#like i can’t be the only one getting southside vibes

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Strangerdale: Wayne Munson Edition

(Note, these are pretty much word for word transfers of tweets between myself and @grandmastattoo, any errors have been corrected but there’s very little editing has been done other than that.)

(Important information: Wayne is in a doomed romance with Fred Andrews. It is doomed because Vecna is in love with Wayne and will ultimately kill Fred to try and get his man. Also, Wayne/Vecna/Cheryl (and maybe Megan (of killer doll fame) at some point but that’s unimportant for this post) are in one of the only group chats that exist within Strangerdale.)

Wayne is fully aware of all the strange(r) things happening around town, he sees an awful lot with the weird hours he keeps for work, but he just chooses to mind his own business until it starts affecting him or Eddie (or, as Eddie gets closer with the others, Eddie’s friends.)

Genuinely, like, Wayne was fully aware of the Gargoyle King from the very beginning, because he was driving home from a late shift one night and almost hit the geezer with his car. He would have investigated further but he wanted to make sure he was home before Eddie went to school, so he just left it.

He also is fully aware that Jughead and Eddie are half-brothers. He planned on telling them when the Riverdale gang first turned up, but then he saw how much Eddie hated Jughead and thought it was better to just leave it.

He & Fred Andrews provide most of the parental support in Strangerdale. (They also carpool together to Steve and Archie’s games and always take the boys (and Eddie ofc) for dinner at Pops no matter whether they win or lose.)

Was once part of the Southside Serpents but does not consider this information important or relevant.

Can make a mean roast dinner.

He films every school musical/play that Eddie takes part in (and is pleasantly surprised with how many that has been since the Strangerdale kids arrived) with the same eagerness as the mum from Mean Girls.

The flashback version of Wayne is played by the same actor wearing a backwards cap like that one scene in saw:

 Is close friends with Megan (the doll).

Wayne’s Halloween Costume: (credit to @grandmastattoo entirely for this)

Gotten straight out of the back of his wardrobe because he hadn’t planned on going out for Halloween. He drops a cheeky pic in the group chat and Vecna nearly combusts on the spot. Cheryl, meanwhile, is unimpressed. “God it’s just so uncreative Mr. Munson… You can’t just wear your date night outfit out for Halloween…” (while Vecna is having a nosebleed in his nightmare realm).

Fred Riverdale shows up to their little dad gathering in the same outfit because he's on a mission. Everyone wants to hook up with Wayne on Halloween, meanwhile he's trying to convince Eddie that he’s not too old for them to trick or treat together. Wayne doesn’t even realise he’s a sex-symbol around town, he’s just minding his own business being hot while everyone throws them self at him (the only reason people put up with a twenty-year-old Eddie Trick-o-Treating is because Wayne is always with him.)

Wayne & His Many Romances:

(Best summarised by this quote from known menace and character of the year, Murray B after being invited for beers with Fred, FP, Wayne and Hopper “And you all used to fuck?!”)

It’s not a question of who he did bang but a question of who he didn’t…

Also, btw, Gladys is Wayne’s sister. So I just want to take a moment to imagine the first time she brings her new boyfriend home for dinner. Wayne & FP just sit across from each together like:

Wayne & Fred (Romance of the Century):

(Their origins: kind of obsessed with how my brain went from “Fred & Wayne have the same vibes, they would be friends” to “do you think they ever explored each other’s bodies” (but, also, the answer is yes… they were the og Steddie)

Their reconciliation comes mostly after Eddie takes part in the gauntlet (see this post).

Wayne sees how much pain his boys are in and it kicks something loose in him. When Steve finally goes back inside after talking to him, Wayne forces himself up despite his aching knees, gets into his truck and drives all the way to Fred’s house. He’s not sure what he’s even planning on doing until he gets there. He just knows that he has to go. Fred answers the door in his pyjamas, his eyes still filled with sleep, but he takes one look at Wayne, who still has flecks of blood on his shirt, and lets him in. “Coffee or something stronger?” “Something stronger.” “Yeah, I figured it might be one of those nights.”

(Warning: Tragedy!) The two are tentatively considering rekindling the old flame and had just agreed to get back together. Then they get stuck in Vecna’s realm and Fred makes the sacrifice because Eddie needs Wayne more than archie needs him. Wayne is there while he dies in Archie’s arms, so much he wants/needs to say but letting them have their moment.

(Soundtrack moment: Billie Eilish - TV “And I'll be in denial for at least a little while, What about the plans we made?”(season four, episode 26: plays during the scene after Fred’s death where Wayne is going through old photos of the two of them and reminiscing about what could have been)

Vecna immediately drops a message into his and Cheryl’s group chat post-Fred Riverdale’s murderification, thanking her for the advice (get rid of anything standing in your way!) and she loses her mind while trying to explain that she DIDNT MEAN MURDER?!?

(He treats vecna-ing wayne like it's a date. Wayne's scrambling for the exits and vacna's curling a tendril around his finger like 'omg what *are* we'. There’s no horrors except the base horror of Vecna’s twisted mind, but there is a table with a two glasses of wine and some candles (their server is a demobat in a waistcoat…)

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Hey, so not to be a downer, but I usually agree with your recaps and have been feeling pretty positive about season 11 so I’m surprised I didn’t like this one. Elephant in the room first: couldn’t they have let people keep their headcanons about that monogamy conversation? My feeling when it first came up was that it was out of character for Mickey and Ian to be in favor of an open relationship mostly because they are southside violence prone and canonically possessive. The whole “I don’t wanna be friends with these guys so that means we should bang them” thing wasn’t funny at all. So it happened and I will never speak on it again. That’s whatever.

More importantly, I’m angry at the Carl story. WTF the awful catching feelings for your rapist trope? 11 x06 got it right: it was non con. There are non latex condoms first of all. Plus a condom allergy is not a free pass to hop on someone’s dick after they said they want a condom. You actually have to stop and say “hey I have this allergy so we should probably talk about this before it goes any further.” And then to have Mickey a rape victim himself be the one to say it wasn’t rape after that intense stuff with Terry just happened too was no bueno. It felt almost like the decent writing from 11 x 06 was being retconned. :-/

Noel and Cam were cute and had Ian and Mickey vibing but not enough to save the writing for me this time. 🤷‍♀️

sorry you didnt agree this time but never said you had to, always said these were my opinions only and what i thought about the episode. to me it was great - it was funny and sweet, it showed us how ian and mickey are truly each others best friend.

them occasionally hooking up with other men =/= open relationship

they had clear communication and set boundaries for it. they decided as a couple that if they wanted to hook up with other men that they would do it together. it’s not for you to say if its wrong or right. you dont have to personally like the idea of them hooking up with other men on occasion but you also cant just shit on it because u dont personally like it. this is a common thing within many relationships. just because its not your preference, doesnt mean its not okay for them to do.  

i’m not saying you have to agree or like it, i’m just saying that them hooking up with men is something they agreed to do together or not at all, they communicated, they set boundaries, and they’re ultimately happy and secure and comfortable enough in their marriage to be able to do this.

yes, they have been possessive in the past... they were also teenagers. they are both in their mid-twenties. things change.  people grow. mickey isn’t the scared teen living in the closet in fear he’s gonna die for being gay. he can be who he is 10000%, why can’t that mean getting handjobs from randos with his husband ????

just because mickey didn’t like that ian cheated on him when he was 18 or ian didnt like that mickey cheated on him when he was 18, doesn’t meant that now being 24-26 years old and married and in love and committed to each other, that they can’t have some fun on occasion. 

there’s a huge difference in my opinion when talking about s1-5 ian/mickey and talking about s11 ian/mickey. comparing the two doesn’t do it for me. they are grown ass men now and have grown up and changed a lot and like i said, mickey isn’t this scared teen living in fear. he can be out and proud now for the first time in his life.

and anyway,  the orgy/monogamy stuff isnt even what we should be taking away from this episode. what the point was is that they are best friends who dont need anyone else. they are happy with who they are. they are secure and comfortable in their marriage. and if they decide to occasionally hook up with other men then that is their prerogative.

also, we didn’t see shit. you can imagine literally anything you want but you’re upset about the idea of them maybe fucking other people. they could have just fucked each other. they could have gotten more hand jobs then left. like it’s so vague and up in the air, you could imagine whatever you want ????

i dont know, i just really don’t see the issue whatsoever. i don’t personally like it like i wouldn’t ever in my own relationship, fuck around with other people with my partner but thats my preference. im not gonna project that onto my ship when they are not the same as me at all. 

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yeah so the carl stuff - i can’t. i can’t stand his sl or his character like idk what they are even doing with him. these writers like to erase male rape, they did it with mickey, and ian, and now they are doing it with carl

sorry if i am coming across rude, its really not my intention. you are valid to feel the way you do. i just - you know i loved the episode, i said it was my favorite and you wanted to vent to me about it so im gonna state my opinion. i’m sorry if you dont agree.

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S10 Gallavich Liplocks

Too soon to rank these? I couldn’t help myself. Well, at least enjoy these amazing gifs from @whattarush

#1 The Reunion Kiss

Despite the scene being cut too soon, I love this kiss (obvi since I made it #1). I love what happens right before when Mickey busts through the window like the Kool-Aid Man (thank you, @azuresky18) with all the sexy goodness of a Southside thug who is finally free!

These dorks in love are babbling about compassionate release and tamales, all the while making heart eyes and ready to pounce on one another. I’m assuming Cam has his broken leg at this point because no way Ian Clayton Gallagher wouldn’t have tackled his man right then and there, but instead, the circumstances lend themselves to Ian beckoning Mickey over to him with their favorite foreplay-before-the-action word: C’mere.

And the kiss itself - to die for!! They literally crash into each other. Is there a physics term we can apply here? Centrifugal force? It’s the same type of full-bodied passion we witnessed with the kiss at the docks (S7), because let’s face it, when these two have been apart for too long, they can’t help but consume one another upon impact. Uh, sorry for making them sound like cannibals.

It’s been a week or so, maybe, since they were last together in prison, but they were facing months of separation, so this kiss is as much a celebration as it is reaffirming that they are still in this together. They’ve made it out of the storm and can finally breathe. Right?

Check out that grip Ian has on the back of Mickey’s neck followed by the slow, lingering cradling of his head. Damn, now that’s romance! And to top it all off, Ian’s bicep comes around to scoop Mickey up like delectable salted caramel gelato. Or would he be more like crème brûlée?

#2 The Courthouse Kiss

Speaking of breathing, Ian looks like he barely can, so he goes in for the kiss to remind himself that Mickey is his rock and that this plunge they are about to take will keep Mickey safe, superseding all his fears and insecurities.

And sweet Mickey. Oh, I never thought I’d see the day that he’d seem so relaxed, so at ease. Ian literally and figuratively takes his breath away, just like that S5 deleted scene kiss when they are in bed together. Only this kiss is out in the open, and it’s fucking beautiful. So spontaneous that it catches all of us by surprise but especially Mickey.

This scene weirdly gives me vibes from the end of S4 after Mickey comes out, and Ian falls into a deep depression. The emotions are so beautiful but overwhelming. Here, you can almost tell that Ian is standing on a precipice, high as a kite, in danger of losing his balance and tipping over.

#3 The Proposal Kiss

Also cut too short, the proposal kiss is cinematically gorgeous and so meaningful because it’s the first time both Mickey and Ian have been willing to let their guards down since what happened at the courthouse. And of course, the kiss makes my heart swell because it follows the marriage proposal from Ian that is likely to stick.

You have to watch the episode with the volume turned up loud enough to catch the sexy grunt from Ian as he lunges forward on his one good leg to capture Mickey’s lips. You know he’d move a mountain (or punch the lights out of some hipsters) so he could be back with the man he fucking loves.

I would rank this kiss higher, except I love the other two more, and this one seems to be an homage to the S4 club kiss (the greatest kiss ever), so while amazing and what we’ve waited for, falls to third place.

#4 The Mutual I Love You’s Kiss

I owe that title to @whaticameherefor because I would have named it something boring like “The Prison Kiss,” which we already had in S9. I truly love all the kisses this season, and just because this one falls to the bottom doesn’t mean I don’t have plenty to say about it.

This is a tender moment of reconciliation and forgiveness in an unforgiving environment. Um, a traditionally unforgiving environment, ahem, assuming acceptance of LGBTQ couples is not the norm in prison, except in the Shameless universe, but I digress...

While the show didn’t give us that deep, meaningful heart-to-heart many of us wanted to see at the beginning of S10, we did get realistic tension and Mickey giving Ian a piece of his mind, which he does again later on in the season and rightfully so. We get another peek at wounded, whistful S3 Ian, who also realizes its time to put up or shut up, and that more brazen Ian (thankfully) makes an appearance later on too.

This kiss is a slow burn that eventually takes spark and then Ian is tossing his shiv against the floor to fully engulf Mickey, and dammit, if they don’t look beautiful in those matching jumpsuits. For the first time ever. Tee-hee.

So......thanks for humoring me. Here’s hoping for a few more liplocks this season because yes, I am a greedy bitch!

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Misread: Dark

Summary: Kurtz/Reader; You start at Riverdale High and people get the wrong impression of you and Kurtz

You’re not surprised when your cousin Sam and your uncle are standing outside the fence. “Heyyyy Y/N. You have a good time at camp.” Sam winks and you roll your eyes stepping past the barbed wire fence of Centerville Correctional Center. “You got out early. We have time to grab breakfast before school if you want.” He smiles and you laugh nodding.

“I’d kill for a burger.” Sam holds his hands up. “You did according to the yard gossip right?” He barks laughing when you smack his shoulder. “I know, I know, it was a joke for Christ sake. We need to thank that lawyer by the way; what do you think we should give her?” You shrug. “I can think when I’ve had food.”

Sam’s decent enough not to comment on your clothes, what you had been brought in wearing; a painfully short skirt and an almost see through top. “You’ll have to change before school. Well at least grab a sweater or some shit. Pretty sure Kurtz left one in the car you can steal.” He nods to you and you tug over the half stack of pancakes he ordered. “Those are mine!” He smacks your hand and you pull one over drowning it in syrup as you push the rest of the plate over. “I think I might puke looking at that.” He snorts as you finish it, dipping the sausage into the leftover syrup. “I haven’t had anything besides prison eggs for breakfast for almost four months. I would drink that entire bottle if I wouldn’t puke from it.” Sam nods. “Come on then, school time, you’re gonna sugar crash if you have more of that shit.”

You weren’t surprised when Southside High shut down; although you were surprised both you and Sam had been transferred to Riverdale; he’d said something about the rest of the Ghoulies being in Greendale. You avoid walking with the other Southsider’s, who move from Pop’s; you avoid the buses and slip into Sam’s car. “You know he’s going to kill me right? For not telling him you’re in town.” Sam scowls as he pulls into the parking lot. You roll your eyes. “He won’t; he’ll be too distracted with me. Don’t worry. What class is he in now?” “English, you have math with me. Come on, I’m sure the teacher’s going to love you.” He smirks and you grip onto Sam’s arm. “Hey; you’ll be fine. You’ll be fine.” You nod settling next to him as the teacher isn’t in. No one moves to greet you but you tap Sam’s arm. “What?”

“Nobody here knows I got in trouble right?” He shrugs. “Most of them don’t know who you are. And really ‘trouble’ you could at least hint at the whole criminal vibe you’re oozing, you look like you rolled off a prison bus an hour ago.” He says as the teacher comes in and starts the lesson. You catch a few people looking at you, but you reason it’s either the fact you’re new or that it looks like all you’re wearing is an oversized hoodie.

“Lunch now; he usually sulks around the Serpent’s.” You nod and Sam’s hand tugs your shoulder. “He might not be to happy to see you.” You turn frowning at him. “Why?” “Because of what happened.” “I didn’t do anything!! He knows that!” You stomp your foot and Sam snorts rolling his eyes. You snarl shoving him, before he shoves you against the wall. “Try me Y/N. I dare you.” You see someone’s hand push against Sam’s shoulder and you’re confused as he lowers his arm.

“You’re new right?” The Serpent turns to you smiling. “Yes. Sorry about Sam, my cousin has a bit of a short temper; he hasn’t given you any trouble?” You ask. “No Kurtz is more trouble.”  He laughs half shrugging. “How?” You tilt your head and Sam smirks. “He tried to kill me. I’m Fangs, pleasure.” You nod side stepping Sam and Fangs. “Would you like a proper apology?” You ask Fangs as he walks with you and Sam towards where ever he eats lunch. You’ve already spotted Kurtz in the student lounge.

“I don’t get why you’re so uptight about the stupid rules, you’re not even the official leader you still have to-“ Kurtz trails off and you know he’s spotted you. “I heard you tried to kill him. What happened?” “No it wasn’t like that we were-“ “What happened?” Kurtz swallows you look unimpressed as he stays quiet. “I dropped him from the second floor.” “Did you apologize, at the least?” “No I-“ You arch an eyebrow and he swallows cringing. “I’m sorry Fangs.” “That’s not a proper one.” You arch your eyebrow again and he scowls, sighing as he stands, you whack at the back of his knee and he kneels after he stumbles, glaring at you as you nod to Fangs.

“Please forgive me. I’m sorry for trying to kill you.” Fangs nods as Kurtz stands, his hand brushing against yours. “I missed you.” He says and you roll your eyes as he pulls you into a hug, face against your neck. “I missed you too.” He sighs against you nodding, and you look expectantly at him. “Well who’re these Serpent’s you’ve cozied up with; I can’t just name them based on how they look like you used to.” You smirk as they narrow their eyes at Kurtz. “Ooh look it’s neck boy; you’re right he is tall enough to climb like a tree. Not bad looking either, you didn’t tell me they looked like a boy band.” “Sweet Pea.” He holds his hand out and you smile.

“Y/N, pleasure.” You name each of the serpents, they seem to take their nicknames in stride and welcome you into their group as Kurtz had been. You meet Jughead’s friends Archie and Veronica and his girlfriend Betty; as well as Josie and Kevin. You sit draped half on the chair half over Kurtz, his hand running through your hair. They watch you oddly and you assume it’s based on the fact you’re a ghoul. Kurtz smirks seeming to enjoy there discomfort and you wait for an explantation that doesn’t come. You notice his hands linger on you more when someone’s watching. You joke about him being a voyeur and Jughead visibly gags. You can’t help but laugh joining Kurtz in whatever odd game he’s playing with the Serpents. Your favourite is when Betty caught you kissing him and tripped over the trashcan when she tried to leave. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen her look so disgusted and it makes you dissolve into a fit of giggles every time you picture it.

“Y/N Walters.” You raise your hand, you can tell someone is watching you but you ignore it. “They’re siblings, I swear. I think Y/N took the fall or got transferred out or something to do with jail, but they’re siblings.” Betty hisses as you walk by. You try your best to keep a straight face, but you text Kurtz to let him know what his friends seem to think. He meets you outside, sliding into the back of Sam’s car with you. Sam glares fixing the mirror so you know he can see both of you. “You’ll have to tell them.”

“But it’ll be funny to watch them guess. I bet it’ll take a week.” “I’m still surprised they haven’t caught on, you think the rings would be a dead giveaway. I really think there’s only so many times they can catch us making out before it boils over.” “Well to be fair they’ve seen me wear mine for months without mentioning you.” “Ooh what about necklaces?” “No that’s too hard they’re Serpent’s remember, dumb as a sack of bricks.” Kurtz laughs. “Yeah they gotta be dumbasses to let you in.” You grin when he smacks your shoulder. “That’s it, no welcome home meal.” You laugh more. “And you knew I was coming today?” “Well you’re not going to be now.” “Will you two shut up about-“ Sam glares from the front seat. “You know what they say about people who get out of prison right Sam?” “I swear if you-“

“They’re incredibly sexually frustrated.” You have tears in your eyes at the disgust on Sam’s face. “She’s my cousin Kurtz, I don’t want to hear anything involving my cousin again.” “You do know she’s my wife right so we’ve-“ “Shut it!” Sam slams the breaks on and Kurtz gets shoved into the back of the front seat grumbling. “Fine, Y/N’s a god damn virgin, you happy?”

You’re not trying to hide it but still the panic that shoots through you when you hear some clear their throat is unavoidable. You know you weren’t being discreet, curled on Kurtz lap in the student lounge tongue in his mouth was about as public as you could get besides going at in the middle of class, which was something you had shot down when he suggested it. You shiver slightly watching as Jughead glares at the two of you. Kurtz nudges you behind him and you peer from around his shoulder, his arm snaking around your waist. “What Jones?”

“You two are related.” He states nodding and you can see the rest of the Serpents and his other friends gathering around. You roll your eyes. “We really taking advice from Mr. I’m dating my half sister?” Jughead narrows his eyes. “Charles shares one of our parents and-“ “He’s your sibling, so you’re dating your half-sibling. Not to mention didn’t your parents fuck when your dad was off being a serial killer?” You comment and both him and Betty glare. “We’re not actually siblings, unlike you two.” You assure them. “You two are brother and sister! You have the same last name, and you call your dad, well dad! The same dad!!”

“Kurtz do you want to tell them? I think they’d get a kick outta you saying it.” “Say what?” Jughead eyes Kurtz warily. “When I say dad, I mean my father in law.” “We’re not siblings, we’re married. You idiots” You chime in and everyone stares, as you hold up your ring, waving it slightly. The Serpent’s stare; turning to Kurtz. “You’re married!??!” “Yes? Why do you guys think I never dated anyone..” “You’re psycho! No one would want- Why? How would you even-“ “You go down to the court and sign the certificate? We both had parental permission; totally legal. Also I love her, it’s not that hard to think or do.” He shrugs at them and you loop your arm in his. “Why is that so surprising?” He asks and Jughead shrugs. Sweet Pea speaks up.

“Just never thought you’d find someone so well normal.” “Oh they don’t know; Sam was right.” “Right?” “I spent my summer in the Centerville Corrections Center. Wrong place, wrong time and all that.” you smile at them and they hesitate. “Why was it the wrong place at the wrong time.” One of them asks. You turn to Kurtz and he shrugs. “Your call.”

“I used to be a runner, not track, I got caught up on a pretty big job near Greendale, didn’t make it out at the right time is all.” “So you went to jail?” Jughead states and you nod. “Basically. I mean they let me out pretty quick, just gave me tons of community service. Which I still have to do, so that’s how I’m spending my summers.” “Y/N; you can’t just tell them that. The full story.” You glare rolling your eyes. “I was in the wrong place and the wrong time, with a knife; and one of the other runners got stabbed at the same time, it was a really weird coincidence.” “Oh my god?” “Yeah I get it I stabbed someone and-“ “You married Kurtz, like you actually chose to marry him? Him of all people.” “You’re insulting me in front of my wife after she just admitted she stabbed someone? Jesus the Serpent are dumb as fuck.”

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🥺 for each of you current vibing with oc?

Aurora — oh god I seriously can’t choose like I love absolutely everything about her she’s so precious but okay one thing I really love is how completely unapologetic she is about her feelings!  She doesn’t apologize for getting mad if someone treats her badly, she’s willing to say “I can’t forgive you yet”, like... she struggles a lot with her mental health but she knows that her feelings are valid and she won’t let anyone else make her feel bad for having emotions

Bianca — I love how easily Bianca gets along with people!  She’s super friendly and just genuinely likes being around people and makes friends quickly and it’s really fun for me!

Stevie — I love how much Stevie wants to take care of the people around her!  She ends up getting her own apartment in Riverdale, not because of her own issues with her parents (which are a lot, it’s a very emotionally abusive environment) but because she wants Betty and Polly to have a safe place away from them, and over the course of her story she just keeps giving keys to like every teen in Riverdale because god she was so lucky to have people who were there for her (Sasha, Becca, Keegan, Kevin, and later the other teens in Riverdale) that she just looks at these kids who are barely a year younger than her and she wants to give them that too!  Even when she moves back to school, she keeps paying for the apartment just so that they have somewhere that they can go if they need it!  

Cassia — I love how hard Cassia fights to protect the people she loves!  For a girl who spent most of her life thinking her only family was an abusive shithead, she ends up with honestly the best (and biggest) found family you could imagine and there’s nothing that she wouldn’t do to protect them! 

Verona — I love how smart she is!  She’s not just academically inclined (though like, she is) but she’s really good at reading people and has life-smarts not just book smarts!  She knows when to fight and when to surrender and she always has a plan up her sleeve

Nikki — I... I can’t even narrow it down to just one thing, Nikki is everything to me!  But I think that maybe my favourite thing is that Nikki just wants to love people!  She fights because she has people to protect, she’s nice even when her own life is falling apart because she doesn’t want other people to suffer, and even when she wants to just curl up in bed forever, she always gets back up because she’s absolutely determined to leave the world better than she found it

Sophie — I really love that, even though she doesn’t see it (and granted she also ruins lives without hesitation), Sophie has the biggest heart!  She cares so much about everyone around her and is always tyring to make everyone happy!

Ilsa — I love the way that Ilsa just loves to do things because they make the people around her happy!  Like she got into reading and writing because Rory wanted to talk about the books she was reading, her love of movies came from watching movies with Lorelai all the time, she’s actually pretty outdoorsy (especially hiking, but generally she likes doing things outside) because of Luke, she gets into just driving around because that’s what Jess likes to do... quality time is very much her love language but she also discovers a lot of her passions that way!

Kris — I love that Kris tries to give people a chance!  She might not give many second chances (and never third chances), but aside from a few extreme exceptions, she tries to give people the benefit of the doubt!  Despite all the stories she hears about the Southside, she gives every Serpent a chance (and doesn’t blame the rest of them for the Toni shit), she gives Veronica a chance despite her reputation, like, she tries really hard not to let rumours cloud her own judgement of people!

Arianne — I love how much Ari grows over the seasons!  She starts off as sort of this vapid bitch with no real personality but grows into this fiercely loving, highly protective badass who would do anything for the people she loves, and I’m always proud of her for it!

Stacey — I love how much Stacey loves her brothers!  After everything she’s been through, it would be so easy to just completely shut them out, but she doesn’t!  She might not tell them everything, but she makes a deliberate effort to spend time with them and to get to know them again, and it just makes my heart happy!

Paige — I love how happy she is!  Like don’t get me wrong, she has some angst in her life, but she’s just like bright and happy and living in the moment which is really different from almost any of my other ocs

Allie — I love that Allie tries to trust people!  It’s not always easy for her, especially when it comes to adults, but she’s determined not to let her parents ruin everything for her so she tries!  It’s slow going, and sometimes it never really happens (eg she never really trusts Lorelai after her fight with Luke about Jess), but she works really hard to ignore the voice that tells her that every adult is going to screw her over like her parents did

Holland — I love that Holland always wants to learn more!  She’s endlessly curious and wants to know everything about everything, all the time!  And she especially loves to listen to people talk about the things they’re passionate about!

Kirsty — oh my god literally everything god I love her!  But one of my favourite things is how unapologetic she is about her feelings!  Even when people (cough lorelai, christopher, and her grandparents) get mad at her for them, she refuses to apologize for calling people out for hurting her, or anyone around her.  She may struggle to express her emotions, but she’s not going to apologize for having them

Ivy — I love how resilient she is!  She doesn’t always see it in herself but the tragedy of Ivy Knight is that she’s always the one who survives, and she always has to find a way to get up and keep going even as her world is falling apart!  

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[diazpoems]

Me watching Riverdale S2:

THE WAY KEVIN IS RAISING HIS HAND TO THE MOTHERFUCKING SKY WHEN HIRAM ASKS FOR A VOLUNTEER FOR A WRESTLING DEMONSTRATION. THIS THIRSTY MOTHERFUCKER. HIS FACE IS PRICELESS.

I wish I could just jump into Riverdale and shake the characters and be like

Cheryl: Your parents fucking suck

Josie: Your parents fucking suck

Veronica: Your parents fucking suck

Betty: Your parents fucking suck

Archie: Your dads okay so far, I don’t know about your mom

Jughead: Your dad used to fucking suck but as a person, at his core, I don’t think he’s evil, and he’s getting better, but he’s got a ways to learn. I don’t know about your mom

Kevin: Your dad’s decent so far? Don’t know about your mom

Like especially Josie because I know it’s hard and that a lot of the trauma her mom felt probably manifested itself badly and Josie probably feels attached to her mom and like she owes her being a good daughter because her mom’s had it bad but like I also DON’T CARE. FUCKING TREAT YOUR CHILD RIGHT. I DON’T GIVE A SHIT WHAT HAPPENED. THATS YOUR CHILD. WOMAN UP AND BE A FUCKING DECENT PERSON. I DON’T CARE THAT YOU PUT A ROOF OVER HER HEAD, FOOD IN HER MOUTH, GAVE HER A SINGING CAREER (But continue to control it and not give her leeway to think and act on her own). SHE DON’T OWE YOU SHIT. FUCK OFF WITH YOUR WEIRD LIFE-FUCKING-SUCKED-FOR-ME-BUT-IM-ALSO-A-CLASSIST-BITCH PARADOX. MY DAD’S GOT IT MADE RIGHT NOW BUT HE HASN’T FORGOTTEN HIS ROOTS, HASN’T FORGOTTEN THE DISCRIMINATION HE FACED AND THE FACT THAT HE GREW UP SHIT POOR EARLY ON AND HE HASN’T DECIDED “Hey, let’s ridicule people for being in a similar position that I was in!”

Basically, this is me begging for for Josie’s mom to ✨fucking do better✨

Anyways yeah normalize Riverdale characters disowning their own parents ✌🏽🥰

Hmmm. If I wasn’t completely and utterly for the Serpents before, the white serpents learning to shut the fuck up and stand with Toni and her grandfather in opposition of the genocide and colonialism that was perpetrated by Cheryl’s great great grandfather? Hell fucking yeah

Dude I’m sorta crying at the scene with Hiram seeing Veronica in her confirmation dress because he’s a piece of shit but this is how it goes down, like it’s a whole thing

I love that I immediately knew the meaning of “Catholic chic”. Apparently that’s all going to church every Sunday for the formative years of my life accomplished

I hope Penelope Blossom dies in a fire :)

OH MY GOD, LOVE SIMON CAME OUT RIGHT AROUND HERE, KEVIN IS ASKING MOOSE TO IT, MY COMFORT MOVIE OH MY GOD-

Ugh, I don’t trust Midge. Something about the tropey-ness of her being The Girlfriend™️ and her face, as well as the fact that she played Gen in tatbilb, something doesn’t sit right. The haircut feels too manic pixie, like she’s hiding something. Bad vibes

NOOO CHERYL ILL GO ON A VACATION WITH YOU 😭 GOD IM SO GONE FOR HER

Aaaaand she did some fuck shit. Aaaand Toni is pretty. Aaaand there’s the internalized homophobia.

Jughead saying that growing up Betty’s and Archie’s windows being parallel always bothered him sounds more like a jarchie admission than a bughead one, I’m just sayin’

BETTY AND JUGHEAD’S REACTIONS WHEN THEY HEAR THE BED SQUEAKING IS ME. Like the little amused but lowkey confused and baffled expression on his face as he’s like “is that their solution to everything? Can’t they ever just talk?” Like no apparently not. Me too Jug, me too-

Idk Vee, maybe he’s asking questions about your father’s line of work and the business of his associates because your dad and mom are fucking evil

What the fuck Veronica. I mean yay because that just gets us closer to Jarchie kiss but like what the fuck Vee. Also Jughead is super cute, like why does the blue eyes black hair thing absolutely melt my weak heart, like I didn’t choose to fall for this pasty ass white boy but here we are. Also Veronica’s eyes are really big and dark and pretty like girl help im falling for these two-

BETTY LITERALLY POINTED IT OUT, C’MON NOW CW, I KNOW WE’VE MADE THE MISTAKE OF GROVELING WITH SPN BUT PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU WE NEED A JARCHIE KISS-

CAN HETEROSEXUALS PLEASE STOP FUCKING ALL THE TIME ON TV. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SHOVE YOUR STRAIGHTNESS IN MY FACE. NOT EVERYONE IS STRAIGHT YOU KNOW.

“Entertain Jughead” 😏

DUDE. They were sitting ALONE. TOGETHER. In the WOODS. With them being the ONLY ones who haven’t kissed. DUDE.

C’MON MAN, THEY’RE STARING FUCKING LONGINGLY AT EACH OTHER

If there are weird gay ships for straights then Jeronica is the weird straight ship for gays

Ok so is there a legitimate reason why Veronica is faithful to her parents and defends them to a tee and partakes in their mob shit or is she just daddy’s little fucking girl. Like it isn’t her fault that she’s been manipulated but it pisses me the fuck off. And people who want her to stay with her parents because supposedly they’re the only ones who love her even though it’s toxic and warped? Like do you have a brain?

Archie and Veronica really love supporting gentrification, classism, and Vee’s rich daddy and mommy’s innocence huh

Look i actually agree with Reggie for once, get Hiram’s ass, deal with it Veronica

Wow, nice, shaming Jug for eating. That’s cool, Arch. That’s awesome. And no Betty, she doesn’t have everybody’s vote. Because Veronica’s parents are motherfuckers and when it comes to choosing between a murderer/abuser/rich/classist/gentrifying fuck and supporting your bestie uwu guess which one im fucking picking. Also, THANK YOU JUG for explaining to your friend that even though he lives in a fantasy land where northside Riverdale is the only one worth referring to when talking about Riverdale at all and thus the only one that matters and is worth protecting, the southside exists and people live and have grown up in the southside and building a prison there where it will be even more easy to profile and incarcerate southside residents under false or exaggerated pretenses ISN’T A GOOD THING. That his own friend isn’t quite apart of his and Veronica’s and Betty’s socioeconomic caste and that he’s not going to pretend like he is, he isn’t going to be quiet about it just because you’re friends again. That he’s not going to lay down and let Archie explain what a good move for Riverdale is when he clearly means northside riverdale, let him explain how the southside needs to be dealt with to someone who grew up on the southside and knows it more (not the most, I’m not saying Jug isn’t out of his depth with certain aspects of being a full southsider) intricately than him. LIKE FUCK. ARCHIE. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO. Like he just doesn’t get why building prisons and stereotyping and condemning all southsiders and gentrifying entire neighborhoods is really fucking bad and a big deal and it annoys me so much. Like yeah Arch, obviously you don’t see the big deal because it doesn’t affect you and you delude yourself that it doesn’t affect your friend either, but it actually is that bad.

In conclusion, Archie and Veronica and sometimes Betty are giving me headaches rn. Like I’m not saying Jughead is perfect at all but in this particular instance he’s the only one I agree with for the most part right now.

Yeah Arch, you see things differently because you’re not the one who’s on the receiving end of the problem

YES MOMMA ANDREWS. SNAP! GO FERAL! SHOW THAT SOB SOME CONSEQUENCES!

Ah, so this is the jarchie “break-up” scene. You know what. I feel no heartbreak. Get his ass Jug.

Get. His. Ass.

They sent Cheryl to a conversion institution. I’m literally crying. This isn’t an exaggeration. I feel like I want to cry. Just. God fucking damn it.

SHE DOESN’T WANT TO GET BETTER. SHE’S NOT SICK. YOU ARE. DIE. FUCKING DIE. BURN IN HELL. AND PENELOPE BLOSSOM TOO.

“That’s not how things go in Riverdale” is a veiled way of saying “don’t challenge the upper class and don’t try to stifle gentrification,” I hope you all know

[melo-yello]

Zero (Sweet Pea x POC Reader)

Pairing: Sweet Pea x POC Reader

Warning(s): fluff, self image struggles, cursing, a lot of goofy ass nicknames

Summary: Reader is a River Vixen flunking Trig and a certain Southside Serpent so happens to acing that class.

A/N: Season 2 is my fav. Even tho 1 has a better plot. This takes place right after the transfer when tensions were still high. I was feelincrumby about sucking @ Cal 2 so I wrote this. I'm a big fan of the tutoring in secret thing. But this time Pea's the tutor. This is just part 1 I'll be updating soon.

The swish of stapled papers across desks echoes around the silent Advanced Trig classroom as Mr.Larings comes down your row. He offers disappointed huffs and sighs to each student he passes. Simple affirmation the class has seen better days.

“I warned you guys this test was a real doozy.” He says doing his best to lighten the sober room.  He really didn't have the whole ‘I love to fail kids’ math teacher vibe.

Mr.Larings is a stickler for the rules, but he's also the kind of teacher to hand out cookies when the class has a B average.

You flinch back as you lay eyes on the paper in front of you.  The bright fluorescent lighting illuminates the red ink sparkling like stars that your sad excuse for a test.   

“I expect more from a River Vixen, Ms.L/n.” Mr.Larings says shaking his head.

He turns to  the dark haired guy in the desk across from you. The large broad shouldered boy has a harsh half sleep look on his face.

“Good work.” Mr.Larings hums handing him a paper with a near perfect score written in green.  

He sits up and just nods folding his paper in half as the math teacher heads to the front of the class.

Your mouth falls wide open as you stare in awe. This Southside Serpent has been taking this class less than two weeks nearing the end of the 2nd term and he just aced the hardest test you've had all year. And he sleeps half the time.  

Holy shit I might be dumber than I thought.

“If you're wondering how to breathe you exhale next, Pep Squad.” The dark eyed gangster sneers at you as the bell rings.

You let your embarrassment fade into irritation as you gather you bag with a huff and head for the door.

“Ms.L/n. A word?” The middle aged man sighs motioning you toward his desk just as you make it to door. The southsider steps around gasping with a childish grin on his face as he steps into the hallway.

“Mr.Larings I've got vixen practice and Cheryl will kill me if I'm late ag-”  You swallow the rest of your sentence when he gives a stern look over his glasses.

“I suggest look into a tutor. If you fail this next test I'll be forced to recommend you are suspended from the squad.” He says regretfully shrugging his shoulders.

“Bububbbbuubuubut?” You mutter as the horror of losing your spot on the Vixens really sinks in as he ushers you out the classroom door.

Sure this math class has been kicking your ass but it couldn't have been that bad.

Could it?

You've never flunked a class in your life let alone get kicked off the squad for it. You'd be a total laughing stalk of Riverdale High.

God, my parents will kill me if they ever find out.  

…

You rub the soreness from the back of your neck as you walk out the locker room trying to burns holes through the tile with your e/c irises. The next test is in a few weeks and you need a tutor if you are going to come anywhere near passing.

Who could do it?

Cheryl's a math whiz, but she runs the squad.

I'd never hear the end of it.

Ronnie and Betty are out.

On the squad too.

Archie's no good unless it's music or punching and tells Ronnie everything.

Jug's more of English ner-

You collide with what has to be no less than a brick wall. Either that or a small freight train. You determine this by landing firmly on your already sore butt with an 'umph’. A quiet snicker from above disproves both hypotheses.

“Watch Where The F-” You pause as you lay eyes on the closet math geek himself offering a hand with a peeved expression settling on to his face.

“You ran into me, Sis-boom-bah!” He groans impatiently.

Every nasty rumor about the Southside plays though your head as you swallow your insult.

How they're the ones going around pulling knives on people.  

Or how they're the ones selling and making the drugs.

Or how they're the ones that bring all the crime to this side of town.

Or how they're the ones that teach their kids to rob you blind before they're out of diapers.

Ok that last one is just ridiculous.  

Not that you really believed that stuff,but it just kinda came to mind.

Small town gossips just tends to linger.

Like all of sudden you needed more of a reason to be wary of 6’4” guy drenched in sweat in a dimly lit hallway.

And now it's written all over your face.

“Hold your applause a Southside Serpent is gonna help you up, and you can bet your short short covered ass I've got better things to do than have you stare at me like I'm gonna kill you.” He huffs stretching his arm a little further.

“Like I'm scared of you, Jockstrap!” You scoff scrunching up your face as you take his hand as he pulls you to your feet with little to no effort. Like you weighed nothing.

His hands are surprisingly warm and soft but have the slightest worked in roughness.

You reluctantly snatch your hand back in order to save your dwindling pride.

“Could've fooled me, Spirit Fingers.” He deadpans drily waving his hands as he rolls his dark eyes and steps around you to make his way down the corridor.

“In your dreams, Corleone-wannabe.” You snort heading in the opposite direction.

You could have sworn you heard the faintest laughter from the intimidating teen as you head to the parking lot.

…

The full coverage concealer is put to the test of a lifetime as it attempts to hide the heavy bags left under your eyes left from the all nighter you pulled to take on your Trig homework. And you still barely finished problem 1.

Your usual preppy look is replaced with a loose NASA tee and some comfy bleached out ripped jeans and your favorite f/c sneakers. Your messy curls are up in two loose puffs and your ears are sporting some wacky dangly planet earrings.

You snatch the circle lensed shades from your dashboard as you stumble out of your truck. forgetting there's a step between the door and the ground. You fall forward into the parking lot pavement only for a strong warm hand to catch your wrist just before impact.  

“Jesus, Poms Poms, it's a little early for a death drop face first isn't?” Your brave Serpent rescuer snarks sounding a little out of breath.

Did he run over here?

“Yea well, it's a little early for witty banter too, Harley Davidson.” You huff twirling to face your knight in checkered flannel.

“Nice to see you're ungrateful all times of day, Teen Spirit.” He hums arms crossed with a slight grin on his face.

“You know I have an actual name, Black Parade. It's Y/n L/n.” You smirk mirroring him. A playfulness creeping behind your eyes.

“Well Y/n, I think you forgot to say ‘Thanks Sweet Pea for not letting me faceplant on the pavement’.” He smiles gesturing for you to speak. You snort as you make no effort to stifle laughter that bubbles up as you hear what supposed to be his name.

“Come on, Fight Club, Seriously is that the best you come up with?!? That's just ridiculous, Sweet Pea!?!? What's it really?!?” You manage to sputter between laughs wiping a tear from your eye.

His warm smile falls. He stiffens and fixes you with a bone chilling glare as he squares his shoulders. You back into your truck door as your laughs turn into coughs.  You can feel a burning heat crawls across your brown cheeks.

“I meant uh thanks, Sweet Pea.” You smile forcing yourself to stand straight and look him in the eyes.  

“There you go again looking at me like I'm gonna bite your head off.” He sighs rolling his eyes as he walks toward the front doors.

“Gimme a break, between inverses and memorizing the unit circle I barely got an hour of sleep last night. I really need a tutor.” You say sprinting a little to catch up with his long strides. He could easily out pace you, but he slows to match your steps.

“Are you asking me to tutor you? Also we're on Pythagorean identities.” He corrects giving you a concerned but amused look as he swings open the door.

Your eyes widen as you realize what you said.

You have just given a serpent all he would need to screw you over. Not to mention he doesn't particularly like you.

Oh my God, Nevermind I'm definitely dumber than I thought.  Who casually tells a hot stranger that they’re flunking math.

You facepalm.

Wait 'hot stranger’?

“No no no I just...I was uh a ...just umm-” You swallow your muddled explanation as you spot Veronica and Betty walking down the hall in your direction. You latch onto Sweet Pea's toned arm and manage to drag him into a side hallway out of sight. You make sure to hide yourself behind his broad frame just in case.

“L/n you're batshit. You know that?” He laughs watching you spazz out.

You place both hands on your hips and fix him with your iciest glare yet. You find yourself staring straight at his chest. You shift your gaze to his eyes without a crack in his resolve.

“Get this straight, Beanstalk. I need your help, but can't tell another living soul what you're helping me with! It would end me! Not any of your friends. Not any of mine. Not the team. Not the squad. No One At All.” You hiss.

“You know, Bring It On, even though it's ‘super sexy’ being dragged off into secluded parts of the school with you against my will you're not in the position to be making demands. I haven't even agreed to tutor you let alone named my price. Just so you know outting some demanding northsider brat about failing math isn't even a page in my burn book.” He smirks down at you as your hot air goes cold and your confidence crumbles.

“Sweet Pea... will you tutor me?” You whisper staring at your sneakers and kicking at the tile.   

“Didn't quite catch that.” He says straight faced leaning in with a hand cupped around his ear inches away from you.

“Just tutor me...please... I can't flunk this class . I'll do anything.” You huff wrinkling your face in defeat and disgust at being reduced to begging.

He backs away smiling with from ear to ear as he walks to the corner of the small breezeway.

“I've got a free period at 3rd block. I could look at what I'm working with at the back of the library. And after I access the damage then I'll let you know what my precious time is worth.” Sweet Pea shrugs dragging a hand across the nape of his neck and drawing your attention to dull ink on the right side of it. The black snake catches your attention for the very first time. Your teeth easily find your bottom lip and pull themselves across.

“Yea yea that works for me.” You say as you brush pass him shaking any kind attraction from your thoughts and sashaying out into the hallway.

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Can’t Wait (Pt. 2)

Requested: [Y]/N - “Can I get a FP Jones imagine ... and if you want add a part where they’re both raising their kid? Please” + 6 requests for Part 2.

Summary: She’s been pregnant, her boyfriend has been in prison, her family was on the outs, what was she supposed to do? Have her baby and make the family she wants to be in, that’s what.

Pairings: FP Jones x Andrews!Reader

Words: 2751

Warnings: Swearing, pregnancy (ADULT PREGNANCY. NONE OF YOU TEENAGE HOOLIGANS), I feel like children aren’t a warning but warning there’s a kid in this one (and I think she’s fucking cute)

A/N: This took so much longer than I thought it would, again. And of course, it wound up being a lot longer than I originally intended. And, super lowkey, if anyone wants, I’d be interested in writing a blurb or two with the kid being a teenager or something, but y’all gotta show interest (sorry, not sorry)

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale (CW) or any of its characters.

Part 1 => Part 2

“Well,” Y/N looked down and rubbed the small bump of her protruding stomach, “looks like daddy is coming home. I know he’s just gonna flip when he hears the news. But it’s okay, baby girl, he’s not going anywhere, soon we’ll all be together and I can’t wait.”

***

Jughead and Betty were working on the bar being set up for FP’s retirement party. Y/N doubted with her whole heart that he was giving this up. The serpents? They were his family, his legacy.

Y/N was sat in her trailer, not really wanting to get up and do anything. It was the first time she’d really been on her own. When there was no brother running around for her to keep her eye on and no dad to worry about, she found she really had a lot of free time.

Free time gave her a lot of time to think.

She was pregnant with FP’s kid, yes. But she hadn’t really thought past that. As of last night, he was going to be in jail, for a while to say the least. But now he was coming home.

Where was home exactly?

Originally it had been her dad’s house, with her brother and her dad and Vegas. Then it was FP’s trailer with him on the occasions she was able to sneak away for hours at a time so she could just lie around with him. Now it appeared to be her practically empty trailer with her unborn daughter.

How was she supposed to split a kid between three different homes?

Well, two now I guess… she thought back to how her dad hadn’t fought her once on moving out. How he hadn’t even been home when she was packing all of her stuff.

Regardless, she didn’t think about the living situation.

It’s why she’d gotten her own trailer, it wasn’t fair to just assume that once her dad kicked her out that she could just immediately move in where she felt at home.

Jughead still lived in his dad’s trailer, and as far as Y/N knew he was going to continue to do so, even with FP coming back.

I can’t just expect him to move in here either, that’s his trailer originally.

Having all these thoughts attack her reminded her why she never let herself have free time before.

She called Toni.

“What’s up girl?”

“I need help decorating my place…” Y/N whined.

Toni laughed, “Alright, I’ll be over soon and we can do some stuff.”

“My Savior.”

Y/N loved Toni like the little sister she never had. The pink haired girl was the first person Y/N told about her love affair with FP last year.

***

“C’mon, Y/N, you’re here all the time. You have to be coming here for someone.”

“How do you know I’m not here for you?” Y/N smirked and winked.

Toni laughed, “Well for one, I’m underage and I know that isn’t your type.”

The two laughed. There was an eight year age difference between you and your brother’s age group, but Y/N always felt like Toni was mature enough to handle being actual friends with a 24-year-old.

“But seriously- you come in for one beer, wait like ten minutes, then disappear into the back…” Toni trailed off, but you didn’t dare fill in those blanks for her.

It wasn’t illegal by any means, but both Y/N and FP had understood how wrong the relationship would look in the eyes of the public. A 48-year-old man and a girl half his age, not exactly front page news, but in a small town like Riverdale they might as well be mass murders.

“What’s your point, Topaz?”

“I’m just trying to say if you’re...I don’t know, hooking up with someone, maybe you shed a little light on the scenario for you’re good friend Toni Topaz.”

Just as she finished speaking, you saw FP descend the stairs, scanning the room, and wander into the back. But not before making eye contact with you first and nodding his head to follow him.

“Maybe someday, Topaz,” She rose from her bar stool and handed her empty beer glass to her friend with a smirk, “but not today..”

She followed FP to the backroom where they had originally found the shred of privacy that began their relationship.

Toni didn’t find out that night but she did find out a few weeks later when Y/N was panicking about it all.

She’d come directly as Toni’s shift started, knowing FP wouldn’t be there for at least a couple hours.

“Hey, Y/N, I never see you here this early.”

“Yeah, well, I’m in the mood to drink and possibly ‘shed a little light’?” She mocked her friend’s comment from before.

Toni threw the rag down on the bar, served the girl a beer and positioned herself to listen.

Y/N went into detail about how she had known this guy basically her entire life, he always took care of her, and never questioned why she got into the shit she got into.

“It’s like growing up with the person who does everything for you and when you grow up you just kind of...idolize them, unintentionally.” She explained. “Idolize is the wrong word- no, I guess it’s not. I saw him as this super-person who just knew everything I needed and took care of it without hesitation.”

“Sounds like a keeper. Why haven’t I met him?”

Y/N scratched the back of her neck and dodged the question.

“The problem is, now that we’re together...we’re not really together.”

“I….don't get it. Like friends with benefits?”

“Kinda, but with more feelings. It’s more like we’re in a whole relationship, we just weren’t meant to be together so we can’t actually have the whole shebang.”

“Shebang?”

“I stand by what I said.” Y/N took a sip of her beer.

“Okay, so you’re together- but it’s like a forbidden romance sort of thing so while you’re together you can never truly be fully together.”

“Yeah.”

“Shit, Y/N/N. Can I ask who it is?” She hesitated, now getting the full sense of the relationship’s vibe.

Y/N pounded down the rest of her beer and passed the glass back to Toni.

“It’s FP,” She muttered.

Toni dropped that glass, shattered it.

***

Y/N was web browsing baby furniture while waiting for Toni.

Maybe it wouldn’t be all bad like she thought. Maybe there’d be some good times.

No. There will be some good times, she asserted.

She’s having a baby, regardless of her relationship with FP, she’s still having his baby. And having a baby brings so many good things, that she’s only mildly panicking about the bad ones.

Before she can go into a full on panic that her baby has the mild chance of being born with some incurable disease, there’s a knock on her door.

“Alright, so I know it’s kind of old fashioned but what if we just went to a baby store in Greendale or something and looked around,” Toni suggested as she walked through the door.

Y/N let out a watery laugh, screw pregnancy hormones.

Toni noticed and saw the tears forming in her friend’s eyes, “Or not, we can online shop from the comfort of your trailer too.”

Y/N laughed again before sniffling, “No, we should go to some baby store, I like that idea.”

“Then why are you crying?” Toni tried to joke.

“Because I was sending myself into a panic and then you showed up and saved me and I’m just remembering how often you do that for me. I appreciate you so much,” Tears were freely flowing down her face now and Toni walked over to hug her.

“Okay, I appreciate you too, hon. Now let’s get to baby shoppin’.”

***

The whole day was eaten up by Y/N and Toni just window shopping through the baby sections of so many different stores they lost count.

“We should probably head back soon, the party at the Wyrm…”

“Oh shit! FP!” Y/N made a mad dash for the car, Toni chasing after her.

“What? That’s where we’re going, right?”

“Yeah, but when we were talking on the phone he said he’d come to my trailer as soon as he got to the Southside, and it’s not like I could’ve texted him that I was going out baby shopping with you, so…” Y/N panted as they came to a stop, a little out of breath from running to the car.

“So he might be wondering where you are?”

“Yeah, and I think we both know how fun a worried FP is.”

Toni laughed, “Yeah, that’s fair, I’ll text Jughead just in case they already got them.”

They drove back to town, the radio humming along.

“Okay, Jughead said don’t worry... Alice Cooper took them to lunch?” Toni said, questioning it already.

“Alice Cooper. Like Southside enemy number one Alice Cooper? FP’s old flame, that Alice Cooper?”

“Old flame?” Toni tried to stifle a giggle.

“Yes, I’m old people, I use old-timey lingo.”

“You’re 25,” her friend reasoned.

“Okay, but that’s still older than you.”

“Sure, but to answer your question: yes. That Alice Cooper.”

“K.” Y/N tried not to hold any hard feelings, but it was hard when she knew what the two used to be to each other.

***

Y/N drove the two straight to the Wyrm, Toni letting Jughead know they went there instead of the trailer.

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Toni said.

“Me too, why would it be something? Just because they were in love in high school and still constantly flirt to this day even though they were both married and had kids, I’m sure it’s nothing.”

Y/N didn’t like to acknowledge FP’s marriage considering it was technically still in place.

“Well, as long as you’re not hyper-focusing on it or anything…” Toni said sarcastically, earning herself a punch in the arm.

Walking into the bar it was mostly all decorated but to her surprise, Archie was there with Veronica setting up the remaining decorations.

“Archie?” He flipped around.

“Y/N!”

Dropping down off the ladder, he ran over to his sister and engulfed her in a bone-crushing hug.

“I was hoping you’d show up here.”

“Yeah? Is that how you got roped into decorating?” She laughed.

“Nah, while I don’t completely get you and FP, he’s still Jug’s dad and- y’know, he’s been around our entire lives. I figured I could at least help set up his retirement party.”

The two talked while Archie hung streamers, Veronica popping over.

“I know it’s kind of rude, but can I ask how far along you are?” She wondered hesitantly.

“Uh, yeah, I’m just about 4 months along.”

“Oh, that’s so exciting! Are you having a shower?”

Y/N knew Veronica helped Betty set up Polly’s baby shower, but she didn’t want her brother’s girlfriend’s pity.

“Yeah, I might with some of the serpent girls…”

“Oh yay!”

They talked for a bit while the teens continued to decorate, but soon enough people were showing up for the party.

***

The moment she’d been waiting for.

Y/N was sitting at the bar, talking to Toni when the bar erupted in cheers. Tall Boy’s voice carrying the farthest.

“The man of the hour, ladies and gents, FP Jones!”

Everything seemed to slow down. She turned on her stool and found his face in the crowd.

She’d seen him regularly throughout his time, keeping him updated on the appointments, but he still seemed older and more worn down. She expected nothing less though, he went to prison. It wasn’t like he was going to come out the other side unscathed. But it was still hard to know the man she loved went through this suffering relatively alone.

He was smiling at the crowd surrounding him, talking to his friends when he spotted her. The grin he had on grew into a genuine smile that looked it might just break his face.

Tears sprung out of her eyes as she hopped off the bar stool and ran towards him.

Arms thrown around each other, they clung to each other. As if the other would disappear if they let go for even a second. She felt alone in that moment; as if everyone in the bar ceased to exist beyond her and FP.

Archie watched his sister erupt into tears and launch herself at the man she loved. He knew his dad would never see them like this, clinging to each other, the love they have pulling them together. He still can’t say he understands it, but seeing how happy his sister was and how right she felt in this life, he knew he didn’t have to understand it. Because it wasn’t for him, it was for them.

***

“FP’s been arrested,” Y/N told Jughead at the front door.

Laughter could be heard from within the trailer.

“No! Daddy, you can’t leave, you’re in jail!” A small voice whined from down the hall.

Jughead laughed as he followed her inside. FP wandered down the hall.

“Jug, my boy!”

Little footsteps thundered down the hall, “Juggy!”

“Hey, Barbie!” Jughead kneeled to embrace his 5-year-old half-sister, wrapping his arms around her and swinging her up into the air.

The little girl’s laughter filled the room, bringing smiles to the three adults faces.

It took a while for Jughead to come around to the idea of Y/N and his dad, simply because, like Fred, it was two people he’d known his entire life and it felt like a sort of betrayal. But, like Archie, Jughead saw how happy the two were together and how right they felt together, and he couldn’t be the one to break it up. Despite Archie’s best efforts, Fred still can’t accept the couple, but he doesn’t voice his thoughts in exchange for getting to watch his granddaughter grow up. It’s not exactly where Y/N thought she’d be at 30, but she’s pretty happy with what she’s got.

“As I was saying before, it appears FP can’t go with you on your trip because he’s been arrested.”

“Oh yeah?” Jughead looked to his right to face the girl on his hip who was now pointedly looking away from him.

“Now he can’t go and you can’t too because daddy’s not going so you can’t go either,” the young girl announced, positive she’d found a solution.

Jughead looked back to the couple with a mischevious look on his face, then said in all seriousness, “Well it looks like we’re gonna have to have a prison break then.”

“I’ll call Toni and the other Serpents,” Y/N played along, running off to pretend to find her phone.

“Alright, dad, you should probably hit the road, the cops are gonna be looking all over for you.”

“On it.” FP dashed to the back of the trailer, following Y/N and leaving his kids alone.

Jughead set his sister down, “Alright, Dahlia, you get the most important job, you need to run into your room and pack a bunch of your clothes.”

“Why?”

“Why? Well obviously if dad and I are going on the run we have to bring you and your mom.”

“Really?!”

“Of course! We’re Jones’! We’ve got to stick together, otherwise, who would we have?”

Dahlia ran back to her room in the trailer and found her backpack already packed, a card that said surprise on it was sitting on her bed next to the luggage.

FP and Jughead had a tradition of driving up the coast each year. After they did it the day after FP was released from prison, they just kept doing it, using it as a time for them to reconnect.

Considering Dahlia wasn’t born yet for the first trip, and she was just a baby for the others, it didn’t really affect the plans. She was confused as to why dad was gone, but he was back before she knew it and she never remembered, so it wasn’t a problem. But this year when the father and son started making plans, the younger girl was having none of it. Since then the three adults have been secretly planning the trip, this year including plans for the mother and daughter to come along.

Running back out to the front room of the trailer, Dahlia found her family with their light luggage for the small trip.

“C’mon baby girl, you know I’m not going anywhere without you,” FP stuck his hand out for his daughter to grab on to, ready to lead her to the car. “Are you ready?”

She gripped his fingers in hers and beamed at her father, “I can’t wait.”

[wayward-river]

Hoodies and Cheerleaders

Sweet Pea x Plus!Size Reader 

AN: This was requested hope you like it! All mistakes are my own, I do not own the gif. Thanks to @xserpentlife for reading to make sure I didn’t miss anything! 

Warnings: Self doubt, Angst, bullying (slightly) 

You and Sweet Pea had been dating for a few months now. After years of pinning after something you thought you could never have, that tall leather jacket wearing bad boy was all yours. You never thought you stood a chance, you always thought Sweet Peas type was, well thinner. You weren’t a serpent, but never quite felt like a normal northsider. Sweet Pea always made you feel like you were home, the place you belonged. You both had issues his temper and your self doubt about things but that’s normal right? It took him a couple of months to convince you that it wasn’t some sort of sick dare to take you out on a date.

A smile graced your face as you remembered that night.

��                     FLASHBACK

Sweet Pea had shown up to the front door of your house holding a few sunflowers in his hand and a nervous smile on his face. He had taken you to Pops. You both shared a milkshake and talked about everything. Your lives, how he was liking Riverdale High briefly that being a sore subject. He told you about being a serpent and you told him your dream of being a River Vixen but Cheryl would never allow it.

After that first date many more followed. He took you out to Sweetwater, places in Greendale, late night rides in his truck one hand on the steering wheel the other resting on your leg. He took you everywhere it seemed but avoided the Southside. You questioned him about it. Telling him you wanted to meet his family, wanted to see what makes him well him. You will never forget the look on his face. The pure happiness of you wanting to know his family. He took you to the Whyte Wyrm the next day. He introduced you to Fangs and Toni and tried to teach you how to play pool, he kissed you for the first time outside standing next to his truck asking you to be his when he pulled away and it’s been the two of you ever since.  

                 END FLASHBACK

You smiled at Toni as you walked over to the table at the Wyrm sitting down across from her as Sweet Pea and Fangs played a round of pool. You smiled as you watched them Sweet Pea looking a little weird being in a hoodie instead of his jacket. Though it wasn’t so different as the angry snake still glared at everyone from the back of it.

Sweet Pea caught you staring giving you that sly smirk of his making your knees go weak. How it was possible when you were sitting down? You’d never know.

The Wyrm always seemed to be cold and with it being winter outside it seemed the cold was seeping in wherever it could. You cursed silently to yourself for leaving your jacket in your car.

You shivered the goosebumps apparent on your arms just as Sweet Pea walked over.

“Hey baby” He bent over placing a chaste kiss against your lips.

You gave a small smile and a soft hi quickly.

“Hey Ton, do they have like coffee or hot chocolate here?”

Sweet Pea gave you a weird look as Toni laughed. “I keep some in the back I’ll go make you a cup”

“Thanks girl” You flashed a wide smile to her as she left the booth.

Your attention turned back to Sweet Pea, his hoodie being pulled over his head. Once completely off he held it out to you. “Here baby, take this to warm up too”

“I’m good Pea” Hopefully he would just drop it.

“Babe, c’mon it’s not a big deal. I’m hot moving around in it anyway.”

“I said I’m good Pea.” You tried again.

“Y/N just take the damn hoodie. It won’t bite you.” He replied his tone filled with annoyance.

You rolled your eyes. “I know it won’t bite me Sweet Pea I just don’t want it.”

Sweet Pea huffed out a breath ready to respond to you again. You were done having this conversation. Sure maybe his other girlfriends could wear his hoodie and look cute in it but you? Let’s be honest you would not look cute. It probably wouldn’t even fit, and it would for sure not come down past your thighs making it look even more cute and giving off certain vibes.

You moved trying to get out of the booth to walk away. Sweet Pea moved to block the exit.

“You aren’t walking away from this Y/N” he paused looking at you. “Just take it please”

“No Pea, you just don’t get it. Let me leave please.” You looked up at him your Y/E/C glossed over.

Sweet Pea let out a deep sigh.

“Baby, just trust me okay?” Sweet Pea looked around. Fangs setting up another game after losing to someone else. Calling Sweet Pea over. “Just a minute man” Sweet Pea hollered over his shoulder before bringing his attention back to you.

He slid into the booth next to you. Making your exit near impossible. Unless you were to just crawl over the table. You probably shouldn’t do that, and Sweet Pea with his damn quick reflexes would have you in his embrace within seconds.

His voice lowered as he looked around again. “I know your issue with this even if you tell me different, I know you. I’m a tall person Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes. “Tall isn’t the same as .. me.”

Sweet Pea placed the hoodie on top of the table his hands coming to rest on your thighs.

“You are beautiful, don’t ever doubt that just can you please just do this for me?” He pleaded his annoyed tone going away as he understood.

You let out an annoyed huff. “Fine, but you have to do that thing with me if I do this.”

Sweet Pea groaned. “Really? You are going to make me do that?”

You giggled softly. “Yup, if I have to put on this hoodie. You have to do that.”

Sweet Pea contemplated it for a moment. You silently prayed he would say no. There was no he would actually do it. “Fine I’ll do that.”

Your mouth dropped open. You were speechless. You thought for sure you had won this round.

“C’mon babe I agreed. Get to putting that hoodie on” Sweet Pea smirked at you grabbing his hoodie and once again handing it to you.

You grumbled out a low protest before grabbing the hoodie out of his hands with a small “fine.”

You pulled the hoodie on over your head. It stopped where it was supposed to, didn’t go past to hide your thighs, the arms hid your hands Sweet Peas arms being longer than yours. You sighed happily at the warmth and smell that embraced you.

Sweet Pea leaned in and kissed your cheek. “I told you baby, you look so good in my clothes too.”

“Mhmmm. Thanks Pea.” You smiled at him glad he had won this round.

“You do have to wear this to that thing you know” Sweet Pea smiled at you.

You gave a small nod not caring just happy that it fit and thankful for the warmth.

Toni came back as Sweet Pea walked back towards Fangs and the pool table and set the mug of hot chocolate in front of you.

“I’m glad he gave up his hoodie for you” She chuckled.

“Yeah me too. We will be supporting you at tomorrow nights football game.” You informed her.

She looked at you disbelief in her eyes. “You got Sweet Pea to go to a bulldogs football game?”

You nodded at her as you continued to sip the hot chocolate.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” She laughed.

                                  -The next night -

“Pea you said you would go! So let’s go we won’t get good spots if we are late!” You stood in the small trailer a pair of faded ripped jeans and Sweet Peas hoodie on waiting to leave.

You could hear the grumbling of your boyfriend as he walked out his Serpent jacket on.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this.”

“You did it to yourself babe” You laughed.

“I know, but I’d do it all over again to see you in my hoodie” Sweet Pea winked at you.

You rolled your eyes. “Sure Pea, lets go”

He grabbed the truck keys and you both headed to Riverdale High.

You got there early enough to be in the first row of the bleachers. Sweet Pea wouldn’t sit in the student section so you settled on to the side of it. He reluctantly agreed. You waved to Toni as you both sat down her smile wide at the sight of you both.

You watched the game, happily cheering for your school as Sweet Pea watched you. When half time came around and the River Vixens performed. He watched the sadness in your eyes, the longing of wanting to be out on the field.

“You happy Y/N/N?” Sweet Pea asked pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Hmmm? Oh yeah, yeah I am” You replied quickly not taking your eyes off the field as halftime ended and the River Vixens came back to the side of the field.

You watched some of them walk away to grab drinks or catch their breaths as the marching band took the field. Toni walked up to the front of your section and you watched Cheryl leave the field.

“Hey babe, I’m going to grab something from the truck. Want anything on my way back, popcorn a drink?” Sweet Pea asked kissing the side of your head.

“No Pea I’m good”  

You watched Sweet Pea walk up the stairs to exit towards the parking lot once out of sight you turned back to Toni.

“I can’t believe you got him to come to a game”

You laughed. “I told you we were coming. Plus he wanted me to wear the damn hoodie so bad last night and I didn’t want to so we made a deal. Plus he can come to one game to support you.”

Toni laughed at that and you fell into a short conversation about some of the classes you had together. Her leaving as the band stopped playing and the River Vixens returned to the side of the field.

It was a few minutes before Sweet Pea returned to your side. You looked to him confused, nothing was in his hands or on him. What did he leave for if he was only going to return with nothing? You wondered.

“What did you need to get?” You questioned him.

“Oh, I realized it wasn’t in the truck no big deal. Let’s finish the game yeah?”

He was being super weird but you ignored it for now as you both watched the rest of the game. In the end the bulldogs won, you both waited in the parking lot for Toni to come out to join you both at the Wyrm.

You tensed as she walked out with Cheryl. Sure Cheryl was her girlfriend and now a serpent but you could never get her laugh and the “are you serious” she spat at you freshman year when you showed up to River Vixen tryouts out of your head every time you looked at her. 

“Hey guys I’m really glad you guys came” Toni stated as her hand was linked with Cheryl's.

“Yeah we are too” You smiled at her.

“Hey Y/N, tryouts are coming up soon and we need to fill a spot .. I was thinking you’d be perfect.”

You went silent at Cheryl's words. This was a sick joke even for her. The tears quickly came to your eyes as you took off towards Sweet Peas truck climbing in and slamming the door.

“I’ll talk to her, we will just meet you guys at the Wyrm” Sweet Pea watched as Toni nodded and he walked to his truck.

You heard the driver door open and felt Sweet Peas hand on your arm. You couldn’t stop the tears even if you wanted to now. Your sniffles being the only sound in the truck until Sweet Pea spoke.

“Baby, its not a joke, she really wants you on the squad.”

You looked up at his words the tears still flowing. Sweet Pea cupped your face using his thumbs to wipe away the tears.

“There is no way that it’s not some cruel joke Pea” Your voice shook.

“I promise it’s not, don’t you trust me?”

“You know I do, I just don’t trust her. You weren’t here when I actually showed up to try outs. She was so mean Pea”

Sweet Pea kissed you softly. “I know baby, I know I wasn’t, but I’m here now and … now don’t get mad .. I talked to her, I didn’t need anything from the truck. I just want to see you happy” He confessed to you.

Your eyes went wide. “Why? I’m okay just being me, just being your girlfriend.”

“I know you are but I also know you’ve wanted this for a long time.”

You nodded as you brought your hands up covering Sweet Peas hands on your cheeks as you closed your eyes. “Okay… I’ll try out, but if it is some sick joke I’ll kick her ass.”

Sweet Pea chuckled. “Alright Y/N/N, ready to get out of here?”

You nodded as he pulled out of the parking lot heading to the Wyrm. You had a serious one on one conversation with Cheryl.

“I am really sorry Y/N, I was mean back then and I do want you on the squad.”

You nodded a small smile on your face. “Okay I’ll tryout but when?”

Cheryl smiled. “It just so happens that a girl has to quit so how about Monday?”

You nodded again at her as Toni and Sweet Pea joined you both at the table all of you talking about the game.

When Monday came around you put on your best brave face and tried out for the River Vixens. Laughing as both Cheryl and Toni smushed you in a hug telling you were on the squad.

That Saturday you nervously fidgeted with the end of your Vixen Skirt. Nervous for your first game, the first time anyone would see you in this uniform besides Toni and Cheryl.

You ran onto the field with the girls taking your stance in front of the student section. Your eyes caught a tall leather clad serpent in the first row of the student section cheering for the girls. You laughed as Sweet Pea sent you a wink and a huge smile, Fangs beside him giving you a thumbs up. He would always be there front and center at any event cheering not for the bulldogs but for you the love of his life.

[dcmhnallach]

demiboy — ever hear people say APOLLO AMORETTO looks a lot like NICK ROBINSON? I think THEY/HE is about 22, so it doesn’t really work. The GRAPHIC DESIGN major is a JUNIOR that is from LIVINGSTONE, VT. They can be ADROIT, but they can also be INDELICATE. I think APOLLO might be A TIER 2 SHEPHERD. They are living in KIERAN. ( snot goblin. 20. EST. she/they. )

ok so i lied and this is after midnight. sue me. his background is a lil inspired by logan from veronica mars so like, sue me 2x. dnjkfmgh but !! give this a LIKE so i can come MESSAGE U FOR PLOTS !!!

TRIGGER WARNING - DEATH, MURDER, MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, GRIEF

a e s t h e t i c s

fingers across keyboards and piano keys, m&m’s scattered, vintage gaming consoles and tangled wires, worn vans and broken skateboards, banging of drums and splintering drumsticks, deep rhythms beating with your heart, the hum of a hefty computer and the buzz of a monitor, green text against black screens, unruly hair unkempt, flannels filling closets, bloody baseball bats, posters lining up and down walls, loud punk music shaking the walls, glares and whispers, the suffocation that comes with loneliness, pills rattling in their bottles, unmade beds.

general info !!

full name: apollo casimir amoretto

nickname(s): cas, polly, lover boy, 2000 (b/c of his screen names lmaoo)

b.o.d. - january 31st, aquarius boi

label(s): the escapist, the hellion, the insurgent, the netizen, etc. etc.

height: hitting 6′0″

hometown: livingstone, vt !

sexuality: bi bi bi bi bisexual

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biography !!

cristian amoretto and camilla silvestri had a romance that could be described turbulent at best, and downright explosive at worst

cristian, a native italian actor whose career began before he could walk, and camilla, the daughter of two italian immigrants with big dreams in a small town, met on the set of a coffee shop. their love story began quickly, dating within only a few months of knowing each other and engaged before the year was up

camilla walked down the aisle 6 months pregnant with lil’ baby apollo, who was then born in livingstone, vermont, aka the town that camilla’s family had settled in

was raised primarily by his mother and grandparents! his father was often off shooting movies, leaving camilla to take on the role of stay-at-home mom despite her own dreams of making it big as an actress

apollo grew up as a huge momma’s boy – i mean, god, he just really loved this mother, y’know? his relationship with his father was much rockier because of his … lack of being around.

when his grandparents died around the age of eight, that’s when things got…worse. it felt as if camilla’s parents were the only barrier between camilla and cristian’s budding wrath.

it became more apparent that cristian was not meant for the family life, his anger quick and his fists quicker, stinging words and venomous glares. a control freak who couldn’t handle camilla being independent.

this wasn’t apparent to the neighbors, or much of the town in general, because the amorettos were such a prominent family up in their beach-side mini mansion – it was hard to imagine that their life was anything but exquisite and dreamlike.

this was, of course, up until camilla filed for divorce and a restraining order in the same day, face bruised and nearly unrecognizable. she, obviously, got custody of apollo.

at this point in time, apollo was fourteen and…pretty stoked for them to get away from his father. they holed up southside and life continued as normal. for the time being. gossip swarmed apollo at school surrounding the circumstance which was annoying, to say the least. it led to him becoming withdrawn from the other students, not getting the whole … gossip appeal.

in hindsight, they should’ve moved out of livingstone. death threats in the form of letters and the eerie feeling of eyes constantly being on them came to a halt on apollo’s graduation day: the day that his father also, coincidentally, murdered his mother.

for making me miss out on years of my son’s life, was cristian’s excuse as he was escorted from the bloody crime scene at their apartment and into the police car.

cristian was convicted and sent to prison almost a whole year after it occurred. apollo still has dreams about testifying in court against his father as a witness.

and then apollo became known not as the son of two celebrities, but the son of a murderer. total bummer !

could not tell you why he stayed in livingstone, but he did. almost dropped out of college a good few times ( he isn’t passionate about graphic design, it’s more of him wasting time than anything else ) and spends most of his time raiding on WoW or competitively playing overwatch :/

speaking of college ! apollo was kieran’s roommate and like ... a close friend of his. the death hit him pretty hard b/c of his past.

lives in kieran but lately has been switching between his dorm and his childhood home - it’s technically his dad’s but he hasn’t been to his mom’s apartment in years. the mansion has become run-down and pretty grody, a sore sight that pisses off the neighbors.

he does identify as demiboy but he cares abt his identity like ... so little ... 

personality !!

his main focuses are computers / video games, drums / his band, and like … skating … vaping … gamer things, y’know.

from a young age he’d always been very fascinated by video games, and being the Rich Boi ™ that he was, ended up with a whole lot of them to play, on a whole bunch of consoles.

but like … he’s a PC guy :/ he may have a super rare nintendo 64 or two but nothing can beat his dual-monitor set up with his hand-built computer !

he also got real into hacking, y’know, just small things like watching security cameras in different cities and occasionally changing his grades b/c like … who wouldn’t ? also … cheated in dark souls. fucking loser.

his favorite games to play are multiplayer games so !!

he joined a band in high school because he was angsty and young, and like, turned out to be really good on drums ?? they had like … some real big jimmy eat world / green day / say anything / old school fall out boy vibes. just a whole bunch of ‘fuck the government, fuck the authority, anarchy, rebellion, revolt revolt revolt’ angry rock music that got a buuunch of noise complaints during practice.

his role in the band is essentially the ~nerdy~ one, because he’s a gamer, but like he was also Edgy and Angry and wore all black like Constantly ( he still does who are we kidding )

probably paints his nails black and has a nose ring b/c gamers can be edgy too !!

huuuuuge junk food junkie. like … he will consume Everything and Anything unhealthy. has a huge sweet tooth, he can’t remember the last time he’s drank straight up water.

he’s pretty much a loner, minus his bandmates -- having a reputation like his really ... puts off others. wasn’t the friendliest person in high school either, which doesn’t help. kieran and him were kindred souls.

to be honest, he’s really selfish. thinks about himself first and foremost, considers it to be a method of surviving in a fuck-shit town with fuck-shit people. wouldn’t hesitate to toss people to the side if it were to ever come down to it. he’s not a faithful pal.

he’s ruthless, impulsive, does whatever he pleases because he assumes that everybody’s already got their opinion of him due to his father. hard to stop him when he’s on a rampage.

seething with rage on the inside. :/

uuhhh so he’s got this fucking…pomsky, right? her name is tulip. she was camilla’s before she passed away and like, what was apollo gonna do, huh ? put the dog in a shelter ? hell fucking nah. that’s his dog now. give that dog an emotional support animal certification and boom.

this isn’t like a Personality Trait but idk where to put it so ! apollo’s on antidepressants ( and other medications, but y’know. that’s just how it is ) b/c like … y’know … the whole dad-murdering-mom thing sort of fucked him up a lot ! they make him feel pretty blah and diminished his sex drive so like … hook ups aren’t really an option for him 99% of the time.

besides that he smokes a lot of weed b/c self medication.

he’s … sort of an asshole. like … he can be rude and he doesn’t have much of a filter and i don’t know if there’s any softness left to him ! he just really misses his mom and has a lot of wishes involving changing the past and he reacts badly to things because he’s so defensive and on edge constantly.

no but he’s just like. .. sad gamer boi … a man and his dog … who also carries like five knives on him.

like he’s not socially awkward or necessarily Bad with people .. he’s just bad with people :/ doesn’t try hard enough ! is a little too apathetic ! chaotic to true neutral

wanted connections !!

bandmates !! i’d envision that there’s four or five members including him. two electric guitar, one bass, one drums / keyboard ( that me -_- ) , anybody singing ... maybe a triangle player ! or a cowbell ! i dunno ! endless possibilities.

fans of the band mayb ?? try to seduce him so they can party w/ them after a show n apollo’s just like :/ nah ( or yah ! )

people he clashes with hardcore !! people who are one n the same.

uuhh ... big slut for enemies ! ppl he refuses to get along with or they’ve been on bad terms previously for whatever reason. :-)

alternately, people he’s trying really hard to get along with but it’s not working b/c he’s a shithead.

maybe an actual good, close friend or two !! y’know. so he’s not completely alone. 

people he’s fucked over previously by ditching them / being unreliable / messy / etc.

besides close friends, someone who’s soft towards him or vice versa. because as much as i love angst, i love the uwu too.

ex-flings, ex-fwbs, ex-hookups, etc. etc. ex-gfs/bfs. especially from high school.

people he’s known all his life ! childhood friends, childhood enemies, old rivals, etc.

people who like ... stayed away from him / distanced themselves after his dad’s arrest. :/

okay but like ... imagine, okay , some sort of high school romance where he used to sneak into their room / sneak them out, n then they’d like. go wild out. y’know like, parents Hate him.

ppl who end up on one of his benders / night time adventures / whatever chaotic shit w/ him.

a hook-up gone bad could b fun !

gaming pals. gaming enemies.

skater buds ! vaping buds ! stoner buds ! apollo owns like three juuls.

someone he’s good friends with ( maybe ?? potentially developing Feelings at the same time ) but apollo fucks up their friendship / possible Something because that’s just what he Does.

somebody who thought tht like ... his childhood home was just Abandoned and Empty so they started breaking in to like. get high or fuck or whatever and apollo just walks in one day like ... what are u doing.

someone who caught him dealing juul pods to middle schoolers and was like ... what are u doing. idiot.

idiot reckless buddy pals !! wreck shit together !! burn couches !! chaos !

literally i’ll take anything sdjnfkmgh

[arnorcttos]

( ludovico tersigni + 22 + muse 59 ) isn’t that apollo amoretto over there? i heard HE joined faction: nomads after they got back to west ham. it’s funny, ‘cause they were only on the service trip to terrorize his peers. hopefully they fit in there – they’re ADROIT, but also INDELICATE. oh, i’m sure they’ll be fine. ( james, she/they, 20, EST )

okay hi i’m james and this is my baby apollo, who is actually a brand new spankin’ muse of mine so !! we’ll see how this goes b/c i’ve literally never rp’d him before !! and i’ll b frank. his background is inspired by logan in veronica mars. sue me. actually don’t i’m already in college debt but sudfjkfg PLEATHE plot w/ him. leave a like. two likes. that’s not even possible. i may change his fc in the future b/c like ... i’m currently making his gif icons as i go and to b frank ,,, it’s rly hard sdjfkgh but i love him. so we’ll see. sdjnfkmgh

TRIGGER WARNING - DEATH, MURDER, MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

a e s t h e t i c s

fingers across keyboards and piano keys, m&m’s scattered, vintage gaming consoles and tangled wires, worn vans and broken skateboards, banging of drums and splintering drumsticks, deep rhythms beating with your heart, the hum of a hefty computer and the buzz of a monitor, green text against black screens, unruly hair unkempt, flannels filling closets, bloody baseball bats, posters lining up and down walls, loud punk music shaking the walls, glares and whispers, the suffocation that comes with loneliness, pills rattling in their bottles, unmade beds.

general info !!

full name: apollo casimir amoretto

nickname(s): caz, polly, lover boy, 2000 (b/c of his screen names lmaoo)

b.o.d. - january 31st, aquarius boi

label(s): the escapist, the hellion, the insurgent, the netizen, etc. etc.

height: hitting 6′0″

hometown: west ham, kansas !

sexuality: bi...? fucking. it’s pride month ofc he’s bi.

his stats are TBD but his pinterest is HERE !

biography !!

cristian amoretto and camilla silvestri had a romance that could be described turbulent at best, and down right explosive at worst

cristian, a native italian actor whose career began before he could walk, and camilla, the daughter of two italian immigrants with big dreams in a small town, met on the set of a coffee shop. their love story began quickly, dating within only a few months of knowing each other and engaged before the year was up

camilla walked down the aisle 6 months pregnant with lil’ baby apollo, who was then born in west ham, kansas, aka the town that camilla’s family had settled in

was raised primarily by his mother and grandparents! his father was often off shooting movies, leaving camilla to take on the role of stay-at-home mom despite her own dreams of making it big as an actress

apollo grew up as a huge momma’s boy -- i mean, god, he just really loved this mother, y’know? his relationship with his father was much rockier because of his ... lack of being around.

when his grandparents died around the age of eight, that’s when things got...worse. it felt as if camilla’s parents were the only barrier between camilla and cristian’s budding wrath.

it became more apparent that cristian was not meant for the family life, his anger quick and his fists quicker, stinging words and venomous glares. a control freak who couldn’t handle camilla being an independent woman.

this wasn’t apparent to the neighbors, or much of the town in general, because the amorettos were such a prominent family up in their mini-mansion in oak ridge -- it was hard to imagine that their life was anything but exquisite and dreamlike.

this was, of course, up until camilla filed for divorce and a restraining order in the same day, face bruised and nearly unrecognizable. she, obviously, got custody of apollo.

at this point in time, apollo was fourteen and...pretty stoked for them to get away from his father. they holed up in southside and life continued as normal. for the time being. gossip swarmed apollo at school surrounding the circumstance which was annoying, to say the least. it led to him becoming withdrawn from the other students, not getting the whole ... gossip appeal.

in hindsight, they should’ve moved out of west ham. death threats in the form of letters and the eerie feeling of eyes constantly being on them came to a halt on apollo’s graduation day: the day that his father also, coincidentally, murdered his mother.

for making me miss out on years of my son’s life, was cristian’s excuse as he was escorted from the bloody crime scene at their apartment and into the police car.

obviously, cristian was convicted and sentenced to prison. apollo still has dreams about testifying in court against his father.

and then apollo became known not as the son of two celebrities, but the son of a murderer. total bummer !

became even more withdrawn and almost dropped out of college a few good times! the only thing that kept him rooted to west ham was his band.

and now he can’t leave, and he’s surrounded by people who all look at him weird and he feels like they’re all expecting him to be like his father, and he’s not, but god -- when people expect you to be one way, it’s so hard to act otherwise. it’s just not a good time !

pretty much why he went on the service trip tbh ... like, y’know ... if ppl want to believe that he’s just as bad as his dad then damn ! he was gonna wreck sm havoc on the trip, just being an absolute nuisance. 

personality !!

his main focuses are computers / video games, drums / his band, and like ... skating ... vaping ... gamer things, y’know.

from a young age he’d always been very fascinated by video games, and being the Rich Boi (tm) that he was, ended up with a whole lot of them to play, on a whole bunch of consoles.

but like ... he’s a PC guy :/ he may have a super rare nintendo 64 console or two but nothing can beat his dual-monitor set up with his hand-build computer !

he also got real into hacking, y’know, just small things like watching security cameras in different cities and occasionally changing his grades b/c like ... who wouldn’t ? also ... cheated in dark souls. fucking loser.

his favorite games to play were always multiplayer games online like WoW and overwatch so !! he’s pretty fucking mad he can’t play them anymore. like. so mad. genuinely furious. he’s been trying to hack his way into like ... wifi or something dumb, ever since they got stranded in new west ham, but he’s had no luck !

he joined a band in high school because he was angsty and young, and like, turned out to be really good on drums ?? they had like ... some real big jimmy eat world / green day / say anything / old school fall out boy vibes. just a whole bunch of ‘fuck the government, fuck the authority, anarchy, rebellion, revolt revolt revolt’ angry rock music that got a buuunch of noise complaints during practice.

his role in the band was essentially the ~nerdy~ one, because he was a gamer, but like he was also Edgy and Angry and wore all black like Constantly (he still does who are we kidding)

probably paints his nails black and has a nose ring b/c gamers can be edgy too !!

huuuuuge junk food junkie. like ... he will consume Everything and Anything unhealthy. has a huge sweet tooth, he can’t remember the last time he’s drank straight up water.

but like ... he’s a loner pretty much. only friends he really bothered keeping were his bandmates and like ! half of them went missing along with the rest of the town so ! he’s feeling a lil’ lost

but not lost enough to do Nothing, y’know ?? coming back to west ham to an empty town awoke his little baby survivalist in him, probably due to a lot of survival games he played online, and he immediately took over his old home in oak ridge ! it was pretty much rotting there with his dad in jail, but not anymore !!

has also probably broken into a few homes already tbh b/c he’s just. ruthless. impulsive. if it feels like the end of the world then he’s yolo’ing, he’s peace-ing out, u cannot stop him.

uuhhh so he’s got this fucking...pomsky, right? her name is tulip. she was camilla’s before she passed away and like, what is apollo gonna do, huh ? put the dog in a shelter ? hell fucking nah. that’s his dog now.

unfortunately tulip isn’t the most .... tough looking dog. apollo set up a bunch of fucking speakers around the property of his dad’s house and plays large barking noises whenever somebody gets too close, just to ward off intruders, but like ... there’s no fucking big dogs man. it’s just apollo and tulip.

this isn’t like a Personality Trait but idk where to put it so ! apollo’s on antidepressants b/c like ... y’know ... the whole dad-murdering-mom thing sort of fucked him up a lot ! they make him feel pretty blah and diminished his sex drive so like ... hook ups aren’t really an option for him atm !

besides that he smokes a lot of weed b/c self medication

he’s ... sort of an asshole. like ... he can be rude and he doesn’t have much of a filter and i don’t know if there’s any softness left to him ! he just really misses his mom and his bandmates and has a lot of wishes involving changing the past and he reacts badly to things because he’s so defensive and on edge constantly.

he misses twitter the most, tho.

no but he’s just like. .. sad gamer boi ... a man and his dog ... who also carries like five knives on him and definitely knows where his dad kept his gun.

like he’s not socially awkward or necessarily Bad with people .. he’s just bad with people :/ doesn’t try hard enough ! is a little too apathetic ! chaotic to true neutral

wanted connections !!

i envision his band to have like ... four or five members including him. two guitar electric guitar, one bass, one drums / keyboard, any of them singing idk that’s not important. and since two of them have Disappeared, i’d like the One (or two) that Remains ! anarchy boys !

generally .. anybody else who is tryn to survive, that maybe he can bond with or completely clash with ??

i’d love enemies, just ppl he Refuses to get along with or they are just on bad terms for whatever reason

people he’s trying to not ! not get along with ! but it just doesn’t work out b/c like ... lbr, apollo’s pretty bad with other people.

just any falling outs.

uuhh ... maybe a few somewhat-friendships ! like... awkward acquaintances

ppl he knew primarily from high school / haven’t spoken to since

maybe one or two ppl who’s soft towards him or he’s soft towards or vice versa b/c like ! i’ll b real .. it’s pretty nice to have !

ex-flings, ex-somethings, ex-gfs, bfs, anything from the past.

hookup gone bad b/c he couldn’t get it up b/c antidepressants be like that (this is based off of a true story can we get a sad yeehaw in here)

gaming pals from before no wifi.

skater buds. vaping buds. b/c i can confirm that apollo owns like three juuls. stoner buds.

someone he’s like ... hesitantly forming an alliance with b/c sometimes it’s easier when you have someone on ur team ! b/c then drama when one of them betrays the other uwu

somebody trying 2 break into his house b/c u Know it’s got some good shit in there but he’s just like ‘alexa play dogs barking audio’ and then ur muse is like ... there’s no fucking dogs

juul pod dealer. that’s all.

i’m down for anything rly !! pleathe hmu !!

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Shameless 9x14 “Found” Review

It’s the end of an era, Shameless fans. After nine hilarious, gut-punching, heart-wrenching seasons, Emmy Rossum has left the show for good. For the past eight years, her portrayal of the eldest Gallagher daughter has left viewers in fits of laughter, fits of tears, and everything in between. In her send off episode, she reminds us and her siblings just how much she will be missed.

In her penultimate episode, Fiona came into a large sum of money, $100,000 to be exact. Just as she had accepted her fate and gotten a job at the local gas station working nights, she was lifted from rock bottom and given the chance to start anew. So now, she must decide what she wants her future to look like. This is understandably difficult for Fiona because, well, she’s never really had that choice before.

She decides not to tell any of her siblings at first, but observes what their lives would look like without her in it. She’s raised each of them as best she could, and as she watches them get ready for their day the next morning, she realizes she’s done a better job than she ever knew. As nice as this is, it’s a bit of a gut punch when she begins to see that they don’t need her anymore. Debbie even asks if they can switch rooms so that she has more space for her and Franny, and asks Fiona what her future plans are. It’s as if they’re giving her a reason to leave without even knowing it.

And then there’s Lip, who kicked Fiona out of the house a few episodes back. While Fiona has cleaned her act up and gotten Lip off her back, it’s likely that his threat still lingers in her mind. It’s not just about if Fiona is needed in the Gallagher house, but does anyone want her there anymore?

As Fiona tries to decide what to do, the rest of the gang are up to their own shenanigans. Frank has been released from the hospital and is camping out on the couch. He needs around the clock care and complains relentlessly about need more Oxy, causing the family to consider dumping him under a bridge. Realizing they could get in serious legal trouble for that, given Frank’s age and poor health, they instead discuss getting him a caretaker. After all, their lives are too busy to be dealing with Frank, of all people.

Across town, Fiona’s hearing actually goes well. Her public defender tells her she must pay a few thousand dollars in fines, which she definitely has now. While out, she goes to visit Ian in prison to ask for his advice. After telling him she’s thinking about leaving, going someplace warm, he tells her to do it, that he’ll always be there for her. Fiona is a bit taken aback, but takes her brother’s words to heart. She knows she can’t stay in the Southside forever.

Ian also briefly mentions what’s going on in his life, how he’s working in the infirmary, got lice, and, oh yeah, is bunking with none other than Mickey Milkovich who works in the laundry room (Is anyone else getting serious Alex Vause vibes?).

Fiona supports her brother, and it’s clear that he supports her too. It seems like this is just what she needed — to be really, truly heard. And perhaps because Ian has spent some time away from his family, he knows how trapped one can feel in the Gallagher house. So with that, Fiona’s mind is made up.

While Fiona plans to distance herself from her siblings, Debbie and Carl grow closer. After butting heads over Kelly and both having their hearts broken by her, they bond (and vandalize her truck). So when Carl accepts a job as the manager of a nearby Captain Bob’s location, Debbie refuses to let him give up on military school. Unable to get through to him, she calls in Kelly for help, blaming her for her brother’s sudden lack of confidence. Together, the pair are able to snap Carl out of it. And after a brief time apart, Kelly and Carl get back together.

Continuing her maternal streak, Debbie goes to get Liam and bring him home. When she finds him at his friend’s house, he reminds her that he asked the whole family the previous night if he could move in, and they said yes. Liam, not willing to be ignored anymore, gives Debbie a list of demands the Gallaghers must meet if they want him back in the house. Most notably, he wants to be surrounded by black culture, which he feels he’s been robbed of living in an entirely white household.

Across town, Lip once again goes on a wild goose chase when Tammi’s BRCA test comes back positive. She has the “baby good” kind, leading us to assume she’ll want to have the baby, but Tammi is hesitant to bring a child into the world when she knows she may still die of cancer at a young age. While Lip tries to tell her he’ll stick around, Tammi refuses to believe he’ll be a good father. She jumps back and forth between decisions about the unborn baby’s fate, first wanting to have an abortion, then deciding she’ll have the baby, then opting to put it up for adoption. In the end, we’re left wondering right alongside Lip what she’s going to do.

When Lip finally gets home, he finds Fiona packing her stuff. She reveals to him that she’s leaving and asks that he take care of everyone for her, metaphorically passing the baton. Lip agrees but insists they throw her a going away party. Fiona knows that if she stays for the party, she’ll never leave. And so, when everyone has left the house again, she sneaks out to the train station and then onto a plane, bags in tow. The scene beautifully parallels the Season 1 finale, in which Fiona almost left Chicago with then boyfriend Jimmy/Steve. The only difference is that this time, she goes through with it (and sadly, Jimmy/Steve is nowhere to be found).

Back at the house, the party goes on. As everyone drinks and dances, celebrating Fiona and the role she had in their lives, Debbie finds an envelope stuck to the fridge. In it is $50,000, half of the money Max gave Fiona, and a note that simply reads, “Love you.” And Veronica says it best when she reminds Debbie, “Yeah, she does.”

Looking back at this season, I realize I expected it to be like the earlier seasons — more outrageous, more dramatic. What I failed to realize is that Shameless can never be what it once was because the characters are no longer the same. They’re still Gallaghers at heart, yes, but they’re adults now and while they’re the same people, they aren’t the same family.

I think we started to see this shift in dynamics when Ian, played by Cameron Monaghan, went to prison and was no longer a regular on the show. He was barely mentioned by his siblings, and it seemed as if his sentencing had little to no effect on them — because it didn’t. I’m not saying that the Gallaghers are inherently selfish people, but they have their own separate lives. If it wasn’t for their monetary hardships, I think they’d all be living on their own right now, not in a shared house. As Fiona realized in this episode, they just don’t need each other anymore.

However, this doesn’t take away my frustration with the way Fiona has been treated for the entire second half of this season. Because in this episode alone, Debbie noticed Carl getting down on himself and refused to let him be upset for more than a day. And mind you, Carl was going through heartbreak, not being cheated on, cut out of a huge business deal, and a sudden alcohol dependency. The more I think about it, I feel like Fiona turned to alcohol because she couldn’t lean on anyone in her family.

This is why Fiona’s send off is so bittersweet to me. I’m ecstatic that she’s finally getting out and making a life for herself, but I’m heartbroken that she was pushed to do it because her family seemingly didn’t want her around anymore. Too bad she didn’t take Liam with her — he sure knows how she feels.

I hoped that this finale would be something unexpected and jaw dropping, but as I said previously, Shameless just isn’t that show anymore. Instead, Fiona left with a quiet and understated notion that this is her happy ending. She doesn’t need all the chaos and the trouble she thought she was addicted to. You can take the girl out of the Southside, and maybe, just maybe, you can take the Southside out of the girl too.

So what is Season 10 going to look like? Well, Fiona left half her money to her siblings. So maybe they’ll use it to get far away from each other and start their own lives too, as best they can manage with a little over 10K each at least. With no mention of Xan and Tammi constantly changing her mind about the baby, it’s hard to tell where Lip’s storyline is going. Debbie and Carl were left in relatively stable places at the end of the finale, and while Frank needs to be off his feet for the next few months, we all know that being the cockroach he is, he’ll come out the other side just fine (as fine as Frank can be, that is).

Perhaps the only promising aspect of the coming season is that Cameron Monaghan is set to return as a series regular, after only half a season being gone. Whether this means we’ll see him in prison with Mickey is yet to be revealed, but either way, I’m excited to see where his story goes.

For now though, I’d like to appreciate Emmy Rossum and her beautiful portrayal of the delightfully complex woman that is Fiona Gallagher. I’ve never seen a character quite like her, and I’ll forever be thankful for the smiles, laughs and tears she caused me while watching her on my screen. Truthfully, I’m nervous to see where this show goes without her. But regardless, there’s nine seasons telling the captivating story of Fiona to look back on. And though its on-screen end was quiet, I’d like to think it wouldn’t stay like that for long.

After all, if there’s anything we know about Fiona, it’s that she brings the party with her wherever she goes.

Jessica’s episode rating: 🐝🐝🐝.5

[ritis1996]

Both sides of the track - Part 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3  Part 4 Part 5

Pairing: Reader X Sweet Pea // Reader X Reggie

Y/n point of view

Author’s note: I will use canon plot moments, from all seasons, but will not be following the plot exactly. However, just to be safe, don’t read unless you’re up to date to avoid spoilers! (Even though most of the time I’m not up to date either).

Chapter 6

            She didn’t talk to anyone for a few days after that. Sweet Pea had told Fangs what happened, and he told Toni, but when they tried speaking to Y/N about it she assured them she was fine and the subject was now behind her – even though they could see right through her, they honored her words and stopped bringing it up. She’d hide away in school reading and at night she’d roam the forest until it was late enough that everyone was sleeping, only then getting back to her tent.

           Reggie was worried about her. He saw how happier and close Sweet Pea and Josie suddenly were, realized Y/N was a ghost of who she was the week before and put two and two together. He’d spend every free period he had with no practice or meetings looking for her, but always in vain – she wasn’t at the library, or the court, or any of the empty classrooms. He saw her in class sometimes, but she always smiled politely and ran away as fast as she possible could, never giving him a chance to say anything at all. Not understanding how he seemed to be the only one worried about this, he decided to march into the Southside on Friday night and finally talk to her.

           He hadn’t been to the campsite in a while and was shocked by the whole vibe of the place. He didn’t understand how a bunch of tents in the middle of nowhere could give off such a home-like feeling, but that was the best way to describe the place. He quickly saw Toni and Fangs sitting around a campfire, Cheryl on the floor leaning against Toni’s legs, and noticed a bit too late that Sweet Pea was sitting on the other side of Fangs, half hidden in the shadows. The four of them stopped talking when they noticed him:

           “Hey, sorry to just show up like this. Is Y/N around?” – he asked, visibly nervous. Even though Fangs didn’t really like him, he could see the boy actually cared for his friend, and in times like this she needed that.

           “Not really, no. You can wait for her though, if you’d like” – Toni said, ignoring the sharp glance Pea shot in her direction.

           “Do you know where she is? I don’t mind meeting her anywhere else, I just need to talk to her” – Reggie pleaded.

           “Why didn’t you talk to her at school, if it’s that important” – Sweet Pea half mocked, but felt that he had said the wrong thing when all of his friends looked away in awkwardness. That’s when Reggie realized he had been so out of it, he hadn’t noticed how she was acting.

           “She won’t talk to me, or anyone else, at school. She hides away during breaks and sits in the back in silence in class. Then she disappears at the end of the day. I had assumed she was only doing that because it was the Northside and that here she’d be with you guys, but it seems like she’s running away from this too. I just want to make sure she’s okay.”

           “Is this true?” – Sweet Pea asked Toni, evidently angry. She nodded, sadness in her eyes – “Why the fuck did no one tell me? She promised me she’d be fine!”

           “She is fine, Sweets. She just needs some time. Plus, we didn’t think she’d want you knowing how bad it was. You know her, it’s always been like this. Sometimes things get too much for her and she needs some time away”.

           “Yeah no shit Toni, I know her, I used to be the one that went after her when she got like this, remember ? For fucks’ sake, you’re telling me she’s been spending all these nights alone in the fucking forest and none of you is worried? I had just assumed she was with him!” – he screamed, pointing at Reggie. Even if he didn’t like how protective of Y/N Pea was, Reggie had to agree with him on this one. He hated the idea that she was all alone out there this late.

           “He’s right, this is dangerous. That’s why I’m here, I just want to make sure she knows she doesn’t have to be alone”

           “God, you two are such dudes. She grew up in those woods, you morons, same as you did, Pea. We all know the place like the back of our hands. If we thought, even for a fraction of a second, that she was in any danger you know we would never let her go. She’s fine.” – Toni said, getting up and going to her tent, clearly frustrated.

           “Fine. Can you just point me in the general direction of where she might be so I can look for her anyway? Please?” – Reggie asked, staring at Fangs intensely. The Serpent clearly hesitated, not wanting to break his friends’ trust, even though he appreciated seeing someone cared so much about her. She deserved that, after everything that was happening with Pea.

           “Just tell him, Fangs. I’m worried about her too, just let him help her. We can’t lose her again. I may not be with her any more but I still care about her, I can’t go through watching her leave again. I don’t like you, but I think we want the same thing here. Give her a good reason to stay, alright?” – Sweets sadly said. Reggie nodded at him gravely, as Fangs pointed up North, towards a narrow path between large trees. Turning on his phone flashlight, the Bulldog started walking through the woods.

           He followed the path for about 10 minutes, listening to the sounds of the nocturnal wild-life around and noticing how the path seemed walked on. Reggie wasn’t too given to Nature, so he had no way of knowing if he was going in the right direction, but he had to try anyway. At some point, he became so distracted with the trees and making sure no predators were staring at him (spoiler alert: there were no predators) that he didn’t notice a small but somewhat deep hole in the ground, and fell right into it, cursing on his way down.

“Fucking hell!” – he screamed as he got up, shook the dirt from his knees and started looking for his phone, only to realize it had not fallen in with him, since the light was coming from above.

“Reggie? Is that you?” – he heard Y/N’s sweet voice in the near distance, and immediately felt more relaxed.

“Yup! Hi!” – he beamed, as her head peaked at him, smirking – “How are you?” – he casually joked, making her laugh.

“What are you doing here? And how on earth did you miss that big-ass hole?” – she giggled, kneeling to reach her arm in the hole and give him support as he climbed out. She couldn’t help but to stare at his flexed biceps as he successfully emerged from the dirt.

“I was looking for you” – he explained, sitting at the edge to catch his breath – “You’ve been avoiding me at school, and I was worried and wanted to make sure you were okay. Why the fuck are you spending your time here? This place is hell!” – he manifested himself, getting up.

           She blushed due to his confession of worry for her but rolled her eyes at his foolishness.

“It’s only hell if you don’t keep your eyes on the ground, you idiot. I’m sorry for avoiding and worrying you, I just needed some time off from life. Did you get hurt?” – she asked, inspecting his arms and legs as best she could with the scarce lighting. He tried to say he was fine but hissed when she pressed her hand to a cut on his arm – “you did… Jeez Reggie, I’m clumsy and even I avoid that hole. Come on, let’s go back to camp so I can patch you up”

           She pulled his arm and he didn’t protest, following her into the forest. Even without using the light she seemed to always know what direction to step in and what to avoid. After the bulldog tripped once, she let her hand slide down his arm and grabbed his hand, pulling him to walk with her. Relief fell upon the both of them when they found the camp empty. She sat Reggie down and rushed into her tent to fetch the first aid kit, sitting next to him and starting the painful process.

“Was it because of Sweet Pea?” – he broke the silence in a low whisper.

“Yes, partly. But also because I needed some time to figure myself out. Things changed so fast, and I wasn’t expecting everything here to be and feel so different. I needed to understand who was I supposed to be, without Sweet Pea, the trailer park, in Riverdale High…” – he nodded, stunned by her honesty. She was placing the last piece of gaze on his arm and he pulled her hand away, holding it in his.

“You don’t have to do that alone, though. I’m here, and I can.. I mean, I hope I can help you build this new life. You deserve all the good in the world, Y/N” – he beamed, staring so deep into her eyes her breath got stuck in her throat. Smiling at him, she sat back and let her head fall on his shoulder.

“I can’t give you anything right now Reg, nor promise anything. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us.”

“I’m not asking for anything to change, I understand that you need time. I’m just asking you to not shut me out and at least give me a call before you decide to become Nocturnal Tarzan, alright?” – they both cracked up in giggles.

“Okay, no more incognito adventures. I promise” – she whispered. Reggie slowly placed his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. And there they stayed, watching the stars and thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.

[kellyannecontent]

i devoured something in the vicinity of 20 episodes of the lindsay mack podcast while painting a house these past two weeks. on one of them her guest talked about the motherpeace and i was like i don’t know what that is but that word sounds. right. like part of me. that’s for me. i went to a metaphysical shop that i’m fond of where the clerk is this old jewish guy with one of the most distinctly southside chicago vibes i’ve ever felt and is constantly just giving medicine to customers. typically there’s a line 10 deep to talk to him and to ask him what metaphysical stuff to buy for certain situations. i never ask him anything but just enjoying listening to him talking to people. i found the motherpeace on the tarot shelf. there was only one. when i held it in my hands i felt as though i would burst into tears. it was 3x as much as most of the other decks so i hesitated since i’m trying to move and saving money. i thought maybe i’d get another little deck because really what’s going on is that i have a strong desire after such a heavy dose of ms mack’s medicine to get my hands into some cards. and my other decks are buried in storage. i even felt the motherpeace saying to me. you ain’t ready. my heart felt broken and achingly grateful and i felt crazy just holding it. i can’t explain it. i fucked around the shop for nearly an hour just listening and trying to talk myself out of buying it. finally i brought it up to the register and dude’s like “ohhhh yer gettin the MOTHERPEACE” and i was like fuuuuck and i had to do a little breathing technique to keep from bursting into tears on the spot. and then he said how he used to give talks on leftist feminist metaphysics and i was like hell yeah dude. i said this deck feels really intense i almost felt like it was telling me i’m not ready for it. and he was like you’ll be alright. and i said how i just don’t resonate with rider waite it feels so stuffy to me. so white and patriarchal. and he said oh yeah, this is your deck. and i felt like crying again. and then he asked if he could bless my hands and i said yes.