#kevie took care of me

[non-un-topo]

Mom I throwed up

[kevindayscrown]

Kevin Day and his life without a romantic partner.

Because not everyone wants or needs to end up with someone to have a happy life.

Okay so, I was going through my posts yesterday and, while I love my boy Eric and the ship I have created, I also want to explore a bit more the idea of arospec Kevin. Maybe it's me self projecting again but yk, let's ignore that.

(You can revisit the other post I made on this if you want here)

So here are a few more headcanons/random ideas about the whole thing:

At first, everyone thinks that Kevin is just too much of an asshole to be in an actual relationship.

(This sometimes makes Kevin think so too).

Slowly, Kevin starts realising that he had never been interested in people that way. Sex, sure, that was fine. But other than that, he had never felt any sort of romantic attraction before.

Of course, he wouldn't sit down to ever discuss this with anyone. He doesn't think much of it, he knows he is perfectly fine with the career he has.

However, people will not stop bothering him about it. The media, the press, everyone is asking nagging questions.

Eventually, during one press conference, Kevin decides to clear this subject once and for all.

"I am not interested in being in a relationship, now or in the future."

Everyone is a bit surprised by that but, for the most part, they respect it.

(Except from those delusional fangirls who are, admittedly, a bit disappointed).

Some believe he is just too young and will eventually change his mind. Surely, he will find someone to love and start a family with.

Others start speculating the labels. Although Kevin thought he didn't really need to label himself, some of them do provide some sense of comfort.

However, eventually Kevin finds that he is perfectly happy and complete the way he is. After having gone pro and then to Court, his career is at its peak, where he wants it. And even after that, when he retires with lots of golden medals, and becomes a coach, he is still happy.

The kids love him and that's a surprise to everyone, even himself. He doesn't really want kids for himself but he is always proud when he is able to help one find their potential and play better.

He is happy with the relationship he has built with his father. He is happy when the two of them can finally stand together in a room and not feel awkward or feel the weight of Kayleigh's presence.

They eventually make it tradition to meet up at least once a week to catch up. Kevin will subtly ask for advice on coaching and Wymack will be more than happy to provide it.

During Wymack and Abby's wedding, Kevin is yet again asked when will he stand at the end of the aisle. He only smiles and dismisses the question.

He is happy when he takes in a small German Shepherd, a pup beaten and starved on the sidewalk. He grows up to be Kevin's most loyal friend.

Kevin hates morning walks normally, but when he takes Max (he is not really original with the name) out on a walk, it's not nearly as bad.

And when Max grows to trust him, Kevin finally realises what a joy it is to have someone be solely devoted to you, to care for you unconditionally and never judge you.

The first night when Max sleeps by his side is probably the most peaceful night Kevin has ever had, ridden of all nightmares.

He doesn't ever heal completely or gets over his panic attacks and anxiety, but he doesn't think a romantic partner would have changed that either way.

He retires in Ireland. In a small town where his mother was from, where all the locals know him but not just because he is Kevin Day. Because he is Kevie, Kayleigh's son who would run around the neighbourhood with a little exy stick on his hand right before his mother took him to America.

He grows old, or as old as the years that have worn out his mind and heart let him. His death is a much more peaceful one however, than he would have imagined years ago.

He is perfectly happy with the life he has led. Fighting and living to the fullest until his final breath.

[goddamnalientourists]

Random bits of Lorien Legacies fandom history I remember:

- Everyone thinking Five was going to be a girl before The Fall of Five came out and people living their truth writing all those self inserts and oc girl fives who always ended up smooching Nine (who didn't love a good self insert?)

- all those anti Five memes after TFOF which were like "i am number four fans counting to ten 1 2 3 4 not you 6 7 8 9 10"

- that facebook game about mark james that may or may not have been a fever dream

- everyone calling setrakus ra mousetraps for some reason. I don't remember why.

- the fandom making Eight's sole character trait pizza because he referenced it one time. Also whitewashing him with Robert Sheehan edits.

- that time I was really into crack ships and someone took one look at a Nine/Marina fic I wrote bluescreened and did a whole essay on how ridiculous ships made them quit the fandom and everyone called them out on it

- Sam/Six ship being named Stormchaser

- When John/Six/Sam love triangle was going on and everyone went out of their way to hate on Sarah (and also that time everyone thought she was a traitor?? I forgot how that worked out my brain is telling me Setrakus shapeshifted into her but i haven't read it for ages so idk)

- the iconic fic I read once where the fic author didn't like Sarah so they included a scene where her head exploded and she was secretly a robot the whole time to get her out of the picture go bold or go home

- the time everyone started liking Sarah and making critiques of John's character and the series shitty writing #SarahHartDeservedBetter

- the time @officialpittacuslore rocked up, pointed at John and Nine and said "yes, I'll have some more of whatever those two have going on", dug a pit, labelled it 'Stohn' and everyone jumped in overnight (gay alien pit throwback uwu)

- astohnymous sending everyone in the fandom incorrect quotes on anon

- Six/Marina rising in popularity. Sirina supremacy. There is no heterosexual explanation for dreaming about seeing a girl on the beach that's soulmate energy right there.

- sandor/devektra/crayton/lexa fics and edits were a big thing for a while and devektra was always taylor swift

- the period before the revenge of seven was released where there was a countdown centred around celebration of fan content creation where everyone wrote fics and did art and edits for a certain theme!

- the time I got so annoyed by this random guy named Devdan just disappearing and never being mentioned again I made a whole detailed theory involving alternate timelines to make it so Devdan is Eight from a bad!future. I still think this is a cool theory and better than the actual explanation, bad and lazy writing.

- one time I ran a secret santa for the fandom and legend says I still haven't removed the page from my blog because I just forgot to for years. Literally. It's still on my blog. Wth?? Shameful 😔 my blog is terrible but what do you expect i dont get paid

- the shittacuslore and setracrapra RP blogs

- also I have a Malcolm roleplay sideblog I hardly ever used don't know if that counts as a significant moment of fandom history but I just find it funny how out of all characters I could have RPd I chose him. Could have picked a character with cool powers and telekinesis but I pointed at the local traumatised amnesia dad and was like "yes, I will be him", made 3 posts and never used it again.

- I've been an Adam stan since I first joined this fandom and the first thing I contributed to this fandom was a coloured pencil drawing of One wjth a surfboard, and it's been glorious watching Adam rise from 'character people are vaguely aware of but most haven't read the side-stories so they don't know about him to care enough' to 'fan favourite who deserves everything in the world and also look at him he's depressed and queer' (no I am not projecting ok maybe i am but can you blame me) anyway shoutout to Knave for all the Adam content over the years it feeds me

- The time people were coming up with shipnames for fun and I said Kevy for Kelly/Five and everyone rolled with it but it was actually a typo the whole time and doesn't even make sense when you look at it but it was too late to go back no i don't remember why we were discussing shipping kelly/five

- That solid week and a half everyone aggressively shipped Malcolm and Henri

- when legacies reborn came out and there was a resurgence of energy and theories around all the new characters

Anyway I joined the tumblr fandom ~2013 but I've been in this fandom since 2011, before The Rise of Nine was even released. Also what the actual bleeping heck it is 2021 and 2011 was TEN YEARS AGO?? A WHOLE DECADE????? Help

[obeymeshallwedate-latinplayer]

Afectionate Latin Mc! PART 1 (Luci. Mammon. Levi.)

OMGGGGGGG THANK YOU SOOO MUCHHHH Well of course I will.  And remember there are open request for you all!!

Lucifer. 

When you met him, you kissed his cheeck with a noisy peck that was a cheek with cheek contact and only the noise, until this day he hates when you do that, he totally prefers a good smoch in his cheek.

He looks at you surprised when you hug him, and stay all day long with him, being so nice with the devil might get you a lot of consequences. He tries to avoid those signs of afection when both of you are around his brothers. When he do this, as revenge you will hug and kiss all the six brothers infront of him while lookng at him directly at his eyes. 

The first time you called him “Mi amor” he got shocked, after all these years of leaving he knew every single language that humans had invented, of course he uderstood your sweet message.

He knows that you will tease him infront of his brothers. You just wanted it to be like home, were every single familiar and friend started to bully you.  He do tries his very best not to get angry, at least not infront you. (But he fails miserably)

The first time he wanted to... Well kill you. You took out a chancla and look at his eyes with all the courage you had at the moment, and said. “Mira pinche estrellita o le bajas a tu pedo te lo bajo.” Since that moment until now a days he didn´t bother you, well, not at all. 

He loves you so so much, that he calls you “Mi vida”. And that´s all that actually matters.

You don´t know how to make him look that you love him so fucking much, hat you started chewing him, and bitting his arms, or cheek, or any skin that were open for you to bite. He actually likes that very much, he´s just too embarrased to tell. 

Mammon. 

“Mi cuervito.” He does not know what it means, and will think you are mocking him, please tell him that´s not true and you love him SO SO SO MUCH that you´ll only tease him in your vows, at your wedding. He will ask Satan about it, please don´t leave him alone with his brother, while he asks the meaning of the word. 

After the introduction of Diavolo, and when you both enter the house of Lamentation, you hugged him so tight, that he instantly blushed, YOU EVEN KISSED THE GREAT MAMMON! (He was so in his world that didn´t saw you making the same action with the rest of the brothers.)

As the time went by, you got so mad when you heard the first signs of bully, that wasn´t some nice bullying, not like in your family or friends made each other at earth, you got so mad, but so mad, that you actually threw yourself infront of him so you could shelter him, or that´s what he thought. But when he saw you actually punching all his brothers (Not Beel, he is a nice little puppy, he has not done something wrong! Change my mind) he laughed, and tried to take you out of that fight... SPOILER ALERT. He couldn´t.

When he understood that for you kissing, and hugging was just normal, he was in a nice mood every time you hugged or kissed him, and loved that you care so much about him. Now he nows better, because he  knows you. 

As an exchange of all your words, he tries his best to make you happy, he doesn´t use goldie that much, and he even started to pay all the debts he has. 

He only needed someone that actually cared about him, like you do. And he loves you so much because of that that he actually started to learn some Spanish, but not for you, well maybe. Don´t tease the Great Mammon. 

The first time you bite him, he was so angry that he yell at you, but you didn´t stop. Just keep biting him, he´ll get used to. After all he is your “Cuervito”

Leviathan. 

“Why would you kissed a yuki otaku like me?!” He needs love, please love him. 

Like Luci and Mammon he recived a kiss and a hug when you two met. He got mad, Who do you thought you were?! He was at his room playing when Lord Diavolo invoke you, and you had the guts to kissed him? How bold of you. 

Kevi actually started to avoid you, he doesn´t like Physical contact, so he ran every time he saw you. For you, it was just like your tinny cousins trying to hide each others from you, and failing. 

“Sombra.” Please tell her to not translate TSL, he will like how it sounds. I mean, no, he does not. 

Hug? Another Hug???? Please stoooopppp!!!!

Did you just bite me?! Why would you do that?! Don´t you dare to chew me. Henry Help mee!!!!!

Cuddles while gamming, and smooches, he thought he felt with the others, but this feels like heaven. 

Let´s Learn some Spanish.

Sombra = Shadow. 

Mi cuervito = My little reaven. 

Mi amor = My love. 

Chancla = Flip flop. 

Mi vida = My life. 

Mira pinche estrellita, o le bajas a tu pedo o te lo bajo yo. = Look fucking little star, or you keep it cool, or I will. 

[redhairdontcare732]

Fangs Fogarty X Jones! OC

Author’s Note: Slight backstory, Jean Jones is the twin sister of one Jughead Jones. Oh, I also don’t own any characters except for her, nor do I own any picture/media used!

Jean’s POV:

“Girl, you’re delusional. Everyone can see the way that you two pine for each other except for you two airheads”, Toni groaned. My other friends nodded vigorously in agreement from their various spots in the student lounge. Cheryl was perched next to Toni on the loveseat they shared, Betty on the opposite end of the couch I sat on, and Kevin in a chair nearest to my end of the couch.

“I am so beyond tired of this discussion. There’s nothing left to say TT, Fangs does not see me that way! I’m so over you guys ganging up on me about this”, I snapped back. Ever since the Southside students had been moved to Riverdale High I not only had to deal with Toni’s incessant meddling into my relationships (or lack thereof) with one Fangs Fogarty, but now Kevin, Cheryl, Betty, and all my other northside friends had hopped on the bandwagon. When Jug and I found ourselves at Southside High, I was immediately drawn to the Serpent gang and was accepted much faster than my dopey brother. I clicked with all the young Serpents, but instantly found myself falling for a certain tall, dark, and handsome Serpent. Fangs and I were definitely closer than myself and any of the other gang, but to my extreme disappointment I’d never felt like he viewed me as anything other than a friend. I mean, he was naturally a very flirty person, and I was a notorious cuddle bug so it was only natural that I would end up in his arms or lap more often than not. Honestly, I pretty much ended up in everyone’s lap at some point, evidenced by the way my legs were draped across Betty’s lap at this very moment.The way he acted around me was no different than with any of the other young serpents. According to everyone else, he was just as obvious as I was with his “feelings”, but I think that they all just saw what they wanted to see. Confiding in Toni about my feelings was turning out to be the biggest mistake I'd ever made.

Thankfully, I was saved from whatever snarky comment Cheryl was clearly thinking up by Jug, Fangs, and Sweet Pea walking into the lounge. My friends knew better than to say anything in front of the boys, but for good measure I shot them all a death glare. The guys all settled in, greeting everyone; Jughead perched himself on the arm of the sofa Betty and I shared, giving her a quick peck in way of greeting.  Sweet Pea sat on an empty chair near Toni and Cheryl (or as I called them, Choni), and Fangs took up the spot between Betty and I. I lifted my legs so that they were laying across the handsome boy’s lap instead, who responded by casually throwing an arm over my shoulder. Instinctively, I scooched in closer to him, finding comfort in his broad chest as his arm began to trace delicate circles on my bare shoulder.

“And how are my favorite people doing on this fine day?”, he asked, looking around at the group. I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the butterflies I felt bubbling up in my stomach at his gentle touch. I also avoided looking at any of my annoying friends; I didn't even have to look to know that they were giving me that stupid look. Everytime Fangs and I made any type of physical contact (which was often, given our personalities) they all sent the same smug look. It made me want to smack them. As if they knew everything about our friendship just because they were around. Please. Although, I found it difficult to be too angry when the guy I was secretly in love with was sitting so close to me and rubbing his fingers up and down my bare arm.

“Jean?”, I heard my twin speak up, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Mhm, yeah?”.

“I asked you if that's my flannel”, he stated simply, eyebrow raised. I looked down to the flannel I'd grabbed this morning and tried around my waist, and shrugged.

“Probably”, I replied, unfazed. Cheryl rolled her eyes.

“Classy”, she said teasingly as I felt the soothing vibrations of Fang's chuckle on my side.

“What? It was the closest shirt available. You guys know I don't do mornings”, I shot back good naturedly.

“Oh please, you wouldn't care what you wear regardless of the time of day”, Toni laughed. I giggled. It was true; I was notorious for my extensive collection of oversized t-shirts and ripped jeans, and I often could be found wearing my twin’s clothes (much to his annoyance). Today I was found in a pair of simple black leggings, a white oversized long-sleeved shirt, Jug’s flannel, and my favorite pair of old worn out converse hi-tops. I couldn’t care less about makeup, and my hair was thrown up in my usual messy bun with a bandana tied around my head in order to keep the mass of dark hair in place.

“It’s true Jean, I swear you couldn’t actually be bothered to pick clothes that were actually flattering if you tried”, Cheryl snottily replied with a strange spark in her eyes that I didn’t trust. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion.

“Uhm, ouch Cheryl. That was kind of harsh”, Betty chided as Kevin nodded.

“Yeah, I personally love her personal brand of comfort chic”, he defended. I smiled at him, reaching across the space and grabbing his hand to squeeze.

“Thank you Kevie!”. Cheryl rolled her eyes once more before checking on her nails.

“Well, all I’m saying is you have a banging body, and I wish that you would show it off more”, she soothed. “In fact, I’ll bet you $100 that you can’t dress like you actually care for one week”. My eyes widened in surprise.

“You Northsiders are freaking nuts”, Sweet Pea commented, shaking his head. Fangs nodded from beside me.

“Seriously Cheryl. A hundred bucks just for changing her clothes? Why can’t you just let Jean wear whatever she wants?”, he asked , tightening his arm around me. My heart fluttered and I felt my face flush a little.

“I just want to see what it would look like if you actually put in effort. Obviously you are gorgeous either way”, Cheryl replied, not bothered in the least. “Also I truly don’t think that you could actually rise to the challenge”.

“Oh I absolutely can. I just don’t want to”, I practically spat, crossing my arms. Jughead snorted.

“I beg to differ sister dear. You practically live in my clothes, and I’m the only one here who actually has to deal with your grumpy ass in the mornings. There is absolutely no way you could go an entire week without rolling out of bed and leaving like ten minutes later” he challenged.

“Okay, super not appreciating you hopping on the bandwagon traitor”, I grumbled. “Also I had to share a womb with your fat head for 9 months, I think you can deal with sharing your shirts”. I felt Fang’s arms encircle me from the side and I snuggled further into his embrace gratefully.

“Don’t worry mamita, I think you look great everyday”, he whispered into my ear. I shivered involuntarily at his pet name for me, hoping to God that he didn’t notice.

“Okay, say that I did decide to take you up on your ridiculous offer. What kind of terms are we talking about?”, I countered. In all reality, Jughead and I could really use the hundred bucks given Dad’s current situation. Everyone thought that we were doing fine, but without an actual income things were getting pretty tight around the Jones household. Not that I’d ever admit that out loud to anyone other than Jug. Cheryl crossed her legs and placed her now folded hands over one of her knees, looking more like a business shark than any highschool sophomore had any right to.

“The terms are this: You have to come to school everyday with clothes that are actually yours, no stealing from your brooding brother or one of the other guys. Clothes borrowed from any of us girls are acceptable. No sneakers, no combat boots, no oversized anything. You have to actually style your hair, and you have to actually wear makeup, including lipstick, everyday for one week”, Cheryl rattled off. My jaw dropped.

“Jesus Christ, how long have you been thinking about this? That is way too many rules!”, I exclaimed. Cheryl returned to examining her nails, unbothered.

“Oh, and at least one of the days you have to wear a skirt”, she added. I leaned down, elbows on my knees, and narrowed my eyes once more.

“If I’m gonna go to that much trouble, I expect at least $200”, I countered. Cheryl leaned back in her seat, slightly considering. Suddenly, she stood up and stuck her hand out to me. I too stood and met her halfway across the space.

“Deal”.

“I have to say, I think this entire this is stupid, but I am pretty stoked to see this whole thing play out”, Sweet Pea chuckled. I flipped him off, smiling sweetly. Jug rolled his eyes.

“Of course you are, you don’t have to live with her”, he complained. I frowned at the two.

“Does no one have faith in me?”, I questioned looking around the group, met with averted stares and awkward silence. “Oh you guys suck! I can so totally do this!”.

The next day:

Okay this deal was officially going to be the death of me. As much as I really wanted that $200,  sacrificing my precious sleep was not as easy as I had anticipated. I had to wake up a full hour earlier than I normally did, and there was no amount of coffee in the world that could counter such a travesty. Despite the fact that I felt like I was going to fall asleep at any moment, I couldn’t help but be proud of the outfit that I’d chosen as I shut down my bike and prepared to walk into school. After the terms were set for the bet I practically begged Toni to let me raid her closet, seeing as our styles were the closest out of all the girls. I loved Betty to death, but the girl’s clothes were a little too Leave to Beaver for my taste, a single piece of Veronica’s wardrobe cost more than my entire life so she was out, and there was no way I was going to Cheryl for help. To my slight surprise, I’d found plenty of outfits in TT's wardrobe however, my favorite of which I was wearing today.

My current ensemble consisted of a pair of my favorite pair of high waisted, ripped skinny jeans with a pair of fishnet tights underneath, a pair of black heeled booties, a black crop top, and a flannel (which was actually mine) tied around my waist for comfort. My waist-length raven locks were curled lightly, falling in waves around my face with half of my mass of hair tied up in a bun at the crown of my head. My makeup was pretty bomb if I do say so myself. I’d opted for a shade of burgundy eyeshadow that matched the  deep matte lip I’d found with a winged liner. Though on the outside I’m sure I looked confident, in all reality I was kind of freaking out at the prospect of what everyone would say today. Cheryl’s bet was so public I was certain I would be subjected to all kinds of taunting and opinions from my friends. Mentally, I steeled myself for whatever comments were sure to be directed towards my sudden wardrobe change.

For all my mental preparation, I could never have predicted the reaction from my friends as I entered Riverdale High, coffee in hand. Betty and Jughead smiled lightly from their position near our lockers, silently supporting me. Bless them. Cheryl and Toni shot me smug looks from where they stood, Cheryl even clapping lightly in potentially mocking support (it was always hard to tell with her). Archie looked confused as always, and Veronica and Kevin appeared to be nearly drooling at the stark difference in my fashion choices. But by far the most surprising reaction came from the Serpent’s youngest dynamic duo. Sweet Pea and Fangs looked downright shocked to see me this morning, jaws dropped practically to the floor. I felt my face heat up marginally at all the eyes on me, but I maintained my nonchalant facade as I strode over to my friend group.

“Morning everyone”, I mumbled, tired. I wandered over to Kevin, wrapping my arms around his tall frame and leaning my head on his chest, eyes closing. He immediately began rubbing my back comfortingly.

“Tired this morning are we Jeanie?”, I heard him laugh from the confines of his strong arms. I turned around in his arms and leaned my back against his chest, groaning dramatically.

“We might as well start an IV of straight espresso into my veins”, I complained.

“Alright, if no one's going to say it I will. Jean looks fucking hot”, Sweet Pea, exclaimed looking around at the group incredulously. I felt my face blush furiously, but I rolled my eyes in a futile attempt to hide it. Fangs elbowed his best friend hard while glaring at him.

“Eww dude, that's my sister”, Jughead moaned, scrunching his nose in disgust. Betty, in turn, slapped his arm and threw him a pointed look.

“Don't listen to these Neanderthals, Jean, you look beautiful as you always do”, Veronica intervened. “Doesn't she look beautiful Archie?”.

Poor Archie still looked as confused as ever, but he straightened up when Veronica not-so-subtly pinched the ginger boys bicep.

“Uhmm yeah Jean, you look beautiful as always. It's just uh, different you know?”, he stammered while rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I mean...it's just uhm..”. I'd known Archie as long as Jughead, and I knew that whenever he was feeling awkward (which was literally all the time) he rubbed his neck like that. Deciding to save him from himself, I interrupted his rambling.

“Yes Arch it is different, because a certain red-headed syrup heiress decided that if it's different enough it apparently is worth $200”, I said while smiling not so sweetly at Cheryl. “But honestly guys, it makes it pretty difficult to visualize my well-earned winnings with you staring like that. So can we please go back to our daily lives and leave my clothing choices out of it?”.

Sweet Pea opened his mouth to respond just as the first bell rang out through the halls. I smiled with victory as I held out my arm for Fangs so we could walk to our first period class together like we did every morning. Today though, he seemed out of it and took a few extra seconds before snapping out of whatever was holding his attention and linking his arm through mine. Seeing his dazed expression I frowned and asked,

“You okay Fogarty? You seem out of it”. He looked down at me and threw me that megawatt smile that caused my insides to melt and my legs to turn into jelly.

“I'm fine mamita. Now come on let's get to English”, he replied. He squeezed my forearm in reassurance, and we began our walk down the halls.

A few Days later: Day 6 of the bet.

“For the record, I've never thought you guys know what your talking about, but now I'm certain you're crazy. I mean he's barely even spoken to me all week for Chrissakes!”, I sighed exasperatedly. Once again my relationship with Fangs, or more accurately my lack thereof, was my irritating friends’ choice of conversation topic. Currently we sat in the lunchroom waiting for the other subject of this ridiculous discussion to arrive with his tall friend. I silently prayed that he would arrive soon and spare me from hearing any more of the gang's insane theories about his feelings.

“Please Jean, spare me the dramatic will-they-won't-they crap”, Veronica declared dramatically. “You're too smart for that, and besides Fangs hasn't taken his eyes off you all week”. I wrinkled my forehead in disagreement, ready to tell her exactly where she could stick her bougie New York opinions, but before I could open my mouth to speak Betty interrupted gently.

“Seriously Jean, he normally can't tear his eyes off you but in the last week it's like he's got them practically glued to your face”, she interjected. I shook my head; now I knew the girls were clinically insane. Normally Fangs and I hung out often, both in school and out, but for the last few days the raven-haired serpent had been notably absent from my side. I don't know what I did to piss him off, but I figured whatever it was that I should give him some space to work through it before confronting him. Not gonna lie though, I missed his goofy personality and stupid jokes. I hoped that whatever problem he had with me would sort itself out soon, because I was really starting to miss my best friend.

“Guys I'm seriously as over it as a person could possibly be with this discussion. For the last fucking time, just drop it”, I practically hissed. Never one to back down, Veronica opened her mouth to respond, but thankfully the boys came and sat down at our table before she could get anything out.

“Hey Jean, last day of torture. You excited to go back to dressing like a sloth again”, Sweet Pea teased as he took the open seat next to me and Fangs the seat across from me. Dishearteningly, I received only a simple nod from Fangs before he turned his attention to his lunch. Shaking off my extreme disappointment I shoved Pea lightly.

“Shut up Sweets, you're just jealous that I met you and got to know your real self before you knew how hot I was”, I taunted back grinning. He smirked back playfully.

“There's always time doll”, he joked and winked at me. I full on laughed at his stupidity, while Jughead walked up behind him and smacked the back of his head before taking the seat next to Betty.

“Man for the last time, quit saying shit like that about my sister. Especially during lunch, people are trying to eat”, he whined. I shot him a look and motioned to Betty.

“I'm on it”, she said before smacking him upside the head. I nodded in appreciation and Jughead glared at his girlfriend and I.

“First of all, you're a moron Jones. And secondly, your sister is hot so learn to deal with it. At least I'm kidding, she's been getting looks all week and I'm sure they aren't being all gentlemanly about their thoughts either”, Sweet Pea said plainly. I felt my face blush lightly at his comment. It was true, for the past week I'd gathered much more attention from guys than I was used to. I wasn't oblivious to the looks I'd received in the past few days, and truthfully I was more than ready to leave their wandering eyes behind when this whole thing was over. Today was particularly bad seemingly, and I was willing to bet anything that it had to do with the outfit I was wearing. It was the second to last day of the bet, and I begrudgingly decided to wear the skirt Cheryl had included in the rules. I wore a simple black pleated skirt, fishnet tights underneath, with a white v-necked white long sleeve shirt and a pair of Toni’s knee high heeled combat boots. I’d figured out on day 3 or so that Cheryl found my naturally wavy curls acceptable as long as I added some defining gel and made it look like I’d actually combed it, so today my waist length hair was all on full display. My makeup was similar to the rest of the days: winged dark eyeliner, minimal bronzer/highlighter, and a dark burgundy matte lip. I’d put this day off until nearly the end because I didn't have a single skirt in my wardrobe and had to borrow one from Toni. Problem was, I was significantly taller than the pink haired serpent, and the skirt rode up my thighs much more than hers. I subconsciously shifted in my seat to futilely attempt to pull my bottoms down a smidge. My attempt did not go unnoticed by Veronica's eagle eyes and she smirked my way.

“Calm down girl, your outfit is fine. Good lord you'd think you've never worn a skirt in your life”, she said with an air of exasperation. I flipped her off daintily, smiling innocently in her direction. Sweet Pea and Betty laughed, while Jug simply shook his head and took another gigantic bite of his burger.

“Well not that I'm not loving this debate over my appearance, but I'm gonna go. I've gotta meet up with Kevin to talk about our history project”, I stated, standing up to leave. As soon as I turned to leave I found my face jammed into a hard chest, causing me to stumble backwards a bit. I looked up to see the smug face of one Chuck Clayton looking down at me with a look like a cat that caught a canary.

“Hey there Jean, looking fine today. Loving the new look”, he practically purred, looking me up and down. I physically gagged in response. He had been one of the worst of all the guys that had suddenly taken notice to me this week.

“Fuck off Clayton”, I spat. I moved to push past him, but he blocked my path with his arm.

“Woah woah, no offense princess. Just wanted you to know how much we all appreciate the looks you've been serving this week”. His attempts at flirting were becoming more aggressive as the days went on. He was so pathetic; he would've never debased himself to speak to me before, so the fact that he was now so relentless in his pursuit of me was utterly disgusting to me.

“Screw off Chuck, she's not interested”, I heard Betty snarl from behind me. My friends were evidently feeling much like me. Sweet Pea had turned and stood next to me in a protective stance with his arms crossed, Betty and Jug looked as disgusted as I'm sure I did, and even Fangs had looked up from his lunch to glare menacingly at Chuck. My heart lurched at the darkness swirling in his normally chocolate brown eyes and the way his strong jaw was clenched tightly. It was nice to know he still cared, even with the unfortunate circumstances.

“What's the matter Cooper, finally realizing that you missed out on all this action?”, Chuck replied, unfazed.

“I think I heard my sister tell you to fuck off Clayton, I'd listen to her if I were you”, Jughead growled from across the table. Normally my twin preferred to let me fight my own battles, because let's be honest he wasn't exactly the tougher of the two of us, but I knew he was still not over the whole Chuck and Dark Betty fiasco from our birthday. I turned towards him to give him a reassuring look, but as I did I felt a hand creep up my skirt and cup my ass tightly.

Skin crawling, I whipped around and found Chuck's remorseless face looking at me with his lip caught between his teeth. I cocked my arm back to take a swing, but before my fist connected with Clayton's someone else beat me to the punch. Literally.

“DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER”.

Fangs was all over Chuck, punching him repeatedly and screaming. Chuck was on the ground, Fangs on top of him, and the two rolled around hitting and shoving one another. I'd never seen Fangs like this before, he was almost scary in his intensity. Shocked, I stepped forward to try and break them up.

“FANGS, STOP! CHUCK GET OFF OF HIM”, I yelled helplessly. Sweet Pea grabbed my arms as I made a move to try and pry the two off of one another. He shook his head.

“No, let them go. This has been brewing for a long time”, he muttered. I gaped at the tall boy.

“No, are you kidding me?! He's gonna hurt him and they're going to get suspended!”, I shouted, struggling against Pea's vice grip. As I struggled, I saw Weatherbee enter the cafeteria, making a beeline for the two boys. I managed to wrangle my way out of Sweet Pea's hold and attempted to grab Chuck away from Fangs. As I got my hands on his arms, he reared his fist back and I felt all the breath rush out of my body when his elbow caught me in the stomach. Doubled over, I heard a number of voices swimming around me. Weatherbee's angry demands, Veronica and Betty's frightened voices, and Chuck's irritating excuses. But most of all, I heard a low, soft voice in my ear frantically trying to get my attention.

“Mamita, are you okay? Jeanie?”, Fangs soothing baritone hurriedly questioned. I leaned on his strong shoulder and his arm found my waist. I looked up to his gorgeous face and was immediately horrified to find that he had a large bruise blossoming under his right eye. His eyes were wild as they searched mine scanning for any signs of injury and he still hadn't fully caught his breath. In any other scenario I might have swooned at his fierce features. I brought my fingers gently to his cheek, eyes swimming with tears that I refused to let fall.

“Your eye…” , I murmured as he brought his hand up to grasp mine against his cheek, deep mocha eyes boring into mine. He looked as sad as I'd ever seen him and I felt my heart break nearly in two at the sight. The deeply distressed expression didn't belong on his normally cheerful, handsome face.

“Mamita..”, he softly began to reply.

“Clayton, Fogarty, Jones, my office. Now”, Weatherbee demanded while walking out of the cafeteria and down the hall. Steeling myself for whatever consequences were coming our way, I straightened up and grabbed Fangs hand as we followed Weatherbee. I internally hoped that he wouldn't pull away from me like he had for the past week; after all that just happened I don't know if I could deal with the total rejection of my best friend. I really needed him in my life most days just to make it through in this nightmarish town we called a home, but in this moment I needed him more than ever. Thankfully, Fangs seemed to be on the same page as me. His strong, rough hand gripped mine tightly, almost as if he were afraid if he let go I may disappear. I squeezed his hand in reassurance and nodded curtly as we found ourselves standing in front if the principal's office. Weatherbee motioned at Fangs.

“Alright Mr. Fogarty, you're first, step into my office”, he barked. Fangs squeezed my hand near painfully, and his other hand balled into a fist as he shook his head.

“No way I'm leaving her out here with that asshole”, he practically growled. I cast my eyes downward, heat rushing to my face. I was so worried about Fang's well being that I had nearly forgotten why he was even fighting with Chuck in the first place. Bile rose to my throat and my jaw clenched tightly as I remembered the feeling of his hands on my ass, and I whipped my head suddenly towards Chuck. Judging by the way he slightly recoiled, the disgust and anger I felt was apparent on my face. Fangs brought me back down to earth by rubbing gentle circles on my hand with his thumb. Weatherbee seemed to consider Fangs’ outburst for a moment before relenting.

“Very well. Ms. Jones, Mr. Fogarty, in my office please”, he sighed.

Once we were all settled in and seated, Weatherbee folded his long fingers together in front of himself and leaned forward on his desk.

“Well Mr. Fogarty, what do you have to say for yourself?”, he questioned. Fangs looked down at our still intertwined fingers for a brief moment before answering.

“Clayton was harassing Jean sir. I had to step in before anything else happened”, he stated carefully, his face becoming an emotionless mask.

“Harassing?”, Weatherbee repeated. “And you felt like the answer to that was violence?”.

As I listened to Fangs being lectured, I internally wondered if his nonchalant facade was the result of many interactions like this one with authority figures over the years. As I faintly heard Weatherbee and Fangs speak I felt a wave of sadness and guilt wash over me. Fangs was in this situation because of me and that stupid bet that I had made with Cheryl; I felt tears spring to my eyes at the realization that he would likely be in more trouble than either Chuck or I. Weatherbee wouldn’t care how he stood up for me, or how perverted Chuck was. All he was going to see was the jacket he wore and punish him based solely on that. My hands balled into fists, and I stood abruptly.

“Principal Weatherbee, none if this is on Fangs. Chuck grabbed me inappropriately, and basically assaulted me.  Honestly, if Fangs didn't step in I would have done much more damage to him. What he did was disgusting, and Fangs was just defending me against that pervert!”, I exclaimed loudly. “I hope Chuck gets expelled for what he did, but at the very least you should let Fangs go, because not one bit of this is his fault!”.

Fangs and Weatherbee looked at me, surprised by my sudden outburst. Fangs had an expression on his face that I couldn't quite place as he peered up at me from where he still sat. His tanned features displayed emotions something akin to amazement, and truthfully, if we weren't currently under interrogation from our school's principal I would probably have grabbed his gorgeous face and kissed him. Thankfully for me, we were in the presence of the man doling out punishments and I would be spared the awkwardness of explaining to my supposed best friend why I was aggressively making out with him.

“Is that true Mr. Fogarty? Did Mr. Clayton touch Ms. Jones inappropriately without her consent?”, Weatherbee asked. Fangs was still staring up at me with that beautiful look, not hearing a word Weatherbee said. I elbowed him lightly.

“Uhm yeah, basically that's what happened. But it wasn't Jean's fault sir. Clayton is the one who should be punished”, he said quickly after shaking his head like he was clearing his thoughts. Weatherbee leaned back in his seat as he looked as if he was actually. considering what we'd said. My heart raced as he rubbed his face in thought; I know our principal wasn't exactly perfect, but I hoped to every deity I could think of that he was smart enough to see what had truly happened. After what felt like an eternity, Weatherbee finally spoke up.

“While it's very… noble of you to defend Ms. Jones's honor, I'm sure you know that we don't condone violence here at Riverdale High”, he started while looking at Fangs. “I will punish Mr. Clayton accordingly for what he did, but you cannot expect me not to reprimand you for your role in what occurred either. So, Mr. Fogarty you will serve one week of after school detentions starting today”.

Fangs nodded, and I felt myself let out a breath I didn't know I was even holding.

“As for you Ms. Jones, I want to assure you that Mr. Clayton will be suspended for his actions. I encourage you to let me or another staff member know if anything like this happens again or if you feel in anyway unsafe here”, Weatherbee continued while turning his attention to me. “If Mr. Clayton continues this kind of behavior, I won't hesitate to get law enforcement involved”.

I nodded, thankful for Weatherbee's sudden outpouring of good judgement. He dismissed us from his office and Fangs and I walked quickly away and out to the halls. Once there, Fangs pulled me back by my hand, which I hadn't even realized he was holding until now. He gently brought his hands to my face and his deep brown eyes scanned my face once more.

“Mamita, are you sure you're fine? I mean, he didn't hurt you did he? I swear, I'll kill him if you're hurt”, he seethed. I brought my hands up to my face, covering his much larger ones.

“Fangs I'm fine, I swear”, I promised. I looked deeply into his darkened eyes, trying to convey my sincerity through my own eyes. He seemed to consider my words for an eternity before he sighed in relief and brought his forehead to rest on mine.

“Okay”, he murmured. Butterflies running rampant through my stomach, I allowed myself the briefest moment of contentment before I brought my hand sharply up to his arm and slapped him. Hard.

“Ow. Jean what the hell?”, he whined rubbing his arm slightly. I glowered at him.

“Why on Earth would you do that Fangs? I could've handled Chuck just fine on my own, but no you had to go ahead and put yourself at risk. You know Weatherbee already hates the Serpents! You could've ended up being kicked out!”, I raged, glaring at the handsome teen in front of me. He frowned.

“Oh so what I'm just supposed to let him get away with groping you? Fuck that Jean, that asshole got what he deserved. Actually, you know what, no he didn't because I should have been kicking his ass long before today”, he practically growled. “All week I've had to put up with his disgusting, repulsive comments about you and your body and I'm honestly not a bit sorry for what happened today. In fact, I wish Weatherbee would've shown up just a few minutes later so I could've gotten a few more swings in”.

“Who the hell cares what Chuck thinks? Everyone knows he's a pig!”, I spat back.

“I care! Okay? I do”, he seethed. “No one should be able to look at you like that, let alone make comments. Everyone knows that you're….”

He cut himself off abruptly, shaking his head and I raised my eyebrow.

“Everyone knows what Fangs? I mean I'm just as pissed at Chuck, but  Sweets said that his has been ‘brewing for a long time'”, I said placing quotes in the air for emphasis. “I don't see what the big problem is!”. He huffed.

“The problem is that these stupid northsiders can't take a fucking hint. The problem is that I should be the only one who gets to look at you like that. The problem is that you're to god-damned hot for your own good, and I can't stand that everyone now suddenly sees you for the beautiful bombshell that you are before I…”.

My heart hammered against my chest like thunder as I took in his every word searching for answers. During his little rant Fangs had walked closer and closer to where I stood with my back against the lockers. Never one to back down, I stood firmly in place while I anxiously wondered if he could possibly mean what it sounded like.

“Before you what?”, I questioned breathlessly.  His eyes widened, and he looked almost scared. It was like he hadn't intended for that last part to come out of his mouth, and he was desperately trying to find a way to shove the words back in. “Fangs?”.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot and hung his head down before muttering something I couldn't quite hear. I raised an eyebrow once more, utterly confused.

“What? I couldn't hear anything you just said”, I murmured. Fangs looked up at me with a heartbroken expression that left me reeling with the desire to comfort the normally upbeat serpent. He sighed and looked away before answering again in a slightly louder voice.

“Before I could figure out how to make you mine”, he said finally. I felt my stomach drop to my feet as I stood still as a statue trying to process what I was hearing. “I've been trying for months, racking my brain for anything that would give a dipshit like me a chance with a girl as badass, smart, funny, and completely fucking gorgeous as you, and I've come up short every time. Ever since you walked into the cafeteria at Southside High, I've been waiting for the right moment to confess how I feel to you, but I always end up chickening out. And then this whole bet fiasco started, and suddenly every guy could see what I've seen since day one: that you, Jean Marie Jones, are the single most beautiful girl in Riverdale. I couldn't take it and I'm so sorry that you found out this way and I'll completely understand if you don't want to speak to me ever again but please just…”.

By the end he was rambling, fumbling for words and tripping all over them trying to find a way to apologize. My heart lurched at the possibility that even after all of the events of today, and pretty much everyday since we met, everything would suddenly be lost if I let him continue. I felt more emboldened than I ever had, and I did the one thing I could think of to stop his rambling before he took back anything he said. A rush of confidence overtook me. Hands shaking slightly, I grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him into me, lips brushing together for the briefest of moments before I tore myself away.

My eyes were closed as I leaned backwards and I felt a rush of fear overwhelm me. What if I had completely misjudged the situation? What if he didn't want me that way? Oh God, what if I'd made the biggest mistake of my life and our friendship was ruined forever? I didn't have much time to worry however, because soon I heard Fangs breathe my name and I felt the sweetest sensation in the entire world.

Fangs smooth, strong lips were back on mine as he pressed me back into the row of lockers and kissed me with an intensity like I'd never felt before. I felt sparks of electricity in each spot where our bodies met, and I found my hands grasping at his strong, chiseled jawline as my lips furiously locked with his. I poured all the emotions that have been building ever since I met the handsome, sweet boy into our embrace. His hands roamed my hips and squeezed my body deliciously. I tugged at his thick, raven locks and he moaned into my mouth, causing my entire body to feel like it was on fire. His big hands gripped my waist tightly as his tongue teased the entrance of my mouth, begging for the entrance that I readily granted. Our tongues battled for dominance as our hands roamed each other's body, exploring the places that only our eyes were privy to before.

Though I felt like I could go on kissing Fangs forever and never tire of it, eventually oxygen did become an issue and I had to pull away from our heated session. Fangs appeared to be on the same page as me, and our foreheads met in the middle to lean against one another for support. I sighed in complete bliss, smiling as I caught my breath. I finally ventured a look to the beautiful man in front of me, and was elated to find that his face was a mask of utter peace. I'd thought his strong features were handsome before, but now I decided that there was nothing more stunning than the look he now wore. Gone was the tough, brooding serpent facade he put on for others, and gone too was the goofy, happy-go-lucky guy that I'd fallen for these past months. Fangs looked wholly, dare I say, happy. His deep brown eyes were alight with sparks of joy, his rugged jawline was relaxed, his plump lips still slightly red and swollen from our previous activities, and his sweet smile was one I'd never been blessed enough to see before. I vowed right then and there to do everything in my power to make him look this way as often as possible.

“So does this mean I get to say you're mine now?”, I questioned gently, a small part of me still fearful of rejection. Fangs chuckled breathlessly before placing a tender kiss to my forehead, and pulling me into a crushing hug. I settled against his broad chest as my heart crashed in anticipation, awaiting for his response.

“Mamita I have been yours since the day we met”, he murmured fondly into my hair. I sighed in relief, but pulled back after a few moments to look up into his eyes.

“So you think I'm the hottest girl in Riverdale?”, I questioned teasingly. His face flushed slightly at my words, but his eyes never wavered from mine.

“Mamita I think you are so much more than that. You're the kindest, smartest, funniest, and most genuine woman I've ever met. And yeah you're hot, but you're also the most gorgeous girl that I've ever laid eyes on”, he confessed softly. I felt my knees go weak and my stomach erupt in butterflies. Slightly embarrassed, I cast my heated cheeks downward in an attempt to conceal my blushing face. Fangs was having none of that, hooking gentle fingers under my chin to bring my face up to meet his loving gaze.

“That's part of why it was so hard for me not to kill all the asshole guys that were making comments about you this past week. I had to avoid you because there was no way I was going to be able to handle all the looks and whispers sent your way”, he continued. “The idea that they could trivialize all your worth and make it all about the way your ass looks in your new clothes or the way your chest was out on display was infuriating. You're worth so much more than your body, no matter how fucking sexy it is. And believe me mamita, I think you're really, really God-damned hot”.

“How did I get so lucky to find a guy as perfect as you?”, I pondered softly. I pecked his lips once more as a silent appreciation for his beautiful words.

“Please, I'm the lucky one Jeanie”, he replied quietly. I rolled my eyes.

“I can't believe this all started because of one of Topaz's freaking skirts. Maybe I should start dressing like this more often”,  I joked semi-seriously. Now it was Fangs’ turn to roll his eyes. He placed an arm around my shoulder and we began walking down the hall towards our bikes.

“Mamita, I think you're hot no matter what clothes you choose. As long as these other guys get the message that they can look but not touch, I couldn't care less what you wear”, he stated confidently. “Although…”

He leaned down to speak to me closely, lips teasing the shell of my ear and making me shiver.

“... I wouldn't mind if you saved that skirt for just the two of us. After all, that damned skirt is the one that finally got me my dream girl”.

[kurulover]

21 questions: tagged by @bastardgoblinman, @awkwardwording, tons of other people, I’m sure, but I’ve put it off for so long....

Nickname(s): Kev, Kevi, Crash

Zodiac: Scorpio sun ☀️, Scorpio moon 🌙, Aquarius rising ⬆️

Height: 5′5″

Last movie I saw: Uhhhh.... do four episodes of Planet Earth in a row count as a movie??

Last thing I googled: “types of angler fish”

Fave Musician: Lemon Demon!! ((Neil Cicierega))

Song Stuck In Head: Hyakugojyuuichi - Lemon Demon ((not that I’m complaining - it gives me a killer headache and I love it!!))

Other blogs: I’ve a number!! @bvseball-bvtch is my art blog, @bitchassbard is my blog for The Adventure Zone, Minecraft, Stardew Valley, DnD in general, and any number of miscellaneous fandom stuff and reference material, and @yesterday-wasnt-better is my blog dedicated to the game OFF!! @perpetuallypastel is where I occasionally post fashion inspiration ((including lingerie so be careful!!)), @sepulchralsummer is where I post greenery and nature aesthetics, and @the-gayest-man-alive is my pink aesthetic/lovecore blog!! I’m also thinking about when and how I’m going to set up a weekly WTNV art/writing blog, so stay tuned for that!!  I know that’s a lot of blogs, and I’m sorry!! I try and keep some of them on a queue, but you never know!! Still, if you’re interested, follow away!!

Do I get asks: Sometimes!! And I treasure each one I get, truly!! ^w^

Following: 1256 ((I really need to check for inactive blogs though...))

Followers: 362 on here!! ((and I love every one!!))

Amount of sleep: Varies between 5-6 hours a night and 10+. So, an 8-9 hour average, I think!!

Lucky numbers: 7, 8, 78, 87

What I’m wearing: uhhh I haven’t changed out of my clothes yet... patched-up capri jeans, yellow and orange striped kneesocks, a t-shirt with the Radish Spirit from Spirited Away on it, my black hat w/ the embroidered rainbow, and three necklaces: a butterfly wing, a malachite eye pendant, and a silver bull skull. Took my binder off though!!

Dream job: Some sort of surgeon, though that’s unlikely....

Dream trip: I’d like to go to Indonesia!! I hear they have some of the loveliest reefs to dive at in the world, and I’d love to see them, while the coral is still flourishing...

Fave food: Sushi!!

Play any instruments?: Nope!!

Fave song: Uhmmm..... I can’t really choose!! However I do rrreeeallly love and relate to Run by Susumu Hirasawa, Lifetime Achievement Award by Lemon Demon, and all the Wonderland Rounds from TAZ, by Griffin McElroy.....!! To name a few.

Random facts: Uhmm... I love fishing!! There’s something relaxing about patient waiting. I hear people shrieking or laughing at odd times, when no one’s around. I found the golden sunglasses I always wear on the beach, actually!! Half buried. I like to pretend they’re a present from the sea.

Describe yourself aesthetically: Whistling, howling winds - teeth - empty parking lots at night - wide smiles - eyes,many eyes - sunflowers - eye horror - dripping black goo, tar - dripping honey - the glow of light pollution - pills - heels and lipstick - pink lemonade - black holes - sunlight. I have a tag on my blog called “personal aes” that’s a collection of images and songs that really speak to me aesthetically!! I’m always thrilled at the idea of someone going through it. I am eternally a sucker for validation, I suppose.

Thanks for tagging me!! I apologize for taking such a long time, but here we are!!

[virgil-says-things]

I don't understand why Veronica is upset when she already knows about Kevin's wife - I mean. 'u should've seen his face when he saw her' the implications do make sense there but the rest of it?

love Veronica saying the house is quiet and Fiona immediately yelling to wake everyone else up for breakfast

is Frank drinking an egg. that is vile. ew. I'm imagining that. ew!!

Sheila gave Frank money and he is so not gonna use it for the doctors appointment Hymie needs to go to idk if he even took the address from Sheila

'Kevy-caf' brb while I throw up what the hell.

employee snapped and quit so Fiona immediately takes the job opportunity and I think I should have that kind of energy in my life tbh - also they get everything for free which is cool

the manager. does the manager want to fuck Fiona? sir she. she's ur employee now??

what the fuck?? Frank. injected Hymie with. a drink??? I can't remember what he ordered but what the fuck!! see I knew he wouldn't take Hymie to the doctors can people stop trusting him now

'I'm calling the police and reporting child abuse' pls do Kate.

of course Frank thinks vaccines cause autism

Lip, Carl and Ian are going pedophile hunting as they should tbh

Frank none of ur children r dying quit manipulating people

hold up why'd they go grab Terry of all people to go beat up this child rapist is it not implied that he rapes Mandy?? or am I misunderstanding

Mickey <33

the way they all hesitated when child rapist turned out to be female

Ian thinking Kash did nothing wrong hurts every single time I see this scene 'I was 15 I was old enough to make my own decisions' 😭

what the fuck Frank is tricking Carl into thinking he has cancer

he's shaving Carl's hair and the hair is falling onto Hymie for fucks sake Frank!!! choking hazard!!

Lip walked in and Frank said he's shaving Carl's head because of lice. oh my god.

'make sure u wash ur sheets too' (Lip) 'I look like a woman?' (Frank) shut up Frank

'the cancer makes u a man' Carl please. u don't have cancer and u shouldn't keep this whole thing a secret. 'and as a man, it's ur job to keep secrets from the women who love u' Frank!!!

Lip's trying to prove that Blake (convicted child rapist) is actually a child rapist because when all of them went over there she claimed she didn't screw the kid just loved him and it's so awkward to watch

Ian's upset over Mickey fucking Angie. and Mickey doesn't seem to realise or care. ouch!

'you tried to run me over with ur car' (Kevin) and she starts laughing?? 'it was the pregnancy hormones' (Kevin's ex wife - Cheryl) what the fuck.

she's had a kid for 12 years and only just told Kevin about him and that he might be Kevin's

BLAKE IS KISSING LIP. OH MY GOD. EW. does this mean this whole thing is over now?? I really fucking hope it does I hate it I hate it all so much

this kid is 12 why is he smoking actually ignore me his mother is Cheryl

Veronica just found out about Cheryl's kid maybe being Kevin's.

'he doesn't have a year!' (Frank) now Carl thinks he's gonna be dead in less than a year!! I want this whole thing to be over too

Estefania ignoring Jimmy even though he's saying no to sex over and over. what the fuck

Ian is somewhere with Ned I can't remember where and Mickey's watching from across the street 😭

Veronica and Fiona are talking about their whole situation in the kitchen and Veronica said she doesn't wanna make Kevin pick her over his wife and kid so she's basically admitting defeat and Fiona responded with 'screw that' and stormed out of the house 😭

Fiona grabbing the drink out of Kevin's hand and just. dropping it onto the floor. and it shatters. and then she just. absolutely goes off. iconic tbh.

Ned referred to Mickey as Ian's boyfriend and Mickey laughed, said 'the fuck u call me?' and started beating Ned up. that. I forget he's actually homophobic during the earlier seasons.

Ian punching Mickey to get him off of Ned and then going to check up on Ned and everyone around them going to call the police yet Mickey doesn't run until Ian runs with him <3

them playfighting and giggling sm as they just. ness around. watch me sob they both sounded so happy

btw Lip ended up being fucked by Blake (if that's her name) and then after the scene with Ian and Mickey I just mentioned it cuts to Lip trying the same sex tactic with Mandy and Mandy wants to be the one doing it after a little bit and finds out Lip's not even hard and somehow finds out Lip basically cheated (idk where the correlation came from I know nothing about sex but she knows now because Lip did admit it by trying to justify it)

Kevin coming into the house and reassuring Veronica that he's not gonna leave her for Cheryl and Veronica starts sobbing and Fiona starts crying with her I love their friendship sm. Cheryl comes in and they both start laughing instead KSNDMFBDN

oh shit?? Kyle isn't even Cheryl's?? Kyle is Cheryl's sisters kid. so Kevin isn't the father. meaning this whole thing WAS a tactic to try to get Kevin back.

Veronica immediately getting up and beating the shit out of Cheryl (they're both fighting now) and Fiona cheering Veronica on <33

Veronica shoving Cheryl onto the sofa and sitting on holding one of her arms behind her back and yelling at her to sign the divorce papers and Kevin just quietly going 'if u could initial there too..' 😭

Kyle and Debbie's awkward child romance is lowkey so cute

Mandy going over to Blake's house while getting two of her brothers (not Mickey idk what the other two r called. Iggy and Colin??) to dig her grave 😭 love that tbh. telling her to move tonight or she'll be in the grave. 'tick tock. kid fucker.'

Fiona starting to cry while she and Jimmy are kissing and Jimmy putting away and going 'hey..hey, hey, hey..' he sounds so GENTLE oh my GOD I need him to communicate what's going on. I need this relationship to work out even though I already know it won't. 'I trust u' FIONA. PLEASE. I'm gonna sob. 'that's bigger to me than I love u. it's a bigger deal. I trust u.' FUCK.

Blake moved out so who'd they put in the grave they dug 😭

[keviboy13]

The Wonderful World of Phonesex

My ABDL kinks have always been very private to me, to this day there are only a handful of people who know about it.  No one in my vanilla life knows, those that do are either directly in the fetish or work with fetishes.

I remember getting burned out with ABDL for awhile, it was getting very monotonous to me (a topic for another time).  I felt like I had surfed the entire internet and seen everything there was ABDL related.  I was getting bored with it all, I wanted a different sort of interaction.  I wanted to talk to someone about my desires and my fantasies.  That is where I found phonesex.

I started calling phonesex ladies probably in 2005 or so.  At that time, there were a few companies that catered to ABDLs.  I won't mention names of sites, but there is one that I found that just seemed to fit me.  The profiles of the "Mommies" and "Sitters" were exactly what I was looking for.  This site had a chatroom and I remember going in there on occasions.  Even though I was logged in as "keviboy", I was still nervous to be chatting with these ladies, I mean these were the first people that I EVER told about my diapers.  At first I was shy even in chat, I would login and hope that someone would initiate conversation.  After a few I would logout, then back in (yes I was that guy getting sucked out by the PSO chatroom vortex).  Eventually I got up enough confidence to start chatting in the room, and then after that and being reassured that my privacy was secure I setup that first call.

I setup a call with "Stacie", a hot little teenage babysitter.  I got my diaper on, took a few deep breaths, and made the call.  She answered the phone and her voice was so sweet and soothing, she put me at ease as she could tell that I was nervous.  We briefly discussed what I was looking for and my likes/dislikes and then began to roleplay.  She pretty much had to narrate the entire call as I was too nervous to engage.  As we got to the diapering scene, I remember her asking, "Do you want to fuck me?" and I responded very quietly "Yes".  She then descriptively proceeded with the call and got me off, it was an experience that I won't forget.

Over the years, I continued calling "Stacie".  I became more aware of what I liked and didn't and she would cater to what I wanted.  As what seems to happen over time, "Stacie" left and I had to find someone else.

I have a couple amazing women that I talk to today that help me live out my kevi fantasies.  We click very well and they seem to enjoy the roleplays, which shows and is why I keep coming back to them.

I have come to realize that we in the ABDL community are all different; we like different things within the fetish and want different things when we roleplay and fantasize.  In my previous blog, I showed you who kevi is and is all about.  While kevi has not aged over the years since he was created, his persona has.  I like detail and my roleplays are very detailed from how my diaper is checked, changed, and checked again to make sure it is on perfectly to phrases and sayings to be used.  I have come to realize what I like and want and don't like to divert too far from that (the ladies that I talk to do get some flexibility and can add in some surprises to keep things exciting).  But with this I have come to find that we are not all alike and PSOs are not all alike either.  Some say that they cater to ABDL and some really do, others don't fully get it.  Some think that we all want sex, or sissification, or messy diapers, even when I tell them ahead of times that these are hard limits with me.  Others you can tell just "phone it in", don't really engage and are just going through the motions.  This is no fun for me, if you are not into it, I won't be either.  That is why I am fortunate to have found a couple of ladies that truly enjoy our calls.

Yes, playing on with phonesex ladies does come at a price and that can range from $.99 to a few dollars a minute.  But it does provide an option for those that want someone to roleplay with, someone to talk to about diapers without being judged, or even just someone to talk to.  These ladies are very versatile and when you find one that truly cares about their work, stick with them.

Before I go, I just want to mention to those out there thinking of calling a PSO and those that do:  Be respectful to these ladies.  They are hardworking people like all of us and while they are there waiting for your call, they are doing other things also.  They have to blog, spend time in the chatroom, and other things to help market themselves to draw in business.  They get paid for none of this other work, so please respect their time and don't waste it.  Use the chatroom to engage with the ladies there, find one to talk to and setup a call.  But please don't go there and try to get things for free, or get upset if they are not responding to you immediately.  Be respectful to them and believe me they will cater to your every need.  I am very thankful for those that I talk to and the bonds and relationships that I have formed with them; they are the few that know and see the whole me.  And to the special few that I talk to regularly that are probably reading this:  You Are Greatly Appreciated!

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Chapter 195: I need to see him...

PAUL’S POV:

Dan: “I need to go do something with Matthew…”

Paul: “I told let him take the kids to the park”

Dan: “He isn’t here?” I shook my head no, and Dan made a sad face.

Paul: “I’m so sorry, I should’ve had him ask you… I’ll go get them, and I’ll be right back” I said turning to leave the room, he grabbed my arm to stop me though

Dan: “no, it’s okay… He needs to spend time with the kids too” I nodded, I feel bad though, because he is extremely upset about Matthew leaving. He was upset last time, but this time it is way worse because of their father passing away. I wish there was something I could do to help… Matthew is a big boy, he needs to make some of his own decisions now, and this is one of them.

Paul: “I agree with Deb, you really need to spend some time with him today”

Dan: “but Drake is-“

Paul: “Drake is being taking care of.”

Deb: “I think instead of having Matthew fly out, you should Drive there with him, and get him settled in, it’ll give you a little bit more time with him”

Dan: “I can’t! Drake needs me right now! and we already got the plane tickets, I doubt we could get the money back”

Paul: “who cares? you need your brother right now!”

Dan: “Drake probably already thinks that I abandoned him, I have to try to see him... I told him I would see him as soon as I could…”

Paul: “okay, how about I take you to the hospital, so you can see him, and you can try to sleep on the way there, and sleep on the way back, and then you can leave with Matthew when we get back…”

Deb: “do you need someone to go with you?”

Paul: “that’s probably a good idea, I have work tomorrow, but Denise and I can babysit Bethany for the night, and you could go with him?” I asked her.

Dan: “great, let me know when you finish planning my life out for me” he said leaving the room. I sighed. I know he is upset about everything that’s going on, but he is being annoying

Deb: “are you sure you want to babysit Bethany? she doesn’t sleep through the night, Dan and I don’t get any sleep”

Paul: “Denise was crying the other night, because she hardly has seen her since she’s been born, and it’s been really hard on her”

Deb: “she’s the one who kissed Daniel”

Paul: “I know… but... she’s really sorry, and she misses you and she misses the kids”

Deb: “I miss her too” she said looking down.

Paul: “she would be so excited to have the kids for the night, and Demi can help us, and our boys can help…. please let us help? I think Dan needs this”

Deb: “okay, I have milk stored up for her… I’m nervous though, she’s so little, I haven’t been away from her yet”

Paul: “I promise you that she will be in good hands” she nodded

Deb: “I know, I trust you guys more then I trust anyone with her” I smiled and gave her a hug.

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Kevin’s POV:

When we got back home, I saw Tyler standing in the Livingroom, he has his arms crossed and he looks so sad. He is talking to my dad about work stuff. But he looks so exhausted. I can tell he hasn’t slept yet, and his eyes are red and puffy, and I know he has been crying a lot, I hate seeing Taylor like this, it’s really sad, and it makes me feel like crying myself. I wish I could help him feel better, like he always helps me feel better. I want to hug him so bad! but I know he doesn’t want to be hugged right now, so I’m going to leave him alone. plus, I think I will cry if he pushes me away again. I frowned, and I took my shoes off, and I fixed my sock.

Demi: “you guys can come upstairs with me and Olivia if you want, because Bethany is sleeping”

Dan: “not you though... please Matthew” Matthew nodded, and the rest of them went upstairs with Demi.

Matthew: “what’s up?”

Dan: “do you want to go out to lunch, with me?” Dan asked softly. Uncle Matthew nodded.

Matthew: “of course Danny. Just let me go to the bathroom, and, I need to change, because it was kind of muddy at the park, and I tripped” I smiled. It was so funny when uncle Matthew tripped, because he was chasing Joey, because he wanted to tickle him, and he slipped on the muddy grass and fell right on his butt, and then Joey tackled him and started tickling him instead. We were all laughing so hard. I think uncle matt did it on purpose to make us all laugh, because everyone was so sad, and he likes to make people laugh, no matter how sad he is. I love that about him. I’m going to miss him. He went back to his room. I ducked my head, and quickly walked past the adults, and Taylor, so that I could go upstairs. But the back of Taylor’s hoodie that I am wearing was grabbed, forcing me to stop.

Kevin: “Daaad” I whined, turning around… it wasn’t my dad though, it was Taylor. “oh… um.. I.. I’m sorry I’m wearing your hoodie, uncle matt made me wear it” I said awkwardly. He rolled his eyes.

Taylor: “I don’t care about that Kev” he said pulling me into a tight hug. “I’m really sorry that I shoved you away like I did earlier”

Kevin: “it’s okay”

Taylor: “no it’s not... I was frustrated, but I know you were just trying to help… I shouldn’t have done that, I feel bad” he said kissing the top of my head “I love you”

Kevin: “I love you too Taylor, and it is okay, I understand” I said smiling and wrapping my arms around him. being able to hug him already makes me feel so much better.

Taylor: “c-can you come to my room with me?” I nodded. and we pulled away from each other

Paul: “Kevin, were you and the boys good at the park?”

Kevin: “Yes daddy”

Paul: “and Edward?”

Kevin: “everybody was good dad”

Paul: “okay, just making sure. Love you buddy” I smiled

Kevin: “love you too daddy” I said before Taylor pulled me along with him to his room. Uncle Matthew was in there changing.

Matthew: “Taylor, are you doing any better?” he said as he was buttoning up his jeans. Taylor shook his head no.

Taylor: “honestly no…” he said letting me go. “I’m… it’s my fault”

Matthew: “no it’s not”

Taylor: “I’ve been ignoring him… It is my fault!”

Matthew: “Taylor..” he said letting out a sigh “we went over this, it isn’t anyone’s fault”

Taylor: “I need to talk to him…” Taylor said going over to his bed and laying down.

Matthew: “it’s going to be okay Tay… I know it will” he said softly. “I’ve got to go, but we can talk more about this when I get back” Taylor nodded, and he left the room. I walked over and laid down on the bed in front of him. he smiled and pulled me closer. And we just laid there for a while before Taylor rolled onto his back, and I cuddled into his side. I don’t think either of us really know what to say.

Kevin: “are you tired…?” I asked after a little while.

Taylor: “every time I try to fall asleep, the only thing I can think about is what happened last night… I’m scared”

Kevin: “My dad said you saved him”

Taylor: “I didn’t save him, I’m the reason he was up on that overpass in the first place”

Kevin: “that’s not true Taylor… uncle Matthew just now said that it wasn’t anyone’s fault.. didn’t you hear him?” I said sitting up.

Taylor: “I got mad at him for sneaking out, and I left, and then I ignored him, and treated him horrible… I wouldn’t listen to him, because I was mad at him. so it is my fault… I should have been there for him, he should’ve been able to talk to-“ I covered his mouth, to stop him from talking. And he pulled my hand away… “what the heck, I’m trying to talk to you” he said looking hurt by me doing that to him.

Kevin: “Taylor… it’s not your fault! It’s my fault”

Taylor: “what? it’s not your fault Kevy! Please don’t think that”

Kevin: “well then you don’t think that either! there has to me more to it then we know… Drake lost his mom and his sister, and his biological dad… a little fight with you isn’t going to make him do that Taylor… he has probably been really depressed for awhile..” Taylor went quiet again for a while and he started staring at the celling again. I laid back down next to him.

Taylor: “your probably right, but… I need to see him… My dad won’t let me though”

Kevin: “maybe... you should just go”

Taylor: “like… by myself?”

Kevin: “I can go with you…”

Taylor: “No… that’s not a good idea, we will both get in so much trouble”

Kevin: “but we could try to see him, and... maybe it will be worth it” He shook his head.

Taylor: “I’m not going to get you in trouble. And… Drake doesn’t want to see me, and the last thing my dad needs right now is for me to take off” I nodded.

Kevin: “I’m so sorry that he doesn’t want to see you”  

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Paul’s POV:

Right now, I’m holding Bethany, while Deb’s cooking herself something to eat. The front door opened, and Denise came in holding a sleepy Frankie in her arms, and Zac came trailing in behind her, carrying his puppy with him.

Paul: “why in the world did you bring that dog?”

Denise: “because Zachary refused to leave without him, and I didn’t want to deal with it.” I gave Zac a disapproving look, and he smiled innocently at me.

Paul: “Zachary… you don’t need to bring that dog with you places, especially to other people’s houses without asking”

Zac: “But Simba wanted to come with me” he said pouting. I rolled my eyes.

Paul: “don’t do that again, he stays home next time” Denise laid Frankie down on the couch, and then she came and stole Bethany from me. I knew she would as soon as she could. she loves the babies.

Zac: “okay” he turned to walk to the couch, and I noticed a red mark and a band-aid on his face.

Paul: “Come here” he sighed and turned and walked over to me, and I made him turn his face.

Paul: “what happened to your face?”

Zac: “Nothing”

Paul: “Zachary… don’t lie to me” I said sternly.

Denise: “his dad came to the house all drunk, and Zachary opened the door and let him in” she said as she walked out of the room with Bethany.

Paul: “ZACHARY!” I said glaring at him.

Zac: “I didn’t know it was him, I swear”

Paul: “we are trying to make sure you are safe! You snuck out to see him, and then you let him in our home! how are we supposed to keep things like this….” I said gesturing towards his cheek with my other hand. he flinched, thinking I was going to hit him or something, which makes me sad, because I would never treat him like his dad does. “…from happening to you?”

Zac: “I didn’t know… I just assumed it was like Mr. Davis, or something, we have so many people that come visit... I really didn’t know. I’m sorry”

Paul: “are you okay?” he nodded, and I let go of his face. “are you sure?” I asked concerned.

Zac: “I’m alright”

Paul: “what happened?”

Zac: “he… he wanted to take me with him to Washington, and when I wouldn’t he.. smacked me”

Paul: “why was your cheek bleeding? He hit you that hard?”

Zac: “he w-was wearing his o-old wedding ring”

Paul: “I’m so sorry that he hurt you again” I said pulling him into a hug and kissing his forehead.

Zac: “it’s okay, I’m used to it” I frowned.

Paul: “did he hurt you anywhere else?”

Zac: “no sir”

Paul: “do you promise?” I said pulling back to look at him in the eye.

Zac: “I promise” I nodded and pulled him back into a tight hug again.

Paul: “do not open the front door again, unless you know who it is”

Zac: “yes sir” I sighed and rubbed his back.

Paul: “I love you Zac”

Zac: “I love you too…. Dad” I smiled.

Paul: “your still warm, take your dog upstairs to Ken’s old bedroom, and lay down” he pulled away and nodded.

Zac: “okay… um.. I don’t know if my dad is going to go to his court tomorrow or not.. but c-can we go?” he asked nervously.

Paul: “Are you sure that you want to go?... it’ll probably be kind of sad.”

Zac: “I want to go… he is mean, but… he is still my dad, and I want to be there” I nodded.

Paul: “okay, I’ll come home and get you”

Zac: “I’m not going to school tomorrow?”

Paul: “no, your still warm” I said reaching out to feel his forehead again. “I think you should stay home. now go upstairs and get some rest.” I said turning him and softly patting his bottom to get him moving. Then I decided to follow him upstairs so that I could check on the boys, and make sure Zac actually listens, because he doesn’t like staying in bed. Zac and his dog went into Ken’s old bedroom, and I walked over to demi’s bedroom just on time to see Nick hit Demi.

Demi: “NICK! go downstairs if you are going to be a brat”

Nick: “Make me!”

Edward: “Nick… don’t push girls”

Paul: “NICHOLAS JERRY! Come here” I yelled, causing almost all the kids to jump. Nick shook his head no. so I stormed in and I grabbed his upper arm, and I pulled him up, and smacked his bottom so hard that I’m sure it left a hand print on his bottom, and he cried out.

Paul: “when I tell you to do something, you listen!” I said smacking his bottom again.

Nick: “Owwwie! I’m sorry daddy”

Paul: “Demi… what’s going on?”

Demi: “Nick was being grumpy, so I told him he needs to check his sugar levels, and he said his sugar is fine, so I said he needs a nap then or something, and then he pushed me” I shook my head.

Nick: “I didn’t push her!”

Joe: “Yes you did!”

Nick: “SHUT UP JOE!!”

Paul: “knock it off Nicholas!”

Nick: “Daddddy! They are being mean to me!”

Paul: “no, you are just being a brat, and you are getting a spanking”

Nick: “Noo! Daddy! I’ll be good! I promise!”

Paul: “too late” I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder, and I told the kids to be good, and I went downstairs with Nick, and he is throwing a kicking and screaming fit. Which is really annoying. “Nicholas! If you don’t stop, I’m going to take my belt off and spank you with it!” I said smacking his bottom again.

Nick: “Aah” I put him down on his feet and he tried to calm himself down while I got his kit for his blood sugar. I retrieved it out of our stuff, and then I sat on the couch.

Paul: “come here” I said sternly. he made a whiney sound, but he decided he didn’t want to risk getting the belt, so he came to me, and I patted my knee, and he sat down, and let me check his sugar. “your levels are fine” I said zipping his kit back up and putting it on the table. “I think you do need a nap”

Nick: “I don’t want one” he said still trying to wipe his tears.

Paul: “well I think you need one. Why did you push your sister?”

Nick: “I don’t know”

Paul: “well that was naughty Nicholas. And then you lied to me, lying is a big no no, and you know better”

Nick: “but she was being mean to me!”

Paul: “how?”

Nick: “she called me annoying”

Paul: “I don’t blame her Nick, you are being annoying right now, and you are going to get a spanking for pushing Demi, and lying to me, and then you are going to lay down and take a nap”

Nick: “but daddy! I don’t wanna spanking! And I don’t want a nap”

Paul: “well that sucks for you, because you are getting both” I said making him get up. “pants down”

Nick: “daddy, please don’t…”

Paul: “pants down NOW Nicholas”

Nick: “but I-“

Paul: “okay. you are getting the belt for not listening to me” I said unhooking my belt and pulling it out through my beltloops. Nick burst into tears as I took his pants and underwear down and pulled him over my lap. he does have a couple red marks from me already on his sore little bum.

Nick: “I’ll be good! I promise!”

Paul: “you better be good, but you should have been good to start with, and you wouldn’t be getting this spanking” he whimpered, and I tipped him forward a little bit and then I started his spanking with the belt. I am spanking him much lighter then I would Kevin or Joe. But it’s still enough to get the message across for him.

Nick: “OWW DADDY! OUCH!” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Frankie woke up and sat on the couch and wiped his eyes.

Frankie: “Daddy! Don’t spank my best friend!” Frankie whined. I chuckled.

Paul: “well your best friend shouldn’t be naughty then” I said landing about ten more. Nicky is already sobbing. “Nicholas, you do not lie to me, and you don’t ever let me catch you pushing your big sister again”

Nick: “I’m s-soorrry d-dadddy” I landed about 5 or 6 more, and then I let him up and I pulled his pants back up for him, and then I stood up and picked him up. and he wrapped his legs around my waist, and he buried his head into my shoulder, and clung to me tightly. I sighed and walked upstairs with him.

Paul: “I want you to tell your sister that your sorry for pushing her and being a brat” I said setting him down on his feet outside of her bedroom.

Nick: “d-daddy! My butt hurts” he whined.

Paul: “it’s going to hurt more if you don’t get in there and apologize” he tried to wipe his tears a little bit, to procrastinate, but I smacked his bottom to get him moving. He sobbed and ran into the room and he tripped over Olivia on his way to Demi.  

Nick: “I’m s-sorrry Olivia”

Olivia: “it’s okay Nicky” Nicky walked over to demi.

Nick: “s-sissy?”

Demi: “yes?” she said turning to give him her full attention.

Nick: “I’m s-so so so sorrry!” he sobbed out

Paul: “For what Nicholas?” I said leaning against the doorframe and crossing my arms.

Nick: “I’m sorry f-for being a-annoying on p-purpose and f-for being a b-brat and f-for p-pushing you”

Demi: “you are forgiven baby bro” she said holding her arms out, Nick climbed into her lap and cuddled close to her.

Nick: “I won’t be a brat no more… can you tell daddy I don’t need a nap no more sissy?” I heard him say. I rolled my eyes.

Demi: “sorry buddy, I think you need a nap today...” she said honestly.

Paul: “come on Nicky” he pouted and got out of her lap and he slowly walked over to me. I grabbed his hand and took him downstairs and had him get in deb and Dan’s bed.

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Sorry this isn’t a very long chapter, it’s the best I can do. I hope I haven’t gotten bad at this during my break. Let me know your thoughts or any ideas and suggestions -hannah

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January, 2017. Daisy and I went to Japan to visit Kevin and Shoko. I wrote a lot about it and made this little video. XO.

1-5-17 Thursday

Kyushu island

Hippo Bakery

Beach walk. Bread. Blendy Stick. Laundry mat. Itoshima - wife and husband. I forgot my back pack on the beach it so happens. Moto guys. Daisy thought Japanese surfers were big water turkeys. Ancient pine forest. Karatsu burger. I hated. Aka egg and cheese. Kagamiyama mountain. Body move move. Karatsu castle. Ripped the cube into traffic towards Akasaka station to meet Tsuyoshi. (We got the laundry while I sat in the car). AirBnB guy. Boom box grocery store. Dars. Wasabi potato sticks. Crying toddler. Google translate sucks. Shoko made hot pot meal. Nummy. Kevin whipped his chocolate pops.

Fun fact. The man who invented Tenga, has the Guinness world record for longest JO. How fitting.

Gross airbnb hair on comforter and towel. Do not want to stay there. Wasting more money. :(

1-6-17 Friday

Big dry heave last night. Woke up at 1am thinking "oh boy, something's going on. Whoops!" Ran to the bathroom, felt the heat rise up my body. Was it the broth? The chicken? The Sake? I placed my hands upon the electronically heated seat of the Japanese washlet and began to dry heave. No barf. I felt like Barfing. But nope. My body wouldn't let me. I felt better though and went back to bed. Daisy told me in the AM that they made the HotPot with pork broth, thought of me, and then decided not to tell me. Maybe it was that. Who cares. I feel better today. Kev made Spanish French toast (torijas) for us. It was lovely. Daisy said the shower she took was the best she's ever taken. That's because there's a huge window looking out in the the sea. It's magic. Daisy and went to 7-11. Big presence here. Kev fully loves it. Apparently they make great stuff and the ATM is reliable. Located right next to the "Titty mags" as Kev explained. I took out Shoko's penny board and we stopped at HIPPO tiny surf bakery and got some snacks for the house. No salty bread. We showed up too late. I left the penny board outside and no one stole it! --- Shoko drove us to a special lunch and snack spot. Snack spot was very Japanese and cute and had weird dessert stuff. Lunch spot was closed at 3pm! Great shoe horn though. I Bought the best spoon ever. White metal. Feels like stone. Expensive ceramic gift shops. Hotto motto dance and curb eat. Sake factory great traditional architecture. Drove to muji and inkcube in the mall. Went nuts at Muji. And stuff. Daisy neck hurt. Back home. Cream soup. Organize pack. Test journals and pens out. Daisy in bed by 9. I stay up and eat cream soup and some dars. White chocolate. Do some photos and stuff. Kev teaches himself Japanese on laptop then plays StarDewValley.

1-7-17 Saturday

Woke up early. Beach walk. Big shell find. Hippo. Too early for SheoPan! 9:30 is the best time. Come back. Blendy stick with Scones and Cream Soup left over. Computer time clicky and and work / taxes shit. Shower ocean view. Skate to Hippo at 9:30. got the SheoPan. Groin pull fall on the way back. Saw Osky and the Corgy photo shoot. Kev takes us to train. I dropped 40 on the train card by mistake. Taking photos on the train is illegal, Kevin explains. Photo sound on iPhone mandatory. Unpack at AirBnb. Then Bounce to Lunch at crazy under ground mall. Green noodle soup. So many people. So many things. So many structures. So much lighting. So much movement. No white people. Babies dressing nicely. Cool gear. Women in mens wool long straight overcoats. Tan and black. Big buttons and ties. Underground mall culture. Walk tour through FuK with Kev. Side of building greenery stair case hike to views. Photo shoot women and man.  Stop at Julette’s letters. Got a CLIP and stuff. Wooden baby toys nice. Japanese Love Pop and cool pencil, etc. Walk to DONUT spot. Lots of walking. Donut spot in crazy OTHER mall under ground. Madness. Hot down there. Amazing donuts. Weird that in a mall though, but maybe that’s great. Mall Mall Mall. Energy to go to MUJI. Big walk again. Lots of stores and big streets. Mega complex. Water light projector show. Muju is calming. Hot in there. Got more shit. Wanted everything and a new house to decorate. Book for Ben. Meet up with Shoko at Hippo and crazy recycling bear. Walk to restaurant called CHIKEN. Allow smoking, but place is cool and hip and nice. Light beer life. Moscow mule. Was off, from walking and hunger. Kev big adventurous eater. Raw Chicken - SASHIMI. Crazy. Got a little buzzed and let go. Crazy smokey chicken dish. Tasty food overall. Walk back in the Rain. LAWSON Dars and purple gummy candy and Crunky! Shoko peeled off before the AirBnB after party. Incense at the Airbnb made it smell better. Muji lights. 1/4 xanax or whatever to sleep. Pushed beds together with D and passed out.

1-8-17 Sunday

Woke up. Jon Bellion hate listen. Shower in tiny shower. Trying to meet with Kev at Eggs and Things. Big American style food. Just love the American food. Not so much THAT< I love knowing what I’m eating because I have a special little diet that doesn’t really include meat or fish or pork or anything, and here in Japan that’s hard. Kev showed up. After Eats and Things we popped on the train(s) to Dazaifu - a very old (16th century) Shrine (or could be a temple, hard to remember which is which) about 1hr on the localish trains. People on the trains sleep a lot. It’s nice. Also, no one is loud. Very quiet and respectful. Trains are on time and the stations are clean. One train we took was just the loveliest color scheme - light green/blue and red. V. calming. Tons of people in the terminals at times. Felt like Grand Central Terminal. If I ever felt like wanting to go to a Bigger Japanese city, nope - this amount of people is fine. Dazaifu is amazing. Tiny village full of a billion people swarming up to see the shrine, but it was oddly peaceful because no one is rude and it’s generally quiet. Tiny shops and people cooking meat sticks and shit on the sides on the way up. At the end, before the gate, there was a naturally formed single file line just to take a pic with the whacky animal statue. Formed by the people in a simple organized way. Not like the monster americans at Disney. Just a nice simple civilized line. Inside, we had to do a special hand and mouth wash routine to cleanse ourselves a the water zone. I touched my lips to the water bucket stick because it’s hard to know the customs in other countries. A million Japanese people cycling through there each day, and Jeff touches his lips to the community water bucket. We hiked up into the woods and saw an amusement park on the other side which seemed weird being so close to a shine or whatever. We got soft meatless sweet pucks and sat at a low table. Very relaxing stroll. Felt bad that Kev was in the Glum zone not knowing if his relationship is in the pits. Train back Komono woman sleeping among all the other sleeping Japanese people. Kev bounced, had to work and wanted to be home for the night. We wish we could all just stay at the house. Going back to the AirBnB and not having family dinner with the homie was bumming us out. I was excited to take the reins and figure out where to go in the new city. Apple Maps is great for walking directions on this trip. Great UI. Google Maps looks like garbage. Daisy found a place that has burgers and veggy options called Brooklyn Parlor. No shame in just going to a cool hip place that I know I can get something I like. The thing is, the Japanese food I have eaten is amazing. But when you’re without your Japanese speaking friends, it’s very hard to make sure you aren’t eating shell fish or meat. We saw some other cool small restaurants we’d thought looked nice on the walk. 7-11 stop after dinner to get snacks. The Titty Rags had censorship thingies on the genitals and they also had tape on the pages so you couldn’t open em. Old man barfing at the bus stop, but overall we’re getting a friendly vibe from the city. Plans to watch Finding Dori on the lappy, but might just crash. Trying to plan what to do tomorrow with the rental car with Kev. Hard to plan sometimes! We’re living out of a backpack now because of the AirBnB and would like to re-up / swap out our gear.

(First horn sound we’ve heard here. Wow. Just now as I was typing this entry, just goes to show you, why honk, when you can be patient and kind?)  

1-9-17 Monday

Giants

Eggs and things iced coffee?

Train to Kevin's

Rental car madness - couldn’t find Nissan. Goosechase.

Senyoji temple - Magic. Soft. Quiet. Milltion Monks on hill. Old artifacts. Incense. Chanting on Mic.

Everyone backs their car in to the parking spot.

Ichiran Noodle Factory - ticket system. Rice and Egg and cold Mushrooms. Put the plate on the sound thingy and it makes a big sound all across the restaurant signifying that you want your next little order.

Tea Garden Madness - Light up trees across this huge empty yard with pop music blasting from a ton of speakers hidden all over the grounds. I did a BodyMoveMove, naturally.

1-10-17 Tuesday

Tried to go to Hippo today. It’s hard to go there, apparently. Closed on Tuesdays. Whoops! Came back with no pastries, so Kevy Cab hooked up the Pancakes and I took care of the Blendy Sticks. Grabbed the laundry and popped out to the long driving day through windy roads in the beautiful Japanese country side. First we stopped at the big Caldera overlook where a volcano made a blast hole a very long time ago. Then we popped down more windy roads to see the Aso Volcano. It was cloudy, but you could see a massive mountain with a big hole in it smoking underneath sets of ominous clouds. The museum center looked like something out of a Russian Post Apocalypse B movie. Drove to the wrong hot springs, I was getting car sick, so moved up front. The steering wheel is on the right side here, so sitting up front is a treat cuz you feel like you’re just controlling the car with you mind. Finally made it to the real hot springs. It’s a 24hr spot and it’s magical. You pick your favorite little hot spring house for around 1500 Yen (15 bucks). Then you pop in there, shower off, put your coins in the slot thingy that makes hot water blast out of a long tube into a beautiful wooden tub. We would have splurged for the rock tub for an extra dollar. Yup, a dollar for the upgrade. Daisy and I never felt so relaxed. I bought some sheepy slippers at the gift shop and am wearing them now. I also bought a sprite type drink that was about 1/4 size of a glass coke bottle, with a label designed to win design awards. Shoko is now getting car sick, so it’s me and her up front, with her driving. She drives very fast. On the highway she was passing mother fuckers with ease. I was nervous. Grabbed our laundry from the trusty laundry mat (drying only for us). I lay down on the bench while Daisy read Japanese Nylon. I was trying to still my body. Bopped over to the UDON noodle place and got some Tofu Noodle Udon and white rice. It was simply great. Ate at the counter and took some iPhone vids of stuff. At home raging on some 7-11 snacks we got at some point today. 7-11 here is what I want a convenience store to be. It has lots of shit I like and cheap. Daisy in bed now cuz I feel I owe it to myself to document these trips. They’re super important to me and special and I’m lucky to go on them.

1-11-17 Wednesday

Woke up at 8am and popped out to the ocean magic tree zone to dance in public for my BodyMoveMove & Exquisitemovement project. Dancing really gets the heart pumping. Daisy said she wanted to go for a run on the beach but where is she now? Face down in bed, that’s where. I can’t seem to sleep past 8 and I’m loving it. Slid over to Hippo for a pastry run. Scored that ShioPan which is very rare and special, as we all know. Came back and missed the “let’s go” and rushed to get ready. Everyone was making fun of me for being a space cadet on this trip, but I kinda like being loose and spacey when I’m not at the wheel. Most of my life is dictated by me and only me so it’s been really nice that Kev and Shoko are handling everything and being great tour guides. We zap over to Shoko’s parent’s house which is a traditional Japanese magical tiny compound. Garden’s and outbuildings and paths tucked and squeezed into the tiny suburban hillside. They have another house that they open as a cafe and art gallery and everything is as you’d expect a modern day / ancient Japanese house to be. They have a fucking COY POND in the middle of it all with lots of buddies swimming back and forth. Their toilet has a button that lifts and lowers the seat - no touch lifestyle. That sums up the house and how rad it is. We jammed over to a fast food Sushi Roll place that uses a conveyer belt system to deliver your food and you pay per plate. You order on the touch screen and it makes a lot of loud chimes and screams at you, which is the only downside. All this annoyance is overruled by the convenience and novelty. I ate no fish because fish grosses me out and I feel bad for them. They say fish is good for you, but not for me because it’s disgusting and smells like low tide. Your kid isn’t dressed up like he/she is headed to fashion week? Don’t bring them outside then. That’s the rule. Tolls here are very expensive, but the roads, even though I can’t read a god damn word, seem to be great and tight and efficient and clean. Next, we bopped over to the largest bronze Buddah that is laying down. It’s magnificent and peaceful. Snagged a Bodymovemove before going inside and praying at all the little pray stations. Then we got little balls with feathers on them to toss into the tiny buckets but none of us were successful. Guess what? This place is manicured to perfection and has a very hand made feel. Lots of paths into the forest and mini shrines and stuff. Even a tiny Torii Gate you can crawl through. Whoops, sun is setting, so we blast off to another Temple Shrine they’re calling Hay something. It has a lot of stairs and you can see the ocean and whatever. Big hay knot thingy you can pray to. We got gas and stopped at Aeon for food and snacks for gifts. The Nissan March really gets good gas mileage. I can’t find my lens cap, but who cares, I already got the good Bokeh shot on the highway. We’ve been using a “Shared Wallet” System, which is neat. You all put in the same amount of $ at the beginning and when you do group activities you all take out of that. At the end if there’s any left, you split it up. It works well or whatever. Back home Shoko made hot pot - no pork so I don’t need to dry heave over the wash-let again! Beers for everyone but me and desserts and funny convo on the futon and stuff. I took a bath listening to the ocean waves pulse. So nice. That pulsing really does wash away everything bad.

(so that’s it for what I have written. I know we stayed in Japan longer, maybe I wrote the rest of my thoughts in an actual journal? Hard to care to search for it right now. Maybe the video above will do the trick closing that gap. I’m updating this blog right now and it’s 5/11/19 10:07AM)

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Secrets- Riverdale X Reader Chapter 2- A Touch of Evil ((Jughead Jones))

part 1: http://fanfictionandstuff.tumblr.com/post/157068434249/secrets-riverdale-x-reader-chapter-1-the-rivers 

 Fandom: riverdale 

 Warnings:none 

 Word count: somewhere over 3000

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You woke up in a cold sweat on Monday morning. You knew something was wrong from the second you opened your eyes. You turned on your phone, using it as a light source in your pitch black room. 

Immediately you froze, your fingering hovering over the unlock button. You had a ridiculous amount of missed calls and texts from Betty, Veronica, and Kevin. You glanced at the time, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion. It was 3:30am. What could they want this late?

You opened your texts and were flooded with information. Kevin was going to the river with Moose, Kevin and Moose had been caught at the river. Veronica was wondering if you had seen Betty. Betty was letting you know she was okay And finally, all three had messaged you the exact same thing, in almost uniform wording. five words that explained your feeling of dread.

They found Jason Blossom’s body. He was shot. Body. Corpse. Dead. You knew Jason was dead…but it was still like a punch to the stomach. Maybe a little part of you hadn’t believed it. Maybe a little part of you hoped your half brother was just…missing. But a corpse was irrefutable. Final. And more importantly…someone had killed him.

- -

After a restless four hours of attempting to sleep, your alarm saved you from your thoughts. Every time you closed your eyes you saw Jason staring back at you, his eyes dead, hair dripping with water, a bullet wound through his head. You couldn’t shake it from your head, you had no idea why you even cared that Jason was dead. You hadn’t known him.

You reached onto your nightstand and silenced your alarm. You threw the quilt off you and onto the floor, climbing out of your bed. You walked across your carpeted floor into the bathroom. You splashed cold water onto your face and then ran a damp hand through your hair to calm down.

You stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash away the dark thoughts and fears plaguing you. You got out of the shower and finished getting ready. You glanced at your phone after pulling on your shirt and groaned, you had taken longer in the shower than usual and had no time to eat breakfast. With a resigned huff, you pulled on your shoes and walked out the front door. When you got to riverdale high, Betty’s name was called over the announcements to come to the office. You decided to go to the office. You wanted to check on Betty after the shit storm that was the weekend.

You got to the office at the same time as Betty and Kevin. They smiled at you in greeting before Kevin caught sight of the mysterious yellow roses on the desk. “Oh, my god, those are gorgeous*. Are those for Betty, Mrs. Phillips?” Kevin said, walking closer to the flowers.

The decrepit old woman behind the desk gave Kevin a harsh stare. “That’s why I called her.”

Kevin snatched a white card from the center of the bouquet, “Dear Betty, please forgive me. XOXO, V?’ Who the hell is V?”

“Veronica.” Betty and Veronica said at the same time. Veronica stepped through the door from the hallway, holding a white box. “The yellow’s for friendship, I also had magnolia cupcakes flown in from New York…because, as my mom likes to say, there’s no wrong the right cupcake cannot fix.” Veronica took a tentative few steps towards Betty. “Also I- I booked us for hers-and-hers Mani-pedis at Chez Salon…blowouts too. I am so, so sorry, Betty. I don’t know what happened to me that night…It was such a basic bitch move. It- it was like I was possessed by-”

Kevin interrupted her, “Madame Satan?”* he asked snarkily.

“The old Veronica.” Veronica finished, looking down in shame. “And I will never, ever, do anything like that to you again. I swear on my mothers pearls. Just…can you please* give me one more chance?” Her eyes were pleading. Betty smiled and shrugged, “Okay.”

You, Veronica, and Kevin all spoke at the same time, “What?” “Really?!” Veronica’s words were excited, a huge grin on her face. Your’s and Kevin’s were shocked, his also accusing. You weren’t the hurt party here so you had decided to follow Betty’s example on the whole Veronica thing…but you honestly hadn’t expected that.

“Awesome! I’ll take it. And you won’t regret it!” Veronicas grin got wider. “Okay.” Betty said again, so quietly you almost hadn’t heard her.

“I’ll bring these to lunch so we can celebrate.” and with one last grin Veronica walked out of the Office as the Bell for class rang.

As soon as she was gone you and Kevin stared at Betty in shock, “It’s the path of least resistance guys. A week ago Veronica and I weren’t friends… Next week, we’ll nod to each other as we pass in the hall, but that’s it. In two weeks, she won’t even remember my name. And in three, she’ll have latched on to some other girl to destroy.” You and Kevin frowned. You didn’t think Veronica was out to destroy Betty…and you were positive that Betty wouldn’t get rid of Veronica that easily. But you kept quiet, not wanting to get on Betty’s already crowded bad side.

So you just nodded awkwardly and walked with them to class. The speakers crackled on and Weatherbee began the morning announcements before you could say anything more to Betty.

“There have been many inquiries about the upcoming pep rally. So let me state clearly…it is happening as scheduled. Now, on a less felicitous note…if you could give your attention to Sheriff Keller.” Another man’s voice came over the announcements, who you assumed was Kevin’s dad. “Most of you already know the details, but your classmate Jason Blossoms body was found late Saturday night. So as of this weekend…Jason’s death is now being treated as a homicide. It is an open and ongoing investigation.”

The entire school was silent. Everyone was staring at the speakers. Your fingers clutched at the necklace you were wearing, your knuckles going white. You were the only one not staring at the speakers. You were staring down, your face emotionless.

Cheryl’s voice crackled over the speakers. “And may I interject? Neither I nor my parents will rest until Jason’s death is avenged, and his cold-hearted killer is walking the green mile to sit in old sparky and fry. I for one, have my suspicions. hashtag “riverdale strong.”

Kevins father’s voice came back on, “If you know anything that could help us find and apprehend jason’s killer, or anything about what happened to him on july 4th, I strongly urge you to come forward immediately. You can speak with me or principal Weatherbee. A death like this wounds us all. Let’s not let Jason down.“

- -

Your first class was biology. As you walked in you instantly regretted it, there were dead frogs splayed on trays at each work station. It wasn’t that you were afraid of blood or anything, you just didn’t like…dissecting things.

Betty and Kevin had taken their seats at a desk by the window and all the other seats were taken… except for the one next to Jughead. “Hey…this seat taken?” You smiled hopefully at him. Jughead didn’t answer and just gestured for you to sit down. You smiled and took a seat next to him, setting your bag down on the floor. “You look moodier than usual…you okay?”

Before he could answer or you could press further, the teacher came in. “Seats everyone! Pair off, gloves on, scalpels up!” Your friends quickly paired off leaving you with no partner for the dissection.

“Heyyyyyy…so how are you with a scalpel?” You asked Jughead who, you assumed, also had no partner. considering he was still sitting next to you.

“Is that your way of asking me to be your partner?” Jughead raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes?” you grinned sheepishly He just rolled his eyes. It wasn’t with annoyance though, it was more on the side of amusement. Jughead took out a pen and filled out your names on the top of the assignment paper.

Two of Cheryls cronies leaned on the desk you were both sitting at, completely ignoring you and Jughead and whispering nasty things about Cheryl. You were quickly becoming annoyed with them, but before your anger could get the best of you there was a sickening squelching sound of a scalpel being stabbed into one of the frogs. The girls jumped, you and Jughead whipping around to see Cheryl with her hand tightly gripping the scalpel. Her face was neutral but there was a definite murderous glare directed at the girls. You and Jughead stared for a few seconds more as the girls turned and fled from Cheryl’s eye line. You hadn’t known Cheryl Blossom that long but that had been extremely unsettling.

The rest of class passed by in a blur. You tried making jokes to cover your squeamishness and Jughead mostly ignored you, occasionally smirking or doing that eye roll thing again, but most of the class was passed in silence. Something was definitely off with jughead…but you couldn’t ask him what.

- -

Later that day at lunch you, Kevin, Betty, and Veronica were walking across the field, trays of food in hand. “sooo…” Veronica started, a playfulness in her voice, “what did Moose want?”

“Oh, my god. I don’t even think he knows. I mean, I am devastatingly handsome in that classic pre-accident Montgomery Clift kind of way, and sexuality is fluid, but can someone named ‘Moose’ actually be that fluid?” Kevin ranted.

Veronica laughed, “Okay, well I ship it.” “I ship it too! You deserve pretty things, Kev.” You grinned.

“Well of course you guys would! You’re big city girls with loose morals.” Kevins tone was teasing, but his joke wasn’t well received, given what had went down just two days earlier. “I just meant…that Moose has an official girlfriend. Midge. Anyway, it’s terrible to say, but part of me wishes he would just stay in the darn closet.” Kevin finished as you approached the blue picnic table where Archie was already sitting. Archie shot the four of you a confused and concerned look. “Obviously, I didn’t mean literal closet…” Kevin corrected.

“Comfy.” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Archie! Any new material you wanna try out on a very forgiving audience?” Veronica expertly changed the topic. “I–” Archie trailed off.

“Please?” she said, her eyebrows raised in plea. “Yeah, please Archie? you didn’t even let us hear the end of the last song!” You added.

“Would you? I’d love the hear it.” Betty said, a soft smile on her face.

That did it.

Archie sighed in resignation and reached for his guitar. “I’m still working on the lyrics, so…okay…” Archie sang the first few lines while the four of you watched him. It was actually amazing and you freaking loved Archies songs, even if you were a little unsure on how much you liked him as a person. Before he could get far into it, Betty looked like she was about to cry and he stopped.

You Kevin and Veronica applauded quietly. “Betty?” Archie’s voice was laced with concern, “You okay?” Betty had a distant and sad smile on her face as she looked away from the group. “I’m supposed to say yes. That’s what the nice girl always says, but…No, I’m not. I-I want to be. I thought I could be, but it’s too much, too fast. Archie…” Betty turned and walked away crying.

Archie bolted up, “Betty–Betty, wait!” Archie ran off, leaving you, Kevin, and Veronica watching in stunned silence, none of you knowing what to say. You watched as Betty and Archie had a pretty intense conversation. You, Kevin, and Veronica all sat with baited breath. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but it didn’t look good. Finally it ended, Betty walking off about to cry and Weatherbee calling Archie to see him. The three of you shared a stunned look, Kevin’s mouth open in shock and Veronica at a loss for words.

- - -

The next day you caught up to Betty and Veronica at their lockers, both locked in an intense conversation. When you approached they stopped talking and smiled at you. “Hey (y/n)!” Betty greeted you. You waved awkwardly, feeling like you had just intruded in on a relatively intense moment. “Hey guys, sorry can’t actually stay to talk I haven’t eaten yet and I’m freaking starving. There’s a vending machine in the lounge thingy right?” Betty nodded and pointed in the direction of the vending machines, You smiled gratefully and took off.

You walked through double doors into a room filled with couches and loud-mouthed jocks. You navigated your way to the back of the room. Betty, Veronica, and Kevin arrived in the room soon after, but quickly split off into different places, Veronica began talking to resident playboy (and suspected dickwad) Chuck Clayton, and Kevin and Betty took a seat at the edge of the room to do some homework.  

You walked over to the vending machines and contemplated the machines contents, There were mostly off brand chips and overly processed suspicious looking packets of jerky. You groaned in frustration, “I think I’d rather starve to death than attempt to eat anything in here…” you muttered to yourself.

“I think eating anything in there would kill you a lot faster than starvation.” You jumped slightly, startled at the sound of Jughead’s voice.

“Jesus! Don’t you know its not polite to sneak up on people?” You accused. “I didn’t sneak up on you.” Jugheads lips were curled into the faintest of smirks.

You were about to argue back that he had, in fact, snuck up on you, when Reggie’s voice cut you off. 

“If a kid at Riverdale killed Jason, it’s not gonna be a jock, right? No, let’s be honest. isn’t it always some spooky, scrawny, internet troll, too busy writing his manifestos to get laid? Some smug, moody, serial-killer-fanboy freak. Like Jughead!” You rolled your eyes at Reggie, his loud-mouthing was getting old real fast.

“What was it like, suicide squad? When you shot Jason? You didn’t do stuff to the body, did you? Like, after.” Jughead closed his eyes in annoyance and then lazily turned his gaze to Reggie, his arms crossed. “It’s called necrophilia, Reggie. Can you spell it?” You grinned at Jugheads retort, Reggie however, found it less amusing.

“Come here you little–!” Reggie leaped over the back of the couch he was sitting on, towards you and Jughead. But before you could blink Archie had shoved in front of the two of you, pushing Reggie back. “Hey, shut the hell up, Reggie.” Archie shoved Reggie away. You took the opportunity to get out of the way before things got ugly.

Veronica stood up, “Boys?” her face plastered with concern. Reggie looked Archie up and down, “What do you care, Andrews?” “Nothing, just leave him alone.”

“Holy crap. Did you and Donnie Darko kill him together? Was it some sort of pervy blood brothers thing?” You snorted in amusement. This kid was a special kind of stupid.

Archie didn’t answer and shoved Reggie forcefully, Jughead shouted but it was lost in the chaos as Reggie and Archie slammed into the vending machine, shattering the glass. Jughead tried to pull Reggie off of Archie but one of the Jocks pulled him off. Reggie punched Archie, knocking him out. You didn’t know what to do, but it looked like Reggie was going to punch him again. You did the only thing you could think of…and hit him with your backpack. 

The bag made contact with Reggie’s back and he stopped mid swing. He got up and stared at you, rage in his eyes. You were a little terrified but Archie was your friend…kind of. And Reggie was a massive dick. Everyone’s eyes were on you as you spoke, a false confidence making your words sound steady. “That’s enough, Mantle. He’s unconscious.*”

He grinned, “Oh, so Andrews gets his girlfriend to rescue him now? Can’t fight his own battles?”

“Im not Archie’s girlfriend. What I am is someone who doesn’t like loud mouthed jocks that pick on everybody to hide their own insecurities and issues.”  your tone was cold and biting.

Reggie was pissed, his hand curled into a fist, but you weren’t done. “You, reggie mantle, are just a highschool has-been waiting to happen.” He actually looked like he was going to hit you, but you knew better. Hitting a girl is a big no-no, even among the jocks. He walked up to you and towered over you, trying to be intimidating. “What are you gonna do, Reg? Hit a girl?”

You sidestepped him casually and knelt down next to Archie, motioning for some of the guys to help carry him to the nurse’s office. You walked out alongside the people carrying the unconscious red-head and your friends followed you out. Kevin and Veronica cornered you as soon as you were clear of the room.

“Holy crap (y/n)! Where did that come from?” Kevin grinned at you, a flicker of what seemed to be pride in his voice. “Yeah girl, that was AMAZING!” Veronica added. 

You smiled wearily, “Yeah, well, can it be amazing in the bathroom? Because I think I might puke. That was straight up terrifying.” - - - The night of the pep rally you were running to the football field. You were already late, and you and you had promised Betty and Veronica that you were going to watch their cheer performance. Your shirt had been buttoned in a hurry and you had forgotten your jacket,  but you were sure as hell not going to break a promise to your friends.

You got there as the game was just starting and you swore, You spotted Jughead and jogged over to him. “Any chance in hell I didn’t miss the cheerleaders performance?” Jughead furrowed his eyebrows at your weird question and disheveled performance. “I promised Betty I’d come out and support them…and then I kind of lost track of time…” you offered as explanation. Jughead nodded with a faint smile on face.

“Is that a real smile on your face, Jones? Wow that’s gotta be like, the seventh sign of the apocalypse, right?…So what brought that on?” Jughead rolled his eyes, but, like always, there was a warmth behind it. “Just had a good chat with an old friend.”

You grinned playfully, “Well, I like it. Looks good on you.” You suddenly looked semi-concerned. “Hey do you think they noticed I was missing? Probably not, right? Jeez, if I had known I was going to miss it anyways I would’ve grabbed my sweater. It’s freaking freezing.” Warm fabric was gently draped around your shoulders. You looked up in confusion to see Jughead’s jacket on your shoulders. “Just to be clear, this isn’t a boy giving his coat to a girl he likes. This is a friend lending another friend his jacket because she tore a new one in Reggie Mantle to stop him from further beating up the first friends other friend.” Jughead was staring at the football field, turned completely away from you. “You lost me at the third friend, but thanks for the jacket.” You smiled softly and turned to the game. You passed the next few hours in comfortable silence, just watching the game surrounded by noise and people and the rain. But it all just kind of blurred as you stood next to Jughead.

- -

After the game, Archie had invited Jughead and you to Pop’s, which you had happily accepted. Any excuse to go to a place with food was good with you. When the three of you walked in the door, Betty and Veronica were already in a booth. The five of you stared at eachother and betty smiled. “Do you guys wanna join us?”

Jughead smirked. “Yes, but only if you’re treating.” You nodded in agreement as the two girls laughed. “Veronica Lodge.” Veronica introduced herself. “Jughead Jones, the Third” Jughead answered, climbing into the seat next to the window.

“Jughead Jones the Third.” Veronica echoed, her eyes narrowing a bit and a smile on her face. You laughed and pulled up a chair rather than squeezing into the booth. “He really likes the ‘the Third’ bit.” Everybody was laughing and smiling as you all sat there around the booth at Pops. 

And for one shining moment, you were all just kids.

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❝ Stop looking for that next secret door that’s going to lead you to your next life. Stop waiting. This is it: there’s nothing else. ❞

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P O S I T I V E   T R A I T S: resourceful ; witty N E G A T I V E   T R A I T S: volatile ; weak-minded

↪ b i o g r a p h y ;

L I F E   B E F O R E   T H E   O U T B R E A K:

Kevin knew he was a waste of space. He had always known. That’s why at three, though he had no recollection of it, he was not surprised to find that the women who had birthed him had been unable to feed him and so had thrown him out like the garbage he was. Surrounded by filth he had been found by Gallen, a young boy not opposed to dumpster diving. His first real memory is of the chemical filled scent of plastic burning courtesy of his methhead of a mother. The first memory he had wanted to keep however was of being pulled from that dumpster and the shadowy murmur of a prepubescent boy saying “fuck” like it was made for him. The pair begged, conned, scraped by. When Kevin got sick, too sick for fixing on the street Gallen carried him the five miles to the nearest emergency room. Pneumonia the nurses said it was, and no wonder they sighed, two young boys in the winter, alone? It was a wonder they exclaimed, a wonder they weren’t dead. Of course after the incident they were placed in foster care, of course. An endless stream of red faced men who liked to hurt, hurt, hurt and their wives, faces pale, eyes terrified later and the pair was tired. They met a strange boy with red hair and a temper, they were older now, Kevin at 17 and Gallen at 20 and they were ready to work more full time. They got involved with a dealer, a cruel, cruel man but the kids they ran with, sold with, the closest thing they had to family were loyal. They dealt for a long time before it became too much for Kevin. He turned to the drugs which he sold, which unfortunately were all too easily accessible. Alcohol and pot were one thing but when the effects of those didn’t contain the release he needed, he became desperate. Kevin became a mixed drink of alcohol and shooting up and although he was terrified of turning into the fleeting memories of his memories he still… he still on occasion had fallen into the depths of meth. No one noticed. Not at first anyway but when things escalated and he was always, always high. Gallen started to pick up on what was going on. Things spiraled and Kevin refused to get help. Gallen sheltered jinn for a long time but all too soon everyone had found out. Kevin hated those stares, hated the murmurs and how everyone just wanted “to help”, but he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t fucking stop. So he tried to cut the addiction out of him, in a sober frenzy he slashed open his wrists, again and again and again. Streams of blood were soaking into the fabric of his jeans and when Gallen found him, he thought him dead. In the hospital they sewed him shut and when they kicked him out due to his lack of insurance, he began to detox. Gallen helped of course and Kevin was finally getting there. He still worked as a dealer, it was the only thing he knew, but it was almost helpful to be around what he constantly craved. Almost something soothing about the heroin constantly in close proximity. He knew it would always be there for him to come back to.

L I F E   D U R I N G   T H E   O U T B R E A K:

When Kevin first heard the news he didn’t care if all the information was accurate or not. People were dying, it didn’t matter how or why. Gallen left with him, abandoning the rest of the gang. They took a shitty old car and they started moving aimlessly in a westward direction. They figured warmer would be better. They hit Des Moines before it really turned to shit. The rest of Iowa was a disaster, getting in and out was almost impossible. People left their vehicles where they were engines still running. Routers came in droves and Kevin watched in abject horror as the people around him died. Of course he had seen shootings, watched children get brains blown out in drive bys to make parents pay. But this, this was hell. He wanted a fucking hit. He needed a fucking hit. Gallen took his hand in his own and held it. Whispered “I promise you’ll be safe” into a background of screams. Kevin let himself believe it. They drove on. The rest of Iowa was the same goddamn blur of suffering and blood. Nebraska was different, quieter. It felt still. They had been siphoning gas and just making it by for what felt like forever. In Lincoln the last of their luck ran dry. That shitty fucking car finally bit the dust and really, really broke. With no mechanic and no easy way around the problem the pair set off on foot. The essentials were of course taken, the guns and ammo, rations, Kevin’s backpack filled with drugs, medical supplies and razor blades. This was of course, for a Just In Case moment. It took them so long just to reach Omaha. When they did they were greeted by a huge quantity of rotters. It took everything to get out. The majority of the ammo, a lot of hard work, and…a large chunk of Gallen’s flesh. They hadn’t been careful enough. When they were safe, Gally showed Kevin the festering wound, the all too apparent mark of teeth. Kevin cried. Really bawled, Gallen, always calm pressed the gun into his hand. His words were whispery and hoarse. “Please kevy, please do this last thing for me.” He leaned down to kiss the top of Kevin’s head. They were both crying. After he shot his brother in the head he left Nebraska. He wandered toward Wyoming and wound up in the outskirts of Cheyenne. Kevin was again alone and again he realized that he was nothing more than garbage.

L I F E   A F T E R   T H E   O U T B R E A K:

Kevin had always been a clever asshole but with no one to listen to his quips and no family to argue with he felt lost and tread back into the waters of self destruction. Desperate to find anyone, he travels further into Cheyenne with only the pack on his back full of rations, weapons and shame. A few weeks after Gallen’s passing he had shot up. Gotten so high he felt like he wasn’t even real but coming down had been extremely difficult so he refrained from opening that part of his pack again. By this point his only drive was to find a new family, people who would accept him or he’ll, even look at him with something other than the filmy eyes of the undead or his brothers accusing ones from his dreams. He thinks he’s really starting to lose it. If…if he doesn’t find people soon than he might as well just stick the gun, the one he used to kill Gallen, up to his temple and just. Shoot.

[mentalpolaroids]

CH | 16. well, damn (part II)

CH 15

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I woke up the next morning not really remembering when or how I ended up in my own bed, with a snoring Noah holding me surprisingly tight against him, since he was clearly sleeping deeply. My head didn't hurt as much as I was expecting and having my best friend snoring in my ear was like a wave of memories from the night before crashing down on me. I remembered pretty much everything until the point where Dustin insisted on opening the other bottle of wine to play Never Have I Ever with it. I didn't drink that much but adding that to the amount of alcohol I had already had was enough to get me drunk again and forget what happened after. That's why I had no idea how I had the energy and intelligence to go to my bed and fall asleep there. I stretched my arm in hopes of finding my phone in my nightstand to check the time. I think it's no surprise I didn't find it. I was about to get up to look for it but Noah had other plans and, now awake, pulled me back against him and hid his face in my neck.

"Not yet. What time is it anyway?", he asked, his voice muffled by my skin.

"That's what I was going to find out but your lazy ass won't let me."

"Nevermind then."

I don't know what was turning me on more: the way his breath felt against my skin or his morning voice. Maybe both. And replaying the scenes from last night were not helping either. If this kept on going, my self control would just get weaker and weaker until there was none and I would make a fool of myself and ruin this friendship for good. And I didn't want that. But it wasn't just me constantly daring to cross the line. No, it was like the bastard next to me liked to try me, if his constant teasing and flirting were any indication. We were both just going for it but without actually taking a step forward. We wouldn't even talk about it. It was weird and kind of frustrating but also dangerous and exciting. Guess I would just have to deal with it. After a few more minutes, we finally got up. I tried not to give much importance to the fact that Noah was wearing nothing but his boxers and I managed to lose my pants somewhere too. I wasn't even going to mention it or think much about it, it was easier to accept that last night was crazy and everybody got wasted. Just that. I didn't even bother putting on another pair of pants, I just left the room with Noah behind me the way I was, as did he. First thing I saw when entering the living room was Camila sleeping in the bean bag with a blanket over her. Her hair was a mess, and I bet so was she when she woke up. Noah laughed quietly behind me at the sight of her and I couldn't help but do the same. Kevin and Dustin were nowhere to be found so I just assumed they slept in my brother's room. Now that I wanted to hear. I didn't want to wake anybody up but my will for coffee was bigger than my empathy so I turned on the coffee machine to serve myself and Noah a big mug filled with Heaven's drink. While I waited for it to heat up, I tried breaking the ice.

"So,", I turned to Noah, leaning against the counter, "Hangover?"

"Not really, thought I'd feel worse, actually. You?"

"Same."

He stared at me for a few seconds before smiling shyly and asking.

"You want to ask me something about last night, right?"

"Well, considering you woke up almost naked and I haven't seen my pants, yes, I kind of have some questions.", we both laughed.

"That too, but I'm afraid I don't have the answers to that either."

I laughed nervously. I guess we were both nervous, which was something new between us. We were always so comfortable around each other that it was weird to even think about feeling nervous with him. Shit was definitely getting real. I didn't want that to happen so I just went straight to the point, putting my anxiety aside and going around the awkwardness that was trying to settle in.

"So, do you remember last night then?"

"You mean that wonderful version of Truth or Dare? Oh yes, I remember.", he was smirking but I could tell he was just trying to disguise his discomfort. A sweet discomfort. I felt myself blush anyway. He remembered the things we did and felt and that was enough to make me tingle inside and warm up my entire system.

"So...", I prolonged the word, not even sure what I wanted to say next.

"Maybe we should talk about this another time, Camila's right there."

"Oh, don't mind me, I'm sleeping.", she answered, not having moved from the beanbag one bit.

"Right.", I laughed and glanced quickly at Noah, only to see him smiling at me and, with a wink, he went to grab two mugs for us to drink our coffee.

"Good morning my beautiful people.", Dustin's cheery voice filled the room and I smirked when I saw my brother leaving his room right behind him.

"Someone had a great after party I see.", I said, not being able to control the teasing.

"Oh shut up, as if you didn't have one too."

"We didn't, actually. Kelly lost her pants though.", Noah answered and I swear if there was a hole somewhere I would hide in it.

"Oh, they're on the balcony.", Camila said as if it was nothing and I wasn't sure if I should laugh or be scared of what the hell happened last night for my pants to end on the balcony.

"I'm not even going to ask."

"It's not like any of us remembers anyway.", Kevin said, sitting down on the kitchenette counter.

We all had breakfast, that could actually be considered brunch. Camila was the one with the worst hangover because alcohol just hits harder on her so she was more quiet, but she still joined Noah and I on teasing Kevin and Dustin for sleeping together. Dustin was just laughing and telling us to shut up while my brother was blushing and hiding his face in his hands while laughing. I was very happy for them, I just hoped they would actually get into a relationship. They deserved each other.

After breakfast (or brunch, whatever) Camila had to leave because she was going to have lunch with her family and Noah and Dustin decided to stay for a bit more. Kevin and Dustin were showering in the main bathroom while Noah used mine and I waited in my room for him to finish so I could go next. I heard him calling my name from the bathroom and I had to step closer to the closed door to understand what he was trying to say over the running water.

"I forgot to grab my clothes from my bag, can you please bring them here and leave them on the sink or something?"

"Sure."

I kneeled in front of his bag and, not thinking much of it, I heard him turn the shower off. Rummaging through his bag for his clean clothes I felt a small package and when I picked it up I felt like I was going to faint. As if sensing what I just discovered, the bathroom door opened and Noah got out holding and securing a towel around his waist. I guess he remembered what he was hiding and stepped out of the shower to stop me. Too late. He saw the pack of cigarettes in my hand and a look of panic and regret appeared on his face. I got up and walked closer to him.

"You promised, Noah, you fucking promised.", my voice wasn't loud but my tone was enough for him to understand I was mad. Really mad. It wasn't even about the smoking, it was about breaking the promise he made, going behind my back and doing what he promised he wouldn't do again.

"Kelly, I'm sorry, I was going to tell you..."

"When?"

My voice grew louder but I didn't even care. I wanted him to understand I was mad and, mostly, hurt.

"I... I don't know.", his voice came out weak, contrary to mine, "Can we please talk about this after I finish showering?"

"No."

He sighted.

"Why? Why, Noah? You said you would talk to me when you felt like doing it again."

He looked down and I almost felt bad for him, but I guess my disappointment was bigger than my empathy so I kept going.

"We've been through this, dammit, you should know by now that I hate when people break their promises, especially about something like this. Why the hell didn't you just talk to me?", I was pretty much screaming. I hated acting like this.

"I don't know, Kelly!"

He screamed too but the look on his face showed that he immediately regretted it. He took a deep breath and continued.

"I wanted to, but I... You have that shit about Julio already stressing you out, I didn't want to stress you even more. I know I promised you I would stop and talk to you if I ever felt like smoking but I can't, ok? I can't, I have problems too and I'm sorry if I don't know how to deal with them the way you do, especially when your problems start to become mine too."

"I thought we trusted each other enough to talk about things, I mean, that's why you're the only one who knows about Julio. But I guess I shouldn't have told you that, right? Since you have your own problems too.", my voice got weaker when I felt tears forming in my eyes, "I'm sorry if I bothered you, it won't happen again. From now on, I'll deal with things by myself, maybe that way you'll have less things to worry about and maybe you'll stop fucking smoking, does that work for you?"

My rage had turned into sarcasm and that only made Noah tense his jaw and stare down at me.

"You're being unfair."

"Am I? Guess we're even then."

He was about to say something but he changed his mind, so he grabbed his bag from the floor and went back to the bathroom. I didn't feel like waiting in my room anymore so I headed to the kitchen and threw away the package of cigarettes, not even thinking twice.

"Is everything ok, sis?", Kevin's worried voice made my tears finally fall but I was quick to wipe them out.

"Peachy."

I stayed in the kitchen cleaning the dishes from breakfast in an attempt to distract myself from what just happened. I was now more hurt than mad. I don't think I've ever had a fight with Noah, not like this, so to say I felt miserable was putting it lightly. I felt like shit, and I felt like punching my best friend for making me feel like shit. I heard Noah coming out of my room and the tension between us was dense enough to make Kevin and Dustin get up from the couch and go to Kevin's room.

"Kelly, I'm sorry, that was not what I meant, it came out wrong."

I stayed quiet with my back to him. I wanted to make things right with him but at the same time I didn't have the energy to talk, let alone potentially fight again.

"Can we talk another time?", I turned around to face him but as soon as I saw his face I averted my gaze. He looked so desperate that, in a normal scenario between us, I would've wanted to hug the shit out of him, but, in that case, I just wanted him to leave. Just thinking about it made me feel bad, I was being harsh on him but I was hurt and I really didn't have the energy to deal with that. Maybe we both should clear our heads and talk when things were cooler so hurtful things wouldn't come out of our mouths. Noah nodded and, adjusting his bag on his shoulder, he stepped closer to me and kissed my forehead. His lips lingered and my eyes filled with tears again. I couldn't step away even if I tried. Even when I was mad at him I was still obsessed with his touch. It was the first time we fought and the gesture showed it was hurting him too. He finally stepped away and headed to the door, leaving me in the company of my tears not rolling down my face.

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CH 17

[fardell24b]

Quinn’s Code - Cafe Geekdale - Part 8

“I'm sure you're wondering why I called this meeting today?” she asked.

There was brief muttering among the members.

“It has to do with the Coffee House.”

The members looked at each other in confusion, what did the Coffee House have to do with anything that the Programming Club did?

Quinn raised her hand.

“Yes?” Andrea asked.

“What about the Coffee House?”

“I am reading a poem there and I would like an opinion,” Andrea said.

'Weird,' Wolfang thought.

“Really?” someone asked.

“Yes,” Andrea said.

“Let's hear it,” Quinn said, wondering what it would entail...

Quinn left the Programming Club meeting slightly annoyed. “Andrea didn't need to call a meeting for that!” she murmered.

“I agree,” Wolfgang said as he followed her out of the room.

“And I don't want to think about that poem of hers. It's quite creepy and macabre,” Quinn said, with a shudder.

“Remindes you of her house, doesn't it?” Wolfgang said.

Quinn nodded.

“She invited me over alone once when we were in middle school. That's a day I wouldn't ever forget.”

“Don't tell me!” Quinn said with hands raised.

“I wasn't going to,” Wolfgang said quietly.

“Good,” Quinn said relieved.

“We can talk about what else may be performed at the Coffee House.”

“Sure.”

At her house, Cindy was talking to one of her cousins on an instant messenger progam.

Brols_trekker: So how's your new friend?”

Cindyquil: She is settling into Lawndale well, although one of our classmates has taken umbrage to her becoming popular.

Brols_trekker: Oh?

Cindyquil: The school has set up a new Coffee House and Quinn has received a mysterious email which says that someone wants to use the Coffee House to destroy her popularity.

Brols_trekker: That's not good!

Cindyquill: It definitely isn't

At the Lane house, Daria was playing the song for Jane in the basement. She had plugged her guitar into Mystik Spiral's equipment.

Trent came down the stairs, curious about the unfamiliar song which was coming up from the basement.

Daria suddenly noticed that Trent was there and fumbled with the guitar, dropping it into a nearby pile of clothes.

“Woah!” Trent said.

“Yes, Daria is a musician,” Jane said, having neglected to tell her brother that possibly pertinent information.

“Hi,” Daria said as she blushed.

“Wow, you're really good, Daria,” Trent praised.

'He does have an effect on her,' Jane thought.

“Um, thanks,” Daria said, quietly.

Jane took Trent aside. “Could you go and get us some water?” she asked.

“Sure, Janey.”

After Trent had gone up to the ground floor, Jane said “Wow, you do have a crush on him, don't you?”

Daria grumbled and picked up her guitar. She started playing from the point where Trent had interrupted her.

'Amazing. She is definitely a lot better than all four of them combined.' Jane thought as she continued listening.

When Brittany arrived at the Coffee House with Kevin, she noticed that there were almost no seats left. “I told you we should have come earlier, Kevie,” she said.

“There are few seats left,” he said.

'He doesn't get it,' she thought “Oooh, but they are not where I wanted to sit!” Brittany said.

Kevin winced as Brittany's voice squeaked higher than usual. “Sorry, Babe!” he said. He didn't like it when she hurt his ears.

The audience applauded as Quinn stepped off the stage after reading her Ghost in the Shell review.

“Thank you, Thank you,” she said, as she gave a bow.

Sandi seethed. 'You won't be so cheerful for long, you Geekendorffer!' she thought.

“That's not how one should treat their guitar!” Daria said as the boy on stage started throwing it around, after he had caused some feedback.

“I didn't care for his song either,” Jennifer said.

“All he was saying was 'I loathe you',” Jane said.

“No, there were other lyrics...” Jennifer pointed out.

Brittany was on stage, performing a scene from Romeo and Juliet. “Oh Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?”

“I'm right here, babe!” Kevin said, also on stage, holding a skull.

Some football players cheered Kevin on.

“Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or thou will't not be but sworn, my love, and I'll no longer be a caplet!”

“Hey! Yo! I'm down here! Check it out!”

Brittany was rather annoyed. “Check it out? You promised to learn your lines, you, you clown! And what's that skull supposed to be?” She stalked off stage, giving off vibes of barely contained anger.

“The skull's cool,” Kevin said, his usual oblivious self.

'You don't get it,' Jennifer thought with a slight shake of her head.

Andrea was up on stage. “I'm here. But where are you? Sure, I see your body. Anybody home in that rotting bag of flesh?” she said as she concluded her poem.

“See? You don't want to do poetry for this crowd,” Jane said.

“You think it's too late for me to learn juggling?” Daria asked.

“Yep,” Jane said.

Mr. O'Neill walked up to the stage. “Thank you very much, Andrea. It takes a lot of courage to expose your raw emotions that way.”

As a spotlight focused on her table, Andrea put the bottle that she had been drinking behind her. She didn't want to get caught drinking at a school related event.

“And now a commentary on social relationships at Lawndale High, by Sandi Griffin.”

[probablysaneson-blog]

Missels, Handels, and Devils.

It's not easy having a mentally ill family member. My mother, Kathy, certainly has something going on, and according to my mild-mannered dad Mike, she was like this when they got married.

Here's a letter she sent recently.

Cast of Characters:

Kathy, my mother. Means well, but is batshit insane and refuses treatment / diagnosis at every turn. Lives in Edmonton, but hates it irrationally.

Kevin (Kevi), me: Me. 32 year old gay male, raised by a mentally ill mother. I live in a small rural town in Japan.

Melissa (Liss), my sister: Lives in Edmonton, but with her boyfriend Tim.

Michael (Mike), my father: Lives with my mother in Edmonton. 

Timothy (Tim), Melissa’s boyfriend of many years. Originally from Victoria, BC.

Doreen Riviera: parents’ next door neighbour. One object of my mother’s delusions.

Erica Hackett: Parents' other next next door neighbour. Another object of my mother’s delusions.

Aug 10. 2017 Dear Kevi,

So, Liss went to Victoria. Mike decided to tell me the night she came back. They do all their scheming behind my back. I don’t know nothing. They treat me like a mushroom, feed me shit, and keep me in the dark. When their together it’s like I’m not there. Asked Mike to get me a slurpee on Monday when Liss was here. I found a piece of plastic in it, that I just about choked on.

Watching the news. Listening to CNN talk about N. Korea & their missels (sic). Hope nothing happens coz “God, I’m so worried about you.”

The phones haven’t been working at all. I wanted to call you, but there wasn’t no dial tone. So, piss on Riviera & Hackett. They and a lot more in the neighbourhood have managed to hook up their scanners to our internet. So everyone in AB knows fucking everything I figure. I hate this place. Found Doreen hanging around our front door tonight. As soon as I took the garbage out she took off into her place & put her lights on. The witch. When Liss comes over and I walk her to her car to say by (sic) Doreen has her face plastered up against the glass watching & listening to Bloody well everything we say or do. The Fucking Devil. So, I have to watch everything I eat & drink. Mike acts real weird sometimes. Like follows me around & now he listens to all the music I listen to. Very strange. Makes me feel very uncomfortable. He keeps accusing me of breaking the toilet handel (sic). When he’s the one doing it. Stuff like this is going on. He made me move the bookcase and in the end it couldn’t stayed where it was (sic). He’s a real shit disturber. Know what I’m afraid of that Liss & Timothy are gonna drain Mike of all his money & he won’t have any. On Mike’s cell phone Timothy left a message “Happy Father’s Day, we thank God for all you’ve done. Get that hey devil worshipper using (God’s name). That just kills me. The deception.

This is my last piece of paper. Sorry I have so many positive things to say. Don’t mean to dump all this on you.

Please Kevi take Good care of yourself, I love you so. I know I have to get soon (sic). Take Good Care, Be Good, Love always mom XO XO

That Riviera watches me like Hawk. That Devil.

[hashtagyourshirt]

200: My crush’s name is: Liz.  199: I was born in: Camden. 198: I am really: aggressive. 197: My cellphone company is: Verizon. 196: My eye color is: blue/grey. 195: My shoe size is: 7/9. 194: My ring size is: 7. 193: My height is: 5′5″ 192: I am allergic to: trees. 191: My 1st car was: Ford Explorer ‘97. 190: My 1st job was: Royal Bargains, Dollar Store. 189: Last book you read: Love is Love. 188: My bed is: too small. 187: My pet: Willers, eventual cause of my death. 186: My best friend: works with me. 185: My favorite shampoo is: Whole Foods. 184: Xbox or ps3: N64. 183: Piggy banks are: stressful. 182: In my pockets: great Alanis Mourisette song. 181: On my calendar: new job tomorrow. 180: Marriage is: a commitment.  179: Spongebob can: be ready. 178: My mom: wants to get matching tattoos. 177: The last three songs I bought were? Sleater-Kinney 176: Last YouTube video watched: Carmilla. 175: How many cousins do you have? 56 first cousins. 174: Do you have any siblings? 1. 173: Are your parents divorced? no. 172: Are you taller than your mom? yes. 171: Do you play an instrument? guitar. 170: What did you do yesterday? went to the zoo with the school. [ I Believe In ] 169: Love at first sight: yep. 168: Luck: yep. 167: Fate: yep. 166: Yourself: eh. 165: Aliens: I hope. 164: Heaven: eh. 163: Hell: eh. 162: God: eh. 161: Horoscopes: yep. 160: Soul mates: yep. 159: Ghosts: eh. 158: Gay Marriage: yep! 157: War: no. 156: Orbs: huh? 155: Magic: in a young girl’s heart. [ This or That ] 154: Hugs or Kisses: hugs. 153: Drunk or High: drunk. 152: Phone or Online: online. 151: Red heads or Black haired: black. 150: Blondes or Brunettes: brunettes. 149: Hot or cold: cold. 148: Summer or winter: summer. 147: Autumn or Spring: autumn. 146: Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate. 145: Night or Day: day. 144: Oranges or Apples: oranges. 143: Curly or Straight hair: curly. 142: McDonalds or Burger King: ew. 141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: milk. 140: Mac or PC: Mac. 139: Flip flops or high heals: flops. 138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: sweet and poor 137: Coke or Pepsi: pepsi. 136: Hillary or Obama: gimme both. 135: Burried or cremated: cremated. 134: Singing or Dancing: singing. 133: Coach or Chanel: Chanel. 132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who? 131: Small town or Big city: big city. 130: Wal-Mart or Target: target. 129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: ew. 128: Manicure or Pedicure: EW. 127: East Coast or West Coast: EAST COAST. 126: Your Birthday or Christmas: my birthday. 125: Chocolate or Flowers: flowers. tattooed on me. 124: Disney or Six Flags: disney. 123: Yankees or Red Sox: PHILLIES. [ Here’s What I Think About ] 122: War: Boo. 121: George Bush: BOO. (also how the fuck old is this?) 120: Gay Marriage: YES. 119: The presidential election:  BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! 118: Abortion: should be safe and legal 117: MySpace: high school 116: Reality TV: terrifying 115: Parents: boo. 114: Back stabbers: why did they stab backs? 113: Ebay: supes old 112: Facebook: listens to me 111: Work: exciting now! 110: My Neighbors: new 109: Gas Prices: moderate 108: Designer Clothes: expensive 107: College: long time ago 106: Sports: fun to play, and gay 105: My family: far away (blood)  104: The future: amazing [ Last time I ] 103: Hugged someone: yesterday 102: Last time you ate: yesterday 101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: yurp (Tuesday) 100: Cried in front of someone: yeah, bit ago. 99: Went to a movie theater: uhhhhhhhh, for Wonder Woman 98: Took a vacation: ONE MONTH UNTIL PARIS 97: Swam in a pool: does a hot tub count? 96: Changed a diaper: this past weekend 95: Got my nails done: ten years ago 94: Went to a wedding: may 2017 93: Broke a bone: never 92: Got a piercing: seven years ago 91: Broke the law: NEVER 90: Texted: like five seconds ago [ MISC ] 89: Who makes you laugh the most: Lizard! 88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: being at home 87: The last movie I saw: I don’t remember 86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: Paris 85: The thing im not looking forward to: getting up 84: People call me: kevy, pronounced KEV - EEEEEEE!!!! 83: The most difficult thing to do is: not bite my fingers 82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nine years ago 81: My zodiac sign is: taurus 80: The first person i talked to today was: my wife 79: First time you had a crush: like over twenty years ago.... 78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: everyone, but specifically my wife 77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: my bff 76: Right now I am talking to: some friends, wife, some mutuals, tweeting 75: What are you going to do when you grow up: queer counselor (I’m grown!) 74: I have/will get a job: I’m a Special Education Classroom Assistant and a Queer student counselor at a gifted elementary school 73: Tomorrow: bacon, egg, and cheese breakfast 72: Today: book club 71: Next Summer: camp again? 70: Next Weekend: podcast taping (San Junipero) 69: I have these pets: Willers, he’s fucking annoying 68: The worst sound in the world: his fucking meow at 6 am 67: The person that makes me cry the most is: Lena Luthor #pathetic 66: People that make you happy: my friends, my wife 65: Last time I cried: discussing queer politics 64: My friends are: great 63: My computer is: shiny 62: My School: new 61: My Car: piece of shit 60: I lose all respect for people who: have no backbone 59: The movie I cried at was: first girl I loved 58: Your hair color is: dark brown undercut, honey brown/blond on top 57: TV shows you watch: that gay shit. 56: Favorite web site: ao3 55: Your dream vacation: world tour over six months 54: The worst pain I was ever in was: my period pain was horrid about fifteen to thirteen years ago.  It’s manageable now, but still the worst. 53: How do you like your steak cooked: bloody 52: My room is: messy 51: My favorite celebrity is: Katie McGrath, Elise Bauman, and Eliza Dushku 50: Where would you like to be: right where I am, but bigger apartment, in better shape, and with more money 49: Do you want children: nope 48: Ever been in love: yup 47: Who’s your best friend: Anne 46: More guy friends or girl friends: all gals 45: One thing that makes you feel great is: finishing something 44: One person that you wish you could see right now: my sis 43: Do you have a 5 year plan: nope 42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: nope 41: Have you pre-named your children: nope 40: Last person I got mad at: fuckhead in chief 39: I would like to move to: Canada 38: I wish I was a professional: writer [ My Favorites ] 37: Candy: sour s’getti 36: Vehicle: my bike 35: President: Obama 34: State visited: California  33: Cellphone provider: idc 32: Athlete: I was obsessed with roy halladay as a youth 31: Actor: Katie McGrath 30: Actress: Elise Bauman 29: Singer: Ani DiFranco 28: Band: Against Me! 27: Clothing store: thrift store 26: Grocery store: don’t care 25: TV show: all time: Buffy, current: Wynonna Earp 24: Movie: Fried Green Tomatoes 23: Website: ao3 22: Animal: pitbull 21: Theme park: Harry Potter world 20: Holiday: purim, my anniversary 19: Sport to watch: softball 18: Sport to play: softball 17: Magazine: teen vogue 16: Book: dc bombshells 15: Day of the week: Friday (shabbat shalom!) 14: Beach: ocean city, nj 13: Concert attended: tied between Tegan & Sara (2016) and Blink 182, Weezer, and Taking Back Sunday (2009)  12: Thing to cook: steak 11: Food: sandwich 10: Restaurant: Jerry’s 9: Radio station: I do not know her 8: Yankee candle scent: midsummer night 7: Perfume: none 6: Flower: star gazer lily 5: Color: green 4: Talk show host: Ellen 3: Comedian: currently, Rhea Butcher 2: Dog breed: pit/aussie 1: Did you answer all these truthfully? yuh

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