#cause my aps are gonna lock for the night in 2 minutes so that i actually go to bed

[anxiously-kk]

ok also you know how people say one of the ig things that happens the older they get is they stop giving a fuck? well i feel like that’s so true and that’s why the show needs to go back to casting more older people! like some of the most iconic and dramatic (in a good fun way) people have been older players and the show has been severely missing that energy when they cast all people in their 20s and like 1 in their early 30’s half who are trying to be influencers and half who are still learning how to be ok with not people pleasing you know?

[heycasbutt]

Better From Here

A/N: You and Spencer share your first time together. Super sweet, not graphic Smut. Enjoy!

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Being a junior in college, on your way to medical school, and doing it all with your best friend in the world was something some people could only dream of. You actually got to live it.

You and Spencer had grown up in the same neighborhood of Las Vegas, he was older than you by exactly 3 months, although he knew it right down to the minute. You attended school together and both graduated at the top of your class in high school, Spencer being just a small percentage above you. You had both been accepted to Yale-the safety school for the both of you. And neither of you cared for dorms, so using the money you’d been saving, you rented a little apartment just off campus. It was small, 2 bedrooms and the walls were paper thin. So thin you swore you could hear Spencer breathing through them.

People often asked why you and Spencer weren’t together. A question you didn’t really have an answer for. Spencer was incredibly good looking but you’d just never felt that way about him. He was your best friend and that’s really all you saw him for. Spencer had the same answer. You were gorgeous beyond belief, but he’d just never really thought of you that way. Then the one who had asked the question would remark that you and Spencer would be absolutely adorable together to which you would both laugh and say ‘maybe someday’.

“Y/N..” Spencer started one night after you had finished studying for Chemistry.

“Yeah, bug?” You asked with a small smile. A bully had called him stick bug when you were in junior high, and the name stuck. But you shortened it to Bug, which Spencer said was a hell of a lot better.

“Can I tell you something?” His voice faltered slightly and you began to worry. You always did though, your mother scolded you for being a worrier.

“You sure can, you know you can tell me anything!” You grinned and leaned forward on the small coffee table in your front room. Spencer was laying on the couch and pulled a pillow to his front before taking a shaky breath in.

“I’m a virgin.” He spluttered out, bringing the pillow up to conceal his face. Undoubtedly embarrassed. But you weren’t, you yourself were still a virgin, you hadn’t found someone to give that part of your life to just yet.

“Okay?” You started, crawling around to the couch and gently pulling the pillow from his face. You smiled gently and kissed his head “So am I,” You added softly. Thinking back to high school for a moment though, your mind wandered.

“What about Stacie that you dated the end of our junior year? I always thought you two had fucked with the way she was always all over you and that obnoxious giggle of hers that she did when someone mentioned you,” You half sneered. It was no secret you didn’t get along with Stacie, she was just using Spencer to get through AP Chemistry, and she hated that you were his best friend.

“Her? God no. She may have fucked the entire basketball team-at once. But no, I never stuck my dick in that,” Spencer laughed softly. He had broken up with her when he caught her being horrible to you one day for being friends with Spencer and ‘Trying to steal my man!’.

“Mama always taught my brothers, ‘Don’t stick your dick in crazy’,” You snorted and quickly your hand flew to cover your mouth. Spencer situated himself on the floor next to you, laughing.

“Jesus, she told them that?” Spencer said through the tears forming from laughter.

“Yep,” You replied matter of factly. “She said it after Micah thought he knocked up a girl and she turned out to be batshit crazy. She wasn’t really pregnant. Just fucking desperate,” You added.

“Oh yeah, I remember that. I’m pretty sure we could hear your mom screaming at him across the street,” Spencer smiled.

“Probably could,” You shrugged “Momma was always a yeller and a loud one at that.”

Spencer’s laughter started up again and you couldn’t help but join in. It was contagious to say the least.

“Remember that one time I fell asleep in your bed while we were studying and we didn’t wake up till the morning and I thought she was going to take me out back and castrate me?” Spencer reminisced. You remembered, the two of you were dead tired from studying so you turned out the light and crawled into bed. Your mom had found the two of you the next morning and had yelled for so long and was so loud that she was hoarse before Spencer left to change and come back to walk you to school.

“Fuck, do I remember. She thought we had sex and I was gonna end up a pregnant 16 year old.” You said and leaned your head back against the couch “She made me take a pregnancy test every week for 3 months before she was satisfied I wasn’t pregnant,” You laughed softly.

“Well, I think I’m gonna head to bed. Are you going to bed or are you staying up?” Spencer asked leaning forward.

“I’ll probably stay up and finish some more homework,” You smiled at him. Spencer stood up and then folded himself in half again to place a small, chaste kiss on your lips. His lips were firm and soft, and you wanted more.

“Good night Spence,” You whispered, waving weakly at him as he disappeared down the hall. What that was, you didn’t know. But you didn’t mind in the least bit.

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The next morning the two of you ate breakfast in silence. You hadn’t slept much the night prior, thinking about the kiss. You knew something had to be done and you knew just what to do.

“Alright. I’m heading to class,” Spencer said walking into the living room. His backpack was almost as big as he was. You didn’t have classes today and were lounging on the couch watching a daytime talk show.

“Come here before you leave,” You motioned Spencer over. He came and stood in front of you. You stood up and kissed him gently.

“That’s for last night,” You whispered with a gentle tap on his nose. “Now go, You have class,” Spencer walked slowly out of the apartment and locked the door. You finally let out the breath you’d been holding in.

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Spencer returned later that afternoon. His eyes sunken in from the four classes he had just sat through. He found you in your bedroom and quickly slammed the door shut. Causing you to jump.

“Spence! You’re home!” You said in a chipper tone to the not so chipper looking man.

“What was that this morning?” He asked firmly, his eyes wild.

“What was that last night?!” You accused sliding off the bed and poking Spencer in the chest. He recoiled in shock. Not sure how to respond to you.

“We promised we wouldn’t fall in love with each other! You know how messy that is, and you’re my best friend,” Spencer whispered and held you close.

“I couldn’t help it Spence. It just happened,” You balled his shirt in your fists as you cried softly.

“Hey. Hey, no tears. I fell in love with you. It just happened, I woke up one morning and realized I couldn’t be without you,” Spencer lifted your head with a finger and kissed you gently. You leaned in to the kiss and looped your arms around his neck.

“I’m ready, Spencer,” You whispered and he nodded in agreement. He laid you gently on the large bed and started to slowly undress you. He ran his long fingers along every dip and curve in your body. You arched your back in response and he smiled softly.

“Why am I the only one naked?” You propped yourself up on your elbows and started to reach for Spencer’s T-shirt. He quickly pulled it over his head and discarded it in a pile near where your clothes had ended up. His pants and boxer briefs ended up in the same pile and soon he was on top of you.

“You sure about this?” Spencer cautioned sheathing his length in a condom and positioning it at your entrance. You mewled softly in response and nodded. Spencer pushed in slowly, a sharp pain surged through you at first but quickly subsided when Spencer began to slowly thrust.

“Oh my god you feel amazing, Spence!” You moaned, bucking your hips in rhythm with his. One hand reached down as Spencer began to lazily rub your clit in circles.

“Oh fuck so do you,” Spencer breathed out and increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts. You knew the both of you wouldn’t last long but right now you didn’t care.

“Oh Spencer!” You gasped as he hit a sensitive spot inside you. Soon you felt a tingly sensation building in your belly. It moved along your whole body, enveloping you in ecstasy as you rode out your orgasm.

“Oh god yes, Y/N,” Spencer moaned and released within your walls, you still clenching around him.

“Fuck that was amazing,” You breathed and pulled Spencer in for a kiss.

“I’ve heard the first time is always the worst but we can only get better from here,” Spencer winked and kissed your forehead gently as the two of you drifted into a blissful afternoon nap.

[blueboxesandtrafficcones]

All I Want for Christmas is You (Naked) - Chapter 3

Chapter 3!  The Doctor decides to sneak into Rose’s room, and thank her for Chapter 2.  This one’s pure smut - no semblance of plot to be found here.  NSFW

@chiaroscuroverse​ @dwsecretsanta​, beta’d by @stupidsatsuma

@timepetalsprompts​ - Eccleston bingo - hand porn (because, well, that’s what he does with it), balancing on his arms

@doctorroseprompts​ because the whole fic’s going to be a bedsharing/fake relationship Doctor/Rose catastrophe™

Masterlist

Onwards!

Letting out an annoyed sigh, Rose rolled onto her other side.  Per her mother’s wishes, she was spending the night in her old bed in the flat. So far, being there had only served to highlight how much her life had changed and how well she’d adjusted to being on the TARDIS.  

She missed the comforting hum of the TARDIS, her more mature and better decorated room she’d used before moving into the Doctor’s.

Above all, though, she missed the Doctor spooned behind her.  Whether they were intimate that night or not, they would cuddle together with nothing between them.  He would hold her until she fell asleep before going to do maintenance, but he almost always returned before she woke.

As if summoned by the power of thought, her doorknob turned slowly and she sensed more than saw him creep in, quickly stripping down to his pants and coming around to the far side of the bed.

“Hey,” she whispered, gesturing for him to close the door.  He did before climbing in next to her and wrapping her in his arms, cuddling snug up behind her.

“Hi,”  the Doctor whispered back, tucking his chin into her neck.

“What are you doing here?” After the movie had ended Jackie had in no uncertain terms banished him back to the TARDIS and all but locked Rose in her room.  He’d gone, but not without muttering about stupid apes and domestics under his breath the whole way.  Now not even two hours later he was sneaking into her bed.

“I realized something,” he murmured, voice low and husky in a way Rose was all too familiar with, and her heart started to pound in anticipation.

“Oh?”  She tried for coy, but it came out breathier than intended when he slid one hand under the hem of her nightshirt to cup a breast before rolling the nipple through his fingers.

“I realized that while you were very generous with your favours today, I was not.  I count three separate instances where I left you unsatisfied.”

“Is that so?”  She rubbed her thighs together, the dull empty ache she’d spent the day ignoring returning full force at the promise in his voice.  She lifted one arm behind her to caress the back of his head, which only encouraged him to switch his attention to her other breast.

“Mhmm.  We got interrupted before I could taste you last night, you took over this morning, and I’d say this evening on the couch I came out ahead.”  She could feel him smirk against her neck, pleased with his own pun.

“That’s true. Though I wouldn’t say you left me unsatisfied last night,” Rose teased, making him chuckle.

“Are you saying you don’t want me to return your earlier favor?”

“Is that what you’re here for? A shag? Not cause you missed me?” Her joke fell a bit flat, a tinge of insecurity showing through. It was easy to be a confident seductress on board the TARDIS, but here in her old life those feelings of inadequacy came rushing back.

“No.  I’m simply here to even the score.”  The Doctor nudged one knee between hers, encouraging her to open to him a bit.

“You don’t have to,” she told him genuinely, and he pinched her nipple roughly in response.

“Want to.  Been wantin’ to taste you all day.”  The instant flood of pheromones assaulting his senses told him she wanted the same, despite her weak protestations.

“Well, who am I to deny you what you want?”  Rose drawled.

Sliding out from behind her he prodded her onto her back, smiling when she automatically bent one knee, laying her foot flat and spreading her thighs.

Quickly adjusting the pillows behind her to give her some support, she widened her legs a bit further. A bit of her confidence returned when he only stared with eyes somewhat glazed, intent on the dark wet spot he could see on her knickers.

When he still didn’t move, only kneeling motionless in front of her, she crooked her finger at him.

“Sorry, Time Lord, but if there’s something you want, you’re gonna have to take it yourself.”

A predatory smile spread across the Doctor’s face, and he prowled his way up the mattress to pull her nightshirt over her head without fanfare.  Tossing it behind him, uncaring of where it went, he immediately lowered his head to her neck.

“No marks,” she reminded him, guiding him below where tomorrow’s collar would be.  As soon as he was in an approved zone he attacked. Sucking hard at the skin, he slowly worked his way down her torso as she cradled his head with one hand, stroking his back with the other.

The longer he worked her, furiously marking her skin, the more sighs and moans she let out until he finally turned to her neglected breasts.  When he sucked one nipple into his mouth while tugging at the other, she let out a too-loud cry for the otherwise quiet flat.

Both froze until the Doctor was sure Jackie wasn’t going to investigate.  Intending to continue his torture, he was instead surprised when Rose gently pushed on his head.

“Quit teasin’, I’ve been thinkin’ of this all day,” she ordered, and he raised his head and one hand to give a cheeky salute.

“Yes, ma’am!”

Skimming his mouth over the rest of her torso, pausing only to play with her navel, he quickly reached her knickers.  He had to grit his teeth against the smell of her; it was almost overpowering, proving how long she’d been waiting for release.

Rather than immediately remove them, however, he nuzzled his nose against the wet patch, hearing her breathing hitch.  Pulling back slightly he traced the outline with his tongue, zeroing in on her clit if her gasp was any indication.  He gave it a good suck through the cotton before an idea came to him.

“Tell me,” he demanded suddenly.  “Tell me what you’ve been thinkin’ of.”

Rose’s eyes widened, glancing around the room nervously before looking back at him so close to where she needed him but unmoving, watching her patiently.

“Been thinkin’ of you,” she confessed, earning a kiss to her inner thigh.

“And?”  He prompted when she stayed silent.

“Your tongue,” she whispered, blushing in the darkened room.  They’d certainly enjoyed plenty of fun things in their bedroom, but dirty talk as themselves was new.  When they were roleplaying, usually inspired by an outfit Rose found in the wardrobe room? Easy.  But as Rose and the Doctor?

“Doing what?”  He obviously wasn’t planning on making this easy for her, and she had to fight down the urge to tell him to just go, that she’d take care of it herself.

“On me.”  When he shot her his patented dribbled-on-your-shirt look, she reluctantly elaborated.  “Kissin’ me, lickin’ me.  I want it on my clit.”  Unable to believe the words she’d just said, she slapped her hand over her mouth, mortified. She’d never asked for it in so many words.

The Doctor however was having a very different reaction, based on the deep groan he let off.  From her vantage point, she could see his hips press into the mattress twice before he forced them to stop.

“Take off your knickers.”

This was more familiar territory and she obeyed happily, having to be careful not to kick him in the head when he refused to move from between her thighs.

Once she was naked and again spread before him knees bent, he leaned in to give her a single long swipe with his tongue.

“Oh, that’s fantastic,” he muttered, even as her head thunked back against the headboard in agreement.

“Yeah.”

She returned her hand to the back of his head, not bothering to trying to guide him back down.  She knew if she tried to make him he’d only drag it out longer, and she didn’t think she could take it.

“Tell me more.”  He rained kisses over her thighs, his hot breath ghosting along her weeping slit.

“Uh…”  Her mind was starting to go hazy with lust, and she could barely concentrate on anything other than the exact location of the tip of his tongue, and how frustratingly far it was from where she wanted it. “Like what?”

“What do you imagine when you touch yourself?”

Her eyes slammed shut, and she slid down a little on the bed, too turned on to be embarrassed any longer.

“You.  Just like this.  Tongue on my clit, fingers inside.  Fuck,” she added when he instantly obeyed, flicking his tongue over her as he slid one finger halfway in.

“Like this?”

“Unh.  Yeah.  Fuck.  Deeper, though.”  Rose began to pant as he began a gentle rhythm pushing his middle finger in and out, tongue continuing to dance over her.

Eventually though she needed more, and it was obvious he was going to make her ask if not outright beg.

“Another finger.  And, unh, suck me,” she commanded, suddenly aware that at some point she’d buried one hand in her own hair, the other twisting and pulling at a nipple.

With the added finger he began to crook the tips every time he pulled out, doing a fantastic job of building her up.  Blindly, she took her hand from her hair to pat around her, looking for something to help keep quiet.  Giving up, she settled for her hand over her mouth, letting off soft, keening sounds every few seconds.

After what could have been minutes or hours he added a third finger, groaning at the tight fit and getting jealous of his own hand.  At that, Rose let go of her breast to clutch at the sheets, muttering an incoherent litany though the occasional yes, fuck, and Doctor were distinguishable.

Her hips began to rock up to meet his fingers in earnest, and he shifted to move his mouth to her breast while his other hand took over at her clit; within seconds she froze, before tightening around him and letting out a long, lingering moan.

He worked her through it and she eventually relaxed, eyes blinking open.

“Wow.”  The dazed look in Rose’s eye made his hearts soar, even as his pulse pounded in his pants, begging to be released and relieved.

“Good?”  He asked smugly, wiping at his mouth before leaning over to grab some tissues to clean them both up.

“’S okay.”  Still panting, she smiled at him, fighting back those three words that would send him running.

“Just okay?  Should I try again?”  He teased, dipping his head towards her.

“No!”  She shrieked, laughing as she pushed him away, still too sensitive to take it.  “Can’t, I need to be able to walk, and function, and do the words putting into sentences thing tomorrow.”  Rose tugged him up to her, encouraging him to rest his weight against her.  Despite her exhaustion, she smiled at the hardness pressed against her thigh.

“Very well.  But I still owe you one,” he capitulated, nuzzling his nose in her hair.

“If you insist.”

She was just drifting off to sleep finally, when he whispered, “Rose?”

“Yeah?”

He was quiet for several long moments, mindlessly stroking his hand along her hip and thigh.

“This weekend…”

“Mmhmm?”  She fought to concentrate on his words, instead of the spark he was unknowingly cultivating within her.

“Is it important to you? That I go, I mean.”

Her eyes snapped open, and she frowned at the little of his forehead she could see.  She chose her words carefully.

“I would very much like it if you would, but if you won’t, or can’t, then I understand.  But, I am going.”

He sighed and she felt the warm air on her neck, the sensation building up new desire for him.

“Can I convince you to take the TARDIS?”

“No.  I want to get there this Christmas.”

He shifted against her, inadvertently rubbing against her in a way that made her eyes roll back, still incredibly sensitive.

“For you,” the Doctor finally agreed grudgingly.

“Thank you,” she whispered into his neck, before gently raising her hips against him.

It took three tries but eventually he raised his head to look at her, amused.  “I thought you were tired?”

She shrugged, admitting, “I can’t get enough of you.”

A filthy smile spread across his face.  “Fair enough then.”

[soldierstark]

The Promposal | JUGHEAD JONES X READER

Description / Request: Jughead come into Pop's Diner one night to enlist  his friends help. He wants to ask the reader to prom but doesn't know how. The result involves 150 ping pong balls, a sharpie, and a well thought out pun.

Word Count: 1961

“Good you are all here,” Jughead said in relief as he sat down in the booth at Pop’s Diner. Archie, Betty, and Veronica were already there eating various foods and drinking milkshakes.

“What’s up with you?” Archie asked noticing his friend’s odd demeanor.

Jughead’s posture wasn’t so much rigid as it was tense. His arms rested on the table while his thumbs were twiddling together nervously. “You guys can keep a secret right?” he asked looking up at his friends who were staring at him incredulously. “Oh yea, stupid question.”

“Jughead,” Betty said probingly, quirking an eyebrow.

Jughead sighed and bit his lip in thought for a moment. “I want to ask (Y/N) to go to prom with me,” he admitted with a slight smile.

Veronica and Betty gasped then clapped their hands together in excitement while giggling. Archie pulled Jughead into a side hug and ruffled his hat around. “Look at you growing up,” he said with a chuckle.

“That’s great Jughead!” Betty stated taking a sip of her milkshake.

“How are you gonna do it?” Veronica asked.

“That’s why I came,” Jughead said leaning forward. “I know that I want to go with her, but I can’t think of a good way to ask her.”

Archie shrugged his shoulders. “Jughead you’ve been friends with her for a while and you know what she likes. You don’t even have to do anything, maybe you should just ask her.”

Veronica started laughing then turned her head toward Jughead. “Don’t listen him Jughead. What does he know? The only girl he can get is his music teacher for god’s sake.”

“Hey!” Archie yelled in protest while the rest of his friends burst out laughing.

“What are we laughing at?” a new voice said from behind Jughead. He and Archie turned around to see (Y/N) approaching them with a mischievous smile.

“Archie and Ms. Grundy,” Betty answered scooting over so she had a seat. She, Veronica, and (Y/N) were all squished into one side of the booth now.

(Y/N) nodded her head, understanding. “Why are we talking about her though? She left months ago.”

“Well Jughead here was asking us for help with something and she just came up,” Veronica said winking at Jughead. He started shaking his head wildly with wide eyes.

“Help with what?” (Y/N) asked taking one of Archie’s fries.

“Jughead wants to ask this girl to prom but he doesn’t know how,” Betty chimed in.

(Y/N) looked up at Jughead in surprise. “Really?”

Jughead nodded his head, gauging her reaction. (Y/N) seemed fine, not upset at all about the prospect of him going to prom with another girl. Did she not like him the way he liked her?

“Don’t do a poster with candy, that’s basic. It’s so overdone at this point that it shows minimum effort. She’ll know this, trust me,” Veronica said.

Betty nodded in agreement. “Maybe you could do something sweet and romantic, like reenacting her favorite romance scene from a movie or TV show,” she suggested.

(Y/N) started laughing which caused the whole table to look at her with a questioning glance. “It’s just that, my favorite romantic scene from TV is when Austin sings I Think About You to Ally. You know in the episode of Austin and Ally after they kiss for the first time. I’d love to see someone reenact that,” she said still chuckling.

“Then how would you like to get asked?” Archie piped up.

“I haven’t really thought about it,” (Y/N) admitted. “I just know I wouldn’t want some big romantic gesture you know. It’s sweet and all, but it puts a lot of pressure on the person asking, and if you turn them down it awkward for both people.”

Archie nodded in agreement. “That’s true. Plus you need money for that and most people out age are broke. Veronica being the exception.” The table erupted in a burst of short laughs.

“You really have no idea how you want to be asked to prom? Betty asked in disbelief.

(Y/N) stole another one of Archie’s fries. “I’m not the type of girl who really thinks about that kinda stuff. Plus, I’ve heard that I’m an intimidating person. It’s not like any guy has enough balls to ask me,” she said standing up. “Anyways, I have my AP test next week so I’m gonna go home and study a bit before bed. See ya’ll tomorrow.”

The group of friends all waved goodbye to (Y/N) as she exited the diner. Jughead’s eyes followed her retreating figure until it was out of sight.

“Walmart is still open right?” he asked turning his attention back to his friends.

Archie looked at him weirdly. “Yea. Why?”

“I figured out how I’m gonna ask (Y/N) to prom.”

    I walked into school reading my book, navigating my way through the crowds of students by watching their feet which I saw in my peripheral vision. I made my way to my locker and noticed 4 pairs of feet standing around it.

I looked up from my book and saw Betty, Archie, Veronica, and Jughead staring at me with creepy smiles. I closed my book and eyed them suspiciously. “What?” I asked raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” Archie said, waving me off nonchalantly. “We just decided to meet here this morning.”

“Uh huh,” I said crossing my arms over my chest.  I looked everyone up and down, my gaze lingering on Jughead. His eyes showed signs of lack of sleep, along with the fact that he was yawning. “Why are you so tired?” I asked him.

“I’m not tired,” he replied shaking his head slowly.

The bell rang, signaling that we had five minutes to get to class. “You need to get anything out of your locker (Y/N)?” Betty asked, the creepy smile still graced upon her face.

“No,” I answered dragging the word out. “I have everything I need for my first three classes in my backpack already.”

Betty and Veronica sighed in what sounded like defeat and walked off. Jughead once again yawned loudly then followed suit.

I turned my head towards Archie and gave him a look of pure confusion. “Is it something I said?”

He stared at me, shook his head, and then walked off. I took one last look at my locker then turned on heel and made my way to first period.

    After lunch I was walking with Betty to my next class when we passed by my locker. I grabbed her arm and dragged her over to it with me.

“What are you doing?” she asked sounding slightly panicked.

“Getting rid of these books,” I replied pointing to my backpack. “And getting the supplies for my next class.”

I reached my hand up to put in the combination and Betty slapped my hand. “Ow!” I screeched pulling my hand back to my chest. “What the fuck Betty?”

She smiled sheepishly and looked around her for something. “Nothing. You can borrow my stuff. C’mon! We’re going to be late,” she rambled and pulled me away from my locker.

I started yelling in protest but she ignored me. What was going on?

    My feet were halfway out of the door the when the bell rang for 6th period. I rushed through the hallway, maneuvering around students like a full blown ninja trying to get to my locker. I quickened my pace when I saw that none of my crazy friends were by it to stop me from opening it.

I let out a cheer as I approached it and put my hand on the combination. I started twisting it until the dial ended up on the last digit. I let out a sigh of relief and put my hand on the handle to open it, when another hand came out of nowhere and twisted the dial. Effectively locking my locker again.

I whipped my head around, my (Y/E/C) eyes blazing in frustration, only to see Archie. He took a step back when he saw my expression and raised his hands in surrender.

“You are intimating,” he mumbled under his breath not so quietly.

“Why won’t you idiots let me open my locker and get my stuff? I need my formula chart for math next period so I don’t fail this dam test Archie!” I screamed running a hand through my hair.

I watched as he dug around in his backpack and pulled out a piece of paper. He held it out to me and I took it with raised suspicions. It was his formula chart for math class.

“You can borrow mine (Y/N). Okay?” he said in a calm voice. “I know we’re all acting weird, but this will all make sense in 2 hours. Just, promise me you won’t open your locker until we all get here after the release bell.”

I groaned then turned around and walked off. “Fine,” I yelled over my shoulder.

    I had had enough with today’s madness by the time the final bell rang. I let out a sigh of relief and strolled out of my final class of the day towards my locker. When I got there, Betty and Archie were waiting for me.

“Here,” I said to Archie holding out his formula chart. He smiled at me and took it from my hand.

Betty was smiling at me creepily like she was this morning. “How’s your day been?” she asked.

“Odd,” I said slowly, still trying to figure out what was going on.

The hallway was almost completely void of students when Jughead and Veronica arrived, smiling like idiots as well.

I looked around at all of them. “Can I open my locker now?” I asked with a sigh. They all nodded their heads eagerly. “Okay then.”

My hand went up and started twisting the dial back and forth. I could feel my heartrate speed up out of sheer nervousness of what I was to find inside. I finished putting in the combination and put my hand on the handle, ready to open it.

In my peripheral vision, I could see my friends all take a few steps back, still smiling. It couldn’t be that bad if they were smiling. Right?

Taking a deep breath, I lifted the handle up and swung the door to my locker open. I yelped and stepped backwards when at least a hundred ping pong balls started pouring out of my locker and onto the floor.

“What the hell?” I said in confusion after the avalanche ceased. My friends were all standing behind, stifling giggles.

That’s when I noticed there was writing on all of the balls. I squatted down and picked one up and turned it around in my fingers. It read ‘Prom?’ I stood back up and looked at my friends with wide eyes.

Jughead stepped forward and flashed me a mischievous grin. “I finally got the balls to ask you to prom,” he announced sounding very proud of himself.

I couldn’t hide the uncontrollable smile that erupted onto my face. I started laughing. “So this is why you were so tired this morning. Did you stay up all night writing on all of these ping pong balls?”

Jughead nodded his head. “And woke up extra early to put them in your locker.”

“It was a lot harder than we thought,” Archie chimed in, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Well A+ for creativity and use of pun Jughead,” I said walking closer to him. I stood up on my toes and gave him a sweet but brief kiss on the lips. “And my answer is yes, if you couldn’t tell.”

He pulled me in for a hug, his chest rumbling with laughter. The sound of my friends cheering filled my ears, making me smile. It was a good day.

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