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sethcohnn · 1 year ago

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For anyone with no patience, here are the captions of Jeronica in Riverdale 7x17:

WARNING: Spoilers for tonight’s episode

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So, how do you wanna do this?

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Wanna go in first

and I mosey on in

30 seconds later?

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Absolutely not.

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Veronica Lodge's signature

color may be purple,

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but she is no shrinking violet.

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So, come on.

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Let's give these cubes

something juicy to goss about.

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["Come On" playing]

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Wowza.

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I've never had so many

peepers on me at one time.

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Well, if it's any consolation,

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I haven't gotten

this much attention

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since I arrived to school

wearing my sexy witch costume.

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Sexy witch costume?

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Jughead Jones.

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Do you have a thing

for sexy teen witches?

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Well, yes.

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[chuckling] Yes, I do.

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But I also know a boss idea

when I hear one,

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and sexy teen witch

is a very boss idea.

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Hmm. Well, glad to have

inspired something.

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Catch you later, alligator.

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[Veronica] I have to tell you,

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this is the bee's knees,

Jughead.

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I didn't realize

you could draw too.

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[Jughead] Well,

I'm no Ethel Muggs,

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but I think this brain egg

could be the thing

to save Pep Comics.

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Mr. Fieldstone is looking

for a fresh breakout character

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to get past the code

and bring in new readership,

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and I think it's

Veronica the Teenage Witch.

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[footsteps approaching]

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Veronica, you're not

gonna believe who's here.

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Miss Josie McCoy.

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[Veronica] Veronica

The Teenage Witch

is too sexy, you say?

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I mean, he's not wrong.

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I am cut from the same cloth

as Veronica Lake

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and therefore,

too provocative for

those feeble-minded censors.

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It's their loss.

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On top of which,

I have to figure out

a new name,

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something more magical.

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Hey, did you happen to see

that Audrey Hepburn picture

that came out last year?

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Her character had

a superb name in that.

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What was that movie

called again?

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Sabrina.

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Audrey played

the title character.

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Sabrina.

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Yeah.

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Yeah, that could be the ticket.

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"In the bloom of Eden's garden,

the first transgression.

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A simple apple,

Eve learned her lesson.

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Different garden,

same temptation.

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A young man

seeking an education.

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A teacher's pupil

brings her apples,

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and sinful thoughts

with which he grapples.

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While she teaches,

he sits through classes

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wondering how she looks

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without those glasses."

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[Veronica] I'm so

sorry, Jughead.

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Sabrina The Teenage Witch

is a brilliant idea,

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and I'm not just saying that

because I inspired her.

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She's just ahead of her time.

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Give it a few years.

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Let the hysteria die down

and there will be

no stopping her.

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I just feel like Pep Comics

is sinking in quicksand.

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Listen, if you're down

in the mouth

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and not in the mood

for a premier,

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I'd completely understand.

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Are you kidding?

This is probably

the only chance

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I'll ever be invited

to a Hollywood premiere.

I'm not going to miss it.

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-The only thing is--

-You don't have a suit.

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I barely have any clothes

without an S on them.

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I thought we might

run into this predicament.

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So I may or may not have taken

some precautionary measures.

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Tailored exactly

to your measurements.

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I think you'll find nothing but

the best for my flutter bum.

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Yowza.

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Are you absolutely sure

you're not a teenage witch?

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#THEY ARE SO CUTTE #jeronica #riverdale #riverdale spoilers #jughead jones #veronica lodge #vughead #jughead x veronica

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hiddenpxpercuts · 2 years ago

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@lcnelyhearted (Veronica)

“Hey, sorry I was running a bit late.” heather replied as she walked out of her apartment. “What do you think of my outfit? I was trying something new out and thought I’d try a new color. Of course red is still my signature, but I thought purple would look nice.”

#Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Teresa?: Heather Chandler #it's the outfit and the wig in the gif that she has on!

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eatsyourheartout · 2 years ago

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facts about vile

her fav holiday’s halloween, you could beat her but you cannot beat her halloween costumes, you would NEVERRR catch her with a store bought costume, every costume is handmade, if there isn’t a halloween party coming up she throws one

she grew up to tim burton, stephen king, harry potter and horror media that shaped her to who she is now, she collected monster high dolls especially the vampire ones (her favorite being veronica von vamp) and her favorite bratz dolls were the bratzillaz, she had a big fascination with vampires and it grew from her favorite shows : buffy the vampire slayer & my babysitter’s a vampire, fun fact! her first nightmare was about dracula

she enjoys being chased than being in a relationship (even though deep inside that’s all she craves)

the way she acts around the people she has crushes on is 1- teasing constantly, 2- bullying them, 3- gift giving

if she had to pick a job it would be a piercer/ tattoo artist, she did most of her piercings herself except the dermals & did her siblings’s piercings

she finds drugs disgusting and would never get addicted to it but doesn’t mind trying (esp weed & lsd)

she would never get into a relationship easily, it takes her time to know if she’ll feel secure with them or not

she’s a great liar

her aura color’s purple (spiritual, creative imagination/artistic, connected to spirit guides, mystery, moody, ambition, sensitive, psychic abilities)

always has her nails done (black long stilettos)

the first thing strangers notice about her features is her sharp eyes, her beauty secret is thin arched brows to make her eyes more sharp bc this bitch got big soul eater eyes

she’s in a band called fright night and they only preform in clubs during halloween

she’s only experienced “things” with women, never with men

her signature perfume’s good girl by carolina herrera

her hair texture’s curly but she straightens the fuck out of it everyday, rarely see her in her big curls

she loovesss layering jewelry, she prefers silver or rhinestone ones

her weird quality is talking to herself even when there’s people around, either out loud or in her mind while moving her hands

her love language is physical touch & gift giving

she’s super affectionate towards her friends = sitting on their lap or kissing their cheeks, complimenting them and telling them she loves them, always gives them hugs whenever she has the chance to

hates side hugs

extremely flirty, people keep thinking she has a crush on them but that’s just how she is

stubborn brat asf

she loves eye contact

her closet is so black that it’s hard to find clothes she wants that’s why she takes so long to get ready

she can get along with anyone as long as they give the same energy back

she forgives but NEVER forgets, has insane memory

she can’t drink caffeine because of her anxiety issues but she loves the taste

she’s a horrible driver, surprisingly has a car (a black 1960s cadillac eldorado convertible) & a drivers license, the only reason she doesn’t crash is bc the car is too gorgeous

her weakness in a woman is a monroe piercing, a gap in their front teeth, curly hair & deep raspy voices, you already have her on her knees

her weakness in a man is piercings, long hair, red heads (dyed)

her handwriting is super neat and cursive, she has this weird obsession with stationary stuff (she gets excited when she goes back to school shopping) she collects notebooks and other stationary shit she usually doesn’t use, most of them are collecting dust rn but she loves them all either way and would never get rid of them

her favorite family member is her older brother sully, they’re practically best friends

her comfort food is mint chocolate ice cream

she rarely gets mad, if something bothers her / if she wants to confront someone she does it calmly

she always has cat food & gloves in her purse incase she runs into a cat

she has a black fluffy cat named nightmare, sully found her in the streets and brought her to vile, she’s super curious and likes to stare at people’s faces

did i mention she’s a cat person

always has a notebook by her bed to write her dreams, sometimes she has dreams that predicts the future

her mom’s hobby is dream reading and later on turned it into a job, vile learned so many things from her and got used to writing her dreams and analyzing it, one issue.. she found out most of vile’s secrets through her dreams

her favorite hair dye phase was chunky red highlights or full red hair and always goes back to it whenever she gets that phase

her singing voice sounds like a mixture between hope sandoval & elysian fields

her style icon is taylor momsen and pamela anderson

she collects herbs like a lil freak and loves mixing some n creating unique teas, she’s a sucker for tea (caffeine problem IK but it’s not as strong as coffee, she can drink it)

easiest way to have her heart in a chokehold is taking her to a cemetery date during a foggy morning, forest dates, bullying her, and finding her craft interesting enough to let her do a tarot reading on you (one time a guy confessed his feelings for her through a tarot reading and to this day she still thinks about it)

her favorite animals are snow leopards, bats and owls

her fav subjects are history and science, least fav is math

she likes to explore abandoned buildings

her theme song would be Angel by Massive Attack

#♱. vile info #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers #dialovers

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theheatherschronicles1 · 2 years ago

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All I Want

Part 2 (Becoming a Heather )

As you and Veronica approach the Heathers , Heather Chandler comes up to you , this is what you’ve been trying to avoid all year .

“Hey , you have great fashion sense , and we want you to become a Heather “ she says “let’s go to the bathroom to discuss after school plans and show y/n what it’s like to be one of us “ you , Veronica, and the Heathers leave the lunchroom, with Veronica walking right next to you . As you guys enter the bathroom you sit on the counter and Veronica sits next to you , Did she like you ?

“Okay Heather so what’s the plan for today ?” Veronica asks Chandler

“Hmm how about we hang out at the park , and not the little kid park , the actual park “ Chandler said , “oh and y/n you will need a scrunchie , Veronica you need to go get it , y/n what’s your favorite/signature color?” She asks

“Oh I usually wear black and grey , and purple “you respond

“Okay then a purple scrunchie it is “ Chandler answers. You knew you couldn’t argue with her about it , so you just smiled and nodded . You felt someone looking at you , it was Veronica, looking at you side eyed, she was about to say something but the bell rang to go to class . You all went to your classes and Veronica spent her whole class hour writing in her diary , about you

Dear Diary,

I met the most beautiful girl today , her name is y/n , she has flawless hair, her eyes are the most precious things , she’s got a great smile , she’s so sweet ,her perfume smells like how I imagine heaven smells like , and her clothes are even better than Heather Chandler’s. I think I might like this girl , yes I know that means I’m a little gay , and that’s not a great thing in Ohio right now , but I don’t give a shit, this girl is all I want, I’m off to buy her a scrunchie under Heather chandler’s orders ,

Veronica

After school , You are sitting on a bench in the park Heather told you all to meet , and soon you see Heather McNamara and Duke heading towards you , as you guys greet eachother , the bith sit down with you in the bench and Heather Chandler and Veronica arrive .

“Veronica give her the scrunchie “ Chandler demanded. Veronica heads in front of you and gives you the scrunchie, as you grab it , your hands touch, for a second you both look at each other blankly .

“Thanks “ you say to break the akward mess as you smile .

“Yeah, you’re welcome “ she says. Then she stays smiling at you and looking at you for a good two seconds and you do the same until Heather Chandler breaks up the moment.

“Come on guys let’s go walk “ she demanded. You guys all got up and and started walking along the trail , and again, Veronica walked right by you , close enough to where your arms touched , and your butterflies came back.

As you guys were walking Chandler started talking about a little party , but it wasn’t like the ones she usually goes to , it was what Heather called junior high quality party , and she wasn’t going alone to a “lame thing” like that so she told you and Veronica to come . Veronica obviously agreed , and she gave you a look that seemed like “please come “ , so you agreed to go too .

“Yeah I’ll go with you guys” . After you said this , Veronica had such a beautiful and big smile on her face , this made you feel happy .

“And dress nice “ Heather said

Later that day you picked out your outfit for the party , since it was later that night , hoping you’d make a great first impression for your first party , of course from Heathers description it wasn’t like an actual party party but you still wanted to look outstanding.

#lgbt #heathers #winona ryder #veronica sawyer x reader #veronica sawyer #heather chandler

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caws5749 · 5 years ago

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A Day in Riverdale

A/N: my first cheryl fic! I’m super excited about it, and i had so much fun writing it! I may be writing some more riverdale fics, we shall see! And hopefully, I’ll be back to writing natasha soon (I am hoping to write the next chapter of your red-headed mentor tomorrow). Anywho, I hope you guys like this!

Promoting: Fanfic Night, tomorrow! There’s a theme for this one, fav author’s edition! And of course, movie night, Friday at 4pm eastern! We’re watching Code 8.

The door to Pop’s chocolate shop swung open, the sound of the bell grabbing your attention. You looked up, a smile overtaking your face as Cheryl walked in, flipping her long, curled hair over her shoulder.

“Morning, babe,” she called in a sing-song voice.

“Morning, baby,” you answered, eyeing her perfect red lips. She swooped down to briefly press her lips to yours, before sliding into the booth across from you.

“You look amazing today,” you murmured, your eyes looking over her.

“I know,” she smiled. “But thank you, Y/N/N.”

“Maybe we should skip class today,” you suggested cheekily.

“And mess up my perfect attendance record? No, thank you.”

You pouted, to which Cheryl couldn’t help but smile softly.

“I promise, mon petit amour, we can do something fun after school,” she cooed. “Now, can we order, I’m starving?”

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The two of you finished your breakfast and headed to school. You were a bit early, but there was a pep rally later, and Cheryl wanted to practice a bit with the Vixens.

Your hand held hers tightly as you walked into the building, greeting some of your friends.

“Cheryl!” Jughead called. Your girlfriend sighed and rolled her eyes.

“What do you want, hobo?” Cheryl pursed her lips. You gave her hand a light squeeze, causing her to soften her gaze, just slightly.

“I’m writing an expose on -”

“Don’t care,” Cheryl interrupted, a smug smile on her face. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere to be.”

“Sorry,” you mouthed back to Jughead as you continued your way through the hallway with Cheryl. You walked with her to the locker room with no other interruptions, and stopped right outside the door.

“You’re going to be amazing, I can’t wait to see you later,” you murmured, pulling her slowly closer.

“You’ll be my shining light in the bleachers,” Cheryl replied, closing the gap between you two in a sweet kiss.

“I’ll see you later, my love,” she added, before turning and entering the locker room. You watched her disappear, a smile playing at your lips, before you turned and headed back down the hallway, on a mission to find Jughead.

“Jughead!” you called upon spotting him talking to Betty.

“What’s up, Y/N?”

“That expose you’re working on, what’s it about?” You asked.

“Maple syrup, the Blossom family business,” he answered. “But I doubt Cheryl will help.”

“I’ll talk to her,” you offered. He thought it over for a moment before nodding.

“Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks, Y/N.”

“Of course,” you smiled, before saying goodbye and heading to your locker.

“Morning Y/N/N,” Veronica greeted.

“Hey Ronnie,” you replied enthusiastically. “You’re not practicing with the rest of the team?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I have some other business to attend to this morning.”

“Oh?” You asked.

“With Archie,” she laughed lightly. You smirked, and then a certain red-haired bulldog caught your eye down the hallway.

“Well, business calls,” you nodded towards Archie. Veronica gripped your arm lightly before sending you a smile and turning away. You shut your locker and headed towards your first class.

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The rest of the day passed slowly. You were much too eager for the pep rally to focus on anything. And Veronica had spread the word that La Bonne Nuit was going to be hosting a little celebration that evening, for the Vixens. And you were going to make sure Cheryl was the honored guest.

You sat impatiently in your seat, waiting for the bell to ring any minute. When it finally did, Archie met you in the hall, and you made your way towards the gym along with the rest of the student body.

“It’s gonna be great,” Archie commented as you took your seats.

“I know, Cheryl’s had the team practicing for weeks.”

“They all deserve the celebration tonight at the speakeasy.”

“They do,” you agreed. Your attention was pulled away by Principal Weatherby beginning the pep rally and introducing the Vixens. You and Archie shared a grin as both of your girlfriends walked out in their cheerleading uniforms, searching for you two in the crowd and giving you a wink. You blew a kiss for Cheryl, and the smile on her face told you that she saw it.

The music started and you cheered the Vixens on, along with the rest of the school. Their dance was flawless, it was clear how hard they’d been working. When they’d finished, they were given a standing ovation, and you cheered until your throat hurt.

The Vixens took their seats and Cheryl stepped up to the podium to give a little speech, as was her duty as Student Body President.

“Good afternoon students of Riverdale High! As your Student Body President, I want to welcome you to the pep rally! After a perfect performance by the Vixens, led by moi, it’s time to officially kick off spirit week! Let’s show some school spirit and pride, starting with a celebration tonight! Invitation only, you know who you are. Go Bulldogs!”

With that, Cheryl left the podium, with a signature hair flip as she walked towards the bleachers, towards you. You’d saved her a seat of course, just as Archie had saved one for Veronica, and Jughead for Betty.

“Baby! Did you like our performance and my speech?” Cheryl asked as she sat down next to you, her hand falling to your thigh.

“Of course I did, you and the Vixens were amazing,” you replied, brushing your lips to her cheek.

“Thank you my love. I’m excited to celebrate with you tonight,” she murmured, her eyes wide and gazing into yours lovingly.

“Me too.”

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“Does this lipstick look okay?” You asked after applying the dark color to your lips. Cheryl tilted her head and turned to give you her full attention.

“You look incredible, that color is perfect on you. I’d kiss you but I’m worried my cherry red and your dark purple won’t mix,” Cheryl laughed lightly.

“Maybe you can help take it off later,” you suggested, before scrunching up your face. “Okay, that was lame.”

“It was adorable. You’re adorable,” she cooed. “You may not have a way with words, Y/N/N, but I love you all the same.”

“I love you too, Cheryl.”

“Shall we head to La Bonne Nuit? If we left now, we’d be making a timely late entrance.”

You nodded, standing from your seat at the vanity and then holding your hand out for your girlfriend, helping her up.

The two of you would be making quite the entrance, clad in the highest of high heels, dresses with slits up the sides and low necklines, hair curled to perfection, and makeup done to the most dramatic level. You’d be the stars of the evening, that’s for sure.

Cheryl drove up to the valet, getting out of the car and tossing the keys to one of the boys who was working. She reached back for your hand, leading you into Pop’s. You were immediately greeted by Veronica.

“Ladies, may I say that you look stunning? Right this way,” Veronica smiled, leading you towards the back, past the long line of others waiting to enter the speakeasy.

“The royal treatment,” Cheryl commented to you, smirking slightly. She deserved it, she deserved the world. You smiled softly, gazing at her with pure adoration.

And then you were greeted by loud music as you walked down the steps into the dimly lit speakeasy, your grip on Cheryl’s hand tightening ever so slightly. You weren’t a huge fan of crowded, dark spaces, and she knew as much.

“We can leave at anytime,” Cheryl murmured, her eyes focused on you, making sure you understood. You nodded, though you had no intentions of leaving for a long time. This night was a celebration, a time to have fun with your friends and girlfriend.

“Your usual table is ready for you, and your drinks should be ready momentarily,” Veronica announced. You both thanked her and took a seat in the booth, sitting as close together as you possibly could.

“Tonight is for you,” you murmured, nuzzling your nose against her cheek, before planting a kiss there.

“Tonight is for all of us.”

“Yeah, but it’s for you. You’re the reason this is all happening. You’re an amazing Student Body President and an amazing Captain of the Vixens.”

“I know,” Cheryl smiled. “And you are an amazing girlfriend.”

“An amazing girlfriend who has a surprise for you,” you replied.

“Oh?” Cheryl asked, her perfectly done eyebrows raised questioningly. You hummed, sliding out of the booth.

“I’ll be right back, babe.”

You sauntered over to the bar, feeling Cheryl’s eyes watching you carefully, curious as to what you had in mind.

“Is it time?” Veronica asked. You nodded.

“I’ll get everything going,” Veronica nodded. You thanked her and headed back to your booth. Cheryl raised her eyebrows yet again, but didn’t say anything. You settled back in your seat, leaning against your girlfriend, her hands around your waist.

The projector whirred to life, and it quieted in the speakeasy. Clips began to play, and you heard Cheryl gasp next to you. You’d arranged for each of the River Vixens to to film a small video, in which they spoke to Cheryl, thanking her for being such an amazing captain. Your girlfriend sniffed quietly, and you turned to see her wiping away a few tears. And then your clip came on the screen, and all of Cheryl’s attention focused on that.

You had poured your heart out in that video, desperate for Cheryl to know just how amazing she was. And you’d done a good job, that was evident by even a few others shedding some tears.

But then Cheryl was removing her hands from around you, sliding out of the booth, and quickly running up the stairs and out of the building. You sat shocked for a moment, before taking off after her.

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“Cheryl!?” You exclaimed, catching your girlfriend after she’d run out of La Bonne Nuit. She didn’t answer, her back still turned to you as she ventured further away, into the street.

“Cheryl! It’s pouring!” You shouted after her, jogging in your dress to catch up. You grabbed her arm gently, spinning her around so that she was facing you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked softly upon seeing the tears falling down her cheeks. Her gaze shifted downward, looking anywhere but at you. You sighed through your nose, gently cupping her chin and forcing it upwards until her eyes met yours.

“I just” - a shiver ran through her- “I don’t want to lose you,” she cried softly. You furrowed your brows.

“Lose me? Cheryl, I’m yours, always. Why do you think you’re going to lose me?”

“I don’t deserve-“

“Stop,” you interrupted. “You do deserve me. You’re incredible, smart, confident, you’re the Cheryl Blossom, and I am lucky enough to receive your love.”

Your heart lifted as a smile threatened to overtake her features.

“You love me?” She asked, her voice quiet and gentle.

“Of course I do,” you murmured, one of yours hands falling to her waist, and the other tucking her soaked hair behind her ear. Her gaze flickered to your lips, and you took the opportunity to slam your lips into hers. Her hands entangled themselves in your hair, and you couldn’t help but forget the cold rain falling around you.

The world seemed to stop as the kiss continued, the party at La Bonne Nuit long forgotten. The way her hands gently tugged on your hair, the feel of her bare skin under her cutout dress- nothing seemed real or important anymore, besides her.

When a shiver ran through you, Cheryl pulled away, concern written on her face.

“Oh, my love, it’s pouring. We should get inside.”

“I’d spend forever out in the rain with you,” you breathed, eyes still focused on her. Cheryl’s gaze went soft as she took in your words, though her determination still won.

“And I with you,” she whispered, pressing a light kiss to the tip of your nose. “But we should get warm and dry. Why don’t I drive us home?”

#cheryl blossom x reader #cheryl blossom x you #cheryl blossom x femreader #riverdale x reader #riverdale imagine #riverdale fanfiction #cheryl blossom imagine #archie andrews x reader #veronica lodge x reader #cheryl blossom #cheryl x reader #mine

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cometcrystal · 4 years ago

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coolsville on the cw 8/7c character profiles

fred - probably the one who has the closest riverdale counterpart -- archie. hes not into football but hes the town's golden boy. brad and judy are his parents in this verse, and theyre almost never home, so he's pretty much raised himself. takes everything 100% gravely seriously. has trust issues bc of his parents and pushes the rest of the gang away sometimes. has an arc where he goes to jail bc that was funny w archie. jughead's cousin. was voted leader of the gang by actual vote. extremely protective of everything he loves (mostly the other four).

daphne - throw betty, veronica, and cheryl in a blender and you get cw daphne. she inherited betty's pluck, veronica's girlboss air, and cheryl's family vibe. is the only member of the gang in this show to dress solely in her cartoon version's color scheme, bc she claims purple, green, and pink are her signature colors. takes at least 7 self defense related courses. gets a scene like cheryls where she holds a candelabra and covers herself in fake(?) blood and tells her mother off. has the serial killer gene

velma - pains me to say but shes the jughead of the group. she has the best family situation out of all of them, but her family has moved around the country so much that she gave up on trying to connect with people and instead plays a game where she sees how quickly she can turn people off from wanting to talk to her. therefore she is the new girl here. she gets all the forced literary references and the im a weirdo speech. has an encyclopedic knowledge of cryptids and the paranormal, but believes in none of it. wears stompy lesbian boots only

shaggy - much like sabrina is satan's daughter, one of shaggy's parents is affiliated with either heaven or hell and i cant decide which. he has never met them and doesnt find out about his demigod/demidevil status until the s2 finale. has an avatar state that only surfaces when he's angry, which isn't often because he is either his laid back self or scared out of his mind. despite his cowardice, he becomes fast friends with velma when she arrives because they both wanna uncover the truth behind the disappearance of his sister, maggie.

scooby - i havent decided yet if he can talk or not. perhaps he can speak telepathically with the gang so we dont have a cgi moving dog mouth? also hes descended from aliens just like in sdmi bc thats too good not to use. spirits can speak directly to him since hes a dog, and he hates it. also he has killed a man and it becomes a plot point later

marcie - her family owns the malt shop. idk much about her personality yet but she def crushes on velma the moment she sees her. might be a secret member of the southside serpents-esque gang of coolsville

red - captain of the football team and fred's arch nemesis. also a member of the aforementioned gang. he dies pretty early on but gasp he has faked his death. his death is a red herring for another crime he is involved in

scrappy - prodigy that works for the fbi. idk exactly what hes gonna do yet but i want him here

thats all for now. i want this to be its own thing and not just the events of riverdale with scooby doo characters but im just giving a feel for how everyone is in this universe.

#scooby meta #scooby doo #riverdale #cw coolsville

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Galactica, Chapter 20 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Yeah, it’s been a minute. But we love you and we hope you like this chapter. XOXO! Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Violet and Sutan bonded, Courtney made a new friend, and the final preparations for Fashion Week occured.

This Chapter: Welcome to Fashion Week.

***

Trixie loved Fashion Week, loved all the inspiration and all of the interesting people, but the long lines, the incredibly skinny models and the general chaos were some of his least favorite things.

(He also never had high hopes for Europe, but Fame had talked about him potentially skipping Paris, which meant he would at least escape the French.)

“Baby, your car is here!”

“Coming!” Trixie grabbed his phone, wallet and a pair of sunglasses before he left the room he shared with Katya, ready to face the day. It was early morning, but Fame had asked him to swing by her house so she could check his outfit in person before the day started.

Katya was standing by the door, a bright smile on her face as she held out a backpack to him.

“… What’s that?”

“It’s your backpack, silly!” Katya laughed, rolling her eyes. The backpack was a stylish black one, but as soon as Katya opened it, an explosion of color appeared.

“I packed your camera, your powerbank, a few of your business cards and some snacks, just in case you get hungry.”

“You’re like my mom,” Trixie blushed, equally parts ashamed and happy with Katya. “But like… cool.”

“You always know what to say to a girl.” Katya laughed and helped Trixie put the backpack on. “Now go, unless you want to be late!”

“I love you.” Trixie smiled, unable to actually understand how he had managed to get a girl as amazing as Katya.

“I love you too, sugarbutt.”

***

SUTAN: Hey lovely eyes, what shows are you catching today?

VIOLET: You’re texting like I won’t be sitting outside waiting for Fame.

VIOLET: She’s doing Vera this afternoon

SUTAN: Do you want to go inside?

VIOLET: Can you do that?

SUTAN: I’ve been known to work magic ;)

VIOLET: Don’t tempt me. I have work.

SUTAN: It’s Fashion Week baby, let loose and have fun!

VIOLET: I’ll take it into consideration.

SUTAN: Call me if you figure something out. I’m sure the models can handle themselves ;)

VIOLET: High hopes

SUTAN: You being snarky is a lot less fun when I can’t kiss you

***

Pearl stumbled through Lincoln Center, more than a little hungover. Luckily, she’d run into an old hookup when she’d arrived--a stylist who happily loaned her a Chanel dress in exchange for a few minutes of breathless fun, and Pearl had never been one to say no to something that paid off.

She didn’t feel her best, but she looked damn amazing, which was really all that mattered.

Pearl scanned the crowd, looking for interesting people to stop, maybe even talk to for Galactica’s new youtube channel. Her eyes lit up at a cute little pink-haired girl bouncing along in a Galactica skirt suit that fit her like a glove, and it took her a few moments to register that she actually knew the girl.

“Courtney!” she called, and Courtney stopped and turned towards her. She was wearing a messenger bag and holding a large to-go cup of coffee, phone clutched in her other hand and notebook tucked under her arm.

“Oh...hi, Pearl.” Courtney smiled brightly, her energy betraying the fact that she was clearly a newbie, Fashion Week not yet destroying her soul.

“You look great!” Pearl said, and Courtney’s smile grew even bigger, lashes fluttering coyly. “Spin around.”

Courtney twirled, giggling.

“Can I take a picture for our Insta? You know, of how to wear Galactica flawlessly?” Pearl asked. She figured that it didn’t hurt to really pile on the compliments, seeing as how Courtney bloomed like a rose with any praise.

“Sure!” Courtney exclaimed, and then a worried look flashed across her face. “Or...well, maybe not this second. Miss Fame is waiting and I have to get this to her while it’s hot-”

“Right, of course, but this is also work business, yeah? Please,” Pearl gave her signature pouty look, the one she knew that no one could resist.

“Well...okay. If we’re really quick.” Courtney gestured to everything in her hands. “What should I do with this stuff?”

“Keep it! It’s part of the whole effect. And um, pretend you’re talking on the phone.”

Courtney tucked the phone between her ear and shoulder, posing. She’d clearly done this in the mirror many times, giving Pearl sexy angles right away. Adorable.

“Yaaas! Omigod, administrative realness. This is great!” Pearl snapped a few photos, and then thanked her. “Okay, I’ll let you go now, but tell me your Instagram handle so I can tag you.”

“Courtney Act Jenek. J - E - N - E - K.”

It took Pearl a moment to register, but then she began to laugh.

“Wait, hold up. Courtney Act? Are you serious?”

“It’s my middle name. My parents love puns,” Courtney said with an apologetic shrug.

“That’s fucking silly, girl. Love it,” Pearl said, shaking her head. “Okay, found you. You’re free to go now!”

“Bye Pearl! See you later!” Courtney called, dashing off with that spring still in her step. Pearl shook her head. Ahh, new kids. So full of hope.

***

“Raven! Raven over here!”

Raven smiled as she pulled her sunglasses down, allowing the crowd of paparazzi to get a glimpse of her eyes. She turned, allowing the cameras to get a photo of her back too, her ass looking downright amazing in her tight skirt. Raven was long past the days of hanging out outside of major shows for an ounce of media attention, but she wasn’t above letting the street style photographers and the paparazzi get a picture of her outfit if she looked good.

“Who are you wearing?”

“Galactica of course!” Raven ran a hand through her hair, making sure the black locks cascaded in just the right way.

“And that’s enough, princess.” Raven looked up at her fiancée, Raja watching her with a smile, the blue power suit sinfully sexy.

Raja had taken forever to leave the car, her fiancée emailing someone about something that Raven didn’t care about. She knew Raja just wanted to get to the show, that she just wanted to take her seat and watch the Calvin Klein show, but Raven was never one to miss an opportunity for good pictures.

“For me?” Raven snuck her arm under Raja’s, pulling on her elbow, and with an exasperated groan, Raja posed for the cameras, the two of them standing side by side like the true power couple they were.

***

“Ouch! What the fuck bitch, don’t punch me!”

Bianca rolled her eyes; she had merely elbowed her sister in the side, trying to get her attention. The two of them were sitting in the front row, waiting for the Calvin Klein show to start.

Bianca took off her sunglasses and used them to point across the room, flashing a dimpled smile at the paparazzi, who went insane the minute she took off her shades.

“Who’s that with Fame?” Bianca pointed, “Isn’t that your friend?” She vaguely recognized the girl, who was handing Fame a Starbucks cup.

“Oh yeah! That’s Courtney!”

Adore waved enthusiastically at Courtney, unfortunately not catching her attention as she made her way to her own seat in the back row, far away from both of them and Fame.

“Right. What’s she doing here?”

“She’s Fame’s new assistant. I helped her get the interview,” Adore said proudly. “Do you like her hair? I totally colored it yesterday!”

The girl in question had hair tinted rose-gold and pinned up in a chignon, and was wearing a deeper pink bouclé skirt suit that Bianca recognized from Galactica’s 2013 collection. Bianca had met her a few times, she supposed, but must have brushed her off as just a random college kid, one of her baby sister’s many friends. Now though, seeing her all dolled up with chic, mature styling...Bianca found herself thoroughly enchanted.

“Yeah, it’s cute,” Bianca said benignly. How was it possible that she’d never noticed how absolutely stunning Adore’s best friend was? And Bianca was no stranger to beautiful girls--she was editor in chief of a fashion magazine, for Christ’s sake. But this one had the kind of face that made Bianca feel pain in her chest. Bianca forced her eyes away to tease, “Definitely better than yours.”

“Fuck off!” Adore laughed, as Bianca gave her newly purple locks a playful tug. “I look fucking cool and you know it.”

She did look great, actually. The rich, dark purple suited her complexion much better than the fading green she’d covered up, and made her blue eyes pop even more. And best of all, today she’d actually made an effort to style it--as well as wearing tights without a single rip. But Bianca wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of knowing how proud she was, slipping her sunglasses back on with a haughty shrug.

“If you say so…” The dimples gave her away, though, and Adore giggled, kissing her cheek and then leaning a head on her shoulder.

As the show began, Bianca found her eyes being pulled back in Courtney’s direction, taking in the star-struck awe of her expression as the models strutted down the runway. Her enthusiasm was refreshing and charming, and by the time the show was over, Bianca realized she had spent more time enjoying her gorgeous, dreamy-eyed face than she had judging the clothes.

***

Courtney sat in the car, positively vibrating with excitement. Even if she had only seen the show from the back row, it had been amazing. The lights, the music, the girls and the clothes coming together. And, equally thrilling: Miss Fame had not snapped at her or rolled her eyes at her once all morning. In fact, when she’d left her to get into her own car to go to lunch, Courtney could have sworn that she almost had a smile on her face.

All of it had seemed like a dream, a perfect dream. Courtney was determined; she could do her job, she could be a fashion girl, and with her new clothes and amazing hair, she would kick all the ass.

Courtney was pulled out of her thoughts when the car door opened and Violet slid in besides her.

“Thank god, I thought I would never find the car! I always forget how crazy it is at Lincoln Center.” Violet didn’t even look at Courtney as she talked, her concentration on her wallet as she pulled out a 20 and handed it to the driver. “Get us to Bryant Park, and then you can get yourself lunch.”

“Yes Miss.” The driver smiled at Violet, quickly snatching the 20 dollars from her hand as he pulled out from the curb.

“Has everything gone well so far? Did Fame make it to the show? Did you like it?”

Violet was still roaming around in her bag, not giving Courtney time to answer her before she pulled out several food items.

“I got you that green juice, and a protein bar. I hope you like peanut butter because that’s all they-”

Violet looked up for the first time since she got in the car, horror filling her face and a loud scream leaving her lips, dropping the juice on the floor.

“What have you done to your hair!?”

Courtney felt dread fill her entire body. It had seemed like such a good idea yesterday. Adore told her it looked “bitchin,” both her mum and brother had loved it on Facebook, and even Pearl had gushed earlier about how cute she looked.

“I...I dyed it?”

"Yes, I can see that.” Violet was so clearly trying not to panic. She reached out, grabbing a strand and running it through her fingers. “Is it permanent?!" Violet held the hair up.

"No, I thought-" Courtney swallowed.

"Oh thank god." Violet released the hair, and Courtney sat up. She crossed her arms, leaning back in her seat and closed her eyes, clearly taking deep breaths through her nose, her nails digging into her upper arm. "Good.”

Courtney bit her lip.

Violet looked angry, and maybe she should have given her a heads-up.

“I...I just thought that it would look cute with all the stuff Ivy picked out for me this week. There’s...a lot of pink. And people seem to like it-” Courtney twirled nervously on a lock of hair that had escaped her updo. She considered mentioning the photo Pearl took this morning, but decided against it.

"Could you not talk please?" Violet asked, eyes still closed, everything about her radiating anger.

“Okay.” Courtney swallowed, sitting back uncomfortably, ready to suffer through the rest of the ride in silence. So much for her kick-ass day.

***

“She dyed her hair, Ivy.”

Ivy had to hide a smile. Violet was whispering, but she could feel how upset she was, the two of them standing at the very back of a show, the runway so far away they could barely see the models.

“Well,” Ivy shrugged. “I think it looks good.” Courtney did look amazing, the pink light and fun and very trendy.

“That’s not the point,” Violet hissed, and Ivy actually turned her head slightly, watching Violet out of the corner of her eyes. “She made that decision without consulting anyone-”

“Nothing happened.”

“I don’t understand why you don’t understand-” Violet took a deep breath through her nose. “When I picked a coral nail polish, Fame sent my right back to the manicurist--”

“But Violet,” Ivy reasoned, “Coral is an actual human atrocity.”

She had hoped the joke would lighten the mood, but Violet blushed instead, and surprisingly, she continued talking.

“--in the middle of the day! I had to work nights for an entire week to reschedule and catch-”

Ivy could clearly see how anxious Violet was, wound tight as a top. It reminded her of when she’d first started, over a year ago, no training or procedures or anything in place from her predecessor, but if possible this seemed even worse. It had taken less than a month before the girl became robotically efficient at her job, no one ever seeing her sweat--one of the best assistants Ivy had ever worked with. But now, ever since Courtney started, Ivy noticed that cool confidence faltering. She wondered why--Courtney seemed perfectly capable to her, if a little overwhelmed, but an extra set of hands was an extra set of hands. She wasn’t sure why Violet was finding it so difficult to handle having her in the office. She wished there was something she could do to ease her tension.

“But,” Ivy placed a hand on Violet’s arm. “Fame likes Courtney’s hair, so try not to worry about it, okay?”

Violet sighed, her teeth sinking into her pink lip as she leaned back against the wall, her fingers tight on her skirt.

***

Max felt an arm sneak around his waist, distracting him from the girl he was just about to chase down to get a picture of. He turned around and smiled when he saw who it was.

“So do you like the new camera I got you, sweetheart?”

“Hey Miss.”

“Have you found anything interesting?”

Fame smiled, looking up at Max. Even with heels, Fame barely made it to Max’s shoulder.

“I think I got some pretty good shots, do you want to see them?”

“I’d love that, darling.”

Max and Fame quickly found a seat in a nearby VIP lounge where Max got a drink for each of them. Fame lazily sipped on her glass of rosé as Max showed her the pictures he had taken so far that day.

“How has your day been?” Max put away his camera, watching the other partygoers out of the corner of his eye, looking for anything and anyone interesting.

“Well enough I suppose, for the first day of course.” Fame took a sip of her drink, enjoying the fact that she could spend a few quiet moments with Max.

***

Violet took a deep breath, the evening air fresh for New York. The 30 minute wait period had passed, Fame not reaching out to her to demand anything, so Violet had to assume that Fame had everything she needed.

She had released Courtney early, the other so happy she got to go home after a long day of standing around in heels, trying her best to look pretty, stay out of the way, and be useful.

For a lot of people, Fashion Week was all glitz and glamor, the whole thing a desperate dash to be seen in as many places as possible, to be the most important, the most fashionable, the most beautiful.

For Violet though, she couldn’t wait to go home, close the door and take a long shower.

Every time she saw that stupid pink hair, she was reminded of what terrible decisions the other girl made, constantly, how she was not to be trusted, how if Violet wanted her promotion, she had better be on top of things 24/7 to guarantee that Courtney was ready to take over the office.

Ivy didn’t seem to see the problem, which had only made Violet feel worse, disaster right around the corner, and she was apparently the only one knowing it was on the horizon.

She had clearly been too soft with Courtney, but that ended now.

No more friendly, easy-going coworker.

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little-bloodied-angel · 5 years ago

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Kuroshitsuji Heathers The Musical AU

I've been turning this over in my head for ages, because I had to change up the color scheme, and some situations, and figure out who was who but I think I got it.

Veronica: Grell. At the beginning she would be wearing the butler-style brown plain clothes and low ponytail so nobody notices her red hair much. After the makeover, she wears an off-the-shoulder thin red sweater with a belt at the waist, black ruffly miniskirt, black thigh-highs and her booties, as well as makeup. She wears a high ponytail now, with the red tartan bow she's sporting in that Top Six illustration.

The Heathers:

McNamara would be Lizzie, and she would keep the yellow color scheme. I think being captain cheerleader suits her bubbly personality, as well as being the one who really doesn't want to be so awful in the end.

Duke would be a cis female Alois. (Aloysia?) She'd either keep the green color scheme or I'd switch it to purple, depending on if I'm going off Alois's original waistcoat or his jacket. The "mom who paid for implants" would be Hannah. I had doubts as to who Duke would be, but Alois's jealousy of Ciel, his maltreatment from him, his wish to take his place, and his capacity to go full bitch if pissed made me go for him.

Obviously Chandler would be a cis female Ciel (Cielle?). I switched her color scheme around with Veronica's, because while red might have looked good potentially on Ciel, Grelle would never in her life parade around in blue, and it suits Ciel more anyway. Her signature item is not the red scrunchie but a sapphire neck brooch, going off from Ciel's ring, and she wears the highest heels. When Grell kills her, Alois steals the brooch just like he wanted to do with the ring in the anime. Also, "Cielle's" hairstyle would be Robin's pigtails.

Eric would be Kurt and Ronnie would be Ram, if only because they are the only characters I can see turning into jocks. I was going to do it the other way around and have Alan be Martha and Eric Ram, but for the life of me I can't make Slingphries unrequited, so rarepair time it is.

Othello would be Martha. Instead of mocking him for being fat, they do because he's a skinny, feminine little twig with big glasses, weird clothes and nerdy interests. I've definitely seen him fit well as a cute bff for Grell. Rarepair that probably only I ship would be his crush on Ronnie, but we all know how that ends here anyways. The only thing that doesn't much fit is him having been friends with Lizzie before and becoming friends with her again.

Of course JD is Sebastian. Will's waaaay too much of a square to pull it off. It's Sebastian's more cool demonic side smeared in eyeliner and with ear piercings, plus he's read Baudelaire and wears all black. Plus, this whole AU spawned in my head after a convo on a fic with the writer. In the fic, Grell mentions that if she wasn't a Reaper, she'd be a Brodway actress/dancer, and Sebastian is Very Interested. Plus, like I told the author, I'd pay good money to see Dead Girl Walking animated as SebaGrell. His dad is Claude.

Oh, and Grell tries not to call too much attention to herself in the beginning because she's a stealth trans girl, even though she was gender non-conforming as a child and is on HRT, she's terrified of anyone finding out she's trans. Cielle finds out during the makeover and that's what she threatens to ruin Grell's life with after she defends Othello at the homecoming party. Cue DGW, lol. In this case the pill that the song mentions would be estrogen because I'm very funny.

@grelleswife @mewmewatlantis you guys tell me what you think!

No clowning about Grell's gender on this post. You have your views I have mine.

#kuroshitsuji #grell sutcliff #sebagrell #trans grell sutcliff #trans girl #transphobia #heathers #heathers the musical #musical au #othello #ronald knox #eric slingby #lizzy midford #ciel phantomhive #alois trancy #claude faustus #sebastian michaelis #hannah annafellows #dead girl walking

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mydairpercabeth · 5 years ago

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STOP TELLING ME VERONICA ISNT BI WHEN THE COLOR CODING IS LITERALLY SHOWING US SHE IS BI

1x07 | 4x11

#its literally pink purple and blue #and veronicas signature colors are pink purple and blue #and she only associates with the gays now #veronica lodge #josie mccoy #cheryl blossom #kevin keller

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briospa · 5 years ago

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magicalbuffalotransformerman · 3 years ago

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One of G.A. Veronica's Run-Ins with C. Blood

[welcome to the skeld, population 7 stranger amoguses, ms. veronica and something in the vents. enjoy.]

[Everyone awakes. 8 differently-colored spacesuits crawl out of 8 separate beds in the Medbay, consisting of Purple (our ms. Veronica), Brown, Pink, Green, Lime, Yellow, Orange and Black. There's been some clanging in the vents over-'night', and Black in particular is paranoid about it.]

Black: Uhm... guys? Who's been in the vents recently?

Green: i am not in the mood to go searching in the vents. how's the ship?

Veronica: Scans show that the ship's been damaged overnight by an unknown source, likely whatever's in the vents.

Yellow: wonderful observation!

[Pink is peering into a vent.]

Pink: uhm... hey, has anyone ordered a smiley face in the vents?

Veronica: ...A smiley face?

Orange: Pink, please get away from that vent.

Pink: Wh-

[Pink is yoinked into the vent, and the vent closes with aggression.]

Orange: PINK???

Veronica: What the hell?

Black: Jesus Christ! Is there an Impostor in the vents?!

Yellow: seems like it, unfortunately.

[Lime leaves the Medbay. Black follows so that they don't get hurt.]

Veronica: I hope nothing else bad happens. Everyone, go find something to fix.

Green: since when were you the boss?

Veronica: Since when did we have a boss?

Green: ...yeah, alright. i'll deal with the electrical issues. [He leaves.]

Yellow: i've got the chutes and o2 stuff! [He leaves.]

Orange: I'm gonna stay in here. I don't want the vents to eat anyone else.

Veronica: Alright, thanks. I'll go deal with the Reactor 'n' Engines.

Orange: Don't get eaten!

Veronica: I'll try my best. [She leaves.]

Brown: ...I guess I was just ignored, then.

Orange: Yeah. Don't get eaten.

Brown: I'll be fine. Going to Storage and Comms.

[Orange is left in the Medbay. Pink's helmet is spat out of the vent, unsettling Orange.]

Brown: Hmm... uploads and downloads, with some extra cables around the ship. I always sucked at doing those easily. [He starts with the first of three downloads.]

[Something rustles in the Comms vents.]

Veronica: Hey, Black.

Black: Hi... How're your tasks going?

Veronica: They're going well. Where's Lime?

Black: Lime is over at Navigations. Could you go check Electrical and see if Green's okay?

Veronica: Yeah, don't worry. Just... have to... [Beep! The Reactor is online.] Yeah! I'll be off now. Seeya. [She pats Black on the back and heads to Electrical.]

Black: ...uhm. Okay... [He heads to Shields, unknowing of his fate following him closely.]

Brown: ...eugh, my mind is melting... Oh, the downloads are done. Cables in... Cafe. Cool- [The door abruptly locks itself closed, and the lights flicker.]

[Something vicious enters Communications.]

Brown, shakily: [He turns to whatever's behind him.] Wha... Who are you?

Blood: [Glitchy chuckle.]

[Blood slices through Brown's neck with his fingers, and kills him within a matter of seconds.]

Blood: [He counts on his fingers, chuckles to himself, and enters the vents, leaving Brown's corpse in the locker and his head in the microwave.]

[The door flies open, with a confused Black walking by.]

Black: Brown...?

[There's a blood splatter on the floor.]

Black: Oh no. Oh NO. [He runs for Shields, intending to complete the task there and get to Lime in Navigations before whatever's in the vents can.]

Green: hey, purple.

Veronica: Hey, Green. How's it going in here?

Green: it's going fine. doing some tedious bullshit, mainly. so many goddamn wires.

Veronica: I see. Well, I'll go check on Orange. See you later.

Green: mhm.

[Veronica heads for Medbay. A creep enters behind her and locks the door.]

Green: ...purple? why'd you lock the door, i'm still in here! purple!

[There's banging on the door from outside.]

[Blood's signature :) appears in the darkness.]

Green: oh shit. [he tries to defend himself with a wrench.]

[Green's wrench is wrenched from his hands, breaking both of them, and thrown into the vents to his right. Blood snaps destroys his neck by spinning it like a Beyblade. He brings Green's corpse with him into the vents.]

[The door opens.]

Veronica: Oh, no! Green! [There's no sign of Green.] Oh, bugger me! [She runs out of Electrical, to get to Medbay faster.]

Veronica: ORANGE!

Orange: Purple? What's going on?

Veronica: Green's gone, and Black just let me know that Brown's also dead.

Orange: Oh, shh.... That's not good.

Veronica: Here's a hammer. [She gives her a hammer.] Defend yourself. I'll check on you soon. [She leaves.]

Orange: ...Alright.

[Lime has a situation. Something wicked this way comes.]

Lime: ...?

Blood: [A wave.]

Lime: [A friendly wave. Lime continues doing their tasks.]

[Blood peers over Lime's shoulder, gazing at the dashboard underneath their fingers.]

[Lime leans their head on Blood.]

Blood: [:) -> ...<3.] [He wraps his arms around Lime, for the time being.]

[A scared-for-Lime's-life Black bursts through the door.]

Black: ...oh fuck. Uhm.

[Blood disappears.]

Black: Lime? Are you... are you alright?

Lime: [A thumbs up. They continue working.]

Black: ...Good. Alright. [He heads to Storage.]

Lime: ...[They shrug to themselves, going to do something else. Blood appears to have spared them at the moment.]

Veronica: Yellow!

Yellow: where's the impostor?

Veronica: I don't know, but that's not important right now. I need you to keep an eye on the vitals. Can you do that for me?

Yellow: yes, ma'am!

Veronica: Thank you, Yellow. I'll go see Orange again.

Yellow: alright. don't get lost. [She opens the Status Screen on her tablet. The menace peers in from behind the doorway.]

Orange: Hi, Black.

Black: Is everyone okay?

Orange: Green and Brown are dead, on account of Purple and you.

Black: Oh, no. Oh, I'm having a panic attack. I need to lay down.

Orange: Alright. Don't take too long, the Impostor might come by.

Veronica: Hey, guys.

Orange: Hi, Purple. Is Yellow fine?

Veronica: Yellow's fine.

Orange: Good. Let's all stay in here and not get murdered for a little bit.

Black: Good with me.

Veronica: Alright.

[A monster arrives from the right of the Navigations room entrance. Lime is still hard at work.]

[Blood seats Yellow's head next to Lime.]

Lime, curious: ?

[Blood points at the head, then at Lime, and leaves.]

Lime, confused: ??

[Seconds later, a paranoid Black enters the Navigations room, seeing Lime peering at Yellow's head.]

Black: ...lime?

Lime, frightened and panicking: [She pushes the head off of the dashboard, and gives Black the 'No Jazz Hands' hand wave, signifying that they're not the Impostor.]

Black: ...Alright. Sorry for scaring you, Lime. [He leaves.]

Lime: [They take a breath of fresh air, slouch down a bit, and continue working. Not for long.]

[Veronica and Orange are in trouble. Black has been killed on the way to Medbay, and Lime's fate is unknown. Something is coming for them next.]

Orange: Isn't Black supposed to be back here soon?

Veronica: ...yeah. Check the vitals.

Orange: Alright. [Orange checks the vitals, and is horrified to learn that only she and Veronica are alive, with the monster not even on the list entirely.] Oh, Christ! We're in trouble!

Veronica: Just calm down, we'll be fine.

[Orange shuffles closer to a vent.]

Orange: Something in the vents is killing us and your only response is "We'll be fine."?!

Veronica: We WILL be fine, Orange. Just kee-

[Before Veronica can finish, Orange's ankle is latched onto by a sharp hand and she is pulled into the vent, all in the matter of a second.]

Veronica: ORANGE!!

[The beast comes out of its den. The Medbay's doors are locked tight.]

Blood: [A sinister wave.]

Veronica: [She shakily holds a hammer to him, not knowing how to defend herself.]

Blood: [A sinister giggle.]

Veronica: [She's unsure why the visage infront of her isn't doing anything to her.]

[The Warning Lights blare brightly. Blood gives Veronica a note, a menacing wave and leaves through the vents, and eventually gets out of the ship entirely.]

[Veronica reads the note while running to the Navigations center.]

'We'll meet again in the future. :)'

[Veronica isn't sure what it means.]

#guardian angel veronica #captain blood #time for some backstory :)#enjoy reading this one #it's a long post indeed #nsfw: loads of murder #nsfw: swearing #nsfw: :)

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thesecretfandom · 7 years ago

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Bittersweet Goodbyes and New Beginnings -- Bughead

Words: 2,967

Rated: G

Summary: The day has finally come for them to say goodbye to Riverdale High and hello to the real world that awaits them. Betty and Jughead have big plans in New York City, but are Jughead's plans just a little bit bigger than expected?

A/N: The Core Four Graduation dream sequence got me in the mood for a graduation fic, so enjoy this little ditty following Betty on her graduation day. (Read on AO3)

"C'mon, V. The boys are here to pick us up." Betty sat on her windowsill, where she could see FP Jones' old truck in her driveway. Archie and Jughead were sitting on the hood, waiting for the girls to come down.

Veronica was sitting at Betty's vanity, where she'd been for the past two hours, applying makeup and doing her hair. Betty had brought an extra chair in from the kitchen so they could both share the mirror. However, Betty's makeup routine was much less elaborate than Veronica's. A simple line of eyeliner ended in an almost unnoticeable cat eye, a few swipes of mascara, and her favorite Pretty in Pink lipstick, the one she saved for special occasions.

Veronica, on the other hand, wore a full face of makeup. Foundation, contour, highlights… all the things that Betty never did unless Veronica did it for her, like she had for her first anniversary with Jughead. Betty had hated it, and Jughead complained about the makeup that she left on his pillowcase when they were…messing around that night.

"You can't rush perfection, B." Veronica responded as she finally pulled her Midnight Berry lipstick across her lips. The two girls were like Ying and Yang, black and white, fire and water… complete opposites. Betty in a baby blue dress with a lace overlay and bubblegum pink pumps and Veronica in a tight black, high-necked dress with a stiff peplum circling her center and nondescript black heeled booties.

Veronica glided over to the window and pulled up on the frame. She knelt over Betty as she stuck her head out the window and shouted to the two handsome boys waiting for them. "We'll be right down! Archie Andrews, if you get your pants dirty so help me God!" She pointed a stiff finger at her boyfriend… one that he'd gotten used to seeing over the years. It was a warning.

Betty laughed as Archie jumped of the hood of the truck, which she could tell Jughead had washed for the occasion. Veronica was already halfway out the door when Betty stood to follow her. Betty stumbled down the carpeted hallway in her heels, praying to God she wouldn't trip and fall as they walked down the center aisle of their high school gym that afternoon.

Archie opened the front door for Veronica, who pecked his cheek with her freshly colored lips. A dark purple stain was left on his freckled cheek. Veronica blushed.

"Oops, sorry Arch." She tugged a tissue from her purse and wiped the mark off his face.

Jughead waited by the driver's door. His body seemed to shrink behind the door as he watched the other's through the window. Betty raised an eyebrow curiously. Why was he acting weird?

Betty decided it must be the nerves. It had taken her some time to convince Jughead to actually show his face at their graduation ceremony. He'd wanted to skip out on it. After all, it was just a dumb ceremony where he would be forced to pretend he'd actually miss their high school and his classmates which, of course, he wouldn't. Jughead's words, not hers.

"You look nice, Jug." Betty smiled sweetly as she stepped up to her boyfriend. She opened her arms to him and tried pulling him into a hug.

Jughead fidgeted under her touch, his hands landing on her shoulders. He pushed the girl's body back slightly and bent down so his lips grazed hers. They might've stayed that way forever, his arms on her shoulders, hers on his hips, and lips pressing together softly, if not for their other two friends waiting for them.

"Get a room, you two." Veronica sighed. "Wait, scratch that…you two would actually get a room."

Jughead smiled at the memory. Betty had thrown him yet another birthday party when he turned eighteen, but only because he'd agreed to it, and on the grounds that the party be at FP's trailer. At least that way he could keep uninvited guests away. Cheryl, Reggie… the rest of the football team and the River Vixens? They wouldn't be caught dead in a trailer park on the Southside.

Over time, Betty had taught Jughead to love his birthday. More importantly, she'd told him where they would go after the party was over. Betty and Jughead had been all over each other pretty early that night, the booze loosening Betty's lips as she crawled all over her boyfriend. Lips on his neck as the music blasted around them.

Archie and Veronica had stumbled into the kitchen looking for food, when they found Betty sitting on the countertop with Jughead pressing her against the cabinets as his lips wandered over the bare skin of her neck and shoulders

"Get a room." Veronica had said. They did just that.

Jughead was so caught up in his memory he didn't even remember sliding into the driver's seat. The truck's cab was small, only meant for three people, only comfortable for two, and currently holding four. Veronica was practically sitting in Archie's lap and Betty was scrunched in next to him.

"Seatbelts?" Jughead said, which garnered a lot of glares.

It was a short drive to the high school, and the student parking lot was already filled with the cars of their classmates and teachers. All but one space was filled, marked with a sign for the student body president.

The presidential parking spot was instigated by none other than Cheryl Blossom, who'd somehow manipulated her way into a position of power. She'd also instituted senior parking privileges. Jughead hated to admit it, but Cheryl had done some good work in her time.

The truck grumbled to a stop and the four friends piled out of the cab like clowns in a miniature car. Betty and Veronica linked arms as they walked headlong into their high school for the last time.

Archie looped his arm in Jughead's, mimicking the girls in from of them, but didn't garner the reaction he wanted. Normally Jughead would pull away from him or at least laugh, but today his eyes were slightly glazed over and he was hardly speaking.

"You okay, Jug?" Archie clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder.

Jughead blinked a couple of times, his eyebrows knit together in thought. "Just… just nervous is all."

"Yeah, me too."

The cafeteria was full of students pulling royal blue robes over their shoulders. Everyone begrudgingly pulling their caps over meticulously styled hair. Jughead was limited in a different way. He knew he wouldn't be allowed to wear his beanie for this occasion, and he was glad that he would have a different cap to disguise his perpetual hat hair. Regardless, he hesitated to remove his beanie. He was more comfortable with it on, and everything about this day was entirely uncomfortable.

Betty adjusted his tie as they waited to be called into the gymnasium. When Principal Weatherby finally came to retrieve the senior class Betty held out her hand expectantly. Jughead slid his hand into hers, assuming that was what she was expecting.

"Jughead…" She had to speak loudly over the pandemonium of teenagers filing toward the door. "The hat."

Betty nodded toward his beanie and Jughead pulled the piece of cloth from his head sadly and handed it to his girlfriend. She, in turn, handed over the cap that Jughead had drawn a crown on with black sharpie.

"You ready?" Betty asked.

Jughead's breath caught in his throat as Betty tried wrapping her arms around him. He thrust his hands into his pockets, and Betty scrunched her nose up at him. She was annoyed, he could tell, that he wasn't reciprocating any of her touches today, but she would understand.

"Okay, sourpuss." She backed away slightly, just to give him the space that he apparently needed today. "Get your hands out of your pockets and I'll zip you up."

Jughead looked so handsome and grown up with his tie poking out just above the robe he was wearing. His hair was poking out under his cap in much the same way that it did under his beanie, and Betty adored that little curl. Jughead would often be caught fiddling with that piece of hair that was always falling in his face.

"See you after?" Betty leaned up to give Jughead a quick kiss on the lips.

Jughead tried to smile, but it came out in more of a grimace. "Yeah, after… right."

Betty slid through the crowd to her spot in the line toward the front. Cheryl was already standing at her spot, right next to Betty. Having last names back to back in the alphabet put them right next to each other.

"Ah, the bittersweet goodbye." Cheryl crooned, her voice a sweet as maple syrup. She looped her arm through Betty's as the doors into the gymnasium swung open. "I will miss you Betty Cooper."

Cheryl had never said anything so nice to her before. It was slightly disconcerting, but because this was the last time they'd have to interact she decided to ignore the out of character announcement.

"I'll miss you too Cheryl."

Cheryl offered her a close-lipped smile, signature Cheryl Blossom red lips contrasted beautifully with her royal blue robes. Betty vaguely recalled Cheryl campaigning to be allowed to wear an all red cap and gown to 'set her apart as the president,' but the school had declined.

All of a sudden the school band started playing Pomp and Circumstance, and Archie , being at the front of the line, led the way for the rest of their class to follow. Betty quickly glanced behind her, where Jughead stood just next to Kevin. She raised her eyebrows at them as if to say, 'This is it." And then she was following alongside Cheryl to their chairs at the front of the gym.

Their seats lined up in the most perfect way, so that Kevin and Jughead took their seats just behind where Betty sat. It wasn't as good as having Jughead right next to her, but it was good enough.

Principal Weatherby spoke first, welcoming the parents, friends, and families of the graduates. This was followed by a speech by Mayor McCoy. The salutatorian and valedictorian were also required to give speeches. Betty still wasn't sure how Cheryl had managed to keep a 4.0 even during all the issues that befell her during their sophomore year, but Betty was just as happy with her 3.98 GPA, which meant she had to make her way to the stage.

Deep breaths, she reminded herself, deep breaths. Her speech was sitting on the podium when she walked up the set of temporary steps to the stage. Betty hadn't spoken in front of so many people since the mayor's jubilee over two years ago. She was nervous, so she made eye contact with Jughead; he was always able to keep her calm.

"I want to start off by thanking all of you for coming. To our families, thank you for making us the people we are today and for supporting us during this trial run at life, preparing us for the real world. To our friends, thank you for being the second family we never knew we needed, for understanding us in ways that our families couldn't."

"I have a few very important people that I need to thank personally. My parents, who have made me strong and prepared me for the craziness of the real world. To Polly and the kids, you inspire me every day. To me, you three are the perfect family and I want something like that one day. Archie and Kevin, for being two of my best friends for as long as I can remember. You've always taught be to go after the important things in life and to only settle for the best. To Veronica, for being the friend I never knew I needed, who showed up exactly when I needed her and provided a female perspective on life that I'd never experienced before."

"Finally, I want to thank Jughead. You're always there for me. You support me through all my crazy ideas and love me even when I'm angry. You make me want to do better, to work hard… to make my dreams come true. Thank you… from the bottom of my heart, thank you."

Betty finished off her speech with some crap she'd written about missing her classmates, her teachers, and the town, though she didn't mean any of it. Of course, she'd come home to visit, but she and Jughead were both headed to New York City for school, where they'd share similar classes, Betty majoring in journalism and Jughead double majoring in creative and non-fiction writing. She'd have everything she needed in New York, in the small studio apartment she and Jughead had signed a lease for just last week.

The applause from the audience was forced, but that was to be expected at an event like this. Cheryl passed Betty on the stairs as she took the stage and Betty hurried back to her seat, heart racing. Jughead placed a hand on her shoulder and she immediately calmed. She will never fully understand how Jughead's hand on her shoulder always made her feel better.

She zoned out during Cheryl's speech, which was far too long, and only began focusing on the ceremony again when their row was dismissed to walk to the stage and receive their diplomas.

"Archibald Andrews."

Archie walked across the stage, receiving his diploma from the principal and shaking hands with him, the mayor, the and the superintendant. Cheryl marched confidently across the stage, blowing a kiss to the audience.

"Elizabeth Cooper." Kevin cheered for her as she walked across the stage, while Jughead sat smiling and clapping; silently supporting her.

Betty was already back in her seat when Jughead was set to walk across the stage.

"Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Third." Jughead's given name garnered laughs from the audience, some of whom didn't realize that the other name he went by might be just as laughable.

The ceremony was coming to a close as the last members of the class returned to their seat. There was, however, one last little thing to close off the event. Every year at the end of the graduation ceremony they showed a slideshow containing pictures and a chosen senior quote for each student.

It wouldn't be winning any awards, that was for sure. Just a simple slideshow, with no transitions, and a song overlaid in the background. It was unremarkable, really, but Betty was excited to see what quote Jughead had chosen. He had refused to tell her beforehand, no matter how much she begged. Surely it was something really deep from one of his favorite movies.

When his face finally appeared on the screen Betty's stomach dropped, her heart raced, and her cheeks flamed red. There, written in italics under Jughead's ridiculously long name, was something that Betty would have never seen coming.

'Betty Cooper, will you marry me?'

She spun around in her chair so quickly she could have gotten whiplash. Jughead was kneeling on the floor behind her, ignoring the stares from his classmates and the rest of the audience. He only had eyes for Betty, and his heart pounded as he waited for a response. Maybe this was the wrong way to do this, he should have done it in private. A million thoughts were running through his mind even as Betty crawled over her chair and into Jughead's arms.

Her lips crashed against his and she was glad that he was finally hugging her back. Something hard was pressing into her back as she hugged her, and she finally made the decision to pull away. Jughead pulled his hands back in front of him, where he held open a small velvet box. Inside sat a simple silver band with a gem placed elegantly on top.

"It's white sapphire." Jughead said. "I'll get you a diamond, I promise, I just need to save up a bit more."

Tears were falling softly down Betty's pink cheeks. "I don't want a diamond, this is perfect."

The smile on Jughead's face threatened to split open his cheeks. He'd never been so happy in his life. "Is that a yes?"

Betty nodded, unable to even form words at that moment. Jughead slid the ring onto her finger and kissed her again. Their classmates were still staring, even as they were dismissed and began filing out of their seats.

"I think we should probably run away." Jughead whispered to her.

"Why?"

"I think your mom might be ready to murder me."

Betty glanced behind Jughead, where her mom had found a seat pretty close to the front. She had the same look of rage she'd had when Betty had stayed over with Jughead in FP's trailer and returned home with a hickey on her neck.

"You're right," Betty said. "Let's run."

Betty and Jughead jumped from the ground and Jughead grabbed his girlfr- his fiancé's hand. But Betty couldn't run in her heels. Instead, Jughead bent his knees so Betty could hop on his back. He piggybacked her out of the gym and out the front doors of the school, where their classmates were lined up waiting for their families.

Jughead ran them past their friends, amidst cheers for the couple, and Jughead didn't stop until they'd ran back to the solitude of the parking lot, where he finally set Betty down on the hood of his dad's truck.

"You are something else Jughead." Betty fiddled with the hair at the back of his neck. "But I love you for it."

"I love you too, Betts." He placed a soft kiss to her lips. "Always have and always will."

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this little thing I threw together. I really enjoyed writing it! Leave a comment or send me a message to let me know what you think and if I should write more fluffy little one shots.

#bughead fanfic #bughead fanfiction #riverdale fanfiction #bughead proposal #bughead #riverdale fanfic #betty x jughead #betty cooper #jughead jones #riverdale #edit

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pasteladins · 7 years ago

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Worst Case Scenario (1/2)

Pairings: Kiralfonse F/M

Summary: There is always a possibility of Kiran getting injured on the battlefield.

The shrill sound of clashing metal could be heard throughout the battlefield as Askran forces fought off an Emblian onslaught. The current skirmish was all due to an ambush led by their commander, Xander, as he attempted to overwhelm and take over an Askran fort. The crowned prince slashed his way through Askran soldiers as if they were nothing. His legendary sword, Siegfred, glowed its unsettling purple aura as it countered enemies from close range and from afar.

Despite the chaos unfolding on the battlefield, the Askran’s tactician, Kiran, stood her ground as she called out orders for the heroes. Without her guidance, the army may have ended up in a full state of panic. The summoner checked each area of the battlefield before creating new strategies in her head.

After being summoned here almost nine months ago, Kiran had gradually gained the confidence to lead the growing army of Askr against Embla. Despite her lack of experience, the summoner did her best to assist the kingdom in any way she could. This was definitely appreciated by the Askran royals, as well as their commander. The sudden appearance of Kiran led to rise in victories and morale.

However, even with her huge success as a tactician, Kiran had a major weakness -- she could not fight in battle. The summoner would have to enter each and every battle weaponless and only hope that she would come out of the skirmish alive. Although many of the heroes would not hesitate to protect the summoner, the risk for a fatal injury was still a possibility. This truly unnerved everyone in the Order, but not as much as the Askran prince.

No matter how much Alfonse fought against it, he slowly began to establish a close relationship with the tactician. They grew close as time went on, and Alfonse could no longer control the growing feelings he had for Kiran. Eventually, the two became an item because of this, an event that neither of which had seen coming.

Now, Kiran meant the world to Alfonse, and losing her would be crippling to both him and the army. This is why the royal made sure to place himself close to Kiran in case any Emblian soldier would strike her down. His trusted Folkvangr glimmered against the moonlight despite the stains of blood coating its blinding metal. The precious stones glowed a beautiful white light as he brought it down onto another solider, slowly dwindling the enemy army’s numbers with little effort.

“Let me through!!” He triumphantly yelled, knocking down a pair of axe wielders as he progressed through the enemy’s front lines. He had become so focused on defeating the soldiers in front of him, that Alfonse had wandered far away from Kiran.

The summoner had her own issues, and she was too focused on assisting Lyn and Hector with the oncoming raid of archers to notice that the prince had run off. She frantically waved her gloved hand to call on the mages Robin and Henry for assistance on the battlefield. Although the area was covered in trees and different vegetation, the two mages were able to spot their tactician, her white and gold cloak contrasting with the dark colors of the night. When Henry and Robin gained the upper hand in the battle against the archers, Kiran thought it would be appropriate to leave, eager to help out the other areas of the battlefield.

For the most part, the battle had been under Askran control. After what seemed like an eternity, Xander called for a hasty retreat, lest they risk losing more soldiers. As the Emblian soldiers ran off, the Order of Heroes let out a triumphant cheer for successfully defending their fort. All that needed to be done now was to asses the damage as healers ran across the battlefield, ready to help those who were injured.

Alfonse sheathed his trusty Folkvangr back into his scabbard, silently reminding himself to clean it after all of this was over. He then looked over his shoulder, expecting Kiran to come running up to check on him. It was something she tended to do, just as he would fuss about her own health, Kiran would dote on the Askran royal -- especially after battles. Her lips would form a pout as she would assess any injuries and would profusely apologize if she had sent him off on a particularly risky area.

He frowned deeply when he noticed that Kiran was not there, his heart skipping into a quickened beat. Alfonse felt something was amiss as he scanned the battlefield for his trusted partner. It was when he heard the voice of the Exalted Lucina that caused his worries to increase tenfold.

“Has anyone seen Lady Kiran?”

Hushed whispers came from all directions as everyone felt the air grow with tension. Where was their tactician? Had she been kidnapped by the enemy? Or maybe worse…?

Commander Anna spoke above the anxious whispers, her own voice strong enough to travel across the former battlefield. “Everyone, split up and look for Kiran! Palla, Catria, Est, please, fly above to see if you spot her.”

Without hesitation, the entire army went out in groups to look for Kiran. Alfonse and Sharena went together -- the siblings did work best after all.

The prince scanned the area, desperately hoping to spot her signature cloak covering her unharmed form, but all he could see was the vegetation -- it seemed almost supernatural. “Kiran! Can you hear us?”

“Kiran!!” Sharena yelled, gripping Fensalir tightly gripped in her hands. The frown she currently had on her face deepened when she received no answer. “Oh brother, do you think she’s alright?”

Alfonse did his best to not give into his worst fears, but for every minute that they could not find Kiran, he felt himself slowly losing his willpower. Despite his doubts eating away at his mind, the prince would not allow his pessimistic outlook to affect his sister, so he gave her the best reassurance he could offer.

“I’m sure she’s alright Sharena. Most likely, Kiran hid from an enemy soldier after the battle, and is currently waiting for one of us to find her.”

“I hope so… I’m just so worried.” The frown on Sharena’s face did not disappear as she continued their search, and Alfonse felt his chest tightened, his failure to appease his sister only made his own fears grow. At this point, he couldn't even believe his own words.

If the Emblian forces took her, there is no telling what Veronica might do to her. She would look past the obvious advantage of having the legendary Breidablik-wielder at her disposal and would instead kill Kiran on the spot. The mere thought was enough to twist the prince’s stomach.

“Kiran? Kiran!!” His calls echoed through the forest only to be replied with the voices of various heroes in the army looking for the summoner. At this point, their search looked to have dismal results.

“Kiran!!” But he couldn’t just give up… “Kiran! Please! Answer me!!” He just wanted to embrace her, and stroke her hair -- something that tended to relax not only Kiran, but himself. He just wanted to know that she was safe and alive.

“Al...fonse…?” The prince whipped his head around when he heard his name being called, albeit by a weak and croaking voice. Sharena also heard, her ponytail flung violently as she turned her head.

“What was that?”

“Help…” It was a meek and trembling voice, and it sounded like they were in a devastating amount of pain. Quickly, Alfonse made his way to the source of the voice, spotting something -- or someone, rather -- rustling in the bushes.

The prince cautiously approached the bush, his sister following mere steps beside him. As they approached the bush, they spotted the familiar white and gold markings of their tactician’s coat. Immediately, Sharena’s serious expression turned into a joyous one upon seeing Kiran.

“Kiran!! Thank goodness we found you!” Her cheerful demeanor returning rather quickly as she approached her dear ally. However, when she received no response from her friend, the princess’ new smile fell quickly. “...Kiran?”

Alfonse cautiously took a step forward, inspecting Kiran and her odd behavior. Why was she hunched over? It would be much easier to spot her if she was standing. As his feet carried him closer to the summoner, he had realized that his worst fears were becoming a reality.

He spotted the sickening crimson staining the other side of her coat, and a good amount of it dripping onto the soil beneath her. The summoner was trembling, and her eyes were dazed, as if they had difficulty concentrating on her surroundings. Her eyes were filled with tears that fell almost as quickly as the blood from her cloak. However, what caused the prince to almost gag on sight was the arrow. The arrow, that was the cause of her rapid bleeding, was protruding from her side. An archer had landed a direct hit on Kiran, and it looked fatal.

The summoner could not respond as the shock from the injury caused her mouth to clamp shut. Her trembling body only worsened the pain, as it agitated the arrow inside. Her hands were currently applying pressure to the wound, but it seemed futile as blood still freely oozed through her fingers, and that only terrified the summoner. She was never used to seeing this much blood coming out of her body. All tactical thoughts were replaced with the desperate need to make the pain go away. To feel better.

“He...lp…” Her voice was weak, barely audible to the Askran siblings.

Alfonse could feel the bile rising in his throat, as he had never wanted to see such an image in his entire life. He had killed soldiers before, and although this gave him an unsettled mindset, he had no connection to them. But this. This was Kiran. His beloved Kiran. Witnessing her on the verge of death made him absolutely sick.

“Alfonse!” Sharena called, snapping the prince out of his dreadful thoughts. “We need to get her to a healer! Quick!”

“O-Of course!” The Askran prince blinked, forcing himself to move closer to Kiran. He gingerly snaked his arm under her legs and back in order to hoist her up. However, the sudden movement caused the arrow to jostle violently from its place, and Kiran let out a painful cry. She gripped Alfonse’s scarf, staining the white piece of clothing with her blood. Alfonse swallowed hard to keep the bile from building up.

The prince’s heart shattered as he could only helplessly offer some useless words for reassurance. “F-Forgive me, Kiran. I know it hurts, but it will be all better….” At this point, he didn’t know whether that was for Kiran, or himself. He held the trembling tactician close to his chest as he and Sharena headed back to the fort.

As he carried her closer and closer to the fort, Alfonse could hear the small whimpers escaping Kiran’s mouth as she sobbed through the pain. Her hand still gripped his scarf, and the prince could have sworn that he smelled her blood.

“Al…” Kiran mumbled, her incoherent state making her speak. “I don’t… want to die…” She sobbed, tears falling even moreso now. “I don’t…”

Her meek, vulnerable voice tore Alfonse’s heart, and he blinked feverently in an attempt to block the tears threatening to spill.

“Y-You won’t…” His fear caused his voice to shake. Alfonse could see the fire from one of the mages. Princess Anthiese. He was so close. “You won’t die here. I won’t let it happen.”

“Lady Celica!!” Sharena frantically waved her arms in order to catch the royal’s attention. “Lady Celica! Light a flare!”

The Zofian princess, quickly understanding the gravity of the situation, raised her arm up and fired a simple fire spell. In a quick moment, the army started to group together, curious as to why she sent the signal.

“Kiran has been injured!” Alfonse spoke, not wanting to waste time. “We need a healer, now!”

With not a moment to lose, clerics such as Lissa and Maria flocked Alfonse, preparing their staffs.

“Oh this won’t work!” Lissa whined. “We need to remove the arrow! Let’s get her to the healing tent!”

“Prince Alfonse, will you assist us?” One of the clerics, Priscilla, asked as she hoisted up her mount. “I can take you both on my horse.”

The prince wasted no time in pulling himself up on top of the horse. His actions sufficing as a reply.

Alfonse had prepared himself to hear Kiran protest in some way -- all this movement must have upset her, but she was silent. She was silent… Alfonse’s blood ran cold when he looked down and checked on the summoner. Her eyes were close, and her breathing was shallow. Her ghostly pale face frightened him as it eerily glimmered under the moonlight.

“Kiran? Kiran!” He yelled, gently tapping her cheek in an attempt to force a reaction from her. “Kiran!!” His arms trembled as he felt a numbness take him over, his grip on Kiran loosening. He stared at the tactician, tired and distressed eyes scanning for any type of movement.

His chest tightened as he could only see the shallow breaths that struggled to push. Alfonse lowered his head, his worst fears finally consuming his mind. Kiran was dying.

#Kiralfonse #Alfokiran #Alfonse #Kiran #fire emblem heroes #feh #I had to cut this fic in half because it was too long #sorry

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