#Veronica could be Jean or something idk

[echobutgirlypop]

dying laughing thinking of logan singing his heart out to freeze your brain because yes, the alcohol metaphor but also, like everything???

Freeze your brain

Shatter your skull

Fight pain with more pain

Forget who you are (JD = Wolverine confirmed?!)

Unburden your load

Forget in six weeks

You'll be back on the road

When the voice in your head

Says you're better off dead

Don't open a vein

[oldfashionedmorphine]

well now i can’t say “nobody asked for this…”

(dear anon, i hope this helps!)

fyi—i spend way too much of my time looking things up for this fic… and this is some of what i saved when it came to outfits/hair and also just some basics info/stuff :)

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mike in 2004

hair: styled like johnny depp’s hair in the 90s… he’s kept it shoulder length or longer since 1986—he ditched the bangs at some point in the early 90s! and since he doesn’t dye it, there’s some gray throughout

outfits: white or black t-shirt’s, black jeans, and converse high tops are still his bread-and-butter base. his style is pretty consistent because he’s not a big fan of change—he likes what he likes! it’s just super easy for him to throw something else over a plain t-shirt and walk out the door.

overall: he doesn’t typically keep his face clean-shaven, call it laziness, but sometimes he will wait two weeks or more between picking up a razor. he’s still skinny because he doesn’t always eat right, skipping meals because he gets too distracted with video games, but years of drinking are starting to take a toll and reflect in his skin, at times looking sallow

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will in 2004

hair: styled basically like whatever hayden christensen was doing to his hair in 2003/2004, also not a fan of hair dye, and also as he got older there was a bit more wave to his hair

outfits: wears lots of flannels, band/graphic tees, polos, button ups with sweater vests, jeans/corduroy/khaki pants, adidas/saucony jazz/new balance style sneakers—usually laid back but he will also use any excuse to dress it up! wears square-framed tortoiseshell glasses since 2001 (when he had to renew his driver’s license he couldn’t pass the eyesight test—got his eyes checked and sure enough he needed glasses!)—and included that picture of noah wearing glasses cause when i saw it i was like, wow yeah, that’s not too far off, just change the frames and age him 15 years… lol

overall: usually keeps his face free of any stubble, also has a few gray hairs but not as many as mike and he likes to walk or run for exercise to better keep in shape, in the summer he’s been known to pick up a tan, and he has one tattoo—the word “love” written in morse code under the scar from where nancy burnt him with a hot iron [ .-.. --- ...- . ]

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holly in 2004

(holly is 24, about the same age as kristen bell so I kinda picture her from veronica mars season 1 but with long hair/dyed like cady heron from “mean girls”—holly watched the movie earlier that year and liked the look!)

outfits: low rise flare jeans, denim jackets, fitted shirts, canvas vans sneakers, low top converse

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el in 2004

hair: long, always past her shoulders at least—she doesn’t like cutting it short for obvious reasons—she also dyes it and never skimps on spending money to maintain it and loves adding things like butterfly clips or barrettes with sparkles

outfits: she loves fashion and experimenting with her wardrobe. lots of delicate details and whimsy. a lot of what claire danes and anne hathaway were wearing 2002-2004

what she’s up to: el never went to college, but attends a few business seminars in between all her world travels and eventually invests some of her government hush money into opening a vintage/antique shop in hawkins that her and joyce run together.

el’s exact outfit from ch 8!

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outfit inspiration for mike + will in 1999 (aka for ch. 15)

mike: black jeans, ochre yellow striped button down, and of course he would’ve worn his typical converse shoes if he had to physically travel to the house that night, but alas… lol

will: brown dress shoes (normally wears sneakers, but for special occasions he gets fancy), light wash denim with navy turtle neck, plus brown leather jacket

(yes… i purposefully made them wear each others colors 😏)

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the mood board i made for nancy + jonathan’s wedding in 1993

(i’ve posted this before but idk how many of you saw it lol)

of course there is more i could add and sadly there’s things i’ve since cleared from my phone like the picture i had saved of a wedding dress i thought nancy would wear… but if there is anything else you’d like to know, i’m always down to talk more about this story! send me a message—you don’t have to stay on anon unless you wanna, but i don’t bite!! ;)

[baodurs]

i want someone besides me and the 2 friends who know all the lore to meet my detective, but i’m too impatient to let you get to know her via fic so i filled out this questionnaire instead. she is veronica and she is so important, here is some stuff about her if you are interested :’)

QUICK READ OF YOUR DETECTIVE

Name: veronica langford

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bi

Love interest: adam

Best friend: morgan

Main skill: science/technology

Secondary skill: combat/physical

Main personality trait: impulsive

Secondary personality trait: sarcastic

Why did they join the Wayhaven PD?: best use of her science skills

Relationship with Rebecca: not great

Relationship with Bobby: ex, finds it hard to be around him

Verda or Tina?: both! but she’s on verda’s branch

Murphy bite?: wrist

Murphy's fate?: captured

Rescue LI or Rescue Sanja?: sanja

GENERAL

Name: veronica “it’s been 3 years and i never gave her a middle name” langford

Nickname: just veronica. people around wayhaven called her ronny growing up, and a few still do despite her trying to grow out of it. maybe a few people from college and sometimes tina call her v or vee or something.

Birthday: please you all know i am so scared of concrete dates

Age: 26

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bi

Hair color: brown

Eye color: dark brown

Height: 5′10 (178 cm)

Piercings: just one in each ear

Tattoos: something retro sci-fi on her shoulder. not a reference to anything specific, but like a little planetary landscape with a UFO in the background or something.

Clothing Style: casual. lots of tank tops and muscle tees (weather- and occasion-permitting), concert t-shirts, warm colors. flannels and leather jackets. jeans, sneakers, combat boots. think like rocker chick vibes, but cozier and more colorful.

Apartment Style: basic. she really did not plan on living there long and kept putting off decorating because it’d be a waste if she was just going to move out. this rationalization went on so long but since the end of book 1 she has slowly bought a few things to push it towards “cozy,” still pretty sparse though.

STATS

Personality:

Charming | Intimidating

Impulsive | Cautious

Sarcastic | Genuine

Friendly | Stoic

Easygoing | Stubborn

Traits:

Heart | Mind

Optimist | Pessimist

Team Player | Independent

Skills:

Main Skill: science/technology (but mostly science)

Second Skill: combat/physical

By the Book | Bend the Rules

KEY DECISIONS

Reason for joining the Wayhaven PD: best use of her science skills

Murphy bite:  Wrist | Neck | None

Murphy’s Fate: Captured | Escaped

Rescued: Love Interest | Sanja

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP

Love Interest: adam

Why them?: for veronica it’s kind of retroactive. the way i imagine their True Canon, they don’t have any real romantic moments in book 1, so she doesn’t seriously consider that adam might have feelings for her until well into book 2. (the training scene is when she’s like “oh. ok. i get it now.”) even then it takes a few more chapters for her to really process that, figure out how she feels, and recontextualize everything. like realizing that he loves her and then thinking back on their relationship, knowing that, makes her feel so held (sorry i have no better way to say it) in a way that just makes her want to cry.

to give some actual specific reasons, it’s his dedication and his constancy and hidden care/softness. and his very specific brand of... selflessness might be just left of the word i’m looking for, but hopefully you get me.

Bold, shy, or mixed?: neither! in theory it’s closer to bold, but it’s more just earnest.

What were their first impressions of each other?: disastrous. on top of finding him condescending and unpleasant, there are also a few moments where veronica genuinely wonders whether he’s even a good person. or, like, cares about people. but once she learns the truth of things, a lot of her initial anger gets transferred to rebecca.

adam, with the benefit of knowing what’s actually happening, has a slightly more favorable impression of veronica. yes he thinks she’s difficult and reckless and too emotionally driven, yes she’s making his job absolutely miserable, but he does begrudgingly respect that her accusations are always on the right track and she’s good at her job.

What do they find attractive about each other, mentally or physically?:

for veronica: she loooves his sense of humor. and how much faith he has in the people he cares about. physically, dimples <3. but everything about his smile really. and his nose!

for adam: veronica has a very blunt, unadorned sense of kindness to her that he really loves. the way she is kind before she is nice and values directness. physically, her eyes, they’re deep brown and so expressive.

What do they do to spend time together?: they’re both competitive so anything where they can compete on the same team is fun. (competing against each other is fun too, but also like. exhausting. for them and everyone.) maybe puzzles or other things where it feels like they’re “winning” or solving something together. i have spent an embarrassing amount of thought on veronica and overw*tch esp*rts and she would absolutely make adam learn how to play main tank so they could queue as a tank duo. but most of the time i think they don’t Do specific things together; they just hang out. just talk with each other. perhaps snuggle.

What is their favorite memory together?: in current canon... lol. veronica really just treasures any time adam relaxes around her but those moments always get Ruined. even once they’re well into a relationship, i think veronica’s favorite memory would still be something small like a random time he said something funny and they both laughed together and they were outside and the sky was pretty.

What are their love languages?: acts of service for both of them, but especially adam. veronica... probably lots of words of affirmation and physical touch. they’re both bad at blocking out time for themselves in the first place, so quality time can get neglected especially at first.

How do they handle being apart from one another?: pretty well i think! once they’re in an established relationship at least, before that it’s probably harder. but adam can distract himself with work, and veronica is good at focusing on whatever’s in front of her (whether that’s work or she’s away on vacation or something). if neither of them is too busy, veronica calls every night and they stay on a while, half talking and half just keeping each other company.

Do they argue? How do they handle arguments and disagreements? How do they make up?: i think arguments are fairly rare! yes they’re both insanely stubborn, but they also understand each other pretty well (especially once in a relationship) and are very sympathetic to where the other is coming from. unless both of them are extremely stressed, one of them crumbles when they start genuinely arguing like "i don't want to fight ok, let's take a second."

What does their future look like?: who knows! i haven’t decided whether veronica will turn. i think she probably will, just because i do not want my main pairing for this IF to make me very sad all the time, but like. i’m not fully committing until i see a reason pop up in canon. as of book 3′s final demo, it’s not on her radar at all; she knows she loves adam and wishes they could Talk, but ultimately doesn’t expect or even want a relationship right now (because she doesn’t want to deal with dating one of rebecca’s agents OR with the logistics of being in a committed relationship with an immortal being). it’s just all so foreign to her current state of mind that it’s really hard to say!

Anything else you'd like to share: do you know how hard it was to answer some of these considering veronica wasn’t sure they were even, like, on decent terms for such a large portion of the canon content

BEST FRIEND RELATIONSHIP

Best friend: morgan and farah are essentially joint besties but i’ll go with M

Why them?: i think they appreciate each other’s no bullshit attitude. morgan likes that veronica doesn’t take herself too seriously and respects/relates to the way she tackles problems (quickly, head-on, and without complaint but also without pretending that it doesn’t suck?). veronica appreciates morgan’s bluntness, likes bantering with her, and in general just likes being around people that have quiet/steady presences.

What were their first impressions of each other?: neither of them had much of a first impression honestly. morgan barely thought of veronica at all beyond “she’s annoying,” and kept to herself so much that any dislike veronica had of morgan took a backseat to her dealing with the rest of unit bravo.

What do they do to spend time together?: lots of just sitting in the same room and listening to (low volume) music, veronica spends a lot of time hunting for songs morgan might like. morgan is also her go-to sparring/training buddy. and there are semi-frequent movie nights where veronica shows farah her favorite old shitty B movies, and sometimes morgan will tag along just to sit in the room with them or affectionately talk shit.

Anything else you'd like to share: i’ll talk a little about N! obviously veronica and nate respect, trust, and like each other, but she finds him the hardest of UB to connect with. they’re both people who wear their compassion on their sleeves but keep a lot of their hearts/themselves held back, so they just kind of circle each other, especially since like... nate values politeness and is very sweet in how he relates to people, while veronica values directness and is more jokey/lighthearted to put people at ease. idk how well i’m communicating this; as of the book 3 demo it’s getting easier, but their friendship is still newer/more... nebulous? than the others.

OTHER RELATIONSHIPS (Feel free to go in depth!)

Relationship with Rebecca: so strained. veronica has come to terms with rebecca’s absences throughout her childhood, but there’s newer resentment over... a lot of things, but how she handled the murphy case especially. veronica hates being kept in the dark, and even more than that she hates being rebecca’s priority. it’s difficult to reconcile her childhood and present images of rebecca, and she’s angry that rebecca is so freely and recklessly choosing her, now, to the point of endangering others if she has to, especially when she never felt like rebecca’s choice before. and incredibly frustrated/confused by how often the lines between their professional and familial relationships are blurred and what rebecca actually wants from her.

Relationship with Rook: veronica takes after rook a lot. in stat terms, the only trait they don’t share is stoic, and even then that’s veronica’s least extreme stat. people always told her how like her father she was growing up, and it’s a comparison she took/takes a lot of pride in! she looks up to him based on the stories, but more recently is uncomfortable with the comparisons. veronica would never have even come back to wayhaven if her life panned out as planned, let alone become a detective or joined the agency. that makes her doubt herself, and she feels like that doubt is letting rook down somehow.

rook is also part of the reason her relationship with rebecca isn’t as bad as it could be. she knows that rook loved her, and that he would want his family to be there for each other, so she feels obligated to at least try to make things better. but it’s really hard for her to move past everything to connect with rebecca (which also makes her feel like she’s disappointing rook).

Relationship with Bobby: they were together for a long time and veronica thought she loved him a lot! it was her first relationship, so she wasn’t sure a) what a “bad partner” looked like, or b) how to even be in a relationship or rely on someone in that way. so they spent a lot of time together and had great superficial chemistry, but veronica didn’t have enough experience with not feeling neglected to realize how shallow it was, or notice the red flags when she did occasionally open up. the plagiarism fiasco was a slap in the face, especially because it cost her internships/grad school apps/whatever, i don’t have the details, and forced her to move back to wayhaven after school. she’s still very hurt by it and finds it hard to be around bobby.

Relationship with Verda: due to the above plagiarism fiasco, veronica was pretty depressed when she moved back home, and disliking her job didn’t help. she was extremely jealous when verda was hired and wanted to hate him. but it did not take long for that to crumble into respect/admiration, and eventually into close friendship! verda is a role model for her; they bond over science; they joke easily and have good chill fun. she was really excited to see him piecing together the truth about the supernatural and then devastated to see how he reacted. she feels insanely guilty and thinks it was selfish of her to let him figure it out, but is also cautiously optimistic about making it up to him as of the book 3 demo.

Relationship with Tina: very close! veronica isolated herself when she came back to wayhaven after school, and she is so grateful to tina for being her closest friend and link to the rest of the world during that time. hates keeping the supernatural from her, though. she didn’t like lying to tina to begin with, but she feels even worse about it now that verda knows, and now that tina has clearly picked up on something being wrong but she still can’t say anything.

Relationship with the Mayor: cannot stand him. hates the way he talks about rook, hates the way he talks to rebecca. she cooperates as necessary but doesn’t bother hiding her lack of patience/respect for him.

Relationship with Capt. Sung: basically fine. i think veronica might be a little too casual for him in the way she works, but she always gets the job done so he’s not too bothered by it. (she is ‘bend the rules,’ but more ‘strict rules aren’t important as long as you’re still doing good work’ than the ‘boooo fuck paperwork’ variety. so it’s mostly fine.) she also appreciates him as a minor link to rook.

Relationship with Haley: very friendly, but not super close. they get along great and could make pleasant conversation for hours, but ultimately don’t know each other super well despite the familiarity of growing up together.

Relationship with Elidor: such a comforting presence for veronica during her recovery! she is so grateful, so fond.

Relationship with Tapeesa/Vieno: veronica loves vieno’s cranky-yet-friendly vibe and they get along well! not close, but will stop to chat whenever they pass each other.

Relationship with Unit Alpha: loves their energy. always looks forward to the next opportunity to chat with them, and fully supports any harmless dunking on UB even if she rarely joins in.

Relationship with the Maa-alused: going through the house of mirrors and then coming home for them to appear in her apartment and infect bobby was one of thee worst experiences of her life, and it’s hard for her to get past that + the illness in general. sympathizes with them, and got them to sign the treaty, but is still kind of unsettled by everything that happened and by falk.

Do they have any other important relationships, past or present? (Relatives, friends, etc.?): some vague figures i have in mind but no one i’ve really developed. a couple friends from college, and maybe an elderly couple that lives on her childhood street and used to check in her.

PERSONAL BIO

Describe their personality: her usual demeanor is very warm and casual. sincere but private--she’s pretty blunt and likes to be direct with people, but steers conversations away from personal topics. likes to joke around and doesn’t take herself that seriously. but behind all this, she’s extremely stubborn and won’t shy away from conflict if she thinks you’re in the wrong (which is why she seems like a different person in the first half of book 1. UB is surprised by how like... chill and nice she is once they clear the air). a workaholic, self-reliant and secure but still pretty hard on herself, takes a lot of responsibility for the people around her.

Strengths: so dedicated. honest and trustworthy, has a strong moral compass and can always be counted on to do her absolute best. flexible and intuitive, her brain works really fast.

Weaknesses: cannot compartmentalize or separate herself from a case, throws herself so recklessly into everything (in terms of both physical danger and emotional burnout). doesn’t necessarily hold grudges but has a hard time letting go of hurt, still can’t think objectively about bobby or rebecca.

Where in the world is their Wayhaven?: somewhere on the US east coast idk what to tell you. perhaps a carolina or a virginia.

What is their personal history?: veronica was pretty social and well-liked around wayhaven growing up. she was known as just a really good kid; she was an overachiever and got along with almost anyone. in college, she felt like she was free of something and took a very work hard/play hard approach to life. always doing or going, whether it was for school or work or fun. she really enjoyed life during this time but crashed and burned pretty hard when she and bobby broke up; a lot of her plans were delayed until the plagiarism incident was resolved and she didn’t really have the heart to pursue them afterwards.

a year or so after graduating, she returned to wayhaven with the intention of taking one more year to regroup, and she has been stuck there longer than she meant to be and has kind of hit a wall when book 1 starts.

If they weren't a detective, what would their dream job be?: she was on track to become a biochemist and it was her dream job but then the main plot happened to her.

Anything else you'd like to share: i don’t really know enough to fully explain this, but no OC i love is a cop so like. i think maybe the job she took when she got back to wayhaven was a douglas-esque receptionist role for detective reele’s private office. then reele retired and small town politics + veronica’s history of useful contributions to cases in her downtime at work led to her being pressured to take up the mantle. it’s hard to explain why she’s a detective when she so deeply does not want to be one but i am Trying (or maybe she would have jumped at the chance to do something marginally closer to forensics?? who knows)

RANDOM FACTS

Zodiac sign: aries is what i assigned her when i first made her and i think it suits her! plus it’d be fun for her and M to be twins. this goes hand-in-hand with my birthday commitment issues though

Hobbies: music (she plays guitar and bass and sings a little), running, gaming unfortunately. i could also see her having been into boxing or some martial art but idk what exactly!

Likes: early morning stillness, DIY projects, t-shirts with inexplicable slogans and other weird thrift store finds

Dislikes: overly sweet food or drink, when cold weather lasts too long, being lied to or “protected” from the truth

Drink of choice: something with gin maybe. also feels a great fondness and gratitude for cheap wine.

Starbucks order: i truly know nothing about coffee. is it weird to order black coffee at starbucks

Favorite food: variations on spicy chicken soup! she eats a lot of crockpot meals for convenience and they’ve grown on her, and she has a few different recipes based on whatever she has on hand.

Favorite color: maybe like a rusty orange

Favorite music: she will listen to anything, but her favorite is probably folk rock, or sometimes stuff with soul or old school country vibes. big thief is a good example of an artist she’d be into i think! also was very into the indie music scene in her college town and still follows some of those bands.

Favorite genre (and favorite movie/book/etc): loves old, campy, unselfconsciously optimistic sci-fi. loves star trek tos. also a fan of documentaries of all kinds.

Favorite season: summer

Anything else you'd like to share: a kiss for you reading this mwah

[asphalt-cocktail]

For the Sake of Content- Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Curiosity Killed the Cat 

Summary: After walking in on your long-term boyfriend, Harrison, cheating on you and then losing your job the following day; your find yourself broke, jobless, and single for the first time in a long while. In order to make ends meet, your best friend since college, Freddie, suggests you start soliciting explicit photos of yourself, not only to help boost your confidence but to help pay the rent for his band mate’s apartment you just moved into.

A/N: Hi everyone! Sorry this took me ages to write, I was having a bit of writers block with the chapter, but I finally got it out! I also finally got the plot moving and am hoping to make this around 15 chapters or so, maybe 20 if I can figure out some more discourse that could happen or something. But I’m open to suggestions for what the readers want to see! 

Pairing: Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex work, smut, fluff, some friendly banter between roger and reader, Dom!Roger, Angst, public kink, consensual filming, alcohol, smoking, mentions of cheating, idk its really just sex, not proof read

Word Count: 3.7k

The bar the boys played at tonight was dingy and small, per usual, but you found yourself not minding because you found that the dirtier the bar the better the beer and the better the crowd. You also had the company of Veronica while the two of you waited for the boys to go onstage, she told you about her night with John, apparently it went without a hitch and he loved the lingerie, as you suspected.

Roger pulled up to your side, slipping his hands around your waist and placing an open-mouthed kiss to your neck, “Do you want to do it before or after the show?” He murmured against your skin.

You felt your stomach clench and let out a soft nearly missed gasp before you shrugged him off “After, I wouldn’t want to ware you out too much.” You couldn’t help but drag your tongue along your lower lip in a tantalizing manor causing Roger to break out into a smug grin. You didn’t know why you wanted to make him wait, knowing what was coming made your nerves stand on end and caused you to clench your thighs together, maybe it was because you knew the build up would be worth it.

Roger’s face maintained his smirk and he slipped a hand under the skirt Freddie had helped you pick out and grabbed your ass in a less than graceful manor. You jumped and playfully shoved his chest, “Go set up your kit, rock star.” You joked as his hand lingered in place before he padded off.

The lights flickered on and off, catching the attention of everyone in the bar while your four favorite boys filed onstage and fiddled with their equipment and set it up. A murmuring hum of voices died down when the sound of the guitars tuning and tinkering on the drum set filled the room. It was loud, just how Fred liked it and you could feel the vibrations of Brian’s Red Special practically vibrating your teeth together and the beat of Roger’s bass drum thumping against your chest. You could already tell this concert would be good.

Roger twirled his sticks between his fingers and made faces at the girls in the crowd to rile them up, he wore his shawl with no shirt underneath and a pair of too tight jeans that he probably stole from the thrift store while his hair looked as though it was strategically messy. You couldn’t wait until he took you in the bathroom and fucked you against the bathroom stall.

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of Brian’s fancy guitar and Roger’s symbols crashed together and Freddie’s voice sang out. The lights flashed to the beat of Roger’s symbols and Freddie’s stylishly garish outfit flowed as he riled up the crowd with his movements. When the lights turned on, revealing their stage illuminated in red you couldn’t help but gape at them.

They truly all had magnificent stage presence. Brian and Freddie in their nearly matching outfits, John with his subtle head bobs that you knew would soon lean to him hopping about stage, and Roger’s brows furrowed with focus as he banged on his set for dear life.

The lights dramatically shifted to blue and Freddie stood confidently in the middle of the stage as he introduced the next song “It’s time for the” He took in a deep breath “Ogre Battle.”

Somewhere between the beginning of the concert and the small little drum solo break you saw beer, bouncing rhythmically on Roger’s drums as he threw his head back and spat. You could tell from the red lighting shined off his chest and the way his hair clumped together that he was covered in sweat. You quickly gulped down your beer before moving onto the next one you luckily had in your hand as your stomach clenched. His face was so determined, and his eyes looked wild, yet his movements seemed so effortless and the way he snarled into the microphone while he sang made you clench your beer a little tighter.

As they closed their show, Freddie has barely been able to say goodbye to the crowd before Roger was up, throwing his sticks off stage to some random audience member. He was now shirtless, except for the necklaces that layered his neck, and his hair was clinging to his face, shoulders, and back from the sticky layer of sweat that covered his body. He walked with long strides off stage, cleaning up his kit was the last thing on his mind right now.

It didn’t take him very long to find you in the crowd. Roger wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you against his sweaty and sticky chest, “Bathroom, now.” He hissed into your ear before he pulled away and gripped your hand and pulled you through the crowd of people.

As soon as you entered the dingey two stall woman’s restroom Roger pulled you into the closest stall and gripped your wrists, slamming you against the cool metallic stall. The cold metal bit into your skin and you let out a breathy gasp which was quickly swallowed as Roger crashed his lips against yours in a messy heated kiss. Your teeth clanked together, and you laced your fingers in Roger’s tangled and sweaty hair.

Roger’s hand slipped under your skirt and you could feel him smirking against your skin, “This pretty pussy of yours is all wet for me, innit?” He asked, nipping at your neck.

You hummed feeling the stubble on his chin scrape against your neck, “Only for you,” you responded with a coy smile.

Roger pulled away and peered at you through his lashes, “So how do you want to do this?” He asked, his expression suddenly going serious.

You swallowed thickly and handed him your phone, the video camera already out and ready for filming before you pulled him into another hot open-mouthed kiss, “Just fuck me already.” You mumbled against his soft lips.

A soft laugh rumbled through his chest as he turned you over and pushed you down at an angle. Instinctively your legs opened up for him to nestle between them. He held the camera up and lifted your skirt up with his free hand, smoothing it over the round swell of your ass and lightly slapping it. You jumped and sharply inhaled as you felt him grind against your clothed and wet core, “Fuck me, please.” You pushed back against him desperately.

You could imagine the stupid cheeky grin on Roger’s face as the words left your lips, but your mind quickly went blank as soon as he pushed your panties to the side and the cool bathroom air brushed against you. You tensed ever so slightly, and your stomach filled with nerves; you could hear the sound of the crowd outside and the thrill of getting caught went straight to your core and made you throb. Roger’s hand dove between your legs and harshly rubbed your clit, not bothering to build up to the aggressive and almost overstimulating sensation. You cooed and your back arched at the sensation, “Quiet, love.” Roger mumbled as he slipped two fingers into you, “Don’t want anyone hearing how much of a slut you are.” He mocked as he pumped his fingers in and out of your wet core.

It felt as though the sounds of your wetness were echoing off the walls and slamming against your eardrums. You couldn’t help but whimper out as his rough fingers curled expertly inside you. Roger immediately pulled the out, “Turn around,” He commanded, a shiver crept down your spine and you turned around to face him. He’d taken off the silky little sash he had tied to his pants, “Open.” He demanded and cupped your face, squeezing your cheeks together to force your mouth open.

You winced slightly feeling your teeth biting into your cheek and, “What?” You asked now confused.

“I told you not to make any fucking noise, didn’t I?” He chastised before letting out a disappointed sigh, “Apologize.” He ordered still roughly holding your cheeks.

Your heart hammered against your chest and you followed his orders, “I’m sorry,” You whimpered and closed your mouth.

Roger shook his head, “I said open,” He lightly shook your jaw and forced your mouth open, “Since you can’t be quiet, I’ll help you.” He flashed you a cheeky smirk as you mumbled a soft thank you and opened your mouth. Roger slipped the silky and slightly musky smelling fabric into your mouth and you couldn’t help but pout a little bit.

You were quickly turned and pressed against the bathroom stall at an angle once again. Roger didn’t bother taking your panties off, instead he just pushed them aside and pushed in after he slipped his condom on. The pace Roger set was ruthless and unforgiving, his hips slapped against yours in quick succession while your hands curled against the metal you were using for support. The metal bit into your hot skin and made your nerves stand on end while muffled noises spilled from your lips and into the silk barrier Roger had shoved into it only moments prior.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you rested the side of your face against the door, not caring how filthy it was in the moment. The door rattled with the force of your body slamming into it over and over again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Roger cursed through gritted teeth.

All of a sudden, he stopped and hushed the sounds of protest you whimpered out. The door creaked open and you could hear chatter among two women as they walked in. You turned to look at Roger, your face red on one side from the door and eyes hazy; his brows were tightly knit together but the expression of concentration was soon traded for something slightly more devilish.

Slowly he moved his hips back and forth at an agonizing pace. Your brain felt as though it was boiling in your head and soon your thoughts were filled with TV static.

“Oh my gosh did you see the band before?” One of the women asked.

“Yeah, what was their name again? Queen? God that one with the hair? What a snack.” Their conversation was practically flowing from one ear and out the other.

“The one with black hair? Oh my god, those curls were to DIE for.”

Roger rolled his eyes and lightly scoffed at the comments the women made regarding Brian while keeping his leisurely pace.  Your brows furrowed and eyes clenched tightly shut as you tried to maintain your composure with the two women in the room. For some reason the prospect of getting caught aroused you more and caused your walls to twitch around Roger’s length.  You could feel tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and desperately tried to hold back the whimper that was caught in the back of your throat.

The two women left the room and you let out a choked sob as your walls spasmed and clenched around Roger’s length. Your back arched and your breasts pressed against the stall door, lightly nipping through the fabric of your shirt. The overwhelming sensation and contrast of temperature caused your brain to go muddy and soon blank.

Roger gripped the meat of your ass tightly “Fuck, oh shit.” He hissed out as you continued to throb around him. He pumped in and out at a quicker pace, “You were such a good girl,” He said in a haggard tone. His hips slapped against yours, his climax still far off in the distance, “Not making any sound as I fucked you when they came in.” His breathing was heavy and labored as his orgasm came into view. “Fucking Christ.” He clenched his jaw and hissed out as he finally came, shooting into the condom and riding out his high.

After the two of you cleaned yourselves up in the restroom, Roger grinned up at you, still drunk with pleasure, “You were fucking brilliant.” He said, you couldn’t help but look at the sash that was once stuffed in your mouth and was now tied around his waist, a dark damp spot gathered on the fabric.

You shook your head, trying to clear it of the lewd thoughts, “If I was that great, buy me a drink.” You teased.

Roger’s face maintained his grin, “I can manage that.” He said and straightened himself up before moving to exit the stall.

You stopped and stood in the mirror and fixed your hair, Roger came behind you and wrapped his hands around your waist “You look great.” He said and kissed your shoulder softly.

You felt your heart clench at his words, “Thanks,” You mumbled under your breath.

Roger left the bathroom and a cool rush of air hit your back that he once covered. You couldn’t help but find yourself longing for the familiar warmth he brought to you.

Exiting the bathroom wasn’t any trouble, what you found trouble in was the questions you were battered with from Freddie as soon as you got back to the table, “Where did you go?” Freddie asked, leaning both his elbows onto the table while leaning forward.

You pursed your lips, “Smoke break.” You said smiling softly.

Freddie hummed and clicked his tongue against his teeth, “That must have been a long cigarette for you to be gone for thirty minutes.” He said and tapped his chin, looking over to Roger, “And what about you?” He pressed.

Roger shrugged his shoulders, “Fucked some girl I saw in the crowd in the bathroom.” He said as honestly as he could. You tried to shoot him a look, but he didn’t even give you a second glance.

Fred grinned “You dog, Rog.” He said, slapping his friend on the shoulder. Roger surged forward and coughed up what he inhaled of his drink as it splattered all on the exposed skin of his chest.

You let out a soft huff before slamming the rest of your drink down and getting up, “Anyone need another drink? I’m going up to get one.” You said pausing for a moment.

Veronica raised her hand, quickly finishing her drink, “I’ll get a refill.” She said scooting out past the boys.

The two of you walked up to the bar and patiently waited for the bartender to wait on you, “So where did you really go?” Veronica said with a sly smirk playing on her face.

You shifted, nervously tapping your fist of money on the bar, “I don’t you, to the bar.” You couldn’t hide the smile that gave way the fact that you were lying.

“Come on, I won’t tell anyone.” She leaned closer in, hoping you’d spill.

You let out a deep sigh, “I was with Roger.” You rushed out.

Veronica gaped at you, her mouth hanging ajar and eyes wide “You where what!?!” She shouted, “You and Roger!?! Shagging!?!” her voice continued to raise in pitch as her disbelief increased

You quickly pulled her close and shushed her, “Please don’t tell anyone!” You pleaded, “It’s nothing, really, just casual.”

Veronica grinned manically at you, “How is he? Does he live up to the hype?” She pried, “I mean he must be in order to shag in the bathroom…”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, “I mean, yeah, he’s fine.” You bashfully averted your gaze. Veronica’s smile suddenly fell, and her eyes narrowed as she looked over your shoulder; you turned and followed her gaze, “What?” you pressed struggling to pick out what had soured her mood so suddenly.

She nudged her direction, helping to give you a general direction of where to look and then you saw it, Roger was talking to a pretty girl. You could spot her dark hair and olive skin tone even in the dimly lit bar. You pursed your lips, “Who’s that?” You asked, seeing Roger break away from their hug and keep his hand on the small of her back.

“Roger’s ex-girlfriend. Dominique.” The words dripped from her mouth like sludge.

“I’ve never heard of her before.” It was the truth, neither Roger nor Fred had mentioned her at all.

Veronica sighed and turned towards the bar, finally ordering drinks for the both of you, “They were together for three years, broke up shortly after John and I started dating.” She turned towards you, “Didn’t you ask Fred, why Roger had been looking for a new roommate?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I didn’t think of it,”

She pursed her lips, “I don’t know a lot about their breakup, but I do know Roger was heartbroken, didn’t see the poor lad for weeks.” She hummed and sipped her drink, “He broke it off with her though, I know that much.” She paused for a moment, glancing back over at Roger, “Fred didn’t like her very much.” She added before she began walking back towards the table.

Veronica slipped back into her seat next to John and you searched the table but found that there were no more open seats, Dominque had taken your spot and was happily chatting away with Roger. He was grinning from ear to ear and for some reason, it made your stomach churn.  You turned towards Fred, his brows were tightly knit and his lips were pursed together before he finally caught your gaze and flashed you an award winning smile.

“Dom!” He said catching her attention, “This is [Y/N], Roger’s new roommate.”

Dominique looked you up and down slowly, as though she were inspecting every inch, “[Y/N]!” She grinned at you, “Dominique.” She reached her hand out for you to shake which you graciously took and grasped firmly, “How is it living with Rog?” She smiled and scrunched her nose.

You couldn’t help but let out an awkward laugh, “Oh, well, you know,” You shrugged, “He eats my food and struggled to do dishes, but he isn’t too bad.”

Roger scoffed loudly and rolled his eyes, “I told you if you don’t want it to be eaten, mark it!” He teased you.

Everyone conversed through out the night, but you continued to stand awkwardly to the side. You felt as though you were now looking at a group with established dynamics and history, they were catching up like old friends and here you were intruding. You weren’t even friends with anyone else in the group beside for Freddie, sure you and Veronica were now close acquaintances, but you still felt as though you were cast out.

You didn’t know what to say or how to interact, so you did the first thing that came to mind. You slammed your drink and raised your glass, “I’m going to get refills, anyone want to tag along?” You asked, looking around the table, to your surprise Brian stood up.

“I’ll join.” He said finishing the last little bit of his beverage.

Going to the bar with Brian didn’t make you feel more comfortable, if anything it made you feel more uncomfortable than you had before. His tall lanky frame dwarfed you and his hair and eloquent speech intimidated you. Not to mention you had maybe said five words to the guy in the entire time you’d known him. Brian flagged down the bartender, “Scotch and coke,” He ordered before turning towards you, “Do you want anything? I’ll buy as a thank you for getting me away from that insufferable woman.” He grinned at you with a surprising amount of playfulness.

You couldn’t help but grin back, “Surprise me, but no dark liquor.” You said and within the minute Brian had handed you what you could assume was something mixed with vodka. “No fond of Dom?” You pressed, hoping for some answers to your curiosity.

Brian scoffed, “Not in the slightest.” He said, leaning against the bar and stalling on going back to the table, “Roger was a right bitch when he broke up with her.” He sighed, “He’s already a bit of a pain but that made it worse.”

You smiled, knowing Roger and Brian bickered like brothers, “Why’d they break up?” Curiosity killed the cat and frankly, you were begging for it.

Brian pursed his thin lips, “I think she cheated on him or something,” He let out a deep sigh, “It wasn’t like a one off, it was like she had a whole different long term relationship going on at the same time.” He shook his head.

You frowned probably knowing how Roger felt in the moment. “It’s a shame,” You said and cleared your throat, “Roger’s an idiot but he doesn’t deserve that.”

Brian raised his glass in agreement, “We should head back.”

By the time you returned with your drinks, Roger and Dominique were whispering and giggling quietly to each other. Your frown got deeper every time you heard one of them giggling, so once again you downed your drink, allowing it to fuel your sudden need to go home, “I’m catching a ride back.” You said suddenly and grabbing your jacket off the back of the chair.

You didn’t know if it your brain was muddied from the sex or what, but you needed to leave before something happened. Fred perked up and glanced at you, “Do you want anyone to ride back with you?” he asked.

You shrugged, but then quickly followed it with a head shake, “No, Roger’s a little preoccupied and I don’t want to trouble any of you.” Your words sounded bitter and you couldn’t hide it anymore.

It didn’t surprise you when Roger didn’t bother to look over at you as you said your name or as you left.

Your ride home was quiet, and you made polite conversation with your driver, but still the bitter emotions seeped out of you like sweat. Even as you readied yourself for bed you couldn’t help but stair at the ceiling, silently hoping you’d hear the familiar sound of Roger stumble through the door and drop his keys like he usually did on nights out, but you didn’t. Instead you just heard the unfamiliar creaks of the apartment building as it settled.

NOTE: Hi again! I just wanted to add that this chapter doesn’t mean any slander towards Dominique, it's literally just for the sake of advancing the plot and causing some spicy drama  

[rightnowyoucanttell]

𝘼𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 || .G.D.

(This songs an oldie, but It popped up on my random artist playlist, and I was inspired. Haha, enjoy ig..)

Title: Alone Again, Naturally 

Summary: Veronica Chandler seems to be only destined for heartbreak. After a failed attempt to rebound on her toxic ex, she makes a routine trip to her local 24 hour Starbucks, in which she meets a handsome stranger.. and oh,  who happens to be the spitting image to the photo of the tinder date who stood her up....

Relationship: Grayson Dolan and Veronica Chandler

Word Count: 2,034

Tags (*updated*) : @dzoint ​ @graysavant @blindedbythelightt ​ @tadadolan @heartofalionxo  @beatement-l   @grayswhore @tattoogray ​@saggitariusagirl

Author’s note: First, this is total shit, i’m sorry. Second, I  did the stupidest thing of all time. I gave my OC the same name as the main character in the novel i’m writing on wattpad (to self plug, or not to self plug that is the question; i’ll take self plug for 100, Alex) why am i so stupid? Well, i'm too lazy to change it so. 

Third, i was inspired when the twins talked about dating apps and just like idk where this came from, must be out of my ass because it’s shit. 

I actually laughed at that...

Fourth, feedback is like the most important thing to me, like ever? So, feel free to lmk what y’all think, if this becomes a series I will be taking concepts. 

Veronica Chandler is destined for great things. Planning her future, modeling and working as a struggling actress, she could go off and marry some lawyer. But, the only thing she did seem destined for was heartbreak.

Ronnie knew it had been too soon. Not even a month ago she had broken up with her ex, Jonathan. She also knew this, when she was attracted to a man on tinder with the same name, mostly because of the name. She wasn’t over the man who man who ruined her life to all hell. But, the comfort of a relationship was all she needed and desperately strived for.

Jonathan, was an artist, mad at the world needing to find himself. So, each night he did just so. Jonathan would go out to ‘find himself’ and along the way he found, Roxanne, Malibu, Dianne and Eileen. Jonathan drank, and he would physically and mentally abuse a good strong woman, who for the longest time couldn’t bring herself to walk out of his life.

Each time, from the first to the third she was too lonely, desperate and down on herself to let him loose. But, after he cheated on her with a married forty-year-old woman with four children, that was when Mama Chandler intervened and scared him half to fucking hell. That woman raised no fool, and if she did it was Veronica’s older brother, Noah.  Veronica was just a sad young woman who couldn’t keep a man because they used her.

This night in particular was her rebound date at a local vegan restaurant. A fancy one. With velvet rugs, chandeliers, expensive wines, however with decently sized portions. Veronica stood outside waiting for Jonathan. Who was described in his photo as muscular, a builder with brown hair and eyes and often in there messages boasted about such muscularity.

It was dark. He planned to meet her at 5:30. It was 7:30. Groups passed her. Parties on the street began talking, while the mannequins in store fronts slept under the lights. But, Ronnie was sure, this guy was genuine, and would be the best rebound. 

But, her plans and dreams were foiled when 8:30 hit, she decided to leave embarrassed and ashamed she thought it would turn out differently, she should have known. Her mosquito allergy becoming aggravated just as much as her. She sulked. She never really dressed to impress others, she wore heels, a leather jacket paired with a silk revealing top and boot cuts black jeans. That’s when the heaven on earth shone down upon her, a burning bush of sorts.

           A 24 hour starbucks.

As she walked down the sidewalk slowly, she was tired of being let down; tired of catering to the whims of others, ready to return home and make a stray of financially irresponsible choices online, she entered through the glass doors and into the small shop in Hollywood. The cool yet humid summer air from outside was left behind in the warmth of the shop, that’s when she saw him.

A tall handsome stranger, brown hair and eyes, with muscular arms. She fell for him immediately, he was gorgeous. But, then. Veronica realized something, the same man, the handsome stranger, was either the same person or a bicep by bicep replica of the man she was supposed to meet tonight, at that Vegan restaurant.

The fire fueled deep down, but she ignored it when she got in line to the left of him ready for her Pink Drink and croissant so she could run to the nearest Ralph’s and purchase two tubs of strawberry ice cream, she’d be needing it. The line shifted. She shifted on her feet, he did the same.

Veronica tapped her foot. That’s when the stranger started talking,”Whoah. Slow down there ‘Miss i’m on a mission’.”

His voice was deep and hoarse, he sounded like he had been having a night himself. Veronica ignored the voice that in some ways drew her closer.

“I’m Grayson, By the way..” the named stranger drifted. That’s when Veronica snapped. The man was Jonathan or she thought, and he was ignorant enough to poach the woman he stood up, again, she thought.

“How can you be so arrogant and glib, after everything you’ve done?” Veronica whipped her head to the right of him snapping out of anger and then with no response

“Ah, she’s brave. Calling me arrogant and glib, without even knowing me, cool.” Grayson scoffed and nodded, shrugging it off, and moving forward in the line before stopping yet again.

Ronnie tapped her foot miserable an angry…”Without knowing you? I know you. Your the kind of guy who’s shows up a girl, and breaks the rules because you think it’s cute.”

“Do You think it’s cute?” He lanced over to her smirking a devilish smirk. She scoffed and crossed her arms with her jacket draped over one of them, shaking her head as the crazily long late night line, shifted forward. ‘Grayson’ may have won the battle by showing her up, but his blatant lies would lose the war to Veronica.

“Spare me your routine, i assume that’s what this” she gestured to Grayson,”-cut it out okay? Or, i’ll make your life a living hell.”

“Sorry, not into a relationship at the moment,” he joked before turning back to face the options board, even though his order was almost always the same. Ronnie rolled her eyes. Ronnie's eyes were tired. She felt physically ready whoop this man;s ass, but mentally and emotionally drained.

“And, by the way. No. I do not think it’s fucking cute..” Veronica replied after a few moments of silence. Veronica mumbled cruising, barely audible to Grayson. Veronica was so confused, and so irritated, she didn’t no what to believe. She sighed and went for her phone fumbling for her back pocket, and opening the tinder profile of ‘Jonathan’, “Explain this.”

The screen illuminated a photo of Grayson with the name Jonathan below it. He had still had long hair at this point, right before it’s annoyance shaggy length.Grayson was shirtless in the photo with a chain necklace around his neck. Grayson squinted to examine the photo on the app and chuckled as he passed it back to Veronica.

“You, my dear, got catfished. By someone posing to be, yours truly. I’ve never had tinder and haven’t used a dating app since I was like, fourteen..” Veronica rolled her eyes at his comment before scrunching her brows in confusion but not enough to continue to pry,”..don’t believe me? Search ‘Grayson Dolan’ on instagram or twitter, you’ll owe me an apology.” Grayson snapped as hurt in reply and turned away from the fabric keeping a distance between the two. 

  Grayson felt for Veronica, he could hear the pain in her silence, the sadness in her eyes, the facade of a mask she put on,  even if he didn’t know her name, like her he had been pining for love. The same night he had been dumped via text by his ex girlfriend, also his ghost of days of business past, ex- assistant, before Sterling. He should have known it was a mistake, and Ethan warned him several times, but  much like Veronica with OG Jonathan, he blamed love for his feelings. 

Grayson was tired, wanting to head home with a cup of joe, but this unidentified juliet, across from him caught his eye, and there was no turning back. 

The line shifted. Hesitantly she opened instagram and search the name and she stopped, in her tracks. She owed this man apology, Grayson Dolan, he was a real guy, with a huge following however she never heard of him. She followed him, sighed and put her phone back into her pocket.And yes, he was good looking, she fell for the looks a little more than the name.

“..i--i’m sorry. Guess you were right, I was wrong..” Veronica managed to croak out. Grayson’s phone notified him from his pocket, he checked it smirked, followed her back and placed it back into his pocket.

Grayson looked over to the brunette Brazilian to the right of him. She tapped her foot nervously, as she picked her brain for a better apology. She felt herself loosen, knowing he was just trying to help, and didn’t stood up. Her demeanor changes, this man was a kind stranger who just happened to be the man in the photos she was catfished with, the real Grayson did nothing wrong.

“-., so this Jonathan, what happened?” He asked looking into her dark brown eyes, meaning it. Wanting to know everything about the stranger that made him want to know here. She laughed flashing a smile all the while. Her laugh, Grayson thought. The way she talked and laughed, when she was enjoying herself, it was all so lyrical, it made him want to laugh.

He looked at Veronica, like, really looked at her. The way the lighting reflected on her sparkly eyeshadow. Her dark green eyes, her long luscious and free riding dark brown hair, that had been straightened from its naturally curly form.

“..Well, I uh, met him on Tinder and he stood me up. I just got out of a nast relationship and he was my rebound, but he’s probably some weird guy living in his mother's basement-” she sighed opening up to him. She smiled at her own comedic relief comment. Hiding behind humour was something she did.

Grayson laughed, becoming serious,”I’m sorry, that sucks. What about your ex?”he pried further, there were only three people in front of them, all by themselves, swarmed by the world living in their phones.

“He was a cheater, a drinker and beater, who just so also happened to be named Jonathan..” the negative memories stirred up again in front of her. The pain on her shoulder came back, so did the reminiscence, drawing and pulling her into a melancholy flashback. 

                                                    ~~~

"Where would you like me to go, hmm? Ronnie!" he shoved her to the ground and she fell backwards dislocating her shoulder. She winced in pain, it had pulsated throughout her body. She knew she had to do this, for herself, the well being of herself for once. Did she want to? No. It scared her. He scared her.

Once he got the clout he wanted he changed, he was living off of her earnings, living in her apartment at the time, using her car, and she was forced to nod and smile along with it like some big ugly joke of a play. 

"How about for starters-" she managed between heavy sobs of pain and trying to prop herself against the reclining part of the sofa she was thrown in front of,"..hell? Take your toothbrush and your shave kit, and try some bleach in your cereal, i'm done. Okay? Go away, J!"

                                                            ~~~

Ronnie was back to reality when she heard Gray's voice,"..Safe to assume you have a type, then?"he asked really looking at the beautiful woman in front of his eyes.

 “Yeah. I try so hard but,”Veronica felt sad,” but, i’m never the one.” she felt even sadder memories of her ex flashing before her, she shrugged it off and continued,”…alone again, naturally, I guess.”

Grayson and Veronica were now the first in line,”Hey, let me buy your drink. Maybe we could be alone again, together…” Veronica smiled, and nodded.

“I’d like that..”

                       ~~~   

Later that night the two walked into the humid, yet comfortingly cool, heat together side by side after a two-hour conversation just on life.

“I, uh, better walk to my car.” Veronica said in front of Grayson’s porsche. Her jacket was around her shoulders and covered her arms,”I had fun, tonight” she held out a starbucks napkin she secretly wrote her number on, the wind tossed it gently back and forward. He smiled and breathed out a friendly, good night. He hated to see her go so soon, but would love to watch her leave.

“Wait, I never got your name-”he hollered down into the cold night on the streets of Los Angeles. Veronica turned around and continued walking backwards, her hair following and tracing her every move.

“It’s Veronica.” she breathed before giving him one last look with her deep green eyes and turning back down the sidewalk, heading to her car and driving into the night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Should I make this a series? If so, what to name it, i’m thinking lyrical and each chapter is a song name? lmk. 

AHH i'm nervous to post this, but fuck it, right? No day but today. 

i’ll stop. 

[uncannycyke]

I think the whole poly thing could go two ways. Either this is all just one reality or something like that and these were never our characters .. and this was a one run thing OR Marvel fears to address Jott, Scemma and Jogan. So Writers don’t wanna piss off fandoms .. so this was a cheap way out to unite everyone and not have to write good story that would resolve all parties. Lazy writing for both scenarios

oh yeah ok here’s the thing......you know...i’m a jaded gay. i’m not new here. they aren’t poly. not really. it’s just a coexistence of scottjean, jogan, and scemma. marvel will never be that ambitious lol. thats why im like ok instead of queerbait and whatever THIS is show me my actual gay characters like karma and rictor if you want me to believe you are dedicated to anything other than heterosexual romances. 

and yeah thats what it is. its just “everything is canon!” and the way JDW described it before was “if archie can date betty and veronica at different times why can’t scott date jean and emma?” ignoring that thats not how archie works at all lmao, its pretty clear what the intention is. same thing when we saw bable go on a date with pixie on one arm and hisako on the other. we know what’s happening --they’re constantly telling us. they just don’t show us which is creating weird bait and just.....annoyance?

if u wanna say everyone can have their staple ship what is stopping them??? its been a year and all we know is jogan. its just odd. and it was cheap and lazy and even cheaper and lazier by not showing these interactions or how this arrangement came to be?????/

and idk....u just know by the end of this, status quo will return. this either becomes all au or not really these characters so things go back to love triangles. thats why im like ok whatever. like we know where this is going and how it’ll end lol. we know what this is. anyone who thinks marvel has taken some Bold Step is giving them waaaaay to much undeserved credit. 

[justheretobreakthings]

Welcome to the Family - Chapter 3

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Word Count: 2,151 (Total Word Count: 6,340) Read on AO3

Story Summary: Lance had been excited about his family taking in a foster kid, eager to get to meet his brand new little brother or sister, who would surely adore and idolize their super cool Big Brother Lance. What he got instead was a sullen, quiet, temperamental teenage housemate with a criminal record and a disastrous haircut.

Lance: hes here. car just pulled into the street

Pidge: Tell him hi from us.

Lance: he doesnt know u

Pidge: So that means we can’t be friendly?

Hunk: what’s he like?

Lance: idk hes not even thru the door yet. text u back soon

Lance shut off the screen of his phone and shoved it into his pocket as he got up to bound down the staircase where he’d been perched on the top step. “Rachel!” he called as he descended. “Keith’s here!”

“You don’t need to yell,” Rachel spoke up from where she’d been lounging across the couch in the front room. She sat up, closing her laptop and setting it aside before she stretched and looked over to where Lance had landed and was now trying to peer into the driveway through the frosted-glass window of the front door. “You spotted him?”

“Yeah, he’s getting out of the car now,” Lance answered, face still pressed to the glass.

“What does he look like?”

“Blurry.”

“Should have guessed. Step back from the door, would you, Lance? You’re gonna freak him out.”

Right as she said it the doorknob began turning, and Lance jumped back, narrowly avoiding being hit in the face by the door as it swung inward to usher in his broadly smiling mother. “Lance, Rach- oh, good, you’re both here,” she said. “You two ready to say hi to your new brother? Come on in, Keith, come meet the family. Well, two of the family.”

She stepped aside to make room for the other figure walking up the front steps, and Lance got his first good look at his new brother.

The first descriptor that crossed Lance’s mind at the sight of Keith was ‘emo’, but that wasn’t quite the right fit. The pale skin and black hair looked to be their natural tones, not makeup or hair dye, and he also didn’t have any jewelry or nail polish or decals on his clothes to indicate that he may have been going for that sort of aesthetic. He just had the colors right, what with the black of his tee shirt and scuffed shoes and jeans that looked to be growing too small on him, and the red of the red zip-up sweatshirt he wore over it even in the middle of August in Arizona.

He did, though, do a great job of pulling off that distinctly emo ‘don’t talk to me, don’t look at me, don’t look in my direction, life is pain’ scowl that he wore across his face - a face which, with its smooth features and bold indigo eyes, could have been good-looking if it weren’t for the thick brown-pink mark slicing through one of his cheeks and the surrounding mane of hair that was so uneven it looked as if it had been cut with gardening shears.

Still, Lance had seen worse, and appearances could be deceiving; this could still be a great, fun guy to have around. So he kept up his smile as he said, “I’m Lance, nice to meetcha.”

Keith nodded silently in greeting, and did the same to Rachel when she introduced herself as well, but didn’t offer his own name in return. “So, uh,” Lance said, “Mamá said that you’re going into sophomore year too, yeah? So the two of us, we’re gonna be classmates as well as brothers. That’ll - that’ll be fun.”

Again Keith was silent, just shrugging in reply, and Lance frowned and turned to his mother. “¿Puede él hablar?” he asked her. Can he talk?

“Sí,” she answered. “Y él no habla español, así que no seas grosero.” Yes, and he doesn’t speak Spanish, so don’t be rude. A glance back toward Keith confirmed this, as his eyes were narrowed and darting back and forth between the two of them, brows bunched in confusion. Lance simply clicked his tongue, settling back with hands on his hips. There was nothing rude about speaking his own language in his own home.

“Now, Keith,” his mother continued, “Do you want me to give you a tour of the house first, or do you want to start unpacking your things?”

“Um, tour’s fine,” Keith mumbled, faint but still loudly enough for Lance to finally get to hear his voice. It was low and just a little raspy, although the rasp may just have been from the low volume.

“Excellent!” his mother said. “I could have Lance or Rachel drop you duffel into your room so you - ”

“No,” Keith said sharply, pulling his bag back and moving to grip the shoulder strap with both hands.

“Suit yourself,” she said with an easy shrug, as if there was nothing even remotely unusual or suspicious about that sort of response. “We’ve got the family room here, and you’re free to use the family Netflix account on the TV as much as you want, and there’s a Nintendo Playstation hooked up to the - ”

“Those are two different things, Mamá,” Rachel interrupted. “And we have an Xbox, which is neither of those.”

“Oh, well, whatever it is, if you want to play video games, you can use that. The dining room’s this way - mind that coat rack, dear, it tips easily, I keep saying that we need to get a new one, maybe hooks on the wall instead or something, just never do get around to it - and through here is the kitchen, I’ll show you where everything goes - ”

She guided Keith through the dining room, initially trying to put a hand on his shoulder to steer him, but simply leading the way touch-free after he grimaced and shrugged the hand off of him. Lance followed, idly pulling his phone from his pocket to see a handful of new texts from Pidge and Hunk asking for more details about Keith. He shot them a quick response.

Lance: hes quiet

He watched as his mother opened and closed drawers and cupboards one after another, showing Keith where they kept the cutlery, bowls, plates, canned goods, cereal, pots and pans, instructing him on what goes where in the fridge and demonstrating which burner on the stove didn’t work, all while Keith maintained that perpetual scowl, answering only with soft grunts, before adding:

Lance: and kinda grouchy

He shut his phone’s screen off and tagged along as his mother and Keith moved on to the home office and bathroom and then downstairs to the basement, waiting until the tour had made its way to the laundry room and his mother began explaining how their washer and dryer worked before looking at Pidge and Hunk’s two very different replies.

Pidge: Of course he’s grouchy, he just discovered he’s going to be living with YOU.

Hunk: He’s probably just nervous.

Lance made a face and texted back.

Lance: im a DELIGHT to live with jsyk. & hes def giving off sort of an emo vibe

Pidge: How emo?

Lance: what do u mean

Pidge: On a scale of 1-10.

Lance: u cant quantify emo

He nearly didn’t notice the laundry crash course wrapping up and his mother and Keith heading out the door of the laundry room, so he saved the texting for later and hastened to follow as they started upstairs toward the bedroom.

His mother didn’t give a thorough tour of the rooms, to Lance’s relief, just quick peeks inside and naming which room belonged to whom. “Excuse the mess,” she said when she opened Lance’s door. “I swear, mijo, you have more clothes on your floor than you wear in a year.”

“Oh, it’s not that bad,” Lance said, rolling his eyes. Honestly, his mother had once seen Pidge’s room when the Holts had had the McClains over for dinner; she should have forfeited all rights to complain about messes on that fateful night.

“And here’s your bedroom, Keith,” his mother said, reaching the door at the end of the hall and opening it to reveal the skeleton of Luis and Marco’s former room, now empty with bare surfaces on the dresser and desk and bookshelf from their long lack of occupancy. “Once you’re settled in we can do a bit of decorating to help it feel more homey, if you’d like. I mentioned that shopping trip we could take sometime soon, get some new things for you?” She glanced toward Keith’s duffel bag before asking, “Does this room work all right for you? You need anything?”

“I’m fine,” Keith said softly.

“That’s good, that’s good. Well, now that you’ve got the lay of the land, I’m going to get dinner started up. Veronica should be coming home any minute, and Manuel will definitely be home for dinner, so I’ll make sure they stop and stay hello when they show up. Lance, be a lamb and help Keith get his stuff unpacked and in their places, would you?”

“Sure, Mamá,” Lance replied as his mother sidled out the room. “There more bags in the car for me to bring in, or - ?”

“No, just the one.” Lance raised a brow, about to ask why Keith would need help unpacking just one bag, but his mother leaned in to whisper, “Talk to him, okay? Just make him feel welcome.”

That made more sense. Lance eased his way into the room as his mother left. Keith had already set his bag onto the bed and was removing a little stack of shirts from it. “You, uh, need any help with that?” Lance asked.

Keith scowled over at him. Which was fair; that stack of shirts probably weighed two pounds at most. “Ah, I just meant, you know where that stuff goes?”

“... The dresser?”

“Yeah. You - you got this, sorry.” Lance rocked on his heels as Keith moved toward the dresser, the latter still eyeing him cautiously. “So, uh,” Lance tried again, “Where you from?”

“Around,” Keith answered with a shrug.

Right. Foster kid. Probably moved around a lot. He was on a roll with stupid questions. “Well, uh, where are you from, like, most recently? Before here?”

Keith paused, frozen halfway through setting his clothes down in a dresser drawer, and it was several seconds before he quietly answered, “Holbrook.”

“Don’t think I’ve heard of it,” Lance said. “You like it there?”

This time Keith didn’t answer at all, instead simply slamming the dresser drawer shut and moving back to his bag. He fished into it and pulled out a toothbrush and comb. “Where’s the bathroom again?” he asked.

“Second door on the left,” Lance answered, and Keith turned to leave the room without so much as glancing at Lance.

Lance simply rolled his eyes and strolled over to the bed, where he sat and glance into the open duffle bag. He nudged a gray sweatshirt aside to see a number of balled-up pairs of socks and boxers, a faded stuffed hippopotamus, and a few CDs in cases scattered across the bottom of the bag. He tilted his head to look at the titles. John Mellencamp, The Clash, Blue Cheer, a Chuck Barry CD with a spiderweb of cracks across the plastic case. Lance picked up ‘Janis Joplin’s Greatest Hits’, examining the remains of the garage sale sticker still covering the singer’s face. “So you’re into the old-timey, rock, huh? Funny, I would have pegged you more for MCR or Linkin Park or - ”

He hadn’t noticed Keith’s footsteps thundering down the hall until the other boy was already in the room, practically shoving Lance off the bed and yanking the bag back toward him. “Hey!” Lance yelped, grabbing onto the bedpost to keep from slipping onto the floor.

“Why were you going through my stuff?” Keith snarled, pulling the bag back further.

“Wha- I dunno, I was just, you know, seeing if you had, like - like, any interests or anything, that’s all. Calm down, man.”

That was probably the wrong thing to say, because Keith’s glare just darkened further. “Don’t touch my stuff,” he growled.

“I’m sorry. Is it, uh, is it because of the hippo? You don’t have to be embarrassed, I sleep with a stuffed animal too, lots of people do.”

Keith huffed and turned away from him. “I can unpack by myself. You can leave.”

“Are you… are you sure you don’t wanna, like, hang out, chat a bit?”

The scowl that Keith leveled in his direction was as firm a ‘no’ as humanly possible. So Lance sheepishly straightened up and headed out of the room, Keith shutting the door firmly behind him.

With a sigh, Lance pulled his phone back out, turning the screen on to see that Pidge had proposed an essay’s worth of criteria to quantify emo onto a ten-point scale. Ignoring that for now, Lance started to text.

Lance: hey hunk remember when u said keith was gonna be a cool friendly guy who will love hanging out with me?

Hunk: yeah? why?

Lance: guess what, im starting to think u were wrong

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Have You Got the Guts || Pairing: FP Jones x Lodge!Reader (Veronicas older sister maybe I didn't use any names even Lodge just because I know sometimes that take me out of it)

Warnings: SMUT, age gap, light choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos) I think that's all.

This kinda got away from me and now I have s whole back story and everything so idk I could continue it but I'm not sure.

"Fuck we've been driving forever!!" Your friend said and you side eyed her. "What? I'm not that excited to visit your childhood home...sue me."

"Can we please stop somewhere?" She whined and you managed to hold in an eye roll. You saw the Whyte Wyrm fast approaching. You hoped your friend wouldn't notice it.

You should have known better.

"Hey!! That's a bar!! Please pull off for a drink!" You were ready to protest, especially since you were so close to town but she pouted and you knew you couldn't deny the girl.

Besides, what harm would one beer do?

So you pulled off. You both stretched then headed into the bar. You knew it's reputation, but decided your friend didn't need to know it. You sat at the bar, your friend ordering you guys beers. You looked around, eyeing all the Southside serpent jackets, until a pair of eyes caught yours. Your breathe hitched a little and you were stuck until the bartender all but slammed your beer down.

"Here ya go!!" He shouted happily and you had to pull your eyes from the stranger to give this bartender a glare.

He barely caught it as he went to the other end of the bar. Your friend though, noticed. "All right, this is close enough to your home town to know the scoop. So what's up with this bar? And what is also up with that dude you were eye fucking?" She smirked as your jaw dropped.

You quickly collected yourself, "First of all, I was NOT eye fucking anyone." She rolled her eyes at your response. You decided to ignore that, "Secondly, this is the Whyte Wyrm. It's the Southside Serpents hang out." Her eyebrow went up and you almost forgot she wasn't from Riverdale. "They're a gang from here. ne'er-do-wells..." You smiled at her as she contained a laugh. You guys pounded your drinks.

She questioned about a few things. The Southside Serpents, your town, and your friends. You answered as best as you could while fending off horny Southsiders.

When you were on your fourth beer you recognized some one across the room. "Toni?" You said quietly...then noticed she was with two Northsiders. Jughead and Betty. Your brow furrowed but you ignored it. You've been gone a while you don't know what is exactly going on here.

"Hey!" Your friend snapped you out of your daze. "This is...." She glanced back at the guy who was standing next to her and he answered for her, "Sweet Pea." She imitated him, "Sweet Pea and we're gonna dance okay?" You nodded with a smile as they wandered off.

You ordered a shot of whiskey to accompany your beer.

You pounded both quickly and didn't notice the seat that was formerly filled by your best friend was now filled by the guy you were looking at earlier.

"Two more for the lady..." his deep voice drew your eyes to him and you could not bring yourself to look away. His eyes connected with yours, "bring me the same." He said quickly. You supplied a smile. He returned it.

"You look familiar." You said as the beer and shot was sat down in front of you. You barely noticed.

"Is that so?" He smiled widely. "FP Jones." He supplied. It took your brain a minute to place the name.

He was about 15 years older than your 23 years, and you remembered him from your late high school days.

You smiled and told him your name. Recognition crossed his face but he quickly pushed it away.

"What brings you here?" He asked, motioning to the bartender to refill your drinks.

You quirked an eyebrow, wondering why he didn't say anything. Maybe he didn't recognize you....

"Visting some family and friends while I'm on spring break." You said and he nodded.

"How's Hermione?" He asked referring to your mother. You almost froze in place, a beer bottle on the way to your lips, but you ignored the feeling, took the drink and faced him.

"I wouldn't know..." You licked your lips, "and I didn't come here to talk about her."

He flashed a closed lipped smile then answered, "fair enough." You guys drank in silence for a while. "So why did you come here?"

Instead of saying, 'because my friend forced me to,' you sent him a mischevious smile and simply answered, "guess." You slipped off the bar stool, sufficiently buzzed, and headed to the dance floor.

His eyes followed you and watched how you quickly started swaying to the beat, your hips enticing him. "Fuck." He mumbled and pounded the rest of his beer quickly before heading to the dance floor as well. He slid up behind you, hands quickly found your waist. You welcomed his touch

He leaned down to your ear, "I didn't know you came back to Riverdale to tease me." You smirked and turned around to face him.

"Who said I came back to tease you?" You replied with a slight drunken smile.

"If you aren't here to tease me, then you're failing spectacularly at something else." You smirked at him.

"Well what else can I do? I have nowhere to take you to show you I mean business." You cringed at the line a little bit but couldn't help the smile the spread your lips as FP dragged you into a quiet office. He locked the door behind you two.

"Now what were you saying sweetheart?" He asked, eyeing you from the door.

No words to hide behind now. You walked up to him until your bodies were flush against each other. "Tell me Jones," You began casually as you started undoing his belt, "Is this how you saw your night going?" You started kissing and biting at his neck as your hands took off his belt and began working his jeans.

"Oh, doll, I may not have imagined this happening tonight, but I've imagined it enough times to know how it will go." He pulled you away from him and you almost let out a whine.

He backed you into the desk and ripped your tank top from your body. You started to protest when his lips captured yours. The kiss was almost enough to distract you from the fact that he was working the button and zipper on your shorts.

His lips slipped down to your neck, moans spilling from your lips. The hand that wasn't pushing your shorts off your body began to work at your bra. He quickly snapped it off your back and ushered it off your shoulders. You had to separate briefly so you could take your panties off.

You sat there naked, on his desk, wondering why he had so many clothes on.

"You are breathtaking, doll." He whispered out and you tried to contain your blush.

"Alright Jones, time to get rid of your clothing." You said a little more confidently than you felt.

He slipped his leather jacket off and you bit your lip to contain a moan. Who knew a guy simply taking off his clothes could be so hot?

His shirt and jeans quickly followed. You barely saw him toe off his boots. Your high heel boots were still on you now noticed.

You couldn't take your eyes off of him. "Like what you see sweetheart?" He asked with a small laugh. You turned your head quickly trying to hide your blush behind your hair.

He was in front of you in an instant, grabbing your hips and sucking on your neck again. He slowly moved to your chest. When he reached your nipple you let out a soft gasp, which he loved. He continued his massaging your nipples with his tongue, alternating with no real pattern. While you were distracted he slipped his hand between you two, his fingers slipping into your folds, connecting with your clit. You let out a loud moan and he smiled against your skin. His mouth released your nipple. "You like how that feels doll?"

You could only whine out. And he stopped his movements, "I need an answer." He said, and god you were gonna kill him when this was over but for now you answered.

"Yes, I love it FP, please don't stop." Your voice was breathy, almost desperate.

He continued rubbing your clit and brought his mouth back down to your nipples. He abruptly slammed two fingers inside of you and you almost screamed out. "Fuck!" You managed to say into his hair.

"Sorry baby girl was that too much?" He pulled back and almost withdrew.

"No. No. Keep going please." You responded quickly and he obeyed.

His fingers were pumping in and out of you quickly. Every once in a while he'd curl them inside of you and hit your g spot. You were coming undone under him, his fingers and mouth too much.

He noticed how you reacted to his touch and he couldn't help himself any longer.

"Do you like how my fingers feel? Can you imagine my cock filling you up?" He whispered it into your ear and you came hard.

"Pl-please..." You whined.

"Please, what, sweetheart?" He asked removing his fingers from you. Your breathing was heavy.

You met his eyes. "Please fuck me." You said and he couldn't help his smile.

"Will do doll." He brought his fingers to your mouth and you sucked on them tasting yourself. You moaned at this and his eyes rolled back a bit.

"You're too hot." He said pulling his hand back. "Stand up and turn around." He ordered and you were quick to obey.

You bent over the desk and stuck your ass out at him, begging for him to touch it.

"FP, I need you." You said against the desk.

"God, I know doll, but this view...." He trailed off and slammed his hand down on your ass hard. You moaned loudly and wiggled your ass slightly. He chuckled, "You like that baby girl?" You moaned and nodded as he brought his hand down again.

You sucked in a breath through your teeth. He chuckled again. "You sound so good baby girl....you know what would sound even better? If you begged me for my cock." He didn't know why he said it, but he couldn't help himself with you.

And you knew you would beg for it. "Fuck FP, really?" You huffed, knowing he was serious. "Please I need it baby. I need your cock to fill me up. Please." You pushed your ass out at him again and he smacked it once more eliciting a small moan from you.

He rubbed his tip against your folds feeling how wet you were. You held in a moan at this slight contact. He finally shoved his cock into you and you held in a scream. He slowly fucked you making you writhe and beg beneath him.

"Fuck you're soaking wet already. What do you want baby girl?" He asked slowly moving in and out of you. You reached for your pussy, eager to relieve some pressure when he grabbed both arms and held them behind your back. "What do you want?" He repeated himself.

"I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want you to make me scream your name." He wanted to torture you a little more but couldn't help himself as he snapped his hips into your backside.

He slammed his cock inside of you over and over and you couldn't contain the gasps and moans coming from your lips.

"I want to see you." He breathed out, "I want to see you come all over my cock." He pulled out and quickly flipped you around. Your ass settled on the desk and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He slammed into you once more and he began assaulting your neck with his mouth.

"FP oh my god. You feel so good." You managed to moan out.

He removed his lips from your neck and watched as you moaned and writhed on the desk. "Touch yourself for me." He rasped.

Your hand immediately found your clit and you began rubbing. "I'm so close." You moaned. His movements getting choppy and messy.

"Come on my cock. Come for me." His used one hand to rub on your nipples and the other he brought around your throat squeezing lightly.

That was all it took. You were screaming his name, grateful the noise in the bar was so loud, coming undone in front of him. He loved watching you fall apart at his touch.

He came quickly after, pulling out and shooting his seed all over your chest.

You laid back on the desk, not caring about the papers and pens and what not underneath you.

"That was amazing, baby doll." He breathed out and you smiled at the ceiling.

"Yes it was." And definitely not how you saw your night going. Not that you were complaining.

FP brought a dish cloth over to you and began cleaning you off.

"So..." You started and he couldn't help but smile at you.

"Yes?" He quirked an eyebrow and handed your clothes to you. You began dressing, barely able to stand on your shaky legs.

"Well... I'm gonna be in town for a while. Do you think we could do this again?" You asked a bit shyly, which was ridiculous considering what you just did.

"I definitely would not oppose to that." He answered.

"Good. Awesome. Also, I need a shirt because someone ripped mine off." You said standing there in your bra and shorts.

"Oh, uh, I think we have shirts that are for employees. One minute." He began looking in some drawers in the desk and found one that was a bit too big for you.

"Uh, looks like the last one." He said handing it to you. He slipped his jacket back on his shoulders. "So I'll call you. Or you can call me...whenever. I'm available." He smirked and you rolled your eyes at the man.

"I'll definitely call you." You exited the office and saw your friend at the bar with Sweet Pea, none the wiser.

But you felt some eyes on you and you turned to look for them when you caught Jughead, Betty, and Toni (plus a few Serpents) were staring. Wide eyed and slack jawed. You fought off a blush and fixed your hair as you headed to the bar. FP followed ready to walk you out.

"Alright we're going." You said to your friend.

She smiled at you and when she took in your appearance she sent you a wink. "Alright, later Sweet Pea. I have a feeling we'll be back." She kissed him on the cheek and headed to the car.

"See you later?" FP said when you guys were out of the door.

"Yeah definetely." You guys shared a quick kiss and you got in the car.

He watched you drive off. Your friend sent question after question about what happened. You couldn't keep your mind off FP though and kept drifting off and ignoring her.

"Man girl he got you good." She said quickly and you resisted the urge to slap her arm.

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Coward (Reggie Mantle)

Hey I loved your Archie smut can you do something where Reggie likes you and everyone can tell including you but hes kinda scared because youre a big deal in school? idk if that makes sense but would be so good if you could write it. smut or not im sure it wil be amazing thanks!x

Warnings:smutty mcsmut smut,swearing and just dirty minds all round

requested

valentines day. Or dick day, Veronica liked call it, was the one day you kinda hated. Everyone in school would go all cliche and sickly sweet wanting to feel special or loved by a guy for the day, and honestly you kinda didn’t get the hype. You wasnt exactly the romantic type, not being able to hold down a relationship since your spring break romances shanangians so you wasnt really feeling the love in the air- well until you and the gang got invited to a valentines house party.

“I mean yes you dont need dick to have a good time there but” she trailed off “This is Reggie Mantle we’re talking about.” 

“well if he doesnt want to ask me out, i guess he isnt getting any that night.” you shrugged walking off to your next class. you sat in your usual seat to see a note on your desk. you rolled your eyes wondering what pathetic shit someone had said now.

better be ready for reggies the dick tomorrow night. 

you rolled your eyes at the pursposfully scribbed out reggie but couldnt hep but blush at the fact he couldnt speak to you. you found it cute. you turned to see a crude smirk on Chucks face, simply wriggling his brows as you figited with the note in your hand. 

“ if hes gonna dick me down, he should have the decency to say hello and get me a drink first.” you commented bitting the corner of your lip trying to stop yourself from smiling 

“is that a smile from miss l/n?” Chuck laughed. “ we shit if reg knew you liked him back like he liked you maybe he would have got laid a long time ago.

your expression droppped at his response, throwing a pencil at his head. 

You heard the music blaring from the huge house as you stood admiring the place. It wasnt the first time going to Chucks house for parties but you honestly couldn’t remember anything 10 minutes of being there. You walked in to see your friends enjoying themselves at the rave; music blaring, drinks flowing uncontrollably, girls and guys making out and the odd guy passed out on the floor. Everything you remembered before getting shit faced drunk. You ran over into Veronica and Betty’s arms as they handed you shots, letting the night commence .

You stumbled to the bathroom 6 round of tequila shots and a bottle of vodka later placing your cup of water (doubtful) on the side as you sorted out your outfit, pulling at your dress and putting the strands of hair back in place as you swayed to the music. Finally ready to get back to your friends you had Reggie, also a little drunk stumble into the bathroom locking the door behind him. His eyes were roaming your body, mind undressing you right in front of you and thats when you hesitated for a moment, realising that he was here for one reason and that he wasnt going to pass. you bit your lip, suddeny craving Reggie more then you had ever really realised. without thinking you crashed your lips into his, allowing access immediety, hugrly wanting his kiss. your tongues moved in motion, his hands moving further up your thigh causing you to moan. you was under a trance by Reggies touch and you wanted more, your breathing began to deepen as you felt his fingers tease you as he had easy access. the sheer pleasure was electrifying, his fingers now inside you, his lips planting hard kissing on your neck with the music base pounding through you (which wasnt the only thing that wanted to pound you) you pulled at his belt buckle wanting him more then you had ever realised, more then you ever knew. Reggie was too entranced to even realise what you wanted- you pulled away, looking him his eyes, eyes full of lust. He let out a rough “Fuck” and instantly took off his belt. He picked you up and sat you on the sink, your skin shivering as it hit the cold tiles. You closed your eyes trying to patiently wait for him to get a condom on so you could be fucked by Reggie but honestly you couldn’t wait. “Just fuck me already” you cried as you felt your body feel more and more distressed without his touch. You felt him tease you for a second but you knew it was too much, even for Reggie to wait, he was inside you instantly, making your whole body tingle as he quickened his pace as you tightened your thighs around him. You needed to catch your breath as you tried to silently let out the moans you wanted to scream. The moments of bliss and sheer pleasure was uncontrollably amazing and you knew you was about to reach your climax. You clung onto Reggies neck as your head flung back as he thrusted himself into you the last time as you both came.You fluttered your eyes open and saw Reggie face millimetres from yours, smile on his face. “I’m no coward babe” he whispered making you smile You pulled your dress down and quickly straightened your hair back with your hands and Reggie pulled up his jeans and grabbed his belt leaving the bathroom, you following as though nothing happened to see the four of your friends stood there, smirks plastered on their faces. “That’s the dick glow” V smirked cocking a brow “He definitely took her for a ride” Jug murmured making the other three burst into laughter as you pursed your lips pushing Jughead to shut up, but he was right, Reggie definitely did.

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Tagged by: @theflannelwizard !!💖💖 

Rules: Answer 30 questions, tag 20 blogs (20 is too much how abt i dONT BC IM PRETTY SURE EVERYONE I TALK TO HAS DONE IT LOL)

Nicknames: hailz / lee / connor / con / veronica / funeral

Gender: gender???fluid??? idk

Sign: Aries :D

Height: 5′4″ ;w;

Time:9:06 pm :/

Birthday: April 11th!!!

Fav bands: AJR, Twenty One Pilots, P!ATD, A Great Big World, a,,nd...other stuff i dont know i usually onlu listen to uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh musicals whoops

Fav solo artists: Mary Lambert, Sara Bareilles, Halsey, DODIE, Grace Vanderwaal, + more :O

Song stuck in my head: UGH WE SEE THE LIGHT FROM SOMETHING ROTTEN HAS BEEN STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR A WEEK OR TWO not that im complaining tbh

Last movie I saw: Wonder!! I sobbed my god damn heart out and was really gay!!!

Last show I watched: SOUTH PARK AND IM STILL WATCHING IT LOL

When did I create my blog: holy shit i have no idea it was sometime in 2016 i think and fuckin. i made it bc i lost my old one and my friend nathan ( @chimechoho) mentioned how “a funeral u say” is one of his favorite lines in homestuck and i was like lol im making thamy name . then it  stuck :D  have my life story

What do I post:oops i usually reblog stuff, rarely post my own art, but rb my friends art and answer silly asks. and of course make shitty jokes and such 

Last thing I Googled: (hey cyp whyd you look up what a butt plug is.) I THINK THE LAST THING I SEARCHED UP WAS? WHAT SOUTH PARK CHARACTER ARE YOU BC I WAS CURIOUS AND I DO THIS EVERY TIME 

Do I have any other blogs: KDGSJGSKJGSDKG KIND OF..YEAH.. @turn-lt-0n (an old rp ish blog), @davidholtblog ( a glorious joke with my friends), and ?? i thin thats it.

Do I get asks: not really? its mainly alasia talking to me or cyp being a wonderful friend and inboxing me for stuff <3 <3 

Why did I chose my URL: LIKE I SAID BEFORE IN CREATING MY BLOG. NATHANS FAVORITE HOMESTUCK QUOTE

Following: 6,,,6,,2,,,,,

Followed by: 287!!  

Average hours of Sleep: school days: 3 hours free days: 9 hours :/

Instruments: i dont!! play instruments yet!! but i wanan learn piano and ukulele

What I am wearing: MY COMFY JEANS. KNEE HIGH SOFT SOCKS, AND A COZY HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL SWEATSHIRT 

Dream job: artist n/or an actor :D

Dream trip: New York for seeing broadway!! Aussie to see my girlfriend, and Manchester to see my best fucing bro ever ;w;

Fav food: MAC N CHEESE N CHEEZITS,,, POPTARTS R ALSO GODSENT

Fav song: i love so many songs UGH probably I don’t know my name : Grace Vanderwaal,  Would you be so kind? : Dodie ,  Things we used to share : Thomas Sanders, + so many more songs i shouldn list here (Also cut my hair by mounika (?) is god sent)

Last book I read: The Lightning Theif :D

Top 3 fictional universes I wanna join: OOOOO. Steven Universe, South Park, and homestuck ;;w;

I tag: no one bc again everyone i talk to has done it and anyone i could tag isnt on here to do it ever :/// minus maybe uh @here-been-some-shit

[othernecessarythings]

back on my bullshit again

and once more!! if you happen to stumble across these posts of mine, please just ignore them.. they’re a way for me to reflect on my life (and improve my english), and while i can’t stop you from reading them, can i say that you probably wouldn’t benefit much from it lol. anyways let’s go

1) Put your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up.

my lots of songs list: the love club-lorde, river en vacker dröm-håkan hellström, living dead-marina, why we ever-hayley williams, snälla bli min-veronica maggio, take this lonely heart-nothing but thieves

2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

oof um the person who will be the love of my life? no lol but like zendaya would be pretty cool ig

3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

“... and the top was red-and-white striped, and it all zipped up in the front.”

4) What do you think about most?

hmm my friends maybe?

5) Ever had a poem or song written about you?

not that i know of

6) Do you have any strange phobias?

nah i feel some trypophobia (?spelling) sometimes but that’s it

7) What’s your religion?

i’m kinda christian, but like i choose which parts to believe in and not, like i believe in the message of doing good and love, but not like homophobia or an actual god lol

8) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

sitting in the sun, listening to music

9) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

ah probably paramore, yeah it must be them

10) What was the last lie you told?

eh kinda basic but “i’m fine” i guess

11) Do you believe in karma?

ooh that’s a questioning worth discussing, no i don’t believe in the actual the-universe-is-constantly-judging-our-actions, but like that people who do good tend to get good things back? yeah that makes sense

12) What does your URL mean?

my main (neon-places) is from perfect places by lorde, and just neon bc it sounds cool

13) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

oh god if i only knew,,, i really need to improve my empathy, but my systematical skills are quite good

14) Who is your celebrity crush?

hayley williams

15) How do you vent your anger?

i don’t get mad😌😌 no but like when i get irritated do i just close my door to my room and like listen to music in headphones and solve a puzzle or something lol

16) Do you have a collection of anything?

i kinda collect things that mark an important/memorable event in my life, like my first pride bracelet, my favorite jeans from when i was like 15, lots of birthday cards,, yeah it’s not so unique, but they’re important to me

17) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

yes!!!! me a few years ago would’ve never thought that i’d be like this now, but i’m proud of myself and what i’ve become!!

18) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

fun fact i HATE sleeping to the sound of rain. it makes me really anxious,, i love the sound of waves though, or my little sisters pure laugh :,)

19) What’s your biggest “what if”?

what if i’m just faking everything, what if this is not actually me but something i put up to please others around me

20) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

not ghosts really, but there must be some sort of life in the whole fucking space,, while maybe not what we traditionally would categorize as “life”, must it exist something, somewhere

21) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

i’m in my bed so like. my nightstand to the right, my wall to the left

22) Smell the air. What do you smell?

absolutely nothing, i’m so used to the smell of my house

23) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

oo idk??? i’m usually quite content with wherever we’re going, although fotografiska in stockholm was shitty though

24) Most attractive singer/s of your opposite gender?

oh um like tyler joseph maybe? gerard way, frank iero? yeah i’m an emo slut

25) To you, what is the meaning of life?

no don’t go there,, thereisnomeaningoflifesoitsallaboutmakingasmuchaspossibleandliveashappilyaspossiblyuntilourfleetingexistenceonthisearthisover

26) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

.. yeah you could say that i drove, i have a driving license after all, and i’ve never crashed but i’ve been stopped by police a few times lol

27) What was the last movie you saw?

no idea, i never watch movies... or wait!! we had legally blonde on at my friends house a few days ago when we got home from a party, i didn’t exactly watch it but it was playing

28) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

i’ve had some bad allergic reactions in form of severe eczema

29) Do you have any obsessions right now?

‘the devil and god are raging inside me’ by brand new, doing my makeup a special way

30) Ever had a rumor spread about you?

yeah, that i’m gay and together with my earlier best friend (we were not)

31) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

not really,, i’m really fucking scared of conflicts so i simply forgive and move on, it’s easier that way

32) What is your astrological sign?

pisces baby

33) What’s the last thing you purchased?

a blue skirt second hand!! v cute

34) Love or lust?

um idk i’ve never really experienced any of them, but maybe love

35) In a relationship?

nope

36) How many relationships have you had?

a whopping amount of zero

37) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

I DONT KNOW someone tell me please how to get someone to like me,, but like more friendship-like is it usually to always choose my words very carefully to not upset anyone, it usually gets me quite far

38) Where is your best friend?

where? i hope she’s home? well like we took the bus home together a few hours ago, so i guess she’s home

39) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

aha ha funny,, i was having a small mental crisis so i sat and did math (by free will, school has ended for summer) while listening to melodrama.. yes

40) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

i don’t know, this is so hard.. but like. no? or it wouldn’t really work to have someone like me as a close friend, i’m to introvert, i tend to surround myself with extroverts who bring me with them to do stuff

41) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

oh um i call 112 (the swedish 911) and make sure someone else notice the dog too and help it while i hurry to my job

42) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) yes, i think so. only my closest though, to give them a chance to say goodbye properly, but i wouldn’t really like other just acquaintances to reach out just bc of the circumstances

b) i try to travel as much as possible, party all i can, tell everyone i love how much they mean to me and just. live

c) of course, i would be scared to death (see what i did there) but i wouldn’t have any other choice but to fully live my last month

43) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

hard times by paramore!! it always makes me want to dance

44) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

no

45) How can I win your heart?

show any whatsoever interest in me lol

46) Can insanity bring on more creativity?

i guess,, i’m like the opposite of insanity though, i’m constantly numb and completely lacking any creativity, so it may work the other way too

47) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

hmm maybe my school application? i’m so fucking happy with my choice

48) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

hmm nothing too special i guess, just the usual loved and missed and so

49) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “heart.”

like the anatomy and stuff,,, i really like biology, more than romances lol

50) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?

usually different shades of blue, but right now all pastel colors, especially purple

51) What is your current desktop picture?

my locked screen is two of my best friends, and my home screen is paramore ofc

52) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

trump would be pretty nice

53) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

oh um like “name a few things you don’t like about me” or something, bc as i said, i hate conflicts

54) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

the ability to change the probability!!! it’s the ultimate superpower!!!

55) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

my tøp concert maybe? i was really euphoric then, and i haven’t really felt like that since, but i’m afraid i’ll destroy that memory if i could go back so idk

56) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

i’ve had quite a happy life yet, there’s no big thing i’d like to erase,, no i feel like every experience in my life has leaded me to where i am today, so i wouldn’t like to erase anything

57) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

hmm idk maybe alex turner. idk i feel like it would be pretty nice

58) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

italy maybe? my friends and i planned to go there this summer before the corona hit, so i’d like to go there lol

59) Ever been on a plane?

yeah several times

60) Give me your top 5 hottest celebrities.

idk idk i’m not really.. attracted to anyone rn? it’s kinda weird but there’s no one where i’m like wow this person is HOT,, nah i don’t really feel anything like that at the moment

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

a l l o f t h e m

2) least favorite fic you wrote this year

Between a Bridge and an Ocean (Yuri On Ice, G-rated, Phichit centric) idk it could have just been expanded and doesn’t really DO anything

3) favorite line/scene you wrote this year

I have 7 whole pages of fanfic on ao3 oh my god what am i doing

im picking a couple

Jason’s polo is heinously white, just like his privilege. 

Death does not come on swift wings. Lucille will deny it any peculiar sweetness or heavenly, exquisite radiance.Death does not come at all, except in a soft, murmurous breath, trembling, slow.

The high feels like a storm-fire cresting and ebbing in Nick’s veins, mingling with adrenaline. He’s more fucked up than what’s probably good for him, but who cares—we’re all gonna die anyway.

“Here’s how I see it,” Bronn says, a little more cheerfully. “If fucking doesn’t agree with me, I get your pretty little sword on your hip and I get to name it Cunt-Rider or whatever else suits me.”

He vividly imagines her just like this, sitting upon a high-back, weirwood throne back in Winterfall, in a great, lone hall covered in marble and glittering glass and dusty, old arras. Steel and hoarfrost would be her brow — a crown of pointed daggers, tall as a forefinger. Quick-sharp as Arya’s temper could be, and brilliantly embossed in plated silver as House Stark’s sigil. Her love would be infinite and treacherous […]

He dreamed of Pennywise’s hallucination for a whole week, for a month — the crimson, hot blood pouring out of Eddie’s mouth, pooling onto the floorboards while Richie listened, panicked and frozen, to the sounds of his friend choking.

Summer feels tangible like this — a warm, scented breeze hitting Jonathan’s cheeks and his lips. No monsters. No screams or bloody hands, no terrors forming out of the pitch-darkness. There’s honey-colored marigolds painted beneath Nancy’s eyes and bluebells dangling out of Steve’s left pocket. They speed on their bicycles past the pale pink fence-lattices choked with geraniums and weeds, out of town and its roaring Founders Day Festival, into an acre of knee-high, scarlet meadow flowers.

Once she’s vanished, a grinning Richie nudges him.

“Can I get a kiss too, Eds?”

“Sure, you can kiss my ass,” Eddie snaps, crooking his leg backwards, upwards, and kicking the seat of Richie’s jeans.

4) total number of words you wrote this year

     417,696 words……… thats around 300 more words than last year!!!

5) most popular fic this year

The Catalyst (BBC Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, Explicit) with 36k hits this year????? I guess which ppffftttttttttt okay I haven’t updated since June

6) least popular fic this year

Borrowed, Not Stolen (Yuri on Ice, Leo/Isabella, Mature) with 31 hits which is kinda really sad but it’s also a rarepair so it’s not like it gets love here

7) longest completed fic you wrote this year

8,249 words forFalling Faster, Softer (Riverdale, Betty/Veronica, Archie/Jughead, Teen)

8) shortest completed fic you wrote this year

100 words for Awaken (Legend of Korra, Korra/Asami, Mature)

9) longest wip of the year

215,709 words for The Catalyst (BBC Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, Explicit) and I promise that I will be resuming updates this year it’s just been............. a strange time I fell out of the fandom and my love of it for a while

10) shortest wip of the year

2,930 words for Fate's Design (Hetalia Axis Powers/Tangled crossover, Hungary/Prussia, America/England, Teen) which was done in Feburary 2011 and hasn’t been updated since sooooooooooooooooo hmmm

14) a fic you didn’t expect to write

pretty much all of the It Fandom ones and I’m proud of me

15) something you learned this year

in the fanfiction community? just don’t get invested in how well you get received in hits and kudos or you are gonna be miserable because your expectations are too high and readers are a fickle bunch (@ everybody who reads fanfic YALL NEED TO COMMENT MORE PLEASE DO THIS MORE IN 2018 AND I MEAN EVERY FANFIC YOU EVER READ EVER ON AO3 THANK YOU)

16) fic(s) you completed this year

119 fics were completed this year

19) any new fics to start next year

I have a lineup! More It Fandom stuff like Hanbrough and Reddie and Bichie and then I gotta do a ton more femslash as well!

20) number of comments you haven’t read

none because I read all of them and love them :DDD

22) events you participated in this year

I don’t have an accurate number I did too many 

25) a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

A Meeting of the Minds by @nancykali because I need more people to love Kalancy and I’ve never read characterization for Nancy as good as this 

[mrsjugheadjonesthethird]

Who Wins the Bet? (Jughead x Reader Smut)

Prompt: Idk maybe a jughead smut if ur ok with writing that? Like reader and him have a lot of chemistry and sexual tension and the gang has bets on when they'll finally swallow their pride bc theyre both too stubborn to admit they like each other and like maybe at a party things between them get heated and it leads to smut? Im rlly bad at explaining things this is both vague and specific im sorry lol

A/N: Hopefully this is what you wanted!!

Masterlist

Warnings: Smut! 

Who wins the Bet? (Jughead x Reader Smut)

It was common knowledge that you and Jughead flirted a lot. Everyone could feel the sexual tension from a mile away. But neither one of you had the courage to do anything about it. You two were close friends and didn’t want to ruin that.

It all changed at one of Cheryl’s annual parties.

Being one of the vixens as well as being friends with Veronica gave all of you entrance into the party.

As You and Jug entered the party bickering, you didn’t notice everyone around you talking about the bet.

“Tonights my night!” Ronnie squeals. “Be prepared to pay up!”

Kevin shakes his head. “There’s no way. Those two are stubborn as hell. My guess is at least a year.”

“Fuck that. I’ll lock them both in a damn room together if I have to hear Jug go on about her one more time.” Archie adds in.

Betty just shakes her head at them. She betted on last week and lost so she was out.

“Jones shut it. Silence of the Lambs is forever a classic.”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah if you’re into creepy shit.”

“Maybe I am.” You smirk and wink at him. His face turning a pale pink.

“Oh Yeah Princess? Like what?” His voice lowers as he steps closer.

The music pulses with your heartbeat in your ears.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You cheekily reply as you place a hand on his chest. His heart matching the beat in your ears.

It happened all the time. One of you would say something suggestive and the other would run with it until you two were within reach of each other. Staring until one of you broke the tension.

But right now, neither of you wanted to move.

Maybe it was the music pushing you to do it. Or maybe it was the fact that you couldn’t take the tension anymore.

No one knows but your thoughts were cut off by searing hot lips hitting yours with a gasp. His hands grab at your waist and pulls you closer.

Your hands grab at his dark locks as your back hits the wall behind you. His body pressed up against yours.

“Jug. Find a different room. Fuck.” You gasp as his lips trail down your neck. A fire setting in your skin.

He pulls away enough to drag you into the closet room he could find. Neither of you caring if anyone saw you.

He’s tugging your shirt off as the door shuts and shoves you against the wood.

He kisses you hard, swallowing your soft moans and roaming his hands against your hot skin.

You pull off in beanie and tug his shirt off as he marks your neck.

“Fuck.” He groans as you grind against his hips. Both of you burning with lust.

His hands trail down to your legs and you wrap them around his waist, only to be carried to the bed.

He deposits you onto the bed and tugs at your skirt while you work on his jeans. Neither wanting to stop kissing, making everything difficult.

“Let’s hope Cheryl put condoms in this room.” He mutters against you as he crawls on top of you.

You wrap your arms around his neck. “Yes. Or less you aren’t getting laid until you find one.”

“Of course, Princess.” He kisses your nose before searching the nightstand next to you. “Thank you, Cheryl.” He says as he pulls out a wrapped condom.

You laugh as he makes his way over to you. “Never thought you’d thank her for something.”

“I would never but-” You cut him off with a kiss.

“Shut it Jones and fuck me.” He groans and grabs at your waist, dragging you closer.

You moan when you feel his hard on pressed against your thigh. You smirk and grind up against it earning a moan from the boy above you.

He grinds down against your heat making you let out a high pitched whine and buck up. Your hands dragging down against his back, leaving red marks as he bites at your neck.

Your vision fogs with lust as he pulls off both your underwear. Him throbbing and you soaked.

After fumbling with the condom, he finally pushes his hard member into your delicious heat and groans at the sensation.

You tug at his hair to tell him to move and roll your eyes back when he thrusts in deep. Fuck.

After your little exercise together, he walked you home and kissed you again.

You grin as you made your way up to bed.

Your phone buzzes.

From Ronnie: 

Who wins the bet?

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[simone-garnett]

idk if you write smut or not but if you do can you write archieronnie smut i NEED it

yo @jarchieronnie​​ dis u???

nonnie I do write smut, i literally just started an archieronnie piece when u sent it last night. which was supposed to be a smut piece, fingers crossed they actually get there. (they will).

i thought id quickly do something short n sweet for u tho. i lied to myself

title: hold me closerword count: 2.6 krating: smutinformation: archie takes her on a date, veronica is horny.

               ao3

He came like a thief in the night, breaking in and stealing her heart before she knew it was ever at risk. He was everything she didn’t think she could ever hope for, Archie with a soulful, crooning voice that could cut through to your soul, and his loving heart always there for whatever reason, to be a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, a comfort and a friend. Veronica never expects to fall in love, not in this small town, and not with the quarterback, with his dark eyes and strong physique. He was everything she told herself to avoid,

and yet, here she was.

He had taken her on a date, a proper date, he said so proudly, beaming as he invited her out for that night. She had accepted it, cheeks aching at the smile that spread across her face and wouldn’t budge.

And it had been a good date, Archie ever the gentleman. But it had been a torturous date, Archie ever the tease.

Veronica isn’t quite sure whether he realises what he’s doing; stretching  his arms, his shirt lifting to give her a glimpse of skin, his happy trail leading down. He brushes his hands against her skin, rubbing her arms, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ears. They are all so sweet, and yet -

all she wants to do is jump him.

Her body is overly sensitive to his, every touch, every moment of contact between them sending fire through her veins. She loves the date, loves his eagerness for it to be perfect. (it is, she thinks, because of him. He’s all she needed for it to be perfect). But she also loves his fingers between her legs; it had been so long and she could feel a simmering fire inside her stomach all night, flaring up with every moment between them, every touch, every look.

Archie walks her to the door, a dopey grin on his face as he looks at her.

“I had a good time Archiekins,” she whispers as she leans against the door, watching him through hooded eyes.

“Yeah?” He seems so happy at her words, at it fills her with something she can’t describe - it had been the first time she felt it, and she just knew it would become a familiar feeling with him in her life. “I did too Ronnie.”

He leans down to peck her lips, but she doesn’t let him. Looping her fingers inside his jeans, she tugs him back, Archie moving instinctively. They kiss like they feel, wholeheartedly, consuming them both. His hands lift, cupping her head, tilting her face up as his mouth moves against her. He swallows her moans, stepping forward, pinning her against the front door.

“We - we should stop,” he tries after they separate, panting hard.

“Or… you could come upstairs?” she offers, and she finds her breath hitching as he meets her gaze, eyes darkening as he hears her suggestion.

“Are you sure Ronnie?” His voice is pitched lower, more husky then before and god, she is so sure about the decision, so sure she wants to be with him.

“I wouldn’t have offered Archie,” and deciding to tease, she pulls away somewhat. “But if you don’t want to…” She drifts off, lips curling into a smile, laughter muffled as he leans forward and steals another kiss from her. Her blood is like lava, her entire body burning up as he continues. His grip on her hips is just shy of bruising and it has her breaking the kiss, a soft mewl in his ears at the sensation. But he doesn’t relent, kissing across her jaw and down the column of her neck, sucking at her pulse point until she is sure a bruise will develop. Veronica rolls her head to the side, giving him greater access,  and the noises leaving her mouth are embarrassing, but it fills him with such vigour that she doesn’t ever consider stopping.  

“Archie,” she moans softly, hands tugging at his hair. He pulls away from her neck easily, and it wipes all thought from her mind, the sight of him leaning to her, eyes almost black and lips swollen. “I really think we should move this indoors,” she singsongs. He nods mutely, hands unable to keep to himself, slipping under the edge of her blouse to stroke the hipbone beneath. But neither make any motion to move. “Now,” she adds, a quiet whine in her voice.

It is that which breaks the spell, Archie moving away from her, allowing Veronica to slide her key into the hole, opening it and rushing him inside. They move quietly, quickly, desperation leaking from their pores, a need almost overwhelming.

As soon as they enter her room the door is slammed shut, Archie pinned against it, Veronica’s lips attaching themselves to his neck, sucking and biting. The sounds he was making were ungodly, full of sin, full of salvation.

He cries her name, the word broken into fragments as she chooses this time to stroke him over his jeans, his hardness evident, even then.

“Bed.” It is groaned through clenched teeth, his entire body taut as she teases him. “Or a desk, right now Ronnie, I really don’t care.” He hums a laugh at his words, but does stop, stepping away from him. He wants to chase her, to touch her some more, but he eyes keep him still. She unbuttons her shirt slowly, Archie’s gaze drinking in every inch of newly revealed skin. His fingers itch to touch her, to take over, to pull the shirt off of her body and to worship what was underneath. But she wouldn’t let him, her eyes daring him to defy her silent command. Veronica had been teased for so long, and now - now it was time for revenge.

An eternity passes before the shirt is completely unbuttoned, but not fully off. He tilt his head back, eyes clenched shut as the image is burnt into his memory, already so cherished. He hears her quiet laughter at the sound of the back of his head hitting the door, but he doesn’t mind, not when she has gifted her the beauty of that image, of her shirt hanging off of her shoulders, a black, lace bra the only other thing on her chest. She says his name, voice low and seductive, sexual undertones and overtones coating the one word. It has him opening his eyes, her own dancing with mirth at his reaction. But they were so dark, her own lust flaring as they continued to keep staring into each other’s eyes.

But then she is unzipping her skirt, and the matching lace he sees has him swearing lowly. The material barely hits the ground before he is walking toward her, resolve broken. She gasps against his mouth and he takes advantage, tongue sweeping in, intoxicating her until all she could see, feel, taste or smell was Archie, Archie,  A r c h i e. It drives her crazy, and has her grabbing at his shirt, impatient and fumbling with his buttons. But soon it is off, and she is tugging it down his arms, whimpering until he finally lets go of her, pulling it off entirely before touching her once more. Veronica runs her hands up his chest, his core tensing at her touch. She enjoys the feel of every bump, every muscle, the quickening of his breath as she tortures him so. They continue to stumble around her room, Archie slowly backing her towards somewhere while she snakes an arm around his neck, urging his mouth to move from her own, the other hand following his happy trail down. She tries to slide a hand lower, unbuttoning his jeans, pulling the zipper down, freeing him. But then he is batting her hands away, his own moving to her thigh. And with one lift she has her legs around his waist, both hands in his hair, running themselves through it as his lips touch every part of her they can; her neck, collarbone. He kisses lower and lower, nuzzling  between her breasts, sucking them over the scrap of lace. The only thing he could hear were the harsh pants of them both, the moans and whimpers of Veronica as she urged him on. His name would leave her mouth occasionally, sometimes groaned, sometimes screamed.

It was quickly becoming his favourite thing to hear.

Archie finds her bed eventually, dropping her down on it gently.

Dropping to his knees before her.

He kisses his way up her thigh, heady on the scent of her arousal, on the sounds from her mouth at  the feel of him between her legs. He slowly inches closer to where she wants him, lavishing attention onto her body, teasing and torturing her, coming to the apex, hot breath against her sending jolts through her body. But he doesn’t touch it, instead turning his head, kissing down the other legs, nipping at her thigh. She curses him, long and hard, her grip tightening around his short lock, tugging back to her centre. But he resists her urges, resists his own, pointedly taking his time. And she wanted to hate him for it, but she couldn’t, not when she felt so cherished, her heart almost bursting inside her chest at the sight of him between her legs, lavishing attention and care on her.

But finally, finally, he kissed his way back to her core, Archie running his tongue up her slit, over the wet lace still covering her. She whimpered at the sensation, hips canting upward, desperate for more pressure, for more of him. He chuckles against her and the vibrations have her moaning his name in response. She leans on her elbows, needing the support as his nimble hands slide the undergarment down to her knees, ducking his head underneath them, until there was nothing separating her and him.

She knows what she looks like, messy hair and smudged lipstick, chest heaving as she looks down  on him. But he still looked at her as though she were the most beautiful thing on earth and she didn’t know what to do. He was a picture of perfection, Archie with those dark eyes and mused hair, kneeling before her, her legs thrown over his shoulder. She wants to kiss him, wants to lift him up and kiss him and ride him until her legs are sore and her body content.

And she will… just not right now.

He leans forward, breath ghosting over her sensitive skin, and she is ready, has been ready for hours and finally - “You’re sure you don’t mind?” he asks, head pulling back slightly, a hint of a smirk upon his lips, eyes sparkling.

She swears at him, her hands saying more than her mouth ever could, guiding his face back, a shuddering exhale leaving her as he puts his mouth exactly where she wants it, grinning against her before licking and sucking. She can hear it, the wetness, his hums against her skin, her screams and cries for more. Veronica anchors herself on him, her hands grabbing his hair, nudging him closer. She is vocal, very much so, telling him what she liked, what she wanted more of, and - oh oh, right there, god Archie, please -

Veronica almost jumps when she feels his finger at her entrance, slipping inside. She swears at him, but the effect is ruined when her moans interrupt. Archie adds another finger, his eyes looking up briefly at her, movements stilling as he takes in the sight he was gifted with, the goddess with raven hair, whose smile was just as bewitching as her heart, face contorted with pleasure. From him. She tugs Archie’s hair in warning and he smiles quickly in response before moving once more.  He worships her with his mouth and hands, determined to please her, to end the perfect date perfectly. She was so tight around his fingers, so hot and wet and if he could spend hours there, he would.

“Archie,” she pleads, voice breaking through his thoughts. “Archie, I’m so close.”

“Touch yourself” he rasps against her, Veronica shuddering as pleasure crawls up her spine. “Please -,” his voice cracks. “Let me see you touch yourself.” She does so, shakily moving to unbuckle her bra, each hand cupping her breasts, squeezing and pinching, stifled moans as she imagines Archie touching her there, his large calloused hands holding her, rolling her nipples as his mouth kisses across the slope of her neck, his cock filling her completely. Her eyes are clenched as visions of a future play in her mind, and god, if she isn’t wetter at the mere thought of it happening. And somehow, she forgets to check herself, volume rising as she whimpers and moans, his name on her tongue, on her mind, etched in her heart and soul.

She looks down at him, catching his eyes. And they are black, swirling pits of lust and desire. He curls his fingers inside her, sucks on her clit. And in that moment she comes undone around him. Veronica had wanted to be in control, but in that instant she forgets about everything. Forgets that her mother could hear her, forgets that they should be keeping silent, forgets everything that isn’t Archie Andrews and the amazing way he makes her feel. She feels the orgasm roll through her, and he continues to suck on her clit, to move his fingers in and out of her, and before she realises a smaller one comes and goes.

She falls backward, boneless and content, a smile on her face as the ecstasy still runs through her veins. He chuckles, standing up and joining her on the blankets, pulling her into his side.

“What about you?” she whispers, still in a haze of bliss. “Don’t you wanna -” He cuts her off with a kiss, quick and brutal and still able to steal her breath away, even after all this.

“I’ll be fine, I’ll just go to the bathroom and, you know.” He sounds so embarrassed that she laughs, laughs that he could do that so wonderfully, and yet seem so bashful.

“I don’t mind Archie -” Veronica cuts herself off with a yawn.  

“Ronnie, you’re falling asleep.” He sounds amused so she counts that as a win, even if she feels a tad guilty for seducing him and not finishing him herself.

“It’s not my fault you’re so good,” she grumbles, rolling over to look at him, shuffling closer, seeking his heat. He beams at her words, and she melts a little inside, falling in love with his smile every time she sees it. But it’s more than his smile, it’s that he is happy to see her happy, that he isn’t proud to have shown off his skill, but he’s proud to have made her feel that way. He’s always so caring and she isn’t used to being treated that, she isn’t sure she ever will. “I owe you one wonderful orgasm, okay Archiekins,” she promises, nodding to herself and him, a dazzling smile that was all teeth on her face. He  laughs at her words, shaking his head at her. She leans down because she can. She kisses him on the mouth because she can. She collapses beside him, curling into his body because he had taken all the strength from her. “I’m serious,” she murmurs sleepily. “You, me, a storage closet at our dearest Riverdale High - it’s a date.”

She falls asleep to him slowly pulling himself away, her  body already missing his touch. She feels his lips brush against her forehead, the touch of his calloused fingers stroking her cheek.

“I can’t wait.”

[asphalt-cocktail]

For the Sake of Content- Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Just Guilty Pleasure

Summary: After walking in on your long-term boyfriend, Harrison, cheating on you and then losing your job the following day; your find yourself broke, jobless, and single for the first time in a long while. In order to make ends meet, your best friend since college, Freddie, suggests you start soliciting explicit photos of yourself, not only to help boost your confidence but to help pay the rent for his band mate’s apartment you just moved into.

A/N: Heyyyy everyone, I know it has literally been forever since i’ve updated so thank you for sticking with me! I really appreciate you all checking in on me, honestly I have been a little down in the dumps because of some personal things going and also busier than all hell because of school, work, social life, working out, etc. But I finally got it done and i’m not going to lie but it’s all mostly porn with no plot so I hope you all enjoy! Also PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DM me if I have missed your tag! I feel like I am missing some people in my tag reblogs.

Pairing: Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex work, smut, fluff, some friendly banter between roger and reader, clothing kink??? idk its really just sex, not proof read

Word Count: 3.6k

18+ if you are a minor do NOT interact with this post. This is fictitious content and I own nothing.

Your brain felt like a puddle of mush the following few days. It seemed as though your body and brain could not stop thinking about Roger.

How he touched you.

How he smelled like cigarettes and expensive cologne.

The noises he made as he fucked you against the shower wall.

You know, the usual stuff.

You were beginning to think you would be driven to the mad house if it wasn’t for Veronica shyly calling you up and asking you to accompany her shopping today. You hadn’t really talked to her since your last excursion out with Freddie and the boys and to be frank, it was nice to be in the company of a woman for a change.

You met Veronica down town in the food court of the mall; when you caught sight of her she excitedly waved at you.

“So, are you looking for anything special?” You winced as you sounded like a store employee while trying to hold a basic conversation.

Veronica’s face broke into a grin, “Well John and I are celebrating our one year and I didn’t know what to get him.” You could tell by the little sparkle in her eyes that she was in love “Freddie is nice, but we have,” she paused to think of the correct words, “Conflicting opinions on what to get John.”

You couldn’t help but grin back, Freddie always did have a penchant for lavish things. You pursed your lips, “Well what does John like?” You truly didn’t know him well enough to think of something right off the bat.

Veronica pursed her lips in thought as the two of you continued walking. She rattled off a few generic things which didn’t help spark ideas for either of you, “He’s just always so picky.” She mumbled.

As the two of you walked past window after window of shops, a flash of delicate lace caught your eyes and you paused your steps, “What if you bought some lingerie?” You asked. Veronica’s face flushed and you gave her a playful nudge “Come on, everyone likes a little lingerie; it’s practically the gift that keeps on giving.” You joked.

She let out a playful giggle and the two of you walked into the lingerie store, you began to look through the clothing racks and at displays with Veronica in tow “What colors does john like?” You asked looking at her from the corner of your eye.

Veronica pursed her lips, “I don’t know, I havent really ever worn lingerie for john before.”

“Well does he have a favorite dress or outfit that you wear? We can go based off that.” You suggested.

Veronica looked as though an idea sparked in her mind and she began to scroll through her phone, presumably to look at pictures. She turned to you and showed you two images, one was of her and John very drunk at the club; she was dressed in a tight leopard print dress, and the second was of her and John together, a casual selfie; this time she was in a simple blue sweater. Blue and leopard print. At least now you had something to work with.

In all honesty you didn’t peg John for a leopard print kind of a guy, but here you were. Veronica proved to be more picky than you expected, but you would understand why. A one year anniversary was a big deal in relationships. 365 days is a long time to spend with some one.

After much searching you and Veronica settled on several different styles and outfits that she was going to try on. While you waited you browsed the selection, maybe you too would go home with some new lingerie.

You knew that you would when you’re eyes fell upon a school uniform. It consisted of a mesh top that was cropped just below the mannequins breasts and had a little peep hole cut out in the middle and a cute little bow on the neck. The skirt (if you could even call it that) was the iconic red plaid and had matching suspenders attached to it. To top it all off, it came with a pair of crotchless panties that matched the top. You decided that you had to buy it. It would be a nice little treat for yourself; you hadn’t bought new lingerie since you first went out to stock up.

You quickly fished for your size and grabbed all the pieces to it as you heard Veronica calling you from the dressing room. She poked her head out “Wanna see?” She asked with an excited grin. You eagerly nodded and waited for her to step out.

The lingerie she had picked out was simple, yet sexy. It was a leopard print silk night gown that was adorn with black lace on the edges. “I love it!” You grinned, unable to hold back the excited and girlish giggle that slipped out.

———

After you jokingly told Veronica to let you know how her little surprise for John went, the two of you parted ways and you made it home before Roger did. You hurriedly ran into your room and eagerly dumped out the contents of the bag.

You spread out your new lingerie set on your bed and tapped your chin, “I have to try it on.” You mumbled to yourself and quickly stripped down and replaced your casual day ware with something a little more risqué.

You couldn’t stop looking at yourself in the mirror once you were fully dressed. You shifted, twisting and turning at various angles to get a full glimpse of yourself in the mirror, taking in every inch of your body.

“Jesus Christ,”

You turned to see Roger standing in your doorway. If it was possible, his jaw would have touched the ground. Your face flushed and you quickly let out a small squeak of shock and threw your hands on your chest.

Roger looked at you and licked his lower lip and shook his head before dropping his bags in the hall way and coming chest to chest with you, “Are we going to fuck right now? Because if we aren’t, please for the love of god change.” He practically begged you. His hands rested on your fore arms and he added pressure to them, allowing you to decide if you would lower them and expose your breasts beneath the white mesh fabric

You felt heat pooling between your legs and you slowly lowered your arms. Your nipples were already beginning to harden from the cool air in your room but seeing that look in Roger’s eye did something to you. You traced your finger on the his skin, outlining what wasn’t hidden by his button down and causing goosebumps to rise in the wake of your fingertips. Your fingers trailed up to Roger’s plump lower lip which was still hanging ajar. You lightly traced your fingers along its natural curve, “I think I’ve been a bad girl Mr. Taylor.” You whispered sensually.

Roger’s bright blue eyes immediately darkened and he closed his mouth, clenching his jaw tightly, “Have you now?” He asked, peering down at you through his long lashes. You gave him a pouty look, nodding your head. Roger groaned, bringing his hands to your hips and pulling you flush against him.

You could already feel his half hard erection poking at your bare thigh, “On your knees.” He commanded, suddenly stepping back and allowing a wave of cold air to bite your hot skin.

You obediently followed his commanding voice and sunk to your knees. Automatically your hands went up to his belt and tugged on it. He tutted at you, swatting your hands a way “Where are your manners, [Y/N].” He said, lightly cupping your face in his hands and craning to meet your gaze, “Ask permission first.” He frowned, squeezing your cheeks together and forcing your lips to pucker.

You winced as your teeth bit into the skin of your cheek, but didn’t ignore the shiver that crept down your spine and to the tips of your toes. “Can I please suck you off, Rog?” You whimpered as his grip tightened, “Mr. Taylor” you quickly corrected and sighed when he relaxed his hand.

Roger’s thumb slipped into your mouth where you greedily sucked on it and rubbed your tongue along the calloused pad of his finger tip. Roger pulled it out and nodded his head, “Yes,” He answered breathlessly. Your hands quickly flew up and began to unbuckle his belt and pants, “Say thank you,”

“Thank you, Mr. Taylor.” You answered, your lips still puckered together by his hand.

You slid his jeans and underwear down his legs, thankful that for once he decided to wear loose fitting pants. His half hard length slipped out and you lunged for it, letting out the most pitiful noise when Roger pulled his hips away from you.  

He squeezed the sides of your mouth once more and you took the hint, opening wide for him and sticking your tongue out. He gripped his length in his free hand and slapped against your wet tongue. The lewd smacking sounds filling the air and its heat heavy against your tongue before he slipped it into your mouth.

Graciously he let go of your cheeks and allowed you to work him. You swirled your tongue around the tip and moaned at the taste of him as he filled and stretched your mouth deliciously. Your head bobbed up and down in tandem with his hand, getting him now fully erect.

Experimentally Roger grabbed the sides of your head, burying his hands in fistfuls of your hair and slowly pushed you down. You moaned, telling him you enjoyed his actions and allowed him to use more force. He pushed you down as far a you could go before he felt your throat spasming around his length. You gagged and quickly pulled back, coughing and attempting to catch your breath.

Roger’s face was flushed with arousal and he swallowed thickly, “I’m going to fuck your mouth,” He said and you nodded you head in agreement, “Tap my thigh twice if you want me to stop, okay?” He asked, his expression softening for a moment when you repeated back to him your non verbal safe word.

After getting repositioned, your hands gripped Roger’s hips as he filled your mouth and held the sides of your head once again. His hips experimentally moved against you, his length sliding against your tongue while you remained kneeling.

You let out a small whimper as he dug his fingers into your scalp and began to grip your hair harder. The vibrations shot through him and his hips bucked sharply against your mouth as he began to pick up the pace.

Each of his thrusts was met with the sound of you gurgling and gagging on his dick as it sharply pounded against your throat. Saliva began to pool in the corners of your mouth and dribble down the sides of your cheeks and chin leaving your skin shiny.

You hummed against him, content with being used.

Roger peered down at you, his mouth hanging open, eyebrows knit tightly together, and cheeks dusted red. His thighs clenched and he twitched in your mouth when you met his gaze. Tears freely spilled from your eyes and mixed with your mascara, causing grey lines to streak your face and become smeared against his palm. He pulled out from your mouth abruptly after almost having lost himself.

You gasped as your lungs filled with air and coughed lightly while wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

Roger quickly pulled you up by your arms and pressed a hot opened mouth kiss against your lips. Your teeth clanked together and the two of you desperately clung to each other. Roger’s back fell against the wall and he pulled your thigh up to rest on the side of his waist. He ground against you, letting out a shuttering and helpless moan when he felt your unclothed core grinding back at him.

Roger pulled away “Bed, now.” He said roughly turning you and pushing you in the direction of your bed. You gasped and involuntarily fell forward, catching yourself as your hands collided with the mattress.

Roger let out an audible groan as the split in your panties became very visible to him, your soaking core and bum peeking out through the slit in the lacy fabric. He pushed your skirt back and exposed your bottom half fully. Softly, he rubbed the roundness of your bum and kneaded fistfuls of the plush skin in his hand, “You need to warn a guy the next time you wear these.” He mumbled, watching as his finger slipped between the delicate fabric and disappear between your folds, “You’re fucking soaked,” He huffed, pumping his fingers easily in and out of your tight core. Your back arched and you pushed against him, needy for his touch, “You like being used don’t you?” He smirked deviantly.

You gasped, feeling his fingers curl inside you, “Yes, fuck I love it.” You let the sinful confession slip out of your swollen and abused lips.

Roger slipped the skirt off your hips and finished stripping himself down before he turned you over. His chest heaved as he looked at you. He’d barely even touched you and you were practically writhing for him on the mattress. Roger tapped the back of your thighs, “Come on, love, sit up for me.” He said softly kneeling on the bed and offering you a hand.

You felt a strange twinge in your stomach at his endearing tone and sat up. Roger helped you out of your mesh top, groping your breasts as they spilled from it. He leaned over and briefly took them in his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over the pebbled buds before he moved and sat at the top of your bed.

Roger held his arms open and beckoned you to sit in his lap. So clad only in your panties you crawled over to him and took your seat. Roger’s nose touched yours and his breath softly blew against your face. The smell of cigarettes and spearmint gum causing you to feel dizzy from the familiarity of it. His lips barely brushed over yours. You could feel the warmth of his skin radiating off and were pretty sure he could feel your heart threatening to beat out from your chest.

Roger captured your mouth in a much softer kiss. Grabbing the back of your head and keeping you close against him. Your mouths moved in tandem and familiar motions together; you whimpered feeling him moving his hands to your hips. He beckoned you to lift your hips and helped position you over his length, trying to break the contact with your mouth as little as humanly possible.

Roger hissed as he felt the smooth and delicate fabric of your lace panties brush against his cock as he slid into you. You sank down and wrapped your legs around his waist and he held you close with one arm crawling up your back and the other helping to guide your hips.

“Roger” You whined, burying your face into his neck and sighing as you felt him slipping in and out of you. The feeling of him filling you up and rubbing against your walls caused each and every one of your nerve endings to stand on end and his touches ignited a path of flames in their wake. You gasped and arched into his chest while Roger held you impossibly close.

He broke away from your mouth and trailed a peppered kisses along your cheeks and kitten licks down your jaw until he latched onto your neck, sucking and biting at the hot sweaty skin. He sucked on it until there was a deeply colored mark tainting your perfect skin; he let out a little whimper as he ran his tongue over it to soothe the tenderness that had built up.

Roger held your tightly against his chest, so tightly that your back began to arch uncomfortably. You were too distracted to notice the muscles cramping along your spine, “You take me so well baby,” Roger huffed in your ear, the hot breath moving your stray hairs and causing them to tickle your skin.

Your breaths got hotter and whinier and your nails raked down his shoulders “You like it when I fuck you like this, love?” Roger asked pulling your hips down harder and meeting you with his own thrusts.

Your mouth hung open and you gripped your breasts, pushing and kneading them together and pinching your nipples for added stimulation, “Fuck yes,” you gasped out in response.

Roger watched you bouncing on top of his lap, your breasts squished together, and your skin slick with sweat. His brows knit together as he tried to stave off his impending orgasm and his hand buried itself between your leg, skillfully rubbing rough circles around your swollen clit. You leaned against Roger and buried your face into his long, now damp hair and gripped tightly onto his forearms as he quickly brought you over the edge.

Your walls clenched and pulsated around his cock and he shuttered against you, choking out a whiny groan of his own before he buried himself to the hilt and filled you with his hot seed.

You gasped and your eyes shot open and Roger quickly pulled way. His face was red and his eyes were wide “I’m sorry, shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to- it-I just-” he sounded panicked as he pulled out of you.

The evidence of your actions began to leak down your thigh as you sat hovering over Roger’s lap, slightly shocked that he came inside you, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” You said softly.

He continued to babble, as he usually did when he was flustered and you gripped the sides of his face, forcing him to focus on you. “Roger, it’s fine I’m not upset we can buy Plan B later today, okay?” You said in a firm tone, hoping to ease his worries.

Roger swallowed thickly and nodded his head, “Yeah, okay,” He was only slightly put at ease by your words, “I’m sorry,” He said once more.

You felt emotions tugging at your heart from his sincere words, you placed a lingering kiss on his lips “It’s fine I promise.” You said and softly smiled at him, “We just have to use a condom next time, okay?”

———

After your whole little Plan B incident, you and Roger were more careful to say the least, but, it didn’t curb the sexual appetite the two of you had developed for each other. It was both good and bad; good because you had no shortage of content for your little side hustle and bad because you found yourself craving Roger. The two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other and surprisingly enough, Freddie and your mutual friends hadn’t noticed anything.

“Hey, Rog?” You called as you entered the living room. After the two of you had finally finished up painting the walls the room, like you said, had managed to look much brighter and more open; though you could still some how see the outlines of the miss matched shapes Roger painted over the layer you put over them. It added character to the walls, you supposed.

“Yeah?” He answered back, pausing his game and setting his PlayStation controller on the table.

“Some guy sent in a video request.” You said pursing your lips and frowning.

Roger quirked his head at you, “What is it?” He asked getting up and walking towards you.

“A video in public,” Your face flushed at your words.

Roger’s eyes held a devilish glint, the opposite reaction you held, “Public you say?” He teased, “What’s he want us to do?” He pressed obviously getting a rise out of the personalized request.

You shifted, “I don’t know, like do stuff in public; like me giving you head under a table or you fingering me in a movie theater, or-”

“Having sex in a bathroom?” Roger quickly interrupted you.

You frowned, “No, I’m better than bathroom sex, Roger.” You said firmly.

Roger couldn’t help but laugh, “I never said you weren’t,” He quickly added, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder, “It would be hot though, wouldn’t it? All cramped up in a stall, having to be quiet while people came and went?” He tried to sound enticing, but you weren’t having it. He could tell from the expression on your face, “What about the closet after a gig? You haven’t been to one of our shows in a while.” He smirked against the skin on your neck, “I know how hot you get after one of our shows.” He teased.

You shivered, “I don’t know about that, what if Fred or Brian hear?” You looked away bashfully.

“All right then, what do you want to do?” He said, hoping you would make up your mind.

You pursed your lips in thought, “We can do it after one of your shows in the bathroom,” you sighed, secretly trying to suppress your excitement.

Roger grinned at you, “We’ve got that big show in a few days, is that soon enough?”

You nodded your head, before you felt your face heat up more, “Hey, Rog?” You questioned, playing with the hem of your shirt. Roger hummed in response, “Can you wear that white vest?” You asked feeling the head spreading from your face down to the back of your neck.

A grin spread across Roger’s soft features and the sides of his eyes crinkled “With the little tassels on it, right?” He couldn’t hide the amused tone in his voice or the grin that held it’s place when you nodded sheepishly in response

[heartlessromanticc]

Runaway : Jason Blossom Pt. 2

Part One  Part Three  Part Four

request: Omg I just read your jughead imagine and it haves me thinking, can you do a one shot thing of Jason Blossom not really being dead and sneaks into the reader’s bedroom in the middle of the night or something too explain to her why he faked his death (you can make up the reason because I’m not that clever) but yeah it’s just really sad and full of fluff idk I’m weird.

requested by: anonymous

A/N: Can you believe part 2 is finally here??? I can’t, but I am ecstatic to be posting this!! I loved writing the first part, but this part is going to be a little different. It is going to be written in first person!! Hopefully it is loved like the other one. okay, carry on. love you guys. xx, aubree (p.s. part three??)

warnings: fluffy as hell (I am not sorry.) 

word count: 1,802

(gif not mine) gif credit: x

MASTERLIST

The next morning was, well, quite easy. I had made sure Jason was hidden before I made my way to my father’s work. I needed to tell him that I was going to be testing out of school and then promptly leaving Riverdale, for good. 

I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans as I entered my father’s building. He worked for the mayor and was, usually, very busy. I just hoped that today, he would have at least a minute for me to talk to him. I sat in his office as he finished up his meeting with the mayor. 

“Y/N.” My father smiled, “I thought I saw you walk in. What’s up, kiddo?” 

“Would you hate me if I decided to test of of high school?” I studied his face, looking for any of his “no-way-in-hell” tell signs. Thankfully, I saw none.

“Why would you want to do that?” 

Y/N sighed, “With everything that happened to Jason. I can’t focus here anymore. I found a great program at NYU that would take me as long as I am able to test out with flying colors.” 

His eyes widened ever so slightly, “You want to move? Leave all of your friends? Leave me?”

“Dad. It’s not like that.” My head dropped, “It is what I was going to do with Jason. I still want to. And, I wouldn't be leaving you. You could come up and see me, and I could come see you. I wouldn't be gone forever dad.” 

He sighed and rubbed his hand through his greying hair, “This is what you really want?” 

“More than anything, dad.” 

He moved from his desk to the chair next to me. Putting his hand on my shoulder, he sadly smiled, “Then, I give you my permission to test out.”

I pulled him into a hug. I would miss him so much, but like I told him, I would still see him. I just don’t know when.

“Thanks, dad. I love you.”

He pulled me in for another hug, “I love you too, Y/N.” 

...

“So, he is going to let you test out and move?” Jason asked as I was studying.

“Yeah.” I looked over at him, “It is going to break his heart, me leaving, but I am not losing you again. I told him he could come visit me, in New York.”

“Do you think, if we told him that I was alive, he would tell my parents?” Jason was tossing around an old baseball I had.

“It’s hard to say. I mean, on one hand, he would understand why you left and why you did what you did, but on the other hand, he would be furious that you put your family through that. Granted no one here can hardly stand your parents, but I feel like he might.” I rested my head on the wall behind my bed. 

“How is Cheryl?” 

“Still queen bee. She runs that school, like always. Except, now, there is this new girl, Veronica, she might be the next Cheryl.” I laughed, “They dress similar, they are both vixens. She could really give C a run for her money.”

“I miss her.” Jason’s head fell.

I walked over to him and brushed some hair out of his face, “Call her. Tell her to come to my house. See her before we leave.” He just nodded. I smiled at him, “You desperately need a haircut.”

He laughed and shook his fiery locks with his hands, “I know.”

...

“Hey, dad?” I called from upstairs.

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“Cheryl is coming over, so don’t be alarmed when she comes bursting through the door.” 

He laughed, “Got it.” 

...

“I cannot believe that you and Cheryl let me believe you were dead. That was an awful experience.” I was curled up in my window seat. It has been my favorite spot since I was a child. Leaving this spot, leaving home has to be the hardest decision I have ever made. I had so many memories from this very seat. From my first kiss to now, leaving home. 

Jason sat down on the other end of the bench and pulled my into him, so that I was sitting in between his legs, “I know. I know that hurt you. I am so sorry that we put you through that. I am sorry that I put you through that.” He kissed the top of my head.

I have always liked Jason as more than just a friend, but I had never told him. Maybe, now that we were about to run away together, I could tell him, and should he feel the same way, we would be known as the “couple who disappeared.” Maybe that is twisted, but whatever.

“Hey, J?” I looked up at him sheepishly. 

Before he could respond, Cheryl burst through my door, “JJ?”

He got up and engulfed his twin in a bone-crushing hug, “I have missed you so much, Cheryl.”

“I missed you too, JJ.”

I cleared my throat causing the two to pull apart and look at me.

“Cheryl, I-”

“I know you must hate me for lying to you, but Jason really needed to get away. I did what I had to to protect him.” Cheryl grasped my hands in hers. Her eyes pleading for forgiveness.

“I don’t hate you, Cheryl, but you might hate me.” I smiled sadly at her. 

“You are leaving with JJ, aren't you?” 

I squeezed her hands, “I am, but you could come visit us. I’ll come down and visit you and Josie and my dad. I am not going to just abandon you.”

She pulled me into a hug and whispered in my ear, “You need to tell him.”

She told us that she would see us once more before we left, hugged us both, and then went home before her parents got anymore suspicious than they already are.

...

Jason and I were both sitting on my window seat, watching the stars twinkle in the sky. 

“What were you going to tell me earlier?” Jason spoke up.

“Huh?”

“Right before Cheryl came into the room, you were going to tell me something.”

I focused on the night sky, “I’m in love with you, J. I have been for years.” I glanced over at him. His smile spread from ear to ear.

“I’m in love with you too.” His eyes never left mine. I sighed, thankful that he had said those words.

“Well then.” I smirked, “Glad I told you.”

Jason laughed, a little too loud, and immediately covered his mouth. We both sat in silence for three minutes, until I deemed it clear. My dad was sound asleep. We both laughed as quietly as we could.

Jason then pulled my face into his, engulfing me in a kiss I had been long awaiting. His hands cupped my face as he deepened the kiss. It was soft and gentle, filled with love. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine. His hands still on my, now, flushed cheeks. He slightly rubbed his nose against mine, smiling. 

I lightly moved my head up and pecked his lips, then rested my head on his chest. 

...

I walked out of my final test and headed toward the front office to await my scores. I had packed up the majority of my stuff over the weekend, with the help of the Blossom twins. Cheryl made sure to tell Jason that, wherever we ended up living, the majority of the closet was mine. He had laughed and kissed the top of her head.

Josie and Cheryl were waiting for me in the front office when I walked in.

“Hey, girl.” Josie smiled at me, “I am so proud of you for getting into this program at NYU.”

“Thank you, Josie.” I hugged her, “Don’t forget about me when the Pussycats make it big.”

She giggled, “Never. Speaking of the Pussycats, I have to go to practice. I am going to miss you, but I will definitely be coming up to visit you in the Big Apple.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” I grinned, “I am going to miss you too.”

Josie sauntered out of the front office. Cheryl stayed with me. She vowed that she wouldn’t leave my side until I got home tonight. Jason and I were leaving tomorrow, so she wanted to spend as much time with the both of us as possible.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” The secretary called my name.

“That’s me.”

“Congratulations, you have officially tested out of high school. Here are your test scores. Your diploma will be mailed to you in six to eight weeks.”

“Thank you so much!” I turned and faced Cheryl.

“Congratulations, Grad!!” She laughed and linked her arm through mine.

“Well, there is no turning back now.” I laughed.

...

The next morning, Jason went to meet up with Cheryl one last time before we left, while my father and I packed up my car. 

“Well, I am very proud of you, kiddo.” My father’s eyes began to tear up.

“Oh, dad.” I pulled him into a hug, “Please don’t cry. I will come and visit as much as possible and I will call you every single day. I am going to miss you so much.”

“I am going to miss you too.” He held me at arms length and in a hushed tone, said, “Tell Jason if he doesn’t take care of you, I’ll kick his ass.” 

“You know?” I gasped.

“That boy has a very distinct laugh, and I didn’t believe that the captain of the water polo team would have drowned. I know Penelope and Clifford Blossom. I don’t blame him for running away. I am just glad you decided to get your diploma before you ran off with him.” My dad kissed my forehead and pulled me into another hug, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I sighed and wiped away a tear from my cheek, “Good bye, dad.”

“Good bye, Y/N.” He watched me get into my car, “Be safe.”

...

I pulled up to Sweetwater River and got out to go get Jason. As I walked up to him, he was hugging Cheryl for the last time.

He looked over to me, “You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” I gave Cheryl one last hug and grabbed Jason’s hand, “Bye, C.”

“Bye, Y/N.” Tears slipped down her cheeks as Jason and I walked back to my car.

Jason pulled me in for a small kiss, “Let’s get this show on the road.” Laughing, I walked over to the driver’s side of the car, but a booming voice from behind Jason and I, stopped us dead in our tracks. Sending shivers down our spines.

“And just where do you think you two are going?”

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