#// sorry i didnt mean to be bitter i want to be goofy about this

[m0e-ru]

hello brand new customers of the moel sekiyu tumblr branch who mightve seen the limited edition wares perhaps not noticing the main product of this fine establishment or what of it

non roleplaying translation -> hi guys welcome to my blog. funny how i notice this trend of generic persona blogs trying to follow me for persona when i dont actually. no i wont draw adachi with yellow eyes looking sleazy while sitting on top of a TV. the next time you'll see yukiko amagi is probably next year. i actually think it's more funny if yosuke's whatever feelings are unreciprocated and unrequited. i know izanami because thats my best friend in the entire world not izanamilf. if youre looking for anything else an actual persona fan would make you can go visit them instead

go across the street or farther into town. otherwise you can keep your membership card and come back again and review this security footage with me of two goofs doing whatever the fuck for five minutes and talk about it for the next sixteen hours

[raid3r-r4bbit]

2, 10, 14, and 24 for all 💖

this was far more depressing then i wanted it to be my bad lol

Jolt

Jolt has crippling anxiety. He hides it really well under a very thick layering of anger, sarcasm and apathy, but once it's stripped away he'd likely be prone to regular panic attacks.

Also, He's suprisingly great with kids. He's a great teacher and mentor, having a lot of expericence on his resume; and in 'pre-war' or 'irl' situation he'd probably have become a teacher or guideance councelor.

I have had Jolt in many AU's. He's been half dragon demon, a ghost, a zombue ghost, and also a cyberpunk mercenary. so i cant really think of many more AU's id like to put him in. ( this goes for all of them, rikki having had the least and jolt the most. Bux and Keres are actually split from the same oc, and you can see various peices of the them throughout the (many) years, if I could find my old sketchbooks.)

Cold and unfeeling. He wants to be preceived as a force to not to be reckoned with, something not to fuck with. He'd like his enimies and oppenents to be near pissing themselves at the sight of him.

If his parents never left the farm, or stayed in Arizona with the NCR, He likely would have stayed a farmhand, or possibly a trader. He would have probably lived a suprisingly normal life.

If he'd stayed with his siblings ( i cant spoil to much can I?) he'd still be with them, and again, would have had a surprisingly normal life with a slightly less traumatic past.

Bux

Bux is pretty open about all of his feelings, but he's got a very bitter side to him. he puts out a stupid goofy manic persona but he's very bitter and angry. maybe not the most hidden thing, I guess? but it's a very toxic, seething bitterness that if he didnt have any support or crutch would likely make Jolt's bitter persona look silly.

same again. I even made him an alien, twice. I'd say irl for him but ngl i basically ripped myself in half to make jolt and bux, so his irl life is basically just… my own… (farm, abusive parents, running away, drugs, mental health issues, its not really fun irl i guess?)

Depends on the person, he likes to be seen as a goofy funny guy to people he likes, but to people he doesnt he'd rather … not be seen by them.

When his parents divorced, (this comes up pretty early on so it's not much of a spoiler) he'd either have lived a normal life or still ended up with Keres and the others if his mother had taken him with her. ( btw by normal i mean as normal for that environment as possible)

Keres

Keres has the least amount of trauma of the enitre group. They still struggle, however. (lmao, me, with untraumatized characters? never.) hwoever, they have the healthiest coping mechanism, facing this stuff head on.

Keres never technically had a cyberpunk phase, nor a ghost phase. they were still a demon, when i split them and bux apart, and then later when i fused them back together ( and apart again) they remained the same. I'd love to speculate on an irl version of them though.

as a teacher or mentor, a guide. Alternatively, as an equal.

Keres' and Rikki's backstory are both pretty still un talked about by me, but without spoiling anything, Keres would have likely become a leader of their group. Their life would have still likely mimicked what it is now just more calm. (they kinda end up the same in every path.)

Rikki

this poor baby where to start? genuinly the most trauma of the entire group. (haha im so fuckin not sorry) she's the only one who genuinly uses drugs to medicate herself and not just to get high. She can't handle being cornered, confrontation, correction, it'll break her.

But she's also a suprising confidant. Her own pain makes her easy to vent to, and she'd keep any secret completely under lock and key.

10: same again. rikki was a ghost, demon, vampire, and while she was never technically made into a cyberpunky character i have others that kinda fill her place. still would like to see an offical version now. im not good with au's i guess?

14: happy and friendly. healthy, okay, fine, all good, nothing wrong.

If not for the events that led to her being where she is now she'd be dead. everyone else is on a 'dark' version of their own paths in this story. Rikki is on the best path her life could have gone.

[sugaredge]

I miss Frances and Isaiah, they were so cute.

i have conflicted emotions. i was never fond of him when they were together quite honestly, when the news broke they got married i knew it would end how it did, though i hoped it wouldn't. he started dating her when she was underage and he had a whole child. a one year old baby. plus he says frances was the one who proposed and being older (especially with a baby at home) he should've known better. it seemed like he got his in, plus frances was 19 when they were engaged, she was far too young to be a step mother, and after they were married she tweeted she wasnt having kids for many years as she still felt one herself. when they divorced he demanded so much in spousal support and when he didn't get that or the house he kept her dad's guitar to auction off. he caused the family hell.

it's unusual, he dyed his hair the same exact colours as kurt (bright red and light purple) and kept his hair and outfits similar to his. it's much more unsettling looking back. plus ever single tour he was on was through frances' connections (gerard way, frank iero, smashing pumpkins, the used). on his old facebook he admitted his clothes were stolen from goodwill or frances. though he was said to have surprised frances with all these wonderful gifts, it's clear he paid for them all with her trust fund, then claimed she spent too much (though she kinda did, but he also did). everything seemed opportunistic.

however i was on the eeries twitter the other day (it's still up), and isaiah tweeted on there. it's a rare glimpse into his personality, a little goofy with social commentary on misogyny and violence in media. he seemed like a well likeable guy. moreover it's clear he and frances had a lot in common in terms of music, movies, books, comics, tv shows and art. and her friends liked him (though i guess they had too, with the exception of courtney, who despite trying to have a relationship with him was always weary of him). he supported her education, art and music. and photos of them are very sweet. she was very clearly in love. but he turned very bitter with the divorce. if he truly respected her, and if he actually loved her he wouldn't have tried milking her for money. i know he has a child to support but he also has another parent to raise her with, as well as his family, ultimately his kid is his responsibility. he never needed money from her. he never needed to paint her as a crazy rich kid drug addict hoarder that he did everything he could to save. however his attempts to slander her name was shortlived as his refusal to return kurt's guitar made him the most hated guy in america, the eeries twitter was flooded with comments under every post telling him how horrible he is and to return the guitar. i dont think he could go many places without being harrassed by a nirvana fan anymore. he totally screwed himself all for money.

looking back at pics, old facebook exchanges, if you're in the moment it's very cute lovebirds sharing their life together. my old laptop died and i cannot anywhere find the pics of isaiah and frances making forts in their room to stay and read in, things like that are so cute (sometimes i do wonder who was thirdwheeling taking all these pics of them kissing, or in their house or at family gatherings together). but adding any kind of context, rationality or hindsight, it seems totally predatory to me. he didnt even wait for her to be of age he got his talons in right away. it's creepy. eerie is a fitting band name. if he was smart (and if his band was any good) he should've committed to growing his band and having a quiet divorce when frances filed, then maybe he wouldn't be so disliked.

i also often think of how different frances was with him. though she's a very goofy and affectionate person, her twitter made her seem rather misanthropic, then she had a transitional period of indulging in herself, her own interests and building a life outside of him, before dating matt and becoming much more 'wholesome', approachable and having this aura of bubbly, loving energy, she seemed so much more youthful. she's since closed her life off, disabled tagging, disabled comments, deleted social media accounts, no longer opening herself up to the world, which i do respect, though it means i have to post a lot of old content to keep this blog afloat.

isaiah being older perhaps she had to appear much more wiser, mature and standoffish, though it's partially youthful angst, there was this need to prove herself, and she isolated herself so much from everyone else. it seemed to hinder her growth. i also think being a teenager around older couples in their 30s who met their 'soulmate' and had these great romantic stories, of which frances had even tweeted about (gerard and lindsey and the al columbia comic), added to this fantasy that this guy she met at 17 was the love of her life and she had to marry him. i think her friends were good people and trusted her decisions but perhaps they should've told her to slowdown a little.

i think photos of isaiah and frances were cute, and frances gushing over someone she loved was cute. wanting to share that love with the world was cute. i think the situation and how it started and ended, wasn't. it was a naive love. and i'm sorry she has been so troubled because of it. her music seems to be about him. i wonder if those older tracks make the album or if she completely chooses to leave him in the past.

[jojotier]

lil masterpost of some of my favorite golden trio interactions that ive written vfkjv

seriously if you’re a fic writer and you haven’t tried to write these three interacting, I suggest you try. at least once. Seriously, writing them always leaves a smile on my face...

Some more that were so long that I decided to like, at least put it under the cut to save everyone the space and breathing room:

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“He’s a cute guy- always wondered what it’d have been like to meet him, you know, take him out somewhere fancy…” Shiraishi wiggled his eyebrows and Asirpa nigh instantaneously appeared to smack him over his bald head with a wooden spoon. “Hey-! What’d I say?!”

“Don’t be weird, Shiraishi!” Asirpa huffed, wagging the spoon in her hand. “Or else we’re going to have to crack your egg head over a pot and have you for breakfast!”

Shiraishi whined, “Mannnn why are you two always bullying me?! I’m the oldest! If anyone should be bullying anyone, it should be me bullying someone!!”

“But you won’t! Because you know what’s good for you,” Sugimoto teased, pouring himself and Shiraishi a cup of coffee.

Asirpa said from her place beside Shiraishi, “Pour me a cup too! Black, please.”

Sugimoto felt a sudden, terrified shiver run down his spine. “... Are you sure about that, Asirpa? That’s… this is a really bitter brand, so-”

“Black,” Asirpa repeated, slowly raising her spoon. She tapped it on her other hand, eyes blazing. Sugimoto felt sweat drip down the back of his neck. “What is it, Sugimoto? Do you not think I can handle it, Sugimoto? Do you think I’m too much of a child? Sugimoto? Well? Are you saying little Asirpa is too much of a baby to handle coffee in its natural state? Sugimoto, are you saying-”

“Alright, alright! I’m pouring you some now…” Sugimoto said, pouring her some of the coffee while trying to bite back a laugh.

Shiraishi’s eyes widened in vague awe. “Man… black? I thought you’ve never had coffee before,”

“That’s because I never have.” Asirpa nodded, moving back to the little kitchenette to take the cup from Sugimoto. “ Huci never bought it much, and my aca used to say that it was too weak to even bother with. Watching you two load it down with sugar and cream, and knowing Sugimoto has a weak tongue-”

“Hey-!” Sugimoto said, slightly offended.

“- I’ve decided that it can’t be bitter at all. You’re both just weak.” Asirpa declared, before taking a giant, ill-advised gulp of her coffee. Shiraishi started to say something, but it caught in his throat, leaving him to just make a weird noise like a dying whale. Asirpa stood stock still for a second, black coffee dripping a little onto the corner of her mouth, as she took a shaky swallow. She looked up at Sugimoto, tears in her slightly squinted eyes as she tried to give a smile that didn’t look like she was in immense pain. “S. See. Not. Bitter at all,”

Sugimoto bust out laughing, trying to rein it in a bit because maybe it was a bit of an asshole thing, to laugh at a kid, but even still… it was pretty hilarious. “Really! Really now! I see that face you’re making- you think its as bitter as we do!”

“Do not!”

“Do too!” Shiraishi joined in, laughing a bit himself.

“Do not- look,” Then Asirpa, face flushing, tried to drink the rest in a few fell gulps. A little bit of the hot, bitter drink dribbled down her chin and onto her shirt as she finished, looking like she was regretting pretty much all of her life choices. Asirpa made a face and squinted, sticking out her tongue. “Ugh… I think I burned my tongue….”

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“... So it’s an ugly thing that’s a pile of junk, is what you’re saying,” Shiraishi snickered a bit. “So antiquated that not even JAXA wants to knock this thing into the gravity and get it down out of this airspace!”

Asirpa’s cheeks puffed out slightly in disdain. “... I’m not giving that a response. This is still neat!!! You just have no taste.”

“Oh no, yeah, it’s pretty neat,” Shiraishi ceded, glancing back out at the station. He snickered under his breath some more. “Lots of historical significance, probably… looks like an old-timey soup can.”

Sugimoto snorted at that, a wide grin splitting over his face. “Come on, that’s mean. It looks like a tin bucket from one of those cowboy movies, at least- the ones that hold all the bullets.”

“Those buckets aren’t historically accurate- bullets weren’t really that big…” Asirpa corrected, tapping at her watch’s interface. Then, her head dipped down a bit, what stray hairs that remained free from her braid falling in her face as she bit her lip, looking absolutely goofy. “... Looks kind of like a big asinru, though…”

“Hey, look!!! Sugimoto look!!” Shiraishi leaned forward, hands gripping on the railing and feet braced against it as his face lit up. “She talks so big but she thinks that ship looks funny too!”

“It’s your fault!” Asirpa uselessly tossed one of the plastic maps at Shiraishi. It went like five centimeters, and then uselessly fwumped onto the ground with a weird sound, not unlike the sound one got when shaking out a laminated paper. Asirpa chose to ignore that. “You have me thinking of tin can shaped things-!!” Shiraishi started laughing, chest shaking a bit as his grip tightened on the railing.

Sugimoto snickered a bit, eyes crinkling at the corners, “Last I checked, only you can have yourself thinking things.”

Asirpa tried to toss a map at Sugimoto, throwing it like a frisbee to see if that would get any lift. No dice. It went an even closer distance and fluttered uselessly down, sliding away from Sugimoto entirely. Shiraishi guffawed, and before Asirpa could open her mouth, there was a solid thunk. Shiraishi yelped as he hit the ground, still slightly red-faced from laughing. He’d fallen off. Sugimoto gave a hearty laugh at that.

“See,” Asirpa said, looking at Shiraishi, “this is what you get. Karma.”

Shiraishi whined, rolling over onto his back with a pout. “Let’s just get this trespassing over with…” Both Sugimoto and Asirpa giggled a bit together.

~~

“Well, we figured since it was New Years, it’d be nice to drop by-” Sugimoto started to say before being slightly tilted off balance, shoved vaguely to the side. A second face appeared, slightly lower than Sugimoto’s face and flushed lightly. The smell of sake on this stranger’s breath nearly made Tsukishima recoil, knuckles turning white as his free hand clenched into a fist.

“Heyyyyy, Tsukihime-san!” The bald stranger grinned, head seeming to bob from side to side. “It’s so good t’ see you- great to meetcha, I’m Shiraishi Yoshitake-”

“Where’s the dog.” came a third voice, and soon a third face, belonging to a girl much shorter and younger than the two above her, peered into the gap.

“Asirpa, please,” Sugimoto laughed a little, trying to hide the smile behind his hand, “don’t make it look like that’s the only reason-!”

“But you said yourself that you wanted to pet the dog, Sugimoto,” Asirpa’s eyebrows rose as she tipped her head back, staring at the scarred man in the door.

“Well-!” Sugimoto’s face flushed a bit as well, giving a bit of a sheepish look. “I also wanted to say hi to the owner, of the dog.”

Tsukishima glanced over the three of them. It was unlikely that Sugimoto had ill intent, bringing both a drunk and a pre-teen along with him. He kept his pocket knife in his pocket and opened the door just a bit wider, looking to his impromptu guests and remembering Nugget in the living room, whining underneath the table. “Sorry. My dog doesn’t like being around a lot of people- he’s easily spooked.”

“The dog or you?” Shiraishi snickered a bit, seemingly trying to peer over Tsukishima’s shoulder into the apartment. Tsukishima reconsidered not thinking about the merits of “accidental” greeting stabs in the future. Except there wouldn’t be a future, because Tsukishima didn’t want to deal with visitors. “Noah Fence, dude, but you’re like- this super hermit! I don’t think anyone’seen you outside this apartment... Tha’s what I heard from other people-”

The girl, Asirpa, turned around and kicked Shiraishi in the shins. Sugimoto followed suit, smacking Shiraishi upside the head while glaring at him. Tsukishima’s eyes narrowed as he went to close the door anyway. “Good night, Sugimoto. Asirpa.”

“Wait! Wait,” Sugimoto shoved his hand in the door hastily, trying to fold in on himself so he could hold up a package wrapped in paper the same shade of blue and white that the headband that Asirpa wore was. Of course, the designs were much different, looking more like silver leaves and boars. That’s right- it was the year of the boar soon, wasn’t it?

“We made too much mochi and yokan,” Asirpa explained, peering up at Tsukishima.

~~

“Awww, but Asirpa~” Sugimoto gave a mock pitiful whine, pushing his lower lip out like a child. “How am I gonna give miso to Huci to go with the feast?”

“We don’t need any of your poop near our shit,” Asirpa said, turning up her nose. At that, Shiraishi lost it and rolled onto his side, chortling the entire while.

Sugimoto gave a delicate gasp. “Asirpa, language! Who taught you to say that? Did Shiraishi here rub off on you,”

“I taught myself to say it,” Asirpa stuck out her tongue, but she knew no one was being serious about it. Sugimoto wasn’t the type of person to become faint just because someone younger than him said something mildly uncouth, as she’d done many times before. Sugimoto chuckled himself, a wider grin breaking out over his face.

Soon, the laughter died down again, and Sugimoto rested his cheek harder against his hand. It wasn’t nearly as cold and oppressive as before- but there was still an odd undertone, to the quiet that surrounded them. Something left unsaid.

“Man.” Sugimoto sighed, looking wistfully at the fire, “I wish I still had my miso. We could’ve used it with dinner earlier.”

It was quiet for a few seconds more before Asirpa suddenly remembered- in her coat… She didn’t remember if she’d used the last of it before, in the meal they had outside this place, but she still reached into an innermost pocket and pulled out the small metal tin. Shuffling around to Sugimoto, she presented it to him and opened the lid, showing just the smallest trace of brown miso in a corner.

Sugimoto’s eyes widened, a happy smile coming onto his face. “Oh man-! You did keep it! I would’ve thought for sure you were gonna use it as anosoma box or something, for anything you find-”

“Oh come on, that’s so gross!” Asirpa felt her eyes burn at the mere thought of it. Or maybe they burned because she was squinting so hard it looked as if her eyes had receded back into her face flesh. Sugimoto snorted, trying to keep his giggles in as Asirpa silently worked through how to even respond to that. After a moment, her face loosened back into a more contemplative expression.

“... Besides. You liked it so much that you would try to make my poor old Huci try it- so we had to keep it for when you came back.”

[yourjughead]

Toast

Requested: You're best friends with Vernonica and the girlfriend ((actually I don't think I use feminine pronouns for reader in this?)) to Archie Andrews himself. When they starting hanging out more often than not, an important date slips his mind.

Pairings: Archiexreader

Warnings: swearing, underage drinking

A/N don't know how long ago this was requested but I'm sorry I'm a bad person. Enjoy the fic Huns

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3rd person “hey YN can't go tonight honey I'm really really sorry, I'm going to practice singing with Veronica I'm so sorry I forgot to tell you” “Singing with Veronica, since when?” “Since today” “Aww that's sweet my boyfriend and my best friend forming a band” you tease. Archie flashes you his award winning smile before kissing your head and jogging off into the school hallways. 2 Week later. “Hi yn I can't make tonight, Veronica and I are going to practice I'm sorry, is that alright?” “Yeah that's okay Arch, have fun” you beam. 4weeks later “Yn Veronica and I already had plans to practice and I forgot I'm so sorry babe” “That's okay, I'll go with Betty and jug” you smile 6weeks later “Yn I gotta go practice with V so I won't be there tonight” “umm I guess...but next Friday is….” you nodded and he took off after calling to you “Yeah yeah yn I gotta go V is waiting”

7weeks later “Hey YN where's Archie?” “Who the fuck knows Kevin, probably practicing with Veronica” you bite. “Woah Ynn, you're acting like he's always with her”

“But he is Kev he is! He's canceled all of our plans we've made for like the past 6 weeks and I can't talk to my best friend about it because she's the reasons why I'm not seeing him!” You slammed your locker and started walking off with Kevin following closely.

“Okay firstly, ouch I thought I was your best friend” you roll your eyes. “Secondly maybe they're a thing” Kevin casually throws out as if it's not a live grenade. You stop dead in your tracks as other students filter out around you excited for the weekend. “Nahhh” you both simultaneously laugh. *Sms: GingerXx: ynn. Can't make tonight. Later. -3.54pm

“Kevin. He canceled. He canceled on me on our 1 year anniversary and he didn't even say sorry! He can't even be bothered to come and tell me face to face anymore! He didn't even say sorry!....kevin...do you...do you really think he's cheating Do you really think so? Honestly?” you can just about get it out as you slide into the passenger seat of Kevin's car. “Well as your elder..” “By like 2 months” you interrupt.

“Ahem! As your elder, I am very wise to these things and being honest with you...yeah yn its a real strong possibility I mean….he doesn't exactly have the best track record with relationships” You didn't speak for the rest of the drive home, Kevin continued on about how he was probably wrong and everything was okay but you weren't listening. You knew what he said first was what he believed. You didn't speak the whole way through helping your parents pack for their weekend in the Hamptons ((you guys this is just where i see ye americans seem to constantly go away to, sorry bout it). You sat down on the couch and flicked through films. You were alone on your anniversary and as the night crept in, you stayed in the dark. You sauntered over to the liquor cabinet and couldn't help yourself. Throwing yourself back on the couch with a swig of liquor you continued to flick through channels as your face contorted with the bitter taste. After finishing your second bottle of liquid courage you were done feeling sorry for yourself and made your way down the street to Archie's house rather unsteadily. You went right to the garage where you know Archie liked to practice, better acoustics. You started banging along the side of the structure before reaching the door and then almost beating that down. Archie opened the door, visibly groggy. “Yn? Oh God what is that smell? Is that...is that alchol?” “Shut up Andrews! Do you know what to-days is” your words came out ever so slightly slurred.

“Are you ahaha are you drunk?” He couldn't fight the smile on his face at his messy girlfriend.

“Shhhh answer the question” you patted his chest, the alcohol was starting to settle in you, maybe two bottles of bourbon and nightly fresh air wasn't the best idea.

“It's Friday” he gave you a confused look with a smile to match.  

“Hmm no nope that can't be the rea-son”

“Umm what?” he laughed “how much have you had to drink?” “DONT PATRONISE ME!” you wrapped your arms as tightly as possible. “Woah Ynn…” it was only then you noticed Veronica curled up on the couch behind Archie, just waking to the sound of your slurred voice. “Oh you're fucking kidding me right?” “Ynn….” “Don't call me that! And then….and then just don't call me.” You turned and practically ran off, not particularly in a coordinated fashion but at speed nevertheless. Bursting in your bedroom you threw yourself onto your bed and let the tears fall. You just let sleep take you after that.

~ “Ughhhhhhh god” the light broke through your half closed curtains. Head spinning you sat up trying to blink the world into focus instantly regretting it as your head drummed against it self. After a second attempt a sitting up was more successful, you put one hand to your head and blinked hard. You then noticed the pillow and sleeping bag at your feet.

Standing up, you shuffled out the door into the bathroom to splash water on your face.

“Yn?” You jumped at the sound of a voice. “Archie?” You cautiously peaked out the door to see the ginger standing there with a plate of toast. “What...what are you doing in my house?” You cautiously stepped towards him. “I followed you back last night, good thing I did too, you left the front door wide open. I crashed on the floor then, I wasn't sure how much you drank...or what you drank or...or what you smoked, you were a little out of it” he smiled but it faded when he saw you didn't return the sentiment. “Thanks...you can leave now” you couldn't meet his eyes as you took the plate from his hands going back into your room.

Cross-legged on the bed munching the slightly burnt bread...the very burnt bread, Archie sheepishly came in and sat down next to you. He moved to put his arm on your leg but shuffled away.

“Yn what did I do, please tell me what I did because I'm racking my brain trying to remember something I've clearly forgotten and it's driving me crazy” you just bit the inside of your mouth. “What date is it Archie” “What is with this question?” “Answer it” “Saturday” he shrugged. “Not day, Date.” “It's the….oh yn, oh yn, oh my god I'm such an idiot, I'm so sorry, oh my god yn fuck me!”

“Well I was going to last night but you clearly had other plans now didnt you” you roughly bit the burned bread regretting it instantly and turning your nose up at the charred taste.

“I am so sorry. I am the worst boyfriend in the world….fuck! Im still your boyfriend right?, yn please don't break up with me!” Archie caught your hand in his with pleading eyes. “Depends on whether or not you're screwing my best friend?” “Whether or not I'm what?! Im not screwing Kevin!” You exhaled in frustration to this, Archie decided to switch tactics from humour to seriousness. “That's not what Veronica and I are to each other! We're just friends! We just fell asleep last night cause we were so tired from all the practicing….oh yn please you have to believe me I'd never do that to you” Archie's voice grew frantic as he begged you to meet his eyes.

“I feel like I haven't seen you in 2 months because practice is more important than me…”

“Nothing or nobody is more important to me than you….except maybe Jughead….and Vegas...I'm also quite fond of Mr Wilson from next door” you playfully hit him with your pillow and he smiled at the fact he was slowly breaking you down.

“I swear yn if I ever forget anything like this again you have permission to kill me” you chuckle lightly.

“No ynn I swear if I ever forget a birthday or wedding anniversary you can straight up kill me and I'll totally understand” he laughed

“Wedding anniversary?” You whisper then bite your bottom lip. “Umm well yeah….i mean if that's okay”

“That's okay” this received a goofy grin from Archie.

“….so what should we do to celebrate our anniversary 2.0” he edged his way into the bed and wrapped an arm around you. You pulled him by the collar of his shirt to meet you “I have an idea or two…” your hand slipped down his inner thigh. “Oh yeah?” He grinned before connecting his lips with yours. “Yeah you can start by…” you guide his hand to your lap, his eyes roaming your body “getting me some proper breakfast” you bring his hand to the plate sitting on your knees. “Whatever you want my love, whatever you want but first I have to have sex with Vernonica soo” he winked and you shoved him off the bed with force laughing. Nothing but love.

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Much Love Xx

[whoranrantheworld]

❇ Mahoutokoro School Of Magic ❇

Disclaimer: Most scenes are inspired/from the original fiction

Chapter Two

I leaned on a door as i catch up my breathe. Mou~ kokoro, calm down.

I fixed my hair immediately and leave to where my next class is. Defense against the Dark Arts with Professor Kamenashi Kazuya is next. That gorgeous professor who captured every girls heart, he has actually a fanclub here, with girls wearing Kazuya headbands and waving his uchiwa all the time, but yeah he's gorgeous so what he's a teacher. I got inside the classroom and immediately gulped as i saw Masaki. Why does he have this effect in me? I tried to look for other desks, maybe beside my co-Tengus, but nothing is available, so i looked at Masaki again with his grin on his face as he's the only one with an available spot. I walked towards his desk at looked at him before sitting down. He said Hi, and ofcourse I did too.

Professor Kamenashi teaches us the 3 curses, which is by the way, something i really wanna learn. I swish my wand as we try it to poor spiders, ugh this is painful but i kinda like it. Am i sadist or something?

"Seems like youre enjoying hurting that spider huh?" He smirked.

I looked at him and goes back to learning thy spells again.

After 2 hours of learning the 3 curses, Professor Kame showed us a film about the Death Eaters who were tortured using the 3 curses.

I gripped on my books as i can imagine how painful it is then bit my lips. I can hear Masaki groaning in so much gruesome. He looked at me as i start to keep on closing my eyes from time to time, he patted my hand with his then i flicked it away, making us both burst into laughters.

Professor Kamenashi shush us up as he heard us laughing. I covered my mouth with both palms and continue to watch. This British death eaters are really evil but seeing them in pain, makes me pity them. The class ended with sensei giving as homework to write a reaction paper. I left the room but heard someone calling me, i turned my gaze and see Masaki.

He ran towards me with that adorable but evil-ish look.

"Uhm.. Hi.. do you want to do our homework together? I mean.. if its okay with you since im not really good in doing a reaction paper". He said embarassingly.

I looked at him tilting my head. I have a Quidditch practice tonight so i dont even know ehn i can work on my homework.

"Uhm, well we have a Quidditch practice......" he cut me off with his adorable goofy smile.

"Its okay, im sorry i didnt know youre going to be busy".

I looked at him and breathes in deeply.

"Ill be free after 7pm if youd like we can meet at the main hall and we can work on our reactions paper in there". I tried to give him a bitter smile.

"Well, thats a deal then. See you later." He patted my head gently before he left. I touched my forehead and fixes my fringe as i stare at him fading from my sight.

Pfft.