#Purple is Veronica's signature color!

[rythmicjea]

OMG I JUST NOTICED HIS SHIRT IS PURPLE!!!

I am way too excited for noticing this.

[horrorlesbion]

Riverdale characters as shades of blue

Archie: #00308F Air Force Blue. Much as it pains me he is a soldier and even outside of being in the literal US Army it is very much ingrained in his personality. Close to the Riverdale blue too because he is The Town.

Veronica: #082567 Sapphire. Deep, rich jewel tone. Literally a gemstone.

Betty: #89CFF0 Baby Blue. It's basically her signature color, it looks beautiful on here and it represents a light, pure serenity she always strives for. Maybe if her room had more baby blue she would be calmer.

Jughead: #05D5F4 Neon Blue. A shade close to what's used for the show logo in advertising. He's got that meta awareness.

Cheryl: #00FFFF Cyan. The inversion of true red on the color spectrum.

Toni: #6F00FF Electric Indigo. She's a purple girl.

Tabitha: #6495ED Cornflower Blue. It makes me think of a summer sky and warm sun rays.

[ithinkyouhealedmyheart]

Ghostwriter CH 17

Unbetad Unedited Unhinged || AO3 / Wattpad

Character(s): Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Carlos Garcia, Logan Mitchell, Mercedes Griffin, Gustavo Rocque, Kelly Wainwright, Mrs. Knight, Katie Knight, Veronica Clark oc, Curt Haverfield

Pairing(s): Kendall Knight/Veronica Clark, James Diamond & Veronica Clark, Kendall Knight & James Diamond & Carlos Garcia & Logan Mitchell

a/n: because Ronnie's birthday is next week I want her birthday ch to be the only ch I put out that week

“Alrighty!” Mercedes pulled the brush away from his face and smiled. “Now, Daddy says that when you go out there, you must advertise RCM CBT Globalnet Sanyoid as much as possible.” 

“Mercedes, I can handle this.” Curt chuckled and gently swatted her hands away. The makeup on his face felt strange, but he would get used to it eventually. Thus was the price of Hollywood. “Have you ever gone on live television before? No? I didn’t think so.” Mercedes popped her gum and packed away the makeup she had brought because she believed she was far more competent than the makeup artist on the team. 

“It’ll be fine. I don’t need the cue cards your dad made for me.” Curt put the stack of cards on the table. “I’ll be myself, and it will be fine.” 

“Uh, no.” Mercedes planted her hands on her hips. “It will not be fine. Stick to the cue cards, and whatever you do, do not answer honestly. They’re looking for drama, if anything, and you cannot give it to them.”

“The RCM-CBT segment is on in five!” Someone in the distance called. 

Mercedes giggled and clapped. “You’ll do great! Don’t forget to have fun!” 

Curt waved her off and hopped out of the chair. He smoothed down his custom RCM DBT jersey, a gift from Arthur Griffin. It was his official debut as a player on the L.A. Kings and being sponsored by RCM CBT Globalnet Sanyoid. Pushing his shoulders back, he took a deep breath and waited for his cue. The interviewer was a gorgeous woman. Silk-pressed brown hair was cut into an angeled bob, and she wore a satin lavender dress. The backdrop was a mix of yellow, purple, and white—the colors of his hockey team. The interviewer stood up and gestured to the left of the stage. The blonde took this as his cue to walk out. The live studio clapped and cheered as the bright lights of the stage hit him. He squinted but continued walking. 

“Thank you for coming on the show.” The interviewer sat down again, and Curt did the same. 

“Well, thank you for having me…” 

“I’m Lindy Lam, and in today’s segment, we’re interviewing the youngest player of the L.A. Kings.” She spoke to the camera with her signature television smile. “Just a couple of days ago, you were signed onto the team after CEO Arthur Griffin of RCM CBT Globalnet Sanyoid offered to endorse them.” 

“That’s right, Lindy,” Curt chuckled and tried to relax under the lights. He was starting to understand why Griffin had given him cue cards. 

“Speaking of which, I see you’re representing RCM CBT Globalnet Sanyoid on your jersey.” 

“Yes,” Curt nodded and pulled at his jersey. He turned to give the camera a more precise shot. “It was a gift from Arthur Griffin.” 

“Would you say you’re close with Arthur Griffin?” She framed her question as an accusation. 

“If you’re saying that I got accepted by the L.A. Kings because of Arthur Griffin, I have no idea where you heard those rumors. I barely knew him before I came to California.” 

“Right,” Lindy’s smile pulled tighter. She was not happy about his answer. “Our sources say you’re from a backwater town in North Carolina.” 

Curt choked on his saliva. 

“Roxobel may be a small town, but it is not some backwater town.” He tensed up. The last thing he needed was for the tabloids to spin him into this caricature of an idiot. 

“You have quite a temper.” Lindy laughed lightly, and Curt joined in to make it seem like he let her comment roll off his back like water. 

“Now, your face has been plastered all over the media. Fans alike have been dying to know, who is this girl?” Lindy pulled a remote out of nowhere, and on the projector screen behind them was a picture that made Curt’s blood run cold. 

The paparazzi had taken a photo of him and Ronnie on one of their dates. The wind blew through her hair, and she clung to his arm. He flushed and scrambled for something to say that wouldn’t raise suspicion or paint anyone negatively. Lindy looked at him expectantly as he sat there floundering for an answer. 

“From the intel we gathered, she isn’t a supermodel, movie star, singer, or famous. Who is she?” The cameraman panned to Curt, and he started sweating. 

“Well…” He cleared his throat and shuffled around, gripping the armrests with white knuckles. “Lindy, she is my girlfriend. Ronnie Clark, she’s writing songs for Big Time Rush.” 

“Oh?” Lindy turned to the audience and gasped. “How did you two meet? Is she a fan of the L.A. Kings?” 

“She’s a hockey fan, alright.” Curt laughed. “Of course, because she’s dating me, she’s decked out in L.A. Kings memorabilia.” 

“Will we see her support you at your first game from the stands?” 

“Oh, I hope so.” Curt turned and winked at the camera. He had a feeling Ronnie was watching the channel. She seemed like the type of girl to watch celebrity gossip. She was a simple girl and wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. That’s why he liked her. 

“We cannot wait to catch up on your whirlwind love story.” Lindy laughed. “But do tell me, are you threatened by the rising boyband Big Time Rush?” 

“What? No,” Curt scoffed. “They care about her a lot, and it’s not her fault if they find her attractive. She’s a gorgeous girl.” 

“I bet she’s happy to hear that.” Lindy chuckled. “You seem so secure in your relationship. This is quite an exquisite thing that two teenagers rarely share.” 

Curt’s smile faltered. Lindy leaned over and patted his knee. 

“Oh, no, no. I don’t mean that as an insult. It’s just something you don’t see often.” She smiled at the audience. 

“I didn’t think it was an insult.” The blonde tensed up. The stage lights were hot, and sweat dotted his forehead. 

Ronnie knocked on the door to apartment 2J, and luckily, James opened the door. Her hair was damp and dripping on an old t-shirt. James gave her a confused look and raised a brow. She was dying her hair, but for some reason, after she mixed the bleach and picked it up with the brush that came in the box, she dropped the mixing bowl and began to panic. The songwriter could have very well texted him, but she had forgotten her phone in the living room of her apartment. 

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” 

“I need you to dye my hair.” She grabbed his shirt sleeve and pulled him down the hall without much explanation. The brunette shut the door and let her drag him wherever she was going. 

It wasn’t hard for people to be friends with James. He was easy to talk to and incredibly comforting, but Ronnie somehow clicked with him effortlessly. After a month, James didn’t question it whenever she asked for his help. Logan would chastise her about dying her hair at home, Carlos probably had no idea what to do, and Kendall would argue. At least James knew about proper hair care because his hair was his best feature. Mr. Clark didn’t ask when the brunette crammed into the small bathroom with her and thrust the mixing bowl into his hands. Curt’s interview on Starstruck was on the television in the living room. It was weird that Mr. Clark was watching it, but maybe he had put it on for Ronnie. James looked down at the mixing bowl of hair bleach and then put it on the counter. A box of rubber gloves had been haphazardly thrown into the mess. As a precaution, he feared ruining his hands with hair bleach. James put on the rubber gloves. He snapped the elastic against his wrist for fun, and the songwriter cringed. 

“Sorry, sorry.” The singer gave her an apologetic smile. “What color are you dying your hair? It’s been blue for quite a while.” 

“Green, I want to dye it green, but I just– I’ve done my hair for so long, but now the bleach makes my skin crawl.” 

“You’re lucky I know how to do hair, or else we would have a bigger problem.” James chuckled. 

“You don’t mind dying my hair?” 

“What? No.” James rolled his eyes and tsked. “I’d rather you not botch your hair color, and this is better than not dying it at all.” 

“Thanks,” 

“Don’t mention it, Ronnie. I’m happy you asked me.” 

Ronnie sat patiently while James worked the bleach through her hair. He was gentle even though he didn’t need to be and didn’t want to ruin her hair. Dyeing her hair took about an hour, including waiting for the color and then rinsing it. While the two waited, they watched Curt’s interview in the living room. Mr. Clark was eating cereal and looked to be intently watching the interview. He glanced at Ronnie out of the corner of his eye. 

“Isn’t that your boyfriend?” He asked. 

Ronnie squeaked, and her face flushed. In the blink of an eye, her dad started showing support for the L.A. Kings when he found out his daughter was dating a soon-to-be player. At least, now Curt was a player. Ronnie noticed her picture on the screen and her shoulders hunched up. The paparazzi had taken that picture on their first date. She was wearing the outfit James had picked out. 

“Hey! Didn't I throw that outfit together?” James pointed excitedly at the screen. “See? I told you, you look awesome.” He nudged Ronnie gently, and she nodded absentmindedly. 

If her picture was on celebrity gossip television, there was no telling how Gustavo and Kelly would react. When it was time to rinse her hair, she locked herself in the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. Ronnie hadn’t noticed how dark the circles under her eyes were. The water from the shower head ran cold, and she flipped her head over and stuck herself under the ice-cold water without warning. She shut her eyes and let the water assault her skin and hair. The cold water pulled her into the present. When she goes to work tomorrow, Gustavo and Kelly will tell her how they felt about the interview. Gustavo would express how disappointed and upset he was about the interview, which would cause Kelly to attempt to calm him down.

Who knows? Perhaps Griffin would visit to chat with her about how the interview would be a smear for RCM CBT Globalnet Sanyoid. It had been a while since Ronnie had talked to him, but he was giving them time to finish the second album. They had another three months to arrange and produce music for a second album. Once again, Ronnie’s career depended on how much Griffin liked the album. Each morning she woke up, she would pray that Griffin would like the album they were working on because she wanted to stay in Los Angeles. The songwriter had friends she cared about, and she was making a name for herself. It would be a cruel twist of fate if she and her father were sent packing because the album wasn’t to Griffin’s liking. Stuck in her thoughts, she didn’t know how long her head had been underwater, but the water ran clear. Ronnie took the old bleached stained towel and used it to dab at her hair to get rid of the excess moisture so she could wrap the towel around it. Maybe Kendall would be surprised she changed her hair color. Part of her was hoping he was surprised for some reason. Oddly enough, his opinion meant more to her than it should. She didn’t know why, but she hoped Kendall liked that she changed her hair color. If anything, it might even catch his attention. Ronnie stepped out into the living room. Her phone started ringing, and the sudden noise made goosebumps pepper her arms. 

~ ~ ~ 

“Veronica, tell me why you were on television.” 

The green-haired girl just opened the door when Gustavo stopped her in the doorway. Admittedly, she had been worrying about their reactions since she saw the interview. Kendall and James shared worried glances. The boys knew better than anyone that their producer could blow up over the most minor things. Ronnie tugged at the drawstrings on her hoodie. She already had to deal with the paparazzi swarming the five of them on their way to Rocque Records. People in black clothes with cameras were almost shoving in her face. 

“We have paparazzi swarming outside! Are you proud of yourself?” Gustavo shouted in her face. She shrunk into herself and looked away. It wasn’t her fault that her picture even made it on television. She had no idea what Curt would say anyway. 

“Gustavo,” Kelly shot him a look and gently touched Ronnie’s shoulder. “We’re not angry at you.” The talent scout was glaring at her boss. “We just want you to know the gravity of the situation because we don’t think you’ve had to deal with the paparazzi before.” 

There was static in her ears. Ronnie nodded absentmindedly, her eyes glued to the floor. 

“Why is this a big deal?” Kendall asked. 

“Why– Are you not aware of what gossip can do?” Gustavo scoffed. “At least in Hollywood, gossip can make or break a celebrity career.” 

“And the last thing you guys need is for a scandal to destroy your career,” Kelly added. 

“What kind of scandal would we be involved in?” Carlos asked, but he couldn’t read the room exactly. He was smiling as if everything was okay. 

“Well, thanks to your songwriter, the world practically knows she’s dating that hockey player–” 

“I think we get it.” Kendall interrupted him. “But if something ever happens, can’t we go on the show and tell Lindy Lam that we’re just friends?” 

“You’re kidding.” James smacked his arm. “Paparazzi function off of juicy drama– Wait, did you say they’re swarming the building.” The brunette’s eyes lit up, and Kelly shot him a look. 

“Don’t even think about it.” Kelly chidded, wagging her finger. 

“But, Kelly! I need to be propelled into the blogosphere!” James whined. 

“No. There will be no propelling into anything!” Gustavo snapped. “None of you should be in the media.” 

“It’s not like I knew what he would say.” Ronnie frowned. “Besides, you can’t tell me not to date him.” 

“Could you?” Kendall quirked a brow. 

“No,” Kelly answered for the record producer. “He cannot tell you who you should or shouldn’t date.” 

“I still don’t understand why it’s such a big deal.” Kendall sighed and ran a hand through his hair. 

“Yeah, this doesn’t stop us from doing our work, does it?” Ronnie sat in the same spot at the back of the studio as every other day. At this point, the couch in the back of the room belonged to her. Gustavo sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. 

“All I’m saying is now that the media knows you are, you must be vigilant.” 

“Why?” 

“Because you need to be careful!” 

Ronnie flinched. She stared wide-eyed at Gustavo. It had been a month since she moved to Los Angeles, yet his yelling surprised her. She had yet to get used to his yelling, even though he constantly yelled at the guys. For the most part, he refrained from yelling at her unless necessary, which was all the time. The record producer had quite a temper, almost like Kendall's. They clashed too often, but the blonde never walked out on Gustavo, regardless of his anger.  

The songwriter didn’t understand why Gustavo expressed his concern. She and Curt had been conscientious about avoiding the paparazzi, and this wasn’t even her fault. She didn’t know that Curt had the interview on TV. Ronnie was left to her thoughts while the guys got set up to record one of Gustavo's newer songs. She flipped to an old page in her notebook, the lyrics she had written down after Kendall had taken her sightseeing. The lyrics didn’t seem right. She must be missing a bridge or might need to swap the chorus with one of the verses. Humming the song quietly, the words brought to mind her first date with Curt. 

James picked out her outfit. Curt took her to a fancy restaurant, where their table was in the back. The atmosphere was very romantic. A candle was on the table, and the sound system played classical music. She remembered being extremely nervous. The first twenty minutes were a bit awkward, but she felt more comfortable once they got to talking. She kept the conversation away from music as much as she could. Curt complimented her quite a lot, but she had no idea what his favorite color was. They were close because they were dating, but that didn’t mean she knew much about his personal life. 

Ronnie leaned back and stared up at the ceiling. She had only ever known about the paparazzi from the few television shows she watched at home. This one show about a teenage singer managing her double life had quite a few encounters with the paparazzi, and they were fixed, albeit pretty quickly. She would be naive if she believed the paparazzi were like that in real life. All she could do was hope that this didn’t mean she had no privacy. She might consider returning to Vermont if she had to give up her privacy just because Curt Haverfield was her boyfriend. For now, there wasn’t anything she could do. It wasn’t like she would lie on television about her relationship status. If she tried to fight back against the paparazzi, they would make a distasteful spin on whatever she said. She’s damned if she does and damned if she doesn’t. Ronnie sighed and ran a hand down her face. It looked like today was going to be a long day indeed. 

James was positively over the moon when he saw the paparazzi outside. Ronnie and the guys were in the Rocque Records lobby. While James excitedly pressed his face against the glass, Ronnie pulled her hood on and curled into a ball on the floor around the corner. She had underestimated how many people were suddenly interested in her life. The constant chatter mixed with the flash from the cameras was too much. Perhaps the shows she used to watch as a kid downplayed the severity of it all. Kendall was on the phone with his mom when they realized they would be stranded there until the crowd dispersed. 

“Okay!” Kendall clapped his hands together. “Mom will be here in a couple of minutes. We need a game plan on how we will get out there.” 

Ronnie lifted her head when she heard whispering. The guys huddled in a circle, heads pressed together. Was this her fault? She couldn’t help but think she had condemned her friends. If she weren’t their songwriter, this paparazzi thing wouldn’t be as big of a deal. Occasionally, Kendall would look over his shoulder at her, hugging her knees against her chest on the floor. The blonde felt a tad bit helpless in this situation. There was nothing five teenagers could do against a swarm of adults. Then, the honking of a horn hit his ears. 

“Okay, break!” The guys pulled apart and turned towards Ronnie. She furrowed her brows in confusion. 

“What?” 

She had no choice when her friends surrounded her, like the Secret Service. She ducked her head when she saw the flash of the cameras. Four hockey players from Minnesota worked in tandem to keep the paparazzi away from her. Ronnie could barely hear them if they said anything to her. The next thing she knew, she was being shoved into a car. The guys piled into the car. Logan, James, and Carlos were squishing her against the door, but it wasn’t like she could complain. Mrs. Knight’s third rental car was her only way out of there. 

“Go! Go! Go!” Kendall instructed his mother as he haphazardly put on his seatbelt. 

Since Ronnie was squished, she couldn’t reach the seatbelt, but it wouldn’t make a difference even if she could. She hugged her back to her chest and ducked her head to obscure her face from the windows. Carlos waved at the paparazzi outside the car, and Mrs. Knight sped off. Unfortunately, the paparazzi were also at the Palm Woods, and Bitters inhaled the sweet scent of cash. The guys' protection plan fell apart in the blink of an eye. Carlos, James, Logan, and Kendall were shoved to the side as adults with flashing cameras swarmed Ronnie. They prattled off questions at a speed that would make her head spin. Trying to push through them was almost similar to treading water. She struggled to get to the front doors, but the struggle wasn’t over because Bitters happened to be a sellout in every form of the word. She didn’t have time to breathe when cameras were blinding her. James, Kendall, Carlos, and Logan fought through the crowd out front. Once they got to the lobby, Kendall picked her up without thinking and threw her over his shoulder. 

The five of them hid in apartment 2J. Ronnie called her dad in the bathroom since he was away at work. She left him a voicemail. She sat cross-legged on the couch and hugged a throw pillow to her chest. Katie was watching a random show on Fox, nibbling on popcorn. James, Carlos, Kendall, and Logan were plotting in their room. Katie quirked a brow. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Huh?” Ronnie had been staring at the coffee table, stuck in thought for quite a while. She snapped out of it and blinked rapidly. She hadn’t noticed her eyes were dry. “No, yeah, I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure? You look like you’re five seconds from a breakdown.” 

Ronnie groaned and leaned back. She covered her face with her hands. 

“You know, I watched the interview with Curt. He didn’t say anything bad,” 

“No, I know, I watched it too, but… I didn’t expect the paparazzi to be interested in me so suddenly.” 

“Technically, you’re a celebrity now.” Katie shrugged. 

“Yeah, but this wasn’t supposed to happen.” 

“Something else will happen, and then the paparazzi will go away. That’s usually what happens.” 

“Are you trying to make me feel better?” Ronnie quirked a brow. 

“Is it working?” Katie asked with a mouthful of popcorn. 

“Not really…” 

“Are the guys always like this?” 

“What? Protective?” Katie tilted her head. “Yes, all the time. Especially protective over me.” 

Mrs. Knight brought over a tray of homemade cookies. 

“If you can’t make it to your apartment, I am happy to let you stay here. I have extra blankets, and if you do stay, I hope you don’t mind sleeping on the couch.” 

“It’ll wind down eventually,” Ronnie hesitantly reached for a chocolate chip cookie. “Hopefully.” 

“If it doesn’t, you are more than welcome to stay here for the night.” 

“Thanks, Mrs. Knight.” 

“Anytime,” the red-haired woman smiled kindly and returned to the kitchen. 

Ronnie felt weird sitting down and watching television at someone else's apartment, but she wanted to know what the guys were scheming. She could only hope that they wouldn’t do something to Curt. James watched the interview with her, so he should know it wasn’t Curt’s fault either. Lindy Lam dug for juicy details, and the paparazzi took their photo without consent. Ronnie nibbled on the cookie. It had been a while since she had homemade baked goods. Her mother used to bake when she was younger, but that felt like a lifetime ago. 

The paparazzi left, but Ronnie couldn’t sleep. She kept thinking about the tabloids. Sitting on the orange couch in the living room, she searched the tabloids on the internet. The blue light from her laptop was harsh, and she couldn’t sleep. Music was playing through her headphones. 

Kendall wandered out of his room in the middle of the night. At first, he thought Ronnie was sleeping on the couch, but rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he noticed she wasn’t there. The blanket he gave her was thrown over the sofa. Her bag was on the floor, but her laptop wasn’t on the table. The blonde shuffled into the bathroom to do his business, then returned to his room to grab a pair of slippers. The singer was concerned because he felt the paparazzi were lurking around to catch her when she was alone. It wasn’t that he felt the need to protect her, but she didn’t need any more trouble than she already had. 

The blonde searched the halls, no longer half-asleep. He was wide awake now that he was worrying about her. It was ridiculous how quickly everything snowballed. Would this be what it would be like when Big Time Rush became famous? Will their privacy get invaded and their personal lives destroyed? James would love it because he has always wanted to be famous, but Kendall wasn’t so sure he would enjoy it. He had always kept to himself and preferred a quiet life. Fame was exciting, and he wanted to help James achieve his dream, but being in the spotlight wasn’t meant for him. He always knew that if he played on the Toronto Maple Leafs or Minnesota Wild, there would be a slight chance he would be centered in the spotlight. But sports fans were something he could deal with. They were easy to ignore. Singers and celebrity fans were ravenous and cutthroat. The four knew that Big Time Rush wouldn’t last forever, and the situation with the paparazzi cemented that belief even further. They all had goals and ambitions but came together to help James because he was their friend. 

Kendall took the elevator to the lobby. On the one hand, he hoped Bitters wouldn’t catch him or try to get him kicked out because he was awake, but on the other hand, he hoped Ronnie was there. He noticed a shadow in the pool area and ducked behind a potted plant. He didn’t bother putting on the tree hat since no one was around to see him. Ronnie sat by the edge of the pool. Her sweatshirt was discarded on a lounge chair behind her. She played with her hands in the water, and her laptop sat beside her. Kendall stopped hiding behind the potted plant and stood up. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, glad she wasn’t in danger. 

“What are you doing up?” Kendall slid the door open as quietly as he could and made his way over to her. 

“I could ask you the same thing,” Ronnie chuckled. 

“I’m not here to drag you back to bed.” Kendall squatted beside her. He squinted at the blue light of her laptop. She was reading tabloids. 

“I couldn’t sleep…” Ronnie pulled her hand out of the water and shook it, careful not to get water on her laptop. 

“Gee, I have no idea why.” Kendall snickered as he picked up her laptop. “Why are you reading these? Why does it matter what they say?” 

“It was better when people didn’t know who I was.” Ronnie sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “I can’t– I can’t help it. I need to know what they’re saying.” 

“Ronnie,” Kendall put her laptop on the lounge chair and sat beside her. “All you’ll find is negativity, and you won’t like it. It won’t make you feel better.” 

“But they’re talking about me, and I’m not a part of the conversation.” 

“Of course, they’re talking about you. Who wouldn’t want to talk about you?” 

“But what if people hate me? What if they call me all sorts of names? What kind of reputation will I have?” 

“Not–” Kendall sighed. “Not everyone is going to like you.” 

“That’s something I would be telling you,” Ronnie laughed. 

“That’s not what you’re worried about, is it?” 

Ronnie looked down at her hands. How did he catch on so quickly? It wasn’t that she was worried about what people were saying about her, but more so that she couldn’t control how other people viewed her. She couldn’t control the headlines in the media or the photos the paparazzi took. All of it was out of her control, and she felt helpless. Nothing she could do or say would make any of this better. If she tried, then her words would be taken out of context or used against her to make her look like a horrible person. 

“Ronnie?” 

“I wish I was a nobody again…” Ronnie whispered. She put her hand in the water again and watched how the ripples disturbed the motionless surface. 

“You were a nobody to begin with. You meant something to someone.” 

“That’s not what I mean.” 

“I know, I know. Sometimes I think about my life before I came to L.A., too.” 

“At least, in Vermont, people weren’t scrambling to find trivial facts about me to judge my character.” Ronnie snorted. “What’s so wrong with my favorite color being yellow?” 

“My favorite color is blue,” Kendall watched the ripples on the water's surface. They were hypnotizing. 

“Together, they make green, like my hair.” Ronnie grabbed a strand of hair and giggled. 

“I didn’t even notice you dyed your hair,” 

“James helped me dye it the night Curt had the interview.” 

“You– You watched his interview? Then you know what he said about you,” 

“He didn’t say anything wrong if that’s what you’re wondering, but that’s not the problem.” 

Kendall grabbed her laptop and scrolled down to the comments left on the article. Many of the usernames were either their names or something like CurtSuperfan45, and none of the comments were nice. Most of these people seemed bitter that Ronnie got to go out with a hockey player instead of them. 

“Ignore them,” Kendall returned her laptop to the lounge chair. “It doesn’t matter what they say. All that matters is you’re awesome, and the people who care about you won’t let bitter fans get in the way of that.” 

“How come you weren’t this nice when we first met?” 

“Because I felt like the world was trying to make me move on too quickly,” 

“Oh.” 

“It wasn’t anything against you!” Kendall added to reassure her. “And I’m sorry I wasn’t the nicest.” 

“I’m sorry I made it worse,” Ronnie said quietly. She looked down, her hair curling her face. 

“But you didn’t make it worse.” Kendall reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You were treating me the same way I was treating you,” 

“Thanks, Kendall.”

[rythmicjea]

Not Another Riverdale Love Story - Unchained

If you liked the Barchie chapter then you're going to LOVE this one. This focuses on our main couple, Jughead and Veronica, and the aftermath of the Bughead breakup. Also... remember how this was supposed to be a story about Jughead and Veronica working together to get Jughead and Betty together? Yeah... me neither lol! The way this story took on a mind of its own is not something I'm mad at. I've loved writing every word of it. Right, now, I've just finished writing chapter 19 and it looks like it's going to be a total of 21 chapters.

I also did something a little cliche. There's a link (be sure to right click) that leads to a song that is playing out of the boombox (it's Riverdale of course there are boomboxes). Click it if you want! If you just want to know the song, here it is. Tell me Jughead doesn't have this song in his rotation. I dare you lol.

If you have any questions on things that have happened or predictions about what will, my asks are open!

He must not have done a great job hiding his smile because she said “does my pain amuse you, Jughead? Your bike basically attacked me!”

He stole a quick glance up to her as he knelt in front of her, chivalrously taking her injured foot in his lap and pulling off the pump. Why did she insist on wearing heels in the middle of winter? Didn’t she have a cute pair of Luggs for this kind of weather? He didn’t mean for the snicker to come out, but there it was anyway. “You kicked it, Veronica.” The smile only grew as she tried to wrench her foot away from him and he held fast. “Stop. I need to make sure that it didn’t actually break the skin.”

Veronica slumped back into the chair, crossing her arms again feeling too small and too helpless for her comfort.

“You’re cute like that.” He motioned with his head to her sulking. “When you get all petulant. It’s like the world’s reminding you you’re not invincible.” He moved his fingers softly over the scratch. There was a red welt on the top of her foot but no blood and her stockings must have been indestructible because there wasn’t even a run at the wound site. The pads of his thumbs started lightly, making small circles near the injury site, keeping the blood going so it wouldn’t bruise. Purple may be her ‘signature color’ but he knew that didn’t mean as a garish pool of blood under the skin. 

Veronica nodded, not meeting his eyes. Damn him for knowing her so well. She was an ice queen. She was impenetrable. Especially by the likes of Jughead Jones. 

[sethcohnn]

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>I have to tell you,</i>

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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] <i>Veronica</i>

<i>The Teenage Witch</i>

<i>is too sexy, you say?</i>

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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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<i>Sabrina.</i>

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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>I'm so</i>

<i>sorry, Jughead.</i>

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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.

600

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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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[rythmicjea]

Where's Jughead and Veronica?? Jabitha should be in blue and Veronica would be purple (it's even her signature color!).

Remember this magnificent work of art

[eatsyourheartout]

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

[theheatherschronicles1]

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.

[hiddenpxpercuts]

@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.”

[caws5749]

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?”

++++++

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.”

++++++

“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. 

++++++

“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?”

[cometcrystal]

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.

[artificialqueens]

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.

[mydairpercabeth]

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

1x07 | 4x11

[little-bloodied-angel]

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.

[briospa]

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[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

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.]

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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.]

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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.

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[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.]

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[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.]

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