s jaw is slightly longer than Jug’s. When B/A kisses there’s not as much space between their foreheads. You can see that even the shape created between the mystery people and J/B is quite similar (it’s kinda eerie because the angle is different and it still looks the same - photo below)

The cropping of the frame makes it obvious that this is EXACTLY what they wanted, so good for us. I’m still going because though everyone’s like “oh my god Archie’s recreating the Varchie shower scene” they very well could have reused the set and we don’t even know who the shower belongs to. It’s literally 1 second of the 42 in the promo. There’s not much to work with besides shitty screencaps.

Even with the slivers we were given, I feel there’s too much resemblance to a certain author and FBI agent to ignore. And I am one of those captains that is willing to go down with the ship. If I’m wrong so be it. If it’s not Jughead or if it’s not Betty or if it’s not either of them - I am completely willing to admit my analytical shortcomings here.

Is it Betty? Most likely. Is it Jughead? I’m gonna say probably. As I said, there’s no way to be sure until the scene airs. It’s truly just a theory (doesn’t mean it’s wrong tho 👀).

Tbh I’m kinda tired of talking about this - I feel like I’ve laid all the cards on the table at this point. Unless more promo comes out with clearer images I’m not sure how much longer I can keep repeating the same evidence over and over again. It’s all right here.

Tbh I feel like this entire fiasco is due to a B/A thirst trap. They’re trying to lure all of us fans of Betty ships in to see who tf she’s cuffed and showering with. It’s fuckin working.

#riverdale spoilers

[bumblesimagines]

That Night

Part 2

Request: Yes or No

Archie stared at Betty, mind still blank as her words repeated in his head.

What?

When?

How?

You and Sweets were two very different people! You were a jock, you were popular, you were patient and kind. Sweets was a delinquent, he was disliked, and he had the worst temper Archie had ever seen. Archie voiced his thoughts.

"When?"

"They went on a double date with me and Jug towards the last week of summer.." Betty said, fiddling with the sleeves of her sweater.

"If I had known that you liked him, I would've done something but Archie... You aren't single. You have a loving girlfriend!" Betty reminded.

"But.. They're complete opposites.." He mumbled.

"Arch, Sweet Pea has had a crush on (Y/N) since the Serpents joined Riverdale." Betty told him, concern pooling in her soft baby blues.

Did he mean nothing to you?

Was he just a summer fling to you?

Archie shook his head, finally coming back to reality.

"That.. That can't be right, Betty. I mean, they aren't serious, are they?"

"Arch, you really don't wanna fight Sweet Pea." Betty placed a hand on his arm.

"Let's head back and you can sleep on it, okay? We'll talk in the morning." Betty said, heading back with Archie trailing behind. A million thoughts raced through his mind. All of them being about you. He entered his house without a word, going up to his room and falling onto his bed. He closed his eyes but he kept thinking about that night.

You smiled, one hand on the side of Archie's neck while the other held a beer bottle.

"You're a good guy, Archie. You're allowed to feel all these things." You assured, thumb rubbing comforting circles on his jaw. Archie let out a sigh. He really needed to let everything out.

"Thanks for listening.." He watched you nod. You drank the last of your beer, placing the bottle aside. Archie leaned into your touch, feeling a boost of confidence. He leaned forward, surprising you with a kiss that you didn't deny.

Archie didn't wanna believe his eyes. There you were. Sitting on Sweet Pea's bike. Sweet Pea's arms kept you caged against him but you didn't seem to mind, hand tangled in his hair. You laughed, ending the makeout session.

"Are you done sucking each other's faces off?" Reggie asked bitterly, annoyed that you, one of his best friends, had gotten with a Serpent. Archie felt sick to his stomach. All the daydreaming, little thoughts, memories came crashing down. But, he still had hope. There was a good chance that you and Sweet Pea wouldn't last. You still had your differences afterall. You were a Northsider and he a Southsider.

"Woah, that's new. I didn't know Sweet Pea and (Y/N) were a couple." Veronica said, leaning up to peck Archie's cheek.

"How'd you sleep?" She asked. Archie blinked, finally looking away from the two.

"I couldn't.. Had a lot of things on my mind." He replied, the exhausted look in his eyes being evidence enough. Veronica frowned, running a finger down his cheek.

"Like what?" Archie shook his head.

"Nothing important."

"If it's keeping you up, it has to be at least a little important." Veronica had a good point. Archie gave her a small smile, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"Don't worry about it." He said, walking towards the school with her.

"Hey, Arch!" Reggie greeted with a smile. You turned your head, looking at him which in turn made Sweet Pea grunt and drop his head onto your shoulder.

"Ronnie." Reggie nodded, voice softer. Veronica only offered a small smile. Archie didn't notice the odd exchange. You gave him a nod.

"You look like shit." You said. Archie's heart jumped from his stomach and back into his chest. You noticed. That was good.

"Yeah, I, uh.. I was up thinking."

"Oh?"

"Can we talk later? About that video game?" Archie asked. You nodded, glancing at Sweet Pea when he pulled you even closer. Archie stopped himself from rolling his eyes. Veronica spotted Betty and headed over, pulling Archie with her.

"Video game?" Reggie repeated, looking at you. Reggie wasn't that dumb. He knew you like the back of his hand. You weren't a big fan of video games and neither was Archie. You looked at Reggie, noticing his stare.

"I'm gonna head inside, Pea." You said. Sweet Pea pouted but the pout disappeared when you pecked his lips. He let you go, jumping into the conversation Fangs and Toni were having. You picked up your backpack, dusting the bottom off as you walked towards the school.

"Since when do you play video games?" Reggie asked.

"Okay, it's not about video games." You admitted, slinging a backpack strap over your shoulder. Chuck joined you guys and Reggie updated him on the situation. Chuck was far from dumb. He couldn't help but laugh.

"Wow, Veronica and Archie's relationship must be shit if they cheated on eachother with you guys." Chuck said, being mindful of the other students.

"Woah, what? You and Andrews?!" Reggie whisper-asked. You nodded.

"I always knew he was a little fruity." Chuck mumbled. You elbowed him in return, rolling your eyes.

"Have you spoken to Veronica?" You asked Reggie, watching his expression drop.

"No... I should've known she was just using me." He sighed. You rubbed his shoulder.

"Josie's still single." You said.

"It's not like that with me and her." Reggie replied, leaning against the lockers as you opened yours.

"Me and Josie are like brother and sister. I don't see her like that. Plus, Chuck has his eye on her." You looked at Chuck with a grin. He smiled in return.

"I'm gonna ask her on a date later." Chuck said. You laughed, shaking your head.

"Be careful with Josie, she'll claw your eyes out with grace." You warned playfully. Reggie and Chuck agreed before going separate ways as the bell rang. Your eyes drifted over to Archie as he entered the school with his friends.

You opened the beer bottle, tossing the cap into your bag to add to the collection. You heard the rumble of a car and turned your head, watching someone pull up and get out of their car. You recognized them as Archie Andrews. He was hesitant, probably not expecting anyone at this time to be at Sweetwater River. You patted the spot beside you, watching him let out a sigh of relief and walk over.

You cleared your throat, closing the locker and heading to class. Sweet Pea didn't know about the hookup and he didn't need to know about it.

Archie waited by the door of your last period cause of course he had memorized your schedule. You finished talking with the teacher and noticed him. You flashed the teacher a smile before walking over to him.

"Hey."

"Hey." You glanced at the other students.

"We should.. Probably talk in a more private area." You said. Archie nodded.

"Yeah, of course." He agreed, following you down the hall and to the courtyard. You sighed, facing him once you were far from other students.

"About that night.." Archie started, fiddling with his fingers. You nodded, urging him to continue.

"I think I fell for you." A beat of silence passed. All that could be heard were the distant chatting and honk of cars from the pick-up and drop-off area.

"What?" You asked, not sure if you had heard him correctly.

"Hear me out, please-"

"Archie, Archie, no..." You shook your head. It couldn't be true.

"You were in a momemt of weakness and you were influenced by alcohol. We both were." You said. Archie grabbed your arms, eyes pleading with you.

"No, you were the first person, other than Betty and my dad, to actually listen to my problems and not make it about you. You're the first guy I've ever slept with and the first guy I've ever felt this strongly about." Archie explained. You opened your mouth but a strong voice cut you off.

"Hey, Andrews, keep your paws off my boyfriend, will you?" Sweet Pea called, walking over. Archie dropped his hands, knowing he shouldn't risk a suspension for fighting on the first week back from break. Then again, it was the first week back from break and most teachers were too tired to give real assignments.

"We were just talking, Sweet Pea." Archie said, glancing at you as Sweet Pea wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

"You don't need to be touching to talk." He glared at Archie. The two still weren't exactly on good terms. You placed a hand on Sweet Pea's chest, looking at him.

"Don't start, Pea." You whispered softly. Sweet Pea stared at you, nodding and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Come on, I could really go for a burger." You said with a smile. Sweet Pea chuckled.

"You're worse than Jughead." You scoffed, shaking your head.

"Nobody can eat more than Jughead, trust me." You chuckled. You glanced at Archie one last time before walking away with Sweet Pea.

It wasn't over.

It wasn't.

Archie needed to know if he didn't have a chance. He needed to hear it from you, not from Betty or anyone else. Did you seem happy with Sweet Pea? He didn't know. You didn't seem super in love or attached like Sweet Pea seemed. He felt eyes on him and turned his head, spotting Betty. Archie jogged over to her.

"So? Did you talk? Figure everything out?"

"No, Sweet Pea interrupted us before we could." Archie replied. Betty sighed, rubbing the space between her brows.

"Arch, listen to me, before you deal with (Y/N), deal with Veronica. She deserves to know." Betty was right. She was always right. Archie sighed. Part of him wanted to be selfish and keep Veronica just in case you told him no. The other part wanted to spill everything and come clean.

"Yeah, okay." He nodded. Betty smiled, patting his arm. Archie needed to get you alone so you could talk. Betty nimbled on her bottom lip. She had two secrets from two friends who were together. She didn't know how much longer she could last.

Tags; @nialeesato

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[cgpandora]

Trip to heaven

Reader x Jughead Jones

Hey to everybody out there, who also can‘t resist if Cole as Jughead give you this look. It's my first writing and I am not a native speaker please consider that in your judgment. It's a situation I dreamed, and well it’s smut at the end.

DO NOT post my writing anywhere else.

Summary: Fem Reader is amongst others with Jughead, her best male friend and Fangs on a school trip on the high sea. You’re sitting together have some drinks and playing flip twist (guess who’s suggested that) and this night everybody get laid.

Warnings:  alcohol, smut, several boys in your bed

Word count: ~2.300, 3 Parts

Italics = readers thoughts

Ybf=Your best male friend 

Part 1

It was a fresh evening, you all had watched the wonderful sunset from the railing. Than the teachers and most of the other students went into the warm cabins but you and a few other decided to hang around on board.

There was quite a nice place at the ship’s stern with a fire bowl, pillows and a hammock. Ybf and you managed to get the best place and it felt absolutely comfortable. You relaxed the second you lay down in the hammock.

Cheryl and Toni had a little surprise for everyone: two big bottles rum, wine, orange juice and sugar. They heard about the German fire-tongs punch and tried it out. (It’s hot, sweet and makes you drunk in no time.)

You relaxed even more with the hot cup in your hand, your legs rested on the legs of ybf laying opposite with you in the hammock. Next to him sad Jughead on a pillow talking to Archie. Veronica and two cheerleaders talking about their new swimsuits. Fangs sad on the other side working on the punch and ensured no cup was getting empty. The air was full of girl giggles and the smell of melted sugar.

An hour later Cheryl and Toni started kissing each other, Jughead lounging around, a arm behind his head, gazed into the dark and open sky. You looked up too, stars began to twinkle  they’re so beautiful tonight out here on the sea, you could see the Milky Way. You looked back at Jughead, also a very beautiful view. Some raven colored hair steeled out of his beanie, a little smile on his face, he seemed to have a good time too.

Oh you had a crush on him. You and ybf came to his school a year ago. And this special guy who always make his own thing had a great impact on you. He was not this boring blond surfer boy or self-loving quarterback. He was more mysterious and had a kind of a dark aura. Just right to make him so interesting and of course he is handsome! But he was with Betty Cooper until she left the town with her mother because of the blackhood story. You stopped starring at him before someone noticed.

You got the feeling that this is going to be one of the best nights ever, like there is nothing to worry about in the world. You just had a great time, with great people and also the right level to feel light and adventurous.

Archie started to play on his guitar, Veronica was back to back with him, looking at the fire-sparks flying to the stars. The atmosphere was getting more intimate.

“Oh look a shooting star!” Veronica called out. “Make a wish!”

“I wish that all those present get sex tonight" interrupted Cheryl. “And to create a little destiny you are going to play flip twist to begin with.”

She took an empty rum bottle on the ground and flop it hard.

“So have fun, we will begin. Come my Love, I never had sex on a ship before.” They leave.

Like every time she left a strong impression. Her word ruled. You didn’t really like her, in fact she was a bitch. But she could manipulate the world around her so perfect. It seemed that everyone believe that it will be exactly as she told and looked with anticipation down at the bottle.

The bottle ended up at ybf.

“So what should I do?” he asked, “Veronica, you saw the star, tell me what to do.”

“Ok”, she smirked. “Take off one thing”

He looked at her for a second, than stood up to take his sweater off. But the hammock began to swerve and the rest of your drink soaked your jacket, jeans and shirt.

“Oh shit!”

You also sat up.

“I’m so sorry.” said ybf apologetically but he laughed.

Jughead looked at you with a smile and said seriously,

“You should take two wet things off and flip the bottle next, take my serpent jacket - if you want."

So the game began and soon enough all the boys were shirtless.

Wow, they all have so well trained bodies.

You were not quite sure if Fangs is gay or not, but maybe he didn’t know it himself. Either way he was hot, his arm muscles seem to shine in the firelight.

And then there was ybf. The strong shoulder, always ready to lean on. You given each other advices if the world was against one of you or at least if you just need someone to talk, he was there.

And sometimes you have a relationship with benefits. Well but not tonight, all you could thought of was Jughead.

Speaking from the devil, what the hell is he doing?

“You know your beanie would be enough, do you?” you asked as the bottle ended up at Jug again.

“Oh no honey, you will get a strip” and with a lot of struggle he managed to get out of his jeans, nearly falling over board. Everybody laughed.

“Ha, that's cold guys, is there some punch left?”

He placed himself right in front of you, his beanie still on his head, he helped himself to another drink and also offered you one. Your eyes met and both of you smile.

Your heart pounded faster.

Veronica shivered.

“Yeah it’s very cold. We should go inside” she said to Archie.

He sighted, clearly didn’t want to go, but of course, if she said so, there is nothing to discuss. She put his jacket on and they leave too. Lewd comments from all sides accompanied them.

Than all came closer together around the fire and the bottle. In the next rounds you had bad luck. You were left with a wide shirt and your underwear.

Thanks god that I didn’t choose the granny panties this morning, unfortunately I even had to return Jugs leatherjacket.

But it was so cold, you had Goosebumps all over and didn’t want to catch a cold. You take a last look at all this great bodies.

“Sorry guys but it’s just too cold and maybe I’m a little too drunk to be safe from you.” You winked “I go to bed. Night everyone!”

The remaining two girls seemed relieved and giggled even more while you leave. The chances to end up in bed with one of the boys increased and they got even closer to them.

You grabbed your things and went downstairs inside. You took a last look at the stars.

Maybe Cheryl's wish come true? The couples definitely, also the rest looks ...

You looked back at the remaining group. Ybf, Jughead and Fangs sat together and whisper.

You went into your cabin, brushed your teeth, drank a glass of water with aspirin and hoped the morning will not be too bad.

This punch was so dam tasty. Well I made nothing I will regret and didn’t fall into the sea. That counted towards my assets.

But you were here alone and that made you kind of sad for yourself.

Why so shy? The others have definitely still a great time. Should I go back up? But no it’s just too cold and I’m tired.

And you didn’t want to make the impression, like the cheerleaders, it just need a drink to take advantage of you.

It is just the first evening on the ship there is still a lot of time to have fun.

So you climbed into your surprisingly large bed just as you are in the shirt.

And fall asleep...

Zzzz

Part 2

You were on your right side in the middle of this gorgeous bed, one arm under the pillow. And then it began.

You felt a warm hand under the covers climbing up your back caressing.

Wow, I love dirty dreams. But is this a dream?

You didn’t move or opened your eyes, it felt pretty good and you didn’t want to wake up and stop it. Then there was a second hand very soft at your ear and the hot breath in your neck gave you a pleasant shiver down your spine.

Who the hell is that? Coming brazenly in my cabin and start to comfort me?

You smelled smoke and rum. But you still didn’t move, this was exciting. Hold on - there was now a soft hand coming up inside of your leg and a hand landed gently on your closed eyes.

Two? Two guys?

The hand on your back started to find his way to your breast and another hand clipped open your bra. You became wet and this great feeling starting at your private zone began to grow. You realized that you had five hands on your body.

Ok now it’s time to found out what is going on here.

You wanted to touch an arm to find out who it belongs to. But the sixth hand gently placed your arms above your head.

„Who are you?“ you wanted to ask, but deep inside you, you know and didn’t want to ruin it. Your whole body cried for more, your breathing quickened.

All the hands stopped - waiting. Two at your slip, one over your eyes, one placed light on your arms and two ready to take your bra and shirt off.

This was the moment to decide.

Do I want this? - Hell yes! But what if there's a fourth guy filming the scene? - Well whoever saw it would just be jealous.

So you nodded and relaxed. All rational thoughts disappear.

It was awesome, overwhelming. This guys really wanted to make you feel good, not only do you. Now on your back without the duvet they began slowly. Your underwear was gently pulled down, and kissing started. Around your neck, up your inside legs and on your boobs. Little bites follow and you moaned. The physical stimulation and the excitement of the situation were almost too much for you. Your head bended backwards, your lips insisted to kiss. And the guy at your head kissed you from above.

Like Spiderman.

You thought for a second. Than the guy at your legs started with his tongue. He dip it through your folds and your head stopped thinking again. The warm wet muscle explored your inside.

Deeper please!

But instead he started to circle around your clit. That was too much, you needed to bite into something to stop screaming in desire. Your body bended. They stopped again and you felt back down.

What now? Don’t stop!

One took your hand, put three fingers up and than two down. You understood, they wanted you to decide now. Just one would stay and the others will probably go next door to the cheerleaders. The hand on your closed eyes vanished.

You sat up, arms around your legs, face on top.

 Part 3

You took three deep breaths and slowly lift your head and opened your eyes.

It wasn’t a dream, to your left side knelt Jug the first hand, in front was Fangs the tongue and on the right side ybf the kisser, they were only wearing boxers.

Ybf looked at your reaction very nervously, Fangs smiled patronizing and Jug also took a deep breath than looked up into your eyes. You tried to say something but your throats paralyzed.

Jug bit his bottom lip and gave you this look, that sealed your decision. You mumbled „Thank you“ to the other two climbing down the bed. You couldn’t take your eyes off him.

Than Jug bent forward took your head in his hand and kissed you. Fire filled you lungs. The other hand slipped between your legs.

Pressing you on your back he whispered “You are so beautiful and sexy I‘m so glad you choose me” than continue to kiss your neck.

“I want you to defile me Jughead Jones”

You felt him grinning in your neck, two fingers slipped inside you, curling, searing the g-spot. Swirling his thumb around your clit. You gripped his arm, feel the working muscles under the skin and pushed him even deeper inside. Yeah that was it your personal trip to heaven. Arousal coursed through your veins, taking over all of your senses.

The missionary position was to boring for both of you, so you flipped and he knelt behind you holding his prohibited hard dick and placed it in position, spread you legs wider and came nearer. He grabbed you shoulder and slowly brought together what belongs together. You never felt so perfectly filled, the feeling rushed through your whole body. He began to punch his chest. Your hands clenched into the bed, you felt that you cum.

“I cum” you sighed.

“Already?” he asked “No big deal it will be just the first time” and he rocked you hard.

You heard a deep growl of passion. It seemed as if he lighted fireworks inside you and your first orgasm this night came over you.

But his endurance was outstanding, his touch was intoxicating. At the end you sad on top, hands in your hair, showing him all your beauty. You sat solid and rode him so hard you felt his belly excite your sweet spot. Using his hands to explore every inch of your skin, than he grab hold of your hips and you cum together.

Afterwards you took a shower, because your hair clinched to your sweating body. He came along, and when the water flows above his head he looked even more sexy. You couldn’t resist and kiss him again. For a long time.

Then you both climbed under the covers and cuddle. Rhythmic sounds told you that Cheryl was right. Everybody got sex tonight.

“Whose idea was it? To come together to my cabin?”

“Well” he looked on the ceiling, with a low voice he continued “all three of us wanted you.” Eyes moved over your body “And so we could beat us up or let you decide.”

He smiled and lifted his eyebrows “I hope you appreciate our choice?!”

„Oh yeah, I do.“ You run your hands through his hair, stealing a kiss and rested your head on his warm bare chest.

The deep and uniform breaths drifted you into sleep.

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