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multimetaverse · 4 years ago

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Riverdale 5x10 Recap

Bold move kissing your boss Jughead

Glen really out here trying to get to know Betty’s family better when they’re searching for her missing, possibly murdered, sister??

10 agents to search 321 kilometres of highway doesn’t sound very efficient

Extremely realistic that the FBI would task the daughter of a serial killer, whose sister is missing, with going over the tapes of her serial killer father

Gotta love how they did a 7 time jump to age the kids but they’re lives still revolve around the High School. At least this is the first Parent-Teacher night we’ve seen on the show

Does it even really matter if Chadwick doesn’t sign the divorce papers? At best all he can do is delay it

I’m shooketh that Cheryl called Nana Rose out for acting insane. Methinks the pot is calling the kettle black

What a bizarre use of the budget to rent out the park and hire those background extras just for this scene of Jughead’s agent walking to a bench holding a hotdog

Hiram really needs to do something really evil soon. He’s becoming a parody of himself, he’s literally plotting to disrupt the fucking parent-teacher night at the high school. And why does he just have Reggie for a henchman?

Lmao he’s mining for some metal called palladium under his prison? I’m getting real Avatar (the James Cameron movie) and unobtanium vibes from this plot. Well good luck taking down the Blossoms

I sure would like to know which enemy was able to kill 10 American soldiers in a single battle. Also the Silver Eagle is a boy scouts medal lmao

Are they trying to set it up so that Hal was murdering sex workers he met off a knockoff Craigslist like the Long Island Serial killer is believed to have done?

Oh no Chad has discovered Veronica’s open and public relationship with Archie

Is Archie really trying to equate him not wanting this medal to soldiers refusing to carry out illegal orders?

Nana Rose looking at Reggie like he’s a full course meal

Tabitha can do way better than Jughead

Maple mushrooms... my god the drugs on this show

Omfg this callback to the helicopter crash. Well this scene sure seems like setup for some sort of disaster to befall Varchie

Well not surprising that the twins have issues given their ancestry and home lives

Surely Cheryl would also need to sign off on any sale of the Blossom groves

Omg we finally got some background info on the war!! Archie was in Uzbekistan! The writers might have well just have said he was fighting in Afghanistan since they just ended up picking a nearby central Asian Muslim majority country

So General Taylor might have set Archie up on a dirty mission eh?

Hahaha Glen really thinks that his dissertation on the Cooper family’s dark history is gonna impress Betty

Oh hey Uncle Frank! looks like he really did turn himself in for his crimes after all

Good on Cheryl for assuming power of attorney for Nana Rose and thwarting Hiram’s takeover

Chad is being way too chill about the dissolution of his marriage (In fairness to Chad I think a tour of London dungeons would be a great date)

Not Cheronica having more chemistry during their divorce than they did during their marriage

That’s Hiram’s big plan? A prison break at his private prison?? Even if it ‘ruined’ Riverdale it’s bound to backfire when there’s an investigation of his management of the prison!

Reggie really just started a forest fire huh

Why is general Taylor there for parent-teacher night?

Omg Charles and Chic! And Chic has hideously long hair!

Hope Alice is right that Charles and Chic aren’t gonna hurt them

I had to pause for 30 seconds to laugh, this is too good. The first gay wedding on Riverdale is gonna be between Charles and Chic! And Alice is gonna be the minister! Moments like this are why I still watch this train wreck of a show

Pretty brutal fight scene. Clearly Archie picked up some tricks while serving in Uzbekistan

Well congrats to the Charles x Chic shippers, it took a while but you got your endgame

Oh Archie, it’s not like American High Schools aren’t full of guns

Well Betty just stabbed one gay man and shot another, homophobic queen

Don’t think we needed to spend quite this much time on Jughead tripping balls

Yaaas Penelope! I love this Blossom dialogue, one of the other reasons I still suffer through this show

Kinda surprising that it took this long for Chad to be revealed as a financial crook. It’s a hollow threat however, he can still testify against Veronica if they’re still married, he just can’t be compelled to

Guess they all escaped the school?

Love that Archie is just harbouring his fugitive Uncle like it’s no big deal

Looks like god (or the devil) listened to the Blossoms’ prayers and saved Thornhill

If Hiram is so concerned about shutting down the school why not just burn it down?

Well good thing Glen and Charles survived (what about Chic though?)

Is Betty going undercover as a truck driver?

Ru-oh Raggy that blood in the bunker and no Jughead sure looks bad

Well that was a pretty good mid-season finale by Riverdale standards. Until we meet again Riverdalers

#Riverdale #Betty Cooper #Jughead Jones #Charles Smith #Alice Cooper #Chic #Archie Andrews #Veronica Lodge #Varchie #Riverdale Recaps

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imaginethatneathuh · 4 years ago

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The Emperor: Mr World - American Gods

Mr World x insubordinate!reader, employer-employee

Mr World pisses you off.

Part of @dragon430’s Tarot Troop.

TW/CW: Arguments, mentions of bombs, slime, pranks, unfair double standards.

Word count: 1.1+ K

Not the best thing in the world.

•

You gently placed the slime bomb on the ceiling directly above World’s chair. The pink, glittery goop looked like it would make an epic mess. You giggled to yourself as you carefully made your way down the ladder.

‘Wait til he gets a load a this!’ you thought to yourself.

As quietly as you could, you closed the ladder shut and carried it out of World’s immaculate office.

•

Red numbers ticked down above World’s head as pretty pink slime pressed against the container.

8…

7…

6…

5…

4…

3…

2…

1…

0…

A loud, wet sound came from World’s office.

“Y/N!” He screamed.

You and Technical Boy looked at each other, standing pretty far away from his office. A grin spread across your faces before you burst out in laughter.

•

You sat outside World’s office.

The god had gone to clean up after your little prank. Pink and glitter, in your opinion, suited him much better than black and beige, but to each their own.

World, now in a clean navy suit, walked into his office, gesturing for you to follow.

You sucked your lips in slightly and stood up, following him into his still slime covered office.

“Sit,” he said, pointing to a miraculously clean chair. His voice was oddly calm which is never a good sign.

You sat down in the ridged chair. “What’s up, bossman?”

World stood behind his desk, but he didn’t sit. The swivel chair was still mostly covered in slime.

The stuff was super sticky.

“You know, outside these walls, you’d probably be arrested for acts like this,” he said, glaring down at you with that disapproving look he often used (on both you and Technical Boy). “You should be grateful I’ve been so lenient with you. Most would not.”

‘Lenient? Please. Last time I pulled something like this, you made me wash every single car the Agency had, twice,’ you thought, but didn’t say a word.

World gestured to his slime and glitter covered desk. “This is unacceptable behaviour, Y/N. You are a god. Not a child. You need to act like it.” He crossed his arms.

“‘Don’t hurt me, Archie. I’m only little.’” you quoted. After a stern glare, you kept talking. “I’m just having fun, boss. It’s not like you let me out to have any. I’m getting bored being stuck in here. Let me out! Let me have some fun!” Hands on the edge of your seat, you leant forward. “Media would have wanted me to have fun,” you joked.

Media had never given two shites about you.

At the mention of the upgraded goddess, World tensed, his scowl deepening. “You are going to stay here and clean up your mess.”

“But-”

“You are going to make sure this room is spotless,” he continued. “I want nothing less than perfection. If I see even a hint of pink, slime, or glitter here, I will make you hurt. Do you understand me?”

You fell back into your seat, jaw slack in disbelief. This wasn’t even the worst thing you’d done to him and he was acting like you’d just bombed Nagasaki. Well, he probably would have congratulated you if you had bombed Nagasaki. So it was more like you’d just sent an airplane into the Twin Towers.

Not even two weeks ago, New Media had done something like this to you and Technical Boy and she hadn’t gotten in any modicum of trouble. All she did was bat her eyelashes at World and he seemed to completely forget the transgression.

“New Media’s done worse than this and you don’t punish her!” You said.

“Y/N,” World said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I really don’t want to argue with you. Just do as you have been told.”

“No.” You stood. “New Media has literally pulled the exact same shite before and you didn’t do shite. Why do I get punished for doing what she did when she didn’t even get punished for it?”

He slammed his fists on the desk, slime sticking to him. “Y/N! That is enough. You will do as I say or I will throw you to the dogs. Do you understand me, you ungrateful brat?”

“I’d rather be thrown to the dogs than continue working under you with all these fucking double standards.” Instead of letting him say another word, you turnt and stormed out.

“Y/N,” World called. “Y/N!”

Tired, World sat on his chair, forgetting about the slime. A squish came out from the pink goop as he displaced it. A face of displeasure spread across his face as he nodded to himself.

“Just great,” he mumbled. “Just fucking great.”

•

Technical Boy watched as you stormed past him and into your room. He slipped his phone away and kicked off from the wall.

You furiously stuffed a bag.

He leant against the doorway and continued quietly watching you. “What are you doing?”

You threw your cloth-filled bag against a wall and sighed. Turning to Technical Boy, you breathed heavily.

The younger god walked toward you, concerned. “What’s the punishment this time?” He asked.

“He wants me to clean up everything. Which I would understand if he had punished New Media the same way. But he didn’t! He didn’t do anything when she did that to us. Why does he always treat us differently? I don’t understand it!” You kicked something on the ground.

Technical Boy shrugged. “He’s the boss. He calls the shots. We just do what he says. You get used to it.”

“No,” you said. “I won’t.” You picked your bag back up and finished packing it. “I’m done.”

“You’re gonna leave me here alone? With them?” He asked. “Cool. Cool. Whatever.”

“You’re trying to guilt trip me, aren’t you?”

“Depends. Is it working?”

You booped his nose. “Nope!”

“Dang,” he said, following you as you left the room.

•

Technical Boy and you stood next to your car.

“You sure I can’t convince you to stay and put up with this with me?” Technical Boy asked.

You nodded and tossed your bag into the back. “Hey, you’re always welcome to come with, mate. But, I ain’t doing this. When he treats New Media the same as he treats us, let me know and I’ll consider coming back.”

He nodded and you hugged him.

You pulled back and gently tapped his cheek. “Don’t cause too much trouble. Who knows what’ll happen without me here to act like a shield.”

“Fuck you. You ain’t my shield.”

“Yes, I am,” you said with a smile as you slid into the driver’s seat. “I mean, who else saved your arse from Media after that stunt you pulled a few years back? Cause it sure as Hell wasn’t World?” You started her up and drove off.

Technical Boy waved goodbye, a tight-lipped smile on his face. As you turnt into traffic, he stuffed his hands into his trousers and sighed. “Fuck me,” he grumbled.

#american gods #american gods fanfiction #tarot troop #mr world #mr world x reader

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tuttifuckinfruttifriday · 4 years ago

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Final part of The Letter >:D this was so much fun @randomly-a-fan ! Luv u❤️ so sorry it took so long!

Recap here !

The Reckoning

Pairing: Jason Voorheese x MJ, Jason Voorheese and MJ x Malon, side of Freddy Krueger x Malon, Archie x Malon,>:)) ?? x MJ and Jason

Warnings: Censored curse words, violence, gore/wounds , angst, small fluff, ?? being sweet, horror

This one might not be that good D: but I tried

Don’t hesitate to tell me the mistakes I made, since it’s long af<3

There’s a lot of time skip(—) but my ideas were mixed and I forgot some things and I’m lazy-

Songs I used:

Archie blinked slowly as he tried to find where he was, having no ideas and seeing as it doesn’t look like anybody’s here. Small parts of his memory were coming back to him very slowly, so he hoped to remember all soon....

And mostly hoped that Jason would do something about it. His father didn’t know about all that Freddy thing, nor his mother... so he couldn’t really except them to help. With a sigh, he walked around and tried to familiarize himself with the boiler room...

MJ was woken up with a gasp, sighing as she realized it was the same nightmare she had yesterday. A loud alarm was blaring from under the door and flashing red lights seeped through the cracks. “What’s going on?!” Panic took place as MJ’s eyes widened, her small frame shaking. There were screams outside, and she didn’t want to know who where their owners. Everything seemed like chaos, to her horrified satisfaction, there was even a coopery smell in the air, which told her that the people behind the door wouldn’t open it soon. A scream passed her lips as she realized she was wrong and there was a sudden banging on the metal, her hands clutching the white covers on the cheap bed. She panicked even more when the door started to open, ready to run outside when they’ll open it— Only to stare at the man before her. “W-what.....???” She was shocked and a little confused, his height difference being obvious. She saw the killer in the papers, but she never thought she would see him in real life... or even live long enough to take in his features. The silent killer only looked at her, his fist, face and white clothes bloodied, as he started walking. Was he sparing her?? Not wanting to be left alone and wanting to show him that she was grateful, she caught up to him. “Th-thank you...” The tall man didn’t show in any way that he heard her, but she was just happy he didn’t kill her. What she didn’t know tho is that he already knew her, but that’s a story for another time if any of you read the previous stories—

She walked alongside him, her shoulder brushing his big arm by moments. He didn’t seem to mind, but she was starting to feel anxious as they passed bloodied and destroyed corpses on the ground. When she wasn’t looking up at him, the killer’s blue eyes took her small frame in, no emotions on his face. The truth is, when he saw that she and Jason were taken, he waited in the open to get taken in. Even if it took some time for the smaller officers to get close to him, his plan worked, like always.

MJ’s eyes widened when she saw the figure of her undead husband approaching, a big smile on her face as she ran from the side of the long haired killer who saved her and embraced him, the latter doing the same and he smeared blood on her white clothes, but she didn’t care at the moment. The Shape looked at the reunion, a small sparkle of emotions blooming in his eyes for a really small second before it disappeared.

Some time later, in the dream realm, Freddy was looking at the newspaper, a growl escaping his throat as he read the titles. “Crystal Lake massacre escapes mental asylum!” “The Shape of Hadonfield taken in and escaping!” In his rage, the dream demon threw a mug that was on the table, scaring half to death the two kids in the corner. “That bxtch....” Rage engulfed him. How tf did Michael get into this?! Freddy grumbled.

The purple-haired clown was hiding the small redhead behind him, seeing that she was really scared. Malon started to feel sick as the heat seamed to increase, her small body not being able to bear it. When Archie felt her sliding down the wall, her feet coming to rest against his, he turned around and saw her breathing in big gasp, sweat literally dripping from her face and neck and he started to panic even more.

Having gotten out, the trio (Jason, MJ and Michael) walked into the parking, The Shape immediately going to a car and opening it with random keys the husband and wife didn’t notice. Suddenly, MJ doubled-over and gasped in pain as she felt really hot, her breaths coming in small gasps as she hyperventilated. Her husband immediately rushed towards her, getting down on his knees as he tried to understand what’s wrong, the click of the car’s locks audible behind him. But they didn’t have time for that, so he opened the door and before he could do anything, Michael took MJ and put her in the back before taking Jason by the arm and putting him in the driver side. He knew a little how to drive since he had to move some victim’s car, but he couldn’t for now because of his shock with being thrown in the seat and MJ moaning in pain at the back. Before he could do anything else, Michael closed the door and looked in the direction of where they came from, still with no emotions showing on his face, only a killer glare. If glares could kill, the nurses and police officers would be dead right now. His feet slammed on the pedal when shots rang, 2 bullets piercing the back window.

—

After being far enough from the hospital, Jason got into the back seat with MJ, who was feeling a little better now. “I-I’m okay now, baby...” “Thank you... And I-I’m so so sorry, it wasn’t me who sent the location—“ With wide eyes, he stopped her by putting his mask up and placing his cold lips softly on hers, one hand behind her head. Speechless and with a smile, MJ kissed him back. They cuddled and hugged for some time, and without realizing it, Jason fell asleep beside her. When she decided that she wanted to tell him about Malon’s situation, she realized he was sleeping... so she cuddled some more with a frown, knowing she wouldn’t be able to wake him up.

—

He was in a room he knew too well, having been here when he fought The Nightmare, Freddy Krueger. He couldn’t stop himself from letting out a shaky breath, his heart going a little faster as he remembered that day. “Well hello there, Big Guy.... Care to join the party?~” Jason turned around in a second as he saw the burnt guy before him, his rotten teeth into a wicked smile. Confused, he frowned and prepared his machete beside him, even if he knew it wouldn’t do anything to him. Party?? What party?? Eyes glancing down, he regretted it. Scratch marks and hair were all over the ground, even what looked like meat which he knew it wasn’t.

His eyes widened when he saw Malon’s body behind him, her red hair hiding her bloodied face and her body on the hot ground—

“Too late.”

—-

A breathless gasp escaped his unmasked face as he sat up, realizing that he was moving. MJ, who was driving, smiled sadly when she saw her husband awake. “Good, you’re awake.” She then stopped the car, turning the keys as Jason took his surroundings in. They were back at their house, the camp. A smile smile appeared on his face until he remembered what he saw in his dream and decided to tell his wife, the latter gasping in shock. “That... that’s probably the man that took her—“ A big hand was put in her shoulder as she started to hyperventilate again. She buzzed against it, the hand cupping her cheek as it’s owner made her look into his eyes, brown eyes blinking as he looked at his wife with a calm face. He knew what he had to do, he would do the same thing he did when Malon was taken the first time... He took his wife inside, her still shaking body wrapped tightly in his arms. Before starting with the plan, they changed their clothes and Jason carefully pushed MJ to get on the bed, taking his notepad and writing on it as she frowned. “She is in the dream realm, we’ll take her back.” “You.. You’re sure Jay..?” He gave a nod in response. So with a sigh, she leaned back and tried to sleep, Jason getting behind her carefully as he set the watch on his wrist, the last time he took it coming back to his mind. He put the minuter to 35 minutes and got down. Their bodies tangled together as they relaxed, their minds going blank as they fell into their nightmare.

Boiling hot steam streamed out of the groaning pipes above them as they got up, MJ taking Jason’s hand as her eyes darted back and forth. The father was determined to find his daughter, again, even if it took his own life this time. He didn’t knew why Freddy did this, why he tried to take all the good things he had, but what he was sure of is that he would make sure to take him back to the real world and make him pay. He knew that Malon wasn’t really dead, he felt it. He only wanted to provoque him, like that last time. His thoughts were cut short when he heard a boyish scream, followed by a high pitched one. He immediately ran toward the noise, MJ running after him with wide eyes, only to trip on a chain that came out of nowhere. “Jay—“ The metal wrapped tighter around her, making her whimper and silencing her. Jason’s steps immediately stopped as he turned toward his lover, his machete at the ready. Not even taking the time to think, he swung the weapon with so much force that the chain creaked and almost broke, finally breaking when he gave another. He caught her body, slowly placing it ont he ground before kissing her head and running toward the noise again, leaving his lover all wrapped up in the rusty metal. Ignoring her calls, he knew she would be safer there. A quick glance at his watch, his breathing hitched in his throat when he saw he had only 20 minutes.

When Jason finally found the source, after 10 minutes of running around in circle, he had to hold back another gasp. Before him were Archie and Malon, the two of them covered in bruises. He didn’t know what was more shocking, Malon sweating and looking sickly pale on the ground, or Archie standing before her protectively, a claw mark on his face and two on his arm. The scratches weren’t deep, but it still looked like it really hurt. They looked like they’d been through hell, small burns covering their bodies.

He couldn’t hold himself back, jumping and tackling Freddy who only now realized his presence. They fought on the ground for some time, Malon crying and whimpering in the background as Archie tried to calm her and watched silently. Each time the dream demon tried to wrapped something around him or disappear, he would always find him at the end. Jason gave all he could, almost getting transpierced by his own weapon. 3 mins. He made sure Malon and her friend were alright before he kicked the brunt man two or three times, making him bark out a laugh. He then rolled to the side as Freddy’s glove was about to slash, taking down the kids with him as the watch finally beeped—

He rolled down the bed as he woke up, the children groaning as they came in contact with the hard floor. MJ was still sleeping, so he made sure to carry her somewhere safer before The Nightmare appeared and slashed at his back, making his daughter scream as she fell and MJ waking up. The two female screamed and cried as they hugged each other, the older one taking the small boy and pulling him back as he tried to get into the fight.

Freddy got thrown through the window as Jason jumped too, Malon following closely behind without him noticing. She was scared for her father and knew that she could never beat a grown man, but her curiosity got the best of her. They got to the lake, Jason forgetting his fears as he continued to slash his weapon, smirking under his mask when he sees Freddy leaning down and panting. They fell to the ground, and as he raised his machete and was going to kill him, the man under said something that made him stop.

“Come on, momma’s boy. Slash me infront of your daughter.~” he dared to look behind him as he caught his daughter small frame behind him, her eyes wide open. The demon had the smuggest look on his face, which didn’t help Jason’s decision as he put his arms on top of his head as he brought down the weapon with his two hands, hearing the sickening sound of the blade transpiercing his flesh.

#jason voorheese #freddy krueger #randomly a fan #michael myers #rz #rob zombie michael myers

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rockmiyabideusexmachina · 5 years ago

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2020 Megaman Valentine’s Day Contest - Cat. 2 (Humor) Results!

For the humor category this year, the theme focused on bubble-themed characters from any Mega Man series “bombing” a romantic bubble bath scene between another couple to ruin the romance.

There were a total of 11 entries for this category this year. Thank you all for your participation! Just like for the talent entries, I really went back and forth on deciding placements, so you did not make it easy on me!

Again, raffle prize winners will be contained in both posts, so keep an eye out between your name and your art. Not all raffle prize winner are contained in this post. I’ll be contacting all winners soon enough, so sit tight! Might be late after work tonight, so don’t panic if you don’t hear from me right after this is posted.

Your category winners and full gallery of entries are right here, after the break:

Category 2 (Humor) - Bubble Man Bath Bomb

[Full Humor Gallery]

1.) @janitorbot:

*For coming in 1st, janitorbot has won $100 via Paypal, or a prize of their choice up to that value AND a Rockman 7 Coloring Book.*

You might think the token Akane bribery pic is a surefire way to win my contests, but you would be wr...Ok, yeah, sorry, it looks that way, doesn’t it? But in terms of pure comedic setup, in order to have Cancer Bubble interrupt at the most inopportune time, janitorbot’s comic made me laugh the most. Along with all the great facial expressions in each panel, I found this piece very amusing!

2.) @drewblossom:

*For coming in 2nd, drewblossom has won $50 via Paypal, or a prize of their choice up to that value AND a Rockman 7 Coloring Book*

Even though technically the first part of the comic is just taken from my description for the theme, and amusingly kept in

I liked how you set up the romantic scene to start out the comic. I felt bad for Splashy, but I also had to laugh that Bubble Man’s best way of consoling her, when he just ruined her relaxing me-time, was to pat her on the helmet repeatedly. Cute, and hit the right feels. Her pained expressions in the last two panels make me smile, even if I feel bad for her head getting tapped like a whack-a-mole.

3.) dmr:

*For coming in 3rd, dmr has won $25 via Paypal, or a prize of their choice up to that value*

Tia’s look of dread walking in on a seemingly naked Ace, with his ‘Mega Snack’ just swaying in the wind for the whole room to see, might feel more embarrassing than funny. But that sinister Cancer Bubble sure seems to be enjoying the show he’s created, after swiping Ace’s trunks at the absolute worst moment for the Satella Police officer. XD Part of me wishes there was a reaction shot of Ace’s face as well for comedic value, (especially if snippy crab claws grabbed the trunks right off his body...I mean, yikes, I wouldn’t want them near me down there!) even though I know it’d take away from the composition a bit. Either way, my imagination leads me to think of those funny reactions in my head, without directly seeing them.

And the remaining wonderful entries, in alphabetical order by alias:

CreeperFlowey :

Hate to burst X and Zero’s bubble, but it seems like a junky old robot is about to put them in danger (wrap)! X’s waving hand and jump-back reaction to seeing Burst Man pop out, while Zero just nonchalantly looks on made me smile.

@dahlia-the-nurd:

I literally could hear the slurping sounds in my head as I read this. And how polite of Snake Man to not use tongue when Gemini went in for the kiss, despite it hanging out in every other part of scene. XD I also like how Snake Man’s snake head eye also adjusted in reaction to being interrupted, that was clever and amusing!

dawwe0:

I really thought the pop-up Screw Driver as a table for their champagne glasses was a neat, creative idea! Both Rock and Splash are at ease, and it’s a very cute scene, but it leaves me wondering what Bubble’s plan actually is here. What Macbeth-ian witchcraft and burning sensation is he about to cause?!

FluffyFrostyFury (with bonus full Fire Man dakimakura art): *Raffle Prize Winner* Archie Comics: Issue 15 Page 20

Bringing new meaning to drawing a hot bath, I liked your concept of the embarrassing, innocent walk-in here. Both putting Heat comfortably in a bubble bath, along with Bubble Man’s reaction/pose to seeing Heat cuddling his daki in the bath were very amusing. Something more than the flames of justice are burning in Heat Man’s heart. The heart-shaped flame atop Fire Man’s head was a cute addition to your dakimakura.

@hyperbole1729:

No movie gets me in the mood more than StarPotterReloaded. I mean, I don’t know how anyone gets past the first 10 minutes. Especially with a pair of luscious lips like that on the screen. LOL With all the movie magic alterations Videoman made in many an Axess episode, it seems like only fitting karma for a film to be ruined on him - and ruin his moment - here.

@inanehipsterslang:

As much as I know this is unfinished and not how you wanted to submit it, I’m definitely interested in where you do eventually take it. From Jewel’s flirtatiousness, the double-entendres, and ‘gemsona’ scene, to a happy munching Catfish, there’s a lot that gave me a big smile already.

@tapovich-kun:

Here we’ve got the ol’ mistakenly-swapped bubble box...or was it? Without actively showing up in the bath scene, Bubble Man makes his presence known with bubble-encased spiky bombs, that also apparently happen to play his stage theme song. I didn’t know Robot Masters had fingernails to clip, so that made me laugh, too! Good job of balancing the cute, romantic scene to start it out, with the more devious and sinister interruption in your comic.

Yuri Kadry:

As the only pixel artist in this category, I applaud you for doing so well in a different medium. They have their own nice, unique look from the typical Mega Man sprites. And even without heavy detail, the tub/bubble part of the scene itself stands out in a really nice way! Love how expressive each character is, as Bubble Lead Rock is about to burst everyone’s bubble, once contact is soon made.

#Rockman #Megaman #Mega Man #Rock Miyabi's 2020 Megaman Valentine's Day Contest

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recentanimenews · 5 years ago

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Why Eggman Is the Only Good Thing to Come out of Sonic X

There’s a saying that all great heroes need a great villain, and in the case of Sonic the Hedgehog, that really couldn’t be any more true; after all, where would SEGA’s iconic mascot be without his equally great villain, Dr. Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik? While everyone is hopping on the Jim Carey train thanks to the new live-action movie, we figured now was a great time to remind everyone of the one true shining Chaos Emerald of the Sonic X anime: Eggman himself! That’s right, the rotund and robust professor of pain is, really, the only thing Sonic X did that’s worth remembering. So, for this momentous movie event, we figured there’s no better way to honor the legacy of Eggman than to talk about why he single handedly made Sonic X worth watching.

Chances are that if you grew up in the US sometime between the '90s and '10s, you watched a lot of your anime on TV during your childhood. For many anime fans, that meant healthy doses of WB and 4Kids inspired treatments of shows, and Sonic always featured prominently in those Saturday morning blocks somewhere. But the first real Sonic anime to hit American television, Sonic X, took a departure from the Archie comics inspired weirdness of previous Sonic cartoons to present a modern, updated, post-Sonic Adventure 2 vision of Sonic: Sonic X! And boy, was it not very good!

Now, we get it, we aren’t trying to assassinate your childhood or anything; we thought the show was kinda fun too when we were younger. But looking back on it, the weird story of Sonic and company being transported to Earth and living with a generic, no-name character and his weirdo family certainly wasn’t the type of Sonic storylines we expected to be seeing (although the opening song was pretty legendary). Even worse, the show tried to balance the absolutely bloated cast of Sonic Adventure, including appearances by Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Shadow, Rouge, Amy Rose, Cream the Bunny, Big the Cat, and even the Chaotix team for some reason. But the true star that made the show entertaining was the good doctor himself, Eggman! Without Eggman, the show was frankly boring and pretty flat, with storylines like Sonic trying to beat a racecar driver (which we all knew he could do anyway, right?!). No, Sonic X owes all of its greatest moments to Eggman: blowing up the moon and making a new, better moon, awakening Shadow, and even defeating the intergalactic horror of the Metarex were all only possible because of the ingenious skills inside that beautiful brain.

And, yes, Eggman is the villain of a kids show; most of his plans aren’t very complicated or evil, but they propelled the entire plot of the series in most cases; heck, he even draws his own money while pretending to be President instead of doing anything really evil or creative with the idea. But without Eggman’s schemes, most of the first two seasons go absolutely nowhere, and it’s only due to his determination to defeat Sonic and take over the world that Shadow is even discovered in the first place.

But perhaps Eggman’s greatest single accomplishment in Sonic X is the story of how he blew up the moon. Yes, you read that correctly: the sphere in the sky responsible for controlling tidal flow and other things was “accidentally” destroyed by the great doctor; we know, he probably didn’t mean to cause any real harm. After all, he invented a NEW moon to take its place! What a great guy!

The moon saga of Sonic X remains one of the funniest memories of the entire series (and, personally, the main reason I even remember the show at all). It features all of the general ridiculous ideas you might expect in a Saturday morning cartoon, with the cast acting almost entirely out of character, save for Eggman, who of course is working a long con of helping the people of Earth after he LITERALLY BLEW UP THEIR MOON ON PURPOSE by selling “sunshine balls,” and when Sonic catches on that this plan isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, gets the President of “a country” to agree to take martial action against Sonic.

Honestly, rewatching it, the entire sequence feels like it’s borrowing cues from the conclusion of Devilman, with the main cast being harassed and swarmed by angry mobs of random people, lusting for the blood of Sonic, while Eggman simply reclines and bides his time before finally gagging the President and… drawing money with his own face on it. That’s it. That’s his final, real idea for this caper. Assuming that he’ll become the next President once Sonic is dead and the world is at his fingertips, Eggman simply ties up the current President and… doodles fake money, before, of course, Sonic comes and ruins everything by saving the day. Nerd.

Almost every story in Sonic X works in this fashion when Eggman is involved, and the 70+ episode-long series really owes it to him for carrying all of the weight of the show on his back. The Earth-based storylines, like the race car driver and other goofy things, are barely even worth watching, let alone remembering, and it isn’t until Eggman makes some sort of appearance on screen that anyone should even care about the show. Eggman is reverse Poochy: everyone should be asking where Eggman is at all times, but unironically.

In the climactic ending of the third season, Super Sonic and Super Shadow can’t even defeat the Metarex without Eggman’s help, and literally no other character is in any way more useful than the doctor that they’ve all been negging on for the entire series. Shows how grateful they really are! Frankly, this type of villain reversal was always a common, but fun, trope in Saturday morning TV fair, and Sonic X really nailed it by taking advantage of how awesome Eggman really was in order to pull it off effectively.

Honestly, maybe that’s what makes Eggman so great in general as far as a villain and a character is concerned. Although his plans usually amount to being totally ridiculous (seriously, just… going to turn animals into robots? That’s your big plan?), when Sonic series media wants things done or explained, it generally falls to Eggman to do it. Shadow? Eggman. Chaos? Eggman. Chaos Control? Also Eggman. The entire point of Sonic in any game, comic, show or movie has no momentum unless Eggman appears to push things along and get the blue rat to lace up his sneakers.

Even the final episode of Sonic X requires Eggman to intervene in order to send original character and human protagonist, Chris, back to Earth, because no one else is smart enough to get the dimensional machine working again. Without Eggman, Chris would have just been stuck in Sonic’s world as a 12 year old forever, but you didn’t hear Eggman begging to be thanked for all of his hard work! Instead, Eggman simply takes it all in stride, claiming that Chris makes Sonic too strong, and sends him home. What a secret softie!

As Sonic’s movie hits theaters and people start to fondly reminisce on what they loved the most about the franchise, we hope that this little PSA has reminded you of what’s truly important: that Sonic X was a pretty whatever show with one of the best characters of all time: Dr. Eggman! Doctor, we salute you in all that you do!

Are you an Eggman fan? Did Eggman write this? Let us know what you think in the comments!

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bandersn-atch-blog · 6 years ago

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Tag Game

Rule: tag 10 followers you want to know better

I was tagged by: @fionnlydarling thank you! this is my first tag game too lol

Name: A (my names kinda weird and i’d prefer to just be called by my first initial :~))

Star Sign: Pisces

Height: Iike 5′3/5′4

Middle Name: I dont have one but my mom likes to say that my great grandmother’s name is my middle name so Constance i guess?

Put your music on shuffle. What are the first 4 songs to pop up?

Brockhampton - Face

King Krule - Portrait In Black And Blue

Jagger Finn - Vas

The Neighbourhood - Scary Love

Grab the closest book to you and turn to page 23. What’s line 17?

"It was a good job it was not a real pistol he was holding, Winston thought.” (its 1984 and its the part where Mrs. Parson’s kids pretend to vaporize Winston lol)

Ever had a poem or song written about you?

i dont think i have??

Who is your celebrity crush?

this is list is a little long and weird but Fionn Whitehead (great actor and very pretty boy), Timothee Chalamet (he is so pretty), Harry Styles (this one is new and he dresses nice and paints his nails how could i not love him?), King Krule (Archie kinda looks like he’d put a cigarette out on my forehead and then spit on me but i love that boy), Jhene Aiko (she’s literally a goddess), Donald Glover (he’s so talented in so many different things???), Michael Cera (i dont know where this came from or when it started but i find him really cute)

What’s a sound you hate, and another one you love?

i really hate the sound of people cracking their necks or knuckles i have no idea why but it just pains me to hear it and i love the sound of rain (cliche) and airplane white noise!! this is so weird but i would play youtube videos of plane ambiance while study and reading and stuff the noise is so relaxing to me

Do you believe in ghosts?

i think i do? i think that pieces of people’ spirts and stuff can be left behind or like connect to objects and stuff

How about aliens?

i’ve always believed in aliens i literally grew up with my dad playing me x-files episodes and space is infinite so even if it’s just like a small form of bacteria on another planet or something there has to be aliens

Do you drive?

no lol i don’t really need to drive anywhere cause the subway is super acessesable for me and i’m also a really nervous person so i don’t think i’d make a very good driver

If so have you ever crashed!

i almost hit a tree in a parking lot when my dad was trying to teach me last year lol

What was the last book you’ve read?

the last book i read was 1984 and it was for class but i’m really happy that i actually read it because it’s so interesting and feels even more relevant than ever

What was the last movie you saw?

the last movie i saw was The Ballad of Buster Scruggs and i enjoyed the first few stories i dont watch a lot of westerns but it was on my Oscars watchlist also its on netflix so check it out if you want

Do you have any obsessions?

i’ve really gotten into film and just watching movies in the past year i really like looking at different genres and watching foreign films also really like filming stuff i have a camcorder that used to be used for my family’s home and i film my friends and places i go a lot and once i have enough footage i’ll put it all together and show it to them i used to do this with movies i liked but it takes so long and i haven't had a lot of time to do it i’m also a little obsessed with renaissance art and stuff that has to do with angels i just really like the aesthetic of it

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

ehh kind of it really depends on what they’ve done if it’s something really out of line then yes but i tend to let stuff go really easily

In a relationship?

yeah i’ve been in a relationship for about a year and a half and it’s been wild lmao

I tag: @ayeayecaptaingally @littlemiss-nob0dy @cloudydevils

#ahh thank you for tagging me :~)

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onceuponamirror · 7 years ago

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rating: T

summary: Jughead was supposed to be the one that got away. He wasn’t supposed to feel the flames licked at his feet, the rattling sound of a snake moving through grass; rubber on the road, blood on the tongue, a whispered eulogy to the quiet little boy who just liked his books.

Or, he gets himself in over his head with a bet and a drag race, it’s the first time he sees his girlfriend since she’s broken up with him—and he doesn’t know what he’s feeling, except that he’s feeling it all.

notes: about the amount of angst you might expect, but not all is lost. based on spoilers, speculative for 2.06. working through some of my thoughts in fic form.

read above on ao3 or below the cut. pretty please drop me a review if you do! x

A drag race.

Like a fucking idiot, he had agreed to a drag race. And, well, there were a few problems with that.

One, he doesn’t have a license. This one is probably the least of his worries, given his new affiliations with certain notorious gangs. And he technically can drive, if one counted slapstick attempts at it at midnight in a grocery store parking lot.

Two, and rather much more glaringly, he doesn’t have a car.

Three, and the one that didn’t necessarily get him into this mess but certainly did not fucking help it along, he definitely shouldn’t have ever told his father about the Serpents.

But—he’d find out soon enough, and Jughead had thought it was information better delivered personally. He had expected the reaction he received; he just didn’t expect the consequences.

His father, who told another father, who told his son. Who felt it was his place to make sure Jughead didn’t do anything stupider—rich, coming from the guy who turned himself into a viral epitaph. Who had gotten annoyingly good at hiding in the shadows, who had followed him, who the Ghoulies had smugly demanded be Jughead’s passenger in said race.

Why did he tell his dad? Why did his dad have to tell Fred Andrews? Why—

He knows why.

In lieu of his words, his father had banged a loud fist against the plexiglass separating them in prison. Jughead had watched the way that fist had sort of melted, weary, witheringly, his fingers slowly spreading out against the windowpane and dragging down it like a last breath.

His father, unshaven, his eyes red.

Disappointment.

And he knew why; Jughead was supposed to be the one that got away. He wasn’t supposed to feel the flames licked at his feet, the rattling sound of a snake moving through grass; rubber on the road, blood on the tongue, a whispered eulogy to the quiet little boy who just liked his books.

Jughead had steeled himself for all of that, perhaps even figured that his father might call someone, try to stop it, maybe even expected that it would be the Andrewses—he just didn’t think it would work.

Jughead still doesn’t know how, and he sure as hell doesn’t know why, but maybe it’s the fact that golden boy Archie Andrews, onetime-perhaps-longtime-owner-of-Batman-pajamas, general Spiderman theologian, just can’t help himself from girdling into his superhero pants and trying to save the day.

And now, Reggie glares at him from across the shop room, in the high school that seems now so far away.

Attempting to ignore him, Jughead moves forward towards the popped engine, prepared to see what kind of machinery he has to work with. Granted, he doesn’t know much about cars, just what Betty had—

He cuts that thought right off, furious it even dared to appear.

“Not you,” Reggie barks at the same moment, looking murderous. “I don’t want your little snake hands in the engine.”

“Snakes with hands are called lizards,” Jughead growls under his breath, attempting to count backwards from five. “And newsflash, Reggie, I’m going to have to touch the car at some point, if I’m going to drive it.”

“That so, Ponyboy? I can still change my mind,” Reggie sneers, his lips thin. He jumps up from his slouched post against another car, looking ready for a fight.

“Hey, hey,” Archie interrupts, both of his hands pressed out into the air, as if up against two invisible walls. “Come on guys, we’re all on the same side here. For now,” he adds pointedly, as Reggie’s mouth opens with a snarl. He faces Reggie fully. “We don’t like the Ghoulies any more than they do, remember?”

They, Jughead hears, as a little inch of pain flares across his cheek, at the spot where Sweet Pea’s brass knuckles found purchase.

Years and years of Reggie and his yolk’s us vs. thems and it never truly felt real until Archie called him a they. He is they. He is finally the other his whole life was prophesized to become.

And that’s what you wanted. Or at least what you chose, he reminds himself, straightening and meeting Archie’s eye now. “Enemy of my enemy,” Jughead summarizes tersely, unable to hold the gaze and quickly turning back towards the engine.

“I still don’t want him touching the insides,” Reggie snaps, and Jughead throws the rag over his shoulder across the room in frustration.

“Well then what the hell are you proposing, Schrodinger? How can I simultaneously be inside the car, driving it, and never touch it? Any other theoretical paradoxes you want me to take a whack at?” Jughead bites out, his patience, already so long tested, feels perilously thin, limply dangling around like the bare stem of a dandelion with all the wishes blown off it.

Reggie’s mouth opens and closes, his lip curled. He fidgets so that his arms re-cross, clearly without an answer. After a moment, his eyes slide over to Archie for assistance.

“Betty,” Archie sighs, more to himself than anyone.

“Forget it,” Jughead says immediately, his skin suddenly feeling hot and sticky and clammy and he feels the way Betty looked right before he kissed her for the first time, her brain whirring, her eyes wide, on the precipice of— “This isn’t worth it. I’ll find another ride.”

He makes it about a second before he hears Archie’s footsteps quickly after him, and a moment later there is a wall of letterman blocking his exit strategy. “Get out of my way,” he says, a ticking in his cheek.

Archie stares at him, and for a moment, Jughead might swear there’s something very, very wrong with his expression. Raw, to the point of pity. Not quite regret, but bit and swallowed down, like a secret, a warring thought.

And then it’s gone.

“I’m terrible at shop. This car, and Betty, are our best options,” Archie says, in the matter-of-fact voice he always uses when he hasn’t actually thought anything through.

“Our?” Jughead repeats dubiously, a scoff bubbling up like acid. “Our? Archie, there is no our. It’s just the Serpents, and me. My neck on the line. I’m the one who made the deal. You were just—just—there!” He sputters through the last bit, anger running up his neck and clouding his thoughts.

“Yeah, I was. And I’m part of it now, whether either of us like or not. So we need to win. And I don’t know a lot about cars but I know that one’s fast,” Archie counters, throwing a splayed hand out towards the sleek black Camaro. “We’re not going to do better than this. I’ll go talk to her, okay?”

Whatever modicum of logic had been building in his head clutters to the ground like proverbial Jenga.

“Perfect,” he growls, his hands flying up around his face. “Yeah, yeah, you go talk to her. She a-a-always listens to Archie, right? She’ll do a-a-anything for Archie.”

He doesn’t recognize his own voice.

Even out of the corner of his eye, he sees Reggie’s head dart up, tuning in on the conversation.

Archie blinks, that earlier, pitiful look returning, and he fucking hates it. “Jug—”

“Why do something as cliche as break up over text when you can send a former crush, right?” He says bitterly, stomping away from Archie and back towards the car, for he has nowhere else to go with his once-twice-lost-best friend still blocking the exit.

The faraway look in Archie’s eye grows, and it appears as though he’s trying to find something to say, but the words must burn out of him, because he deflates and shoots a withering look at Reggie. “Make sure he doesn’t leave,” he says firmly, and Reggie rolls his eyes, but appears to take it as an order.

And then Archie is turning on his heel and disappearing down a school corridor, off in pursuit of the absolute last person Jughead wants to see.

There’s literally no point in sticking around, he tells himself, and immediately makes for the door.

“Not so fast, Baby Driver,” Reggie tuts, pushing himself off from his perch, his arms swinging.

“What are you gonna do Reg, slam me into a locker? Dump out my bag? Rip up my homework?” Jughead presses dubiously, but much to his surprise, Reggie has cut around him and dug one hand into his chest, shoving Jughead back a step.

“Always knew you were a little punk,” Reggie replies in an odd, strained voice, like perhaps that, for all his years of bullying and taunting, this is the first time he truly doesn’t know how he feels about him. Something straddling the line of I feel sorry for you and I want to punch you in the face.

“Yeah, well, finally decided to live up the aesthetic,” Jughead returns curtly. “Let me pass, Reggie.”

“Archie said to stick put.” He smiles below the eyes, clearly relishing in his role as enforcer.

“Didn’t realize you were his lackey. Thought you were the team captain,” Jughead mutters, hoping a little bit of manipulation of a jock’s ego will get him out. He starts to get a little nervous when Reggie looks briefly frustrated, but doesn’t budge from his post. Another couple of seconds pass, and Jughead begins to pace.

He can’t be here when Betty arrives.

His last memory of her is at Pop’s, the whispered wish to run away. The way she’d clung to the kiss and beamed at him from over her shoulder. A face so at odds with the words Archie had thrown at him; the words Jughead had known to be true.

He knew he couldn’t have her and the Serpents, and he’d already chosen by the time the axe fell.

Greater good, he’d reasoned. The Serpents were running wild with people like Sweet Pea in charge. They were talking about bombs. Greater good. Of all people, couldn’t Betty understand that?

Apparently not.

But.

Romeo and Juliet, she’d offered tearfully. With a happy ending.

“Get out of my way,” he barks at Reggie, his heart fluttering madly against his chest, a bird feverishly looking for an exit, rustling wings he can hear all the way up to his ears.

“You’re gonna have to—” But Reggie doesn’t finish the sentence, because the door swings open, and through it materializes Archie, and a moment later, Betty.

Jughead’s first two thoughts make absolutely no sense together.

One, she is still beautiful.

Two, she looks terrible.

She is always beautiful, he reasons, and always has been, long before they were anything to label—but even on the moments where she was anguishing over Polly’s disappearance, edging closer and closer to truth and becoming more frazzled and frayed for it—she never looked like this.

Something is very wrong, he thinks, well before he can help it.

Her hair is loose in a limp bun, uncharacteristic locks of blonde falling against her forehead. Long gone seems the perky, bouncy ponytail he used to catch himself following.

Her eyes, normally so luminous and green and filled with the book of her that he grew up reading—are empty and dull, purplish bags slung low underneath, little hammocks of sleeplessness that he has never once in sixteen years seen on her face.

Her head is bowed, and slowly rises to meet his attention. Betty’s bottom lip immediately quivers and she sucks it between her teeth as her eyes dart away and onto the car.

She walks past him, books squeezed tightly against her chest, her knuckles wrapped so firmly around the covers that he can see them burning white. His instinct is to reach out and uncurl each finger one by one and hide a kiss there, and the memory of such lashes through him with a searing pain.

“This is a nice car,” she says softly, in the direction of Reggie.

Her voice, much like her eyes, is listless.

It doesn’t make any sense. If this is what she wanted—if she was so ashamed of him, if she was the one who pushed him away—her, of all people, after all honesty he’d shared, after all abandonment issues aired like dirty laundry swaying on the line—why does she look so miserable?

His gaze bores into her, trying to riddle through it.

What if she regrets it? He thinks, in a childish, rushed voice. Did her mind change? Does she know about Toni? Shit, Toni.

It brings reality down hard on the feverish spot of hope taking form under his skin—even if… Well, there was no coming back. He’d let Toni kiss him, kissed her back even, let himself be lost in someone wanting him, accepting him, admiring him.

For every time he’d ever cringed over Archie’s wandering eye, every time he’d stashed the word fuckboy in the back of his thoughts, Jughead had gone and taken what someone could give him even as his chest beat out a staccato to another name.

His shoulders slacken. Numbly, as if from another vantage point, he watches himself watching her, tracing the movements as she sheds her coat and deposits her books onto a table. Betty’s motions are slow, ghost-like.

Something is very wrong, he thinks again.

“Engine looks fine,” Betty says a moment later, her head underneath the hood. She reaches up and rubs her cheek, leaving a spot of oil that he can’t help but find adorable. Stop it.

“So are we good to go?” Archie says, coming up next to her and peeking inside for himself.

“Um, there’s one gasket screw that’s a little loose. Nothing that I think would really be an issue, but I can tighten it up for you just in case,” Betty sighs, looking over at Reggie. She seems to be trying very hard to keep her eyes from Jughead, but as he’s standing next to the football player, they shift slightly onto him, almost unconsciously.

They quickly dart away.

“You know, it’s hot when a girl knows her cars. You can always take a look under my other hood, if you ever wanted,” Reggie says, in a slick voice, sliding closer to her alongside the worktable he’s now leaning against.

Jughead can’t believe what he’s hearing. She can’t be single for five minutes without Edward Sleazy Hands finding an innuendo to throw her way?

He knows he has no leg to stand on, especially given the problem with Toni and the lack of attempt he’s made to stop it before he hurts her too, but that doesn’t mean he has to stick around and watch this unfold.

Before he can go, however, Betty glances over at Jughead once more, her eyebrows in a knot, and his mind empties of rage. He tries to focus on the spot of car oil on her cheek. Tries to think about anything but the fact that the girl he loves is already a memory.

“Down, Reggie,” Archie cuts through his thoughts, breaking the moment for all of them. Jughead can’t decide if it makes him angrier than grateful. He wonders why Betty didn’t shut Reggie down herself—he thought she’d gotten better at standing up to that. But she just curls further inward, as if already having mentally checked out.

Reggie’s eyes flick onto Jughead for a moment and then he puts his hands up in mock surrender. “Okay, okay, jeez,” he mutters.

The ringing of the school bell spares them another round of awkward staring around the circle, and Reggie starts to gather his things.

“Come on Andrews, we got practice. I trust Betty with the car,” he says, shouldering into his letterman jacket. Archie doesn’t move, glancing at Betty nervously. “You can’t miss your first day back or Weatherbee might cut ya again, bro.”

“Go,” he hears Betty say softly. “I’ll stay and finish this.”

“You don’t have a paper deadline?” Jughead asks before he can help himself. It’s a Friday at 3:30—normally, Betty would be running around in a tizzy trying to finalize bylines, not offering to do someone’s favors.

Betty stares at him, her teeth swiping over her bottom lip once more.

“Archie,” Reggie urges, pushing on his arm, when he still doesn’t move, watching the two of them carefully. “Cannot—be—late.”

“Go,” she says again, and then the two of them are at last gone. He is alone with Betty, and although he’d like nothing more but finally grasp his opportunity to flee, he finds his feet rooted to the spot.

“You don’t have a paper deadline?” He repeats, for lack of anything better to say.

“No,” she says, after a long moment. “Um, the paper’s on—well, it’s on hold. For now.”

He gapes at her. “What?”

“He didn’t want—” She starts to say, and then her eyes widen, and her mouth snaps shut. “It was just too much for one person’s plate,” she explains quickly. “Until I find another writer, I couldn’t…”

She trails off, and the words unsaid hang between them.

Jughead blinks as she turns and buries her face in the engine; watches as her shoulders shake and shudder almost imperceptibly.

And despite how hurt and angry he still is, despite the hammer banging down a name he doesn’t want to deal with, he thinks once again that something is very wrong, and makes his choice.

He moves to stand beside her, unsure what to say at first.

“Betty,” he murmurs, his voice choked around the word. “What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

Slowly, her head rises, looking up at him. Her eyes are still blown and still broken. She looks, unmistakably, on the verge of tears.

“Everything,” she whispers tremulously. “Everything is wrong.”

Up close, he can see much more purple under her eyes.

Betty opens her mouth to say something else, her gaze roving over him and glossing over, looking absolutely nothing short of tortured—and then her phone rings.

Blaringly loud and jarringly poppish, some kind of jangle of yesteryear, they both jump back from one another. He hadn’t even realized how closely they’d moved together, but now she’s scuttling far away from him, grabbing for the buzzing and singing phone shockingly fast.

She buries it against her chest and hastily gathers her books and jacket. “I have to go,” she says in one breath, and he’s sure there’s something sliding down her cheek because he can see water trying to mix with the stain of oil there.

Oil and water, he thinks bitterly, watching her go, not bothering to call her name.

It’s an apt metaphor for the two of them, and he hates it. Hates everything. Hates himself for thinking it, hates her for abandoning him when she’d assured him things would be okay.

And yet, blindly, furiously, stubbornly, like a candle he can’t blow out, knows it’s not hate at all. Never could be.

He stares after the place where she disappeared, and thinks it to himself once more.

Something is very wrong.

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #betty cooper #jughead jones #i hate that i love writing angst #but i also got to do some reggie/jug banter which #is forever my fav #fics

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sadjuggie-blog · 8 years ago

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Perfection - Jughead x Reader

Request — Anonymous asked: Juggie x reader where reader's thought of as pretty but hasn't dated anyone before because most guys just Like her for her looks. One day a bully tries to force himself on her and a wild Jughead appears and saves the day??? Thanks

A/N — Thank you so much for all the positive feedback I got on my last imagine! I thought I rushed it completely and I felt like it wasn’t like the request, but it made me happy seeing all the likes and shares. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this imagine!

Words: 2500

Warnings: Bullying, swearing, signs of sexual harassment and angst

(Y/N) , (Y/L/N) , (S/C) , (H/T) — Your name, your last name your favourite colour, skin colour, home town

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She was just one other face in the hallway, but somehow she stood out. The boys, along with some girls, made her their main interest. Sure, by now she was use to it, but in a bad way. (Y/N) was the most gorgeous girl at Riverdale High School. Everyone was after her, including the people who kept silent. In fact, that was Riverdale’s own Jughead Jones. He was afraid all they would ever get to if they had the chance was be lab partners. Sadly, nothing else, or so he thought.

You moved to Riverdale a year ago from (H/T). Straight away as you walked through those great big halls on your first day, you were afraid it would be exactly like your old school. Your parent’s got a job offer, meaning they had to move to Riverdale. Of course it wasn’t a bad thing, but what was ahead of her was. A new movie, a new start, was all she wanted when learning that she was moving far away. Thank god, is all you thought to yourself.

The reason why you hated your old school was due to only one person. In fact, that person was a boy. A cute boy at the time, but learnt later on to be absolutely vile. His name was Jake. He was a senior, whereas at the time you were only freshman. Since you were ahead of your grade in science, you had the honour to move to senior classes instead of freshman ones. That’s when trouble all started. Since laying eyes on him, you knew it was going to be bad. Sure, his eyes were deep and blue, the kind that looked look a starry night sky, but it was a rabbit hole to fall in to. Since the two of you were assigned lab partners, you got to know him more and more everyday, meaning that the feelings you had for him grew too. One day after class, he asked you out on a ‘date’ to go to a party another senior was hosting while his parents were gone on a business trip. Since your parents never allowed you to date, you decided to be a little rebellious and sneak out with him whilst they were out of town. When it came time for him to pick you up, he was slightly intoxicated, sitting in the drivers seat of his car. You knew straight away it was going to be a bad night. In fact, it was. He got more and more drunk that night, leaving him to almost lead you to a bedroom to have sex in. You called him out, all the boys ganged up and told you to leave, walking all the way home in the pouring rain. That next day of school, someone photoshopped your face on a girl in a revealing bikini was sent to every boy with the caption ‘slut’. Luckily it was a miracle, the move to Riverdale, that was a sign to a fresh new start.

She was wary of every boy that caught her glimpse since her first day. She obviously didn’t want a repeat of the last incident that still haunted her. Boys asked her out, but she kindly declined with the excuse that her parents didn’t allow her to date. Someone assumed she was a lesbian, but that was just a rumour. At least the boys here we nice enough to accept her response. Since still being fairly new, you didn’t really acknowledge many people as your friends, as you didn’t exactly know who to trust anymore. One person, the only person, was the only exception. Jughead Jones, the only boy that acknowledged you as a human being with feelings and stories. Since of your high IQ, you were still assigned to a couple higher classes to fit your standards. You didn’t mind the classes, especially science, as it was your favourite subject. And your lab partner, which happened to be Jughead, wasn’t your usual douchebag preppy jock that only wanted you for your looks.

The day was Friday. Most of your classes that day was with Jug. Of course you didn’t mind as he was the only person you got along with. As you were late to school, you quickly went to the office to grab a late note for your teacher to give on arrival. When you made it to English that morning, to your surprise, Jughead saved you a seat next to his. It was knew of him. Jughead always seemed to have a huge opinion on personal space, but this was new to her, including a couple classmates. She held in a chuckle walking over to her seat which sat next to his.

“So, did I miss anything on Shakespeare?” (Y/N) whispered, opening her bag to take out her books. “Shit, do you have a pen?” She asked, still trying to search deep into her bag to find where her pen could be. Jughead picked up the pan that already sat on his desk, waving it in front of her, as she looked up and thanked him taking it.

“No problem. But with the Shakespeare question? Yeah, I’m a bit sick of hearing Romeo & Juliet over and over again.” Jughead confessed, a smirk playing on his lips as he took out a new pen for himself. “At least it’s not Macbeth this time.” You smiled, trying to not giggle too loudly.

For the last two weeks, news spread that there was a party hosted by Chuck Clayton that night in honour of Riverdale’s football team, the Bulldogs, latest win against their rival school. Of course that wasn't on your interest, as fear hit you like a dozen bricks all at once. But there was no fear in asking others if they were going. Since Archie Andrews, Jughead’s best friend, well, no one really knew what they were at the moment, she thought he would tag along with Archie to support his win.

“…So, did you hear about that party tonight?” You hesitantly asked, looking up from your work into Jughead’s eyes. Every time she looked into them, a hit of familiarity came over her. A deep blue, similar to Jake’s. Of course she knew that Jughead wasn't like every other boy, but she didn’t exactly know every single thing about him and she was still wary of her surroundings. All he did was scoff in response, stretching his arms out.

“Do you really think I would go to one of Chuck’s stupid parties? It’s just an excuse to drink and flirt with people whilst you’re drunk.” Jughead informed, support his head with his hands before resting his chin on the table.

“O-oh, b-but what about Archie? Aren’t you going to support him?” As soon as those words escaped her lips, his head shot up.

“Look, (Y/N), ever since Jason’s death, we haven’t really been talking. You see, the morning of the gunshot, Archie and I were suppose to go camping a bit out of Riverdale for summer vacation. I was packed and everything, ready to go. But he never showed up. So basically, my summer consisted of writing, eating, and playing video games.” Jughead explained to her. (Y/N) was aware of the gruesome death of Jason Blossom. Since it was big deal in Riverdale, of course she would have heard about it by now since it was brought up almost everyday, and she knew Jughead was fascinated in the mystery of it, as one day the two of them were both at Pop’s to finish some homework and he showed her the process of the book he’s writing.

“Jug, I’m sorry to hear that. If it makes you feel any better, I’m not going either. Long story, I’ll tell you if I ever get the chance. I might go to the Drive-In or something.” You suggested, going back to your writing. Jughead’s eyes lit up as you mentioned the Drive-In. Since it was where he worked, and literally where he lived, he sparked interest to make tonight’s shift a little more fancier since she was going.

“Since when did you find you go to Drive-In’s? I work there, so, technically I have to be there. But I run the reels up in the projection room, so I just put it in and snack away on popcorn. I find it more fascinating watching it in a point of view sort of way. If you want, maybe I could show you what it’s like?” The end part to what he said came out almost in a question. Jughead was hesitant, shy almost at the suggestion to her. He was head over heels for (Y/N), and the main focus on her wasn't her appearance for once.

“S-sure, Jughead. I’d love to.” That answer caught him by surprise, along with herself too. After one whole year of not going out, staying in most of the time, she deserved one night off from the troubles of teenage life. “What were you thinking of playing tonight?” She asked, curious in his movie taste.

“Well, I have a couple in mind. Maybe ‘The Rocky Horror Picture Show’ or ‘Heathers’.” He replied, fiddling with the pen between his fingers.

“Both. I like your movie taste, Mr Jones.” She complimented, a blush slowly clinging to her (S/C) cheeks.

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The period before lunch was finally over. The hallways filled up with loud students as Jughead and you tried to manage to make it to the end to sit with Veronica, Betty, Kevin and Archie.

“Hold on a second, I have to quickly get something from my locker.” She told Jughead, walking over to her locker that was opposite her.

“Sure, I’ll just wait in the cafeteria. I’ll save you seat.” He hung his head low, hiding a blush as he dug his hands into the pockets of his jacket before spinning on his heels and walking off. (Y/N) smiled back at him, a blush now on her cheeks as she turned to face her locker to put in the code to unlock it. She quickly put in her books as she took out her perfume, looking around the hallway in sight of Jug before spraying a bit on herself. She placed it back in her locker as she shut her locker, a boy standing behind it now in her sight, making her jump.

“Whoa, didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckled, biting his lip as he looked up and down at you, instantly making you feel uncomfortable. “(Y/N), right?” You nodded slowly, clinging onto the strap of your bag.

“Yeah, that’s me.” You said awkwardly, trying to keep conversation short as she didn’t want to hold up Jughead waiting for her.

“Chuck. Chuck Clayton. Captain of the Bulldogs. Anyway, I have this party tonight which I really think you should come to. It seems like your kinda thing.” Chuck asked, still eyeing your body up and down, making you now extremely uncomfortable. You’ve heard from Veronica and Betty bad things about Chuck from the past which got him suspended and kicked off the team. But since his dad was coach, they somehow let him back on and everyone pretended like nothing happened.

“O-oh, yeah, I’ve heard about it. I-I, look, uh… parties aren’t really my thing and I have plans anyway. I-I’m sorry.” She kindly declined, turning to quickly lock her locker before Chuck forced his hand onto it, holding it down.

“Aw, really? You know, the whole football team was looking forward on your arrival? I mean, I promised them and everything. And you’re just going to let us down like that, (Y/N)?” At this point, he cornered you against the lockers. You knew what was going to happen. The hyperventilating started, the tears on the corner of your eyes were about to break and the ball in your throat was keeping you completely still.

“C-Chuck, I-I… I have to go-..” (Y/N) tried telling him, but the ball in her throat dropped and a tear shed down her cheek.

“Aw, look, are you crying? You won’t be crying by the end of this.” He smirked at her, biting down on his lip before a sudden bang against the locker broke his grip off her. Jughead stood at the end of the hall, a steady glare held onto Chuck’s eyes.

“Let. Go. Of. Her.” He forcefully said, the breathing in his chest visible as he tried his hardest to be calm yet stern, although he was furious and out of his mind. Chuck just laughed, still cornering her as he turned his focus to Jughead.

“Or what, Wednesday Addams? Are you going to tell on me?” He joked, now looking back at her as he held on higher to (Y/N)’s arm. At this point, Jughead was in absolutely rage.

“I said let go of her, Chuck.” He screamed, his eyes now tearing up along with yours. No one has ever stood up for you and it felt like a honour for it to be Jughead. Chuck let go of her, shoving her against the lockers as he stared at her once again before stepping back from her looking at the both of them.

“Freaks.” He mumbled, before walking off and disappearing from the hallway. You looked at Jughead before walking over to him and standing opposite him.

“Why did you stand up for me?” You said sternly, looking deep into his eyes. Jughead once again scoffed, a glare now facing her.

“You’re kidding me, right? I just saved you and you’re asking such a stupid question?” He replied, looking down at her.

“No! Jughead, I didn’t mean it like that!” She giggled staring up into his eyes as she stood directly under his nose. “It’s just, no one has ever stood up to me before. Ever. And I genuinely feel honoured for you to do that. Thank you.” She sniffed, blinking away tears.

“I-I..God this is going to sound stupid. Look, (Y/N), I-I..I just wanted to protect you.” He admitted, looking down at her, captivated by the beauty in her. A smile played on her lips as she sighed deeply.

“…Jug?” There was a pause. He was waiting for what she was going to say. And just like that, the perfection moment was perfection. She stood on her toes as she closed her eyes, placing her lips on his as she held onto his jacket. Their lips both moved in sync as he moved his hands from inside his pockets to hold onto her soft cheeks, deepening the kiss with passion and love. Shortly after, they both pulled away and he smirked down at her.

“Pick me up at 8.” She bit her lip, walking off in the hallway to class as the bell rang, leaving him standing there with a goofy grin playing on his lips.

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A/N — You guys, I am so proud of this writing I am so happy aaaa. Also, if this uploads and I get the followers, thank you for 1000? I don’t know, as I’m writing this I haven't checked my notifications, but if I have yay! I hope you enjoyed this because I find it so cute to write.

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tbsltae · 8 years ago

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Jealousy || Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Request: Do you do one shots too or only imagines? If you do, I was thinking maybe an teen wolf x Riverdale crossover. Like the reader goes to Riverdale for the summer to hang out with her cousin that just moved there (Veronica) and she meets jughead and he reminds her of stiles the guy she’s been in love with since forever and she starts getting close to jug and Stiles finds out and gets jealous bc he’s lowkey in love with her too and he goes to Riverdale to get her and maybe there’s some angst and smut

A/n: I haven’t posted anything in months (probably 6 months? Idk) and I’m really sorry about that. I had zero motivation to write anything and if I did nothing would come to me, so I’m really sorry. But now I’m back with school almost being over, I have a lot of time now. So enjoy this imagine that I wrote and sorry if it isn’t perfect and sorry if there’s any grammar error. Love you guys x

“Do you have to go?” A sad looking Stiles asked from across the room. You sighed, nodding your head as you packed some clothes in your suitcase. Stiles let out a puff and got up from the chair he was sitting in and walked over to your bed. “I don’t want you to.”

“Stiles, it’s just the summer. It would go by pretty fast.” You told the brown haired boy and gave him a smile. He gave you a forced smile and you threw the shirt you had in your hands at him. Stiles let out a loud squeak, making you burst out laughing.

“That was so not cool.” Stiles claimed, glaring at you. You stuck your tongue out at him and giggled a bit. “Tell me again why are you leaving?”

“I haven’t seen my cousin, Veronica, in a really long time and she always lived on the other side of the states and now that she’s 5 hour away I can finally go and visit her.” You exclaimed, getting excited about the fact that you’re going to see your beloved cousin after so, so long.

“What if a monster invades the town?” He asked and you stopped folding your clothes to look at him, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Stiles, if anyone invades the town there’s always Scott, Malia, Lydia…” you started to say, your face feeling hot before finishing your sentence, “and they have you. If anyone can stop those monsters, it’s you..”

Stiles nodded his head, the room filling with silence. You put the rest of your clothes in the suitcase as before you know it, you’re done. You zipped the suitcase and put it near the door. “I’m going to miss you.” Stiles said after a while and at the moment you were glad that the boy sitting on your bed wasn’t a werewolf because your heart was beating so fast.

“I’m going to miss you too.” You replied and you walked over to him, heart beating fast and your stomach doing flips, and you wrapped your arm around him. At first he stood still not doing what to do, but slowly he relaxed and wrapped his arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

“I have to get going Stiles.” You whispered and you can feel Stiles nodding his head. You slowly pulled away from him and for a split moment you could’ve seen sadness on his face before he covered it with a smile. You walked over to your suitcase, picking it up and ready to head out of the door.

Before you can walk out of your room Stiles took the suitcase from your hand and carried it down the hallway to the stairs. “God, Y/N, what in the world do you have in this suitcase.” Stiles whined, struggling to go down the stairs with the heavy suitcase.

“My clothes and some books.” You answered laughing at Stiles at how adorable he looks right now. “And maybe there’s a body somewhere in there.”

“Ha ha very funny.” Stiles rolled his eyes at you and you couldn’t help but laugh harder. You were really going to miss hanging out with him this summer. Everything was loaded in your car and you were ready to leave Beacon Hills.

“This is it.” You stated as you played with your hands. Stiles nods his head, not knowing what to say. You gave him a smile and started walking towards the driver seat when Stiles called your name, making you stop in your tracks.

“I uh, i need to tell you something..” Stiles said nervously, playing with his hoodie strings. “Well uh, I-” Stiles looked up at you and you can tell there’s been something that was bothering him. “I want you to have fun there with your cousin.” He said and you nodded your head feeling a bit disappointed.

“Yeah, i will.” You gave him one last hug before entering your car. You looked over at him and he gave you a small smile and with that you drove away, leaving the boy you love behind.

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After the longest 5 hours of your life, you finally arrived in Riverdale. Riverdale was so much different than Beacon Hills. Everything here was vintage yet modern, which made it cool. You arrived infront of the Lodge household and you were in awe of how big the house is. You shut your car off and got out, taking a deep breath. This is were you’re going to spend all your summer.

Your heart ache at the thought of leaving Stiles alone, but you know that he has Scott and the others. You took a deep breath and walked infront of the house with your luggage in your hands. Before you can knock, the door flew open.

“Y/n!!! You’re here!” Veronica greeted you, pulling you in for a hug at the same time. You wrapped your arms around her with a smile on your face. Oh, how much you actually missed her. “Look at you, you’re so grown!” Veronica said, making you giggle. You grabbed your suitcase and walked into the huge mansion that your dear cousin, Veronica, lived in.

“This house is amazing!” You stated as you were walking towards your room that they has for you. “I would probably get lost in this house.” Veronica lets out a laugh before helping you settle in.“I missed you so much.” You said after a while of settling in. You walked over the raven haired girl and pulled her in for a hug, which she gladly returned. “We have so much catching up to do, V.”

“That’s why we have the whole summer, my dearest Y/N.” Veronica replied and gave you a wink. You shook your head and tried finishing unpacking. “I know you’re tired and all but we’re going to Pop’s afterwards, alright.” Veronica addressed, folding your clothes neatly and putting them in the drawers for you. You nodded and continued doing what you were doing when you realized that you didn’t know what the hell Pop’s was.

“Uh, Veronica, what’s Pop’s?” You shyly asked, knowing thats probably a stupid question. Veronica giggled and walked over to the bed and sat infront of you. “I know it’s probably stupid, but i’ve never been here and I’ve never heard of the name Pop’ so i figured that i woul-”

“Y/n! Stop it!” Veronica interrupted your rambling and you mumbled an apology, which she ignored. “Pop’s a diner, that’s where all the kids like to hangout after school. And my friends are going to be there so i want you to meet them.” Veronica explained giving you a smile before excusing herself. You sat down on the bed and wondered how Veronica’s friends are going to be like. Are they just like her or are they completely the opposite?

After a few hours of unpacking you were finally ready. You took a quick and got dressed, when you walked downstairs Ronnie was already waiting for you. “Let’s go!” She chortled grabbing your hands and pulling you out of her house. She started walking, passing her car and that’s when you got confused

“Why aren’t we taking your car?” You questioned her as you pointed behind you at her car that was sitting on the driveway. She chuckled at your question and continued walking with her hands holding yours. “V?”

She turned around to look at you and mumbled something that you couldn’t quite hear beforehand re answering you, “Sweetheart, this is a small town and everything is close to eachother. Pop’s is literally less than 5 minutes away, we’ll be fine.” You nodded at her, not entirely sure but decided to go with it. After all she’s the one living here and she knows her ways better than you did.

After what seemed like the longest 5 minutes of your life you could see the flashing sign that read Pop’s. You were amazed at how beautiful the building is. You kept staring at the place and how it was before Veronica stopped and looked at you. “They might be some evil bitches in there, but i will guarantee that everything will be fine”

And with that she pushed the door to Pop’s open and walked inside with you trailing behind her. At that moment you wanted to run away and hide due to all the looks you were getting. Probably everyone asking who the hell is that chick. You held your head up high and walked confidently behind Veronica even though you were shitting yourself on the inside.

Veronica stopped infront of a table where five kids are currently sitting at. You looked over at the table and thought that maybe these must be Veronica’s friend. They were definitely different than Ronnie. You arrived at the table and awkwardly stood behind your cousin.Everyone at the table eyes fell on you and you looked down, not liking the attention you were getting. Veronica wrapped her arm around your shoulders and pulled you next to her. So you would stand next to her. “I wanted you guys to meet my cousin, Y/n.” She said as she introduced you to her group of friends.

You looked up at them and gave them a small wave. Your eyes immediately fell on the boy with that strange beanie and a sort of sadness washed over you. He somehow reminded you of Stiles and how we was when two met eachother. You shook your thoughts out of your head and looked over at everyone.

“Hi, i’m Betty! Nice to meet you.” The blonde girl introduced herself as she stood up and offered you her hand. You gladly took her hand and shake it, introducing yourself. “And i’m Y/N, nice to meet you Betty.” Veronica slides in the seat next to a ginger, but handsome, boy as you took a seat next to Betty. The ginger introduced himself as Archie and you had to stop yourself from laughing at the name.

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Weeks passed by since you arrived in Riverdale and you would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying your stay. Veronica’s friends were the nicest people you ever met and they knew how to had fun. Especially Jughead. Jughead had a very different sense of humor and you liked that. He reminded you of the boy back home. Your heart flutters just thinking about him. Because Jughead reminded you so much of Stiles, you automatically clicked with him and therefore you two were the closest in the group.

“When are you going back to Beacon Hills?” Archie asked you, while taking a sip from his milkshake. “I’m going back home in two weeks. I can’t believe its been almost a month.” You answered Archie and let out a sigh. You were happy that summer was coming to an end because that means you’ll be going home. But you’re sad because you’ll be leaving all of these amazing friends you made.

“You better text and video call us or we’ll personally go to Beacon Hills and kill you if you don’t.” Betty joked and you laughed at her comment. “Ofcourse i will.”

You were chatting with Jughead and laughing at a joke he said when the door to the diner flew open. Everyone at your table stopped talking and looked towards the door. You looked up and your eyes widen in shocked. You couldn’t believe it. What was he doing here in Riverdale?

“Stiles?! What are you doing here?”

“Who is that?” Betty asked, confusion written all over her face. Everyone looked at eachother all confused at the boy who was fuming fumes right now. You stood up and walked over Stiles, putting your hand over his shoulder.

“This is Stiles, my friend from back home and Stiles these ar-”

“Yeah i don’t care, let’s go.” Stiles interrupted and he took your hand and started pulling you away from your group of friends. Before you can fight back, Jughead and the rest of the group stood up from the booth and Jughead pulled you away from Stiles.

“She’s not going anywhere with you, dude.” Jughead spat at Stiles, glaring at him. Stiles looked over at me then at Jughead and scoffed. You could tell something was wrong with Stiles. He was angry and hurt and you can’t tell why. You looked over at your new friends and all of them looked concerned.

“Stiles, what’s wrong?” You asked him quietly not really wanting the whole diner attention at you guys. “You can’t come barging in here and demand me to go with you. This isn’t you Stiles.” You said to the boy infront you.

“Oh yeah, because you don’t want me to see you with him do you?” Stiles exclaimed, pointing at Jughead. You stared at him confused, not knowing what got into him. Is this because of you? So many thoughts are going through your head that you don’t know what to do.

“Stiles -”

“No! I was worried sick about you and you didn’t even bother to give me one call instead you spend it partying with him. What is he better than me?” Stiles asked, his eyes glistening from the tears.

“I know you have issues, but dont bring me into them.” Jughead replied before you could. You looked behind you and Jughead was pissed while the rest of the group was shocked and didn’t know what to do. Veronica layed her hand on you shoulder in a comforting manner and you let out a sigh.

“You know what, whatever. I’m done.” Stiles said while looking straight at you. You didn’t know what to do so you stood there staring back at him. Stiles looked over at your friends and gave them a fake smile, “sorry for acting like such a bitch.” And with that he turned around and walked outside the diner leaving all of you stunned.

“What’s that dude problem, think he can waltz in here and start screaming at us like were some kind of idiots, i swear-”

You grabbed your bag, ignoring what Jughead was saying and walked out the diner hoping that you would find Stiles before it was too late. You looked around and you found him sitting in his jeep. You walked over to his car and tapped on the window, startling the poor boy.

“Can we talk?” You mouthed. You can see that Stiles was debating if he should talk to you or ignore you. He opened the car door and got out, fiddling with his fingers. “Stiles.” You whispered, putting your hand above on his own. He stared at your hands and then looked up to meet your eyes.

“Look i’m sorry for the way i acted in there. It was stupid of me and i clearly embarrassed you infront of your friends and i’m sorry. I’m really,really sorry.” Stiles apologized, holding your hands into his. You gave him a sad smile and wrapped your arms around him, trying your best to comfort him.

“Tell me what’s wrong Stiles, why did you act that way?” You questioned him while still embracing him. You heard him let out a big breath before he pulled himself away from you. He puts his hands in his pocket and shrugged, not really wanting to answer your question.

“Stiles..”

“I was jealous, alright! I keep seeing pictures and videos of how fun you’re having with him and i got jealous. That was suppose to be us this summer, but instead you’re here having the time of your life with someone else who’s not me.” Stiles explained and before you can say anything he walked towards the curb and sat down with his face in his hands. You walked over to him, sitting down next to him.

“Stiles, you have no reason to be jealous. I will never replace you with someone else. You mean to much to me.” You stated and Stiles turned his head, a smile appearing on his face.

“I was scared that i was going to lose you to beanie boy over there.” He chuckle which made you giggle. He grabbed your hands once again and looked into your eye, making your cheeks turn slightly pink, “I like you a lot and i was clouded by my jealousy and i’m sorry.”

Your heart was beating really fast at what Stiles just said. He likes me? Stiles, the boy whom i been inlove with for years, actually likes me back. You moved your head closer to Stiles. Stiles sits frozen, from both shock and excitement. You lean in and kissed Stiles warm lips before pulling away quickly.

“I like you too.” You breathed those words out and Stiles had a grin on his face. You two stared at eachother for what seemed like a long time. Unable to contain yourself anymore, Stiles holds your head in his hands and pull you into a fiery and passionate kiss.

Your heart was beating fast and your hands clammy, but you didn’t care. This was the best day in your life. You pulled away due to lack of oxygen and you gave him a smile.

“How about we go inside so you can apologize and I’ll properly introduce you this time?” You suggest and Stiles nodded his head. He stood up, pulling you up with him and you two walked hand in hand into the diner. You couldn’t wait to go back home and see what the future holds for the two of you

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bowtomycoolclocks · 7 years ago

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Just Let Go Part 2

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Summary: The core five have just met you, the new bad-ass of Riverdale. However, when you first meet them it doesn’t go as smooth as some predicted until you met Archie Andrews. Will you level with the core four or lose Archie in the process?

Warnings: Slight cussing, fluff, insults to a cute ginger boy (sorry!).

A/N: Hey guys! New post for the second part of this series. Let’s just say, there are going to be some real plot twists :). I am reallllyy proud of this part, and I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it! Plus this is a pretty lengthy part so I also accomplished something! Yay! Anyways, stay tuned for next week! I hope you guys enjoy once again. Don’t forget that requests and tags are still open.

Archie’s POV

It was the morning after of me speaking to Y/N. When I had first met her, I thought she was mean for no reason. Until yesterday, she proved me wrong. I enjoyed talking to her, even if she was “different” from the rest of our school. I was taking my morning jog around Riverdale when I came up to an oddly familiar car. I stopped and looked at the tail of the car. It was Y/N’s! I wondered if she lived around here. I looked around and I forgot that this isn’t a neighborhood, it’s the side of a road. Why is her car parked here if she lives in a neighborhood? I walked to the car and saw a figure through the tinted windows. I inched closer to the window and squinted my eyes. The figure had was asleep in the back, a blanket wrapped around its body. Then I looked upwards, I saw the features of this figure. The sweet, innocent eyes closed, the plump lips pursed, the eyebrows relaxed. It was her, I could recognize it then.

“Y/N?” I questioned aloud. She didn’t reply, her features perfectly still and peaceful. I banged against the window and called her name once more. She groaned as she sat up. She wiped her eyes with her palm and finally looked at me.

“Pretty boy?” She asked startled, then she opened the car door across from where I was standing.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“Um, my parents were being assholes, so I decided to sleep here. I did not want to be in their presence.” She looked away, guilt in her eyes.

“Can I come in?” Y/N slid her body to the other side of the car. I sat two seats away from her and closed the door. I moved my body toward her.

“Now can you tell me the real reason why you’re sleeping in your car.”

“Listen, Jim Halpert, I already told you-”

“But people could listen then, please whatever it is, I won’t judge you.” She squinted at me. Probably wondering if she should tell me, she took a long deep breath in.

“I live in here.”

“You’re homeless?!?!”

“Yeah what’s so wrong with that!” She crossed her arms.

“There’s nothing wrong with that! I’m just surprised.”

“Listen, not everyone has a perfect family like yours.”

“My family is by all means, not perfect. But did you run away because of your family?”

“Not yet abs-for-brains, not yet.” I sighed and lifted my hands in defeat.

“Wait! What day is it?!?!” Y/N started to freak out, she was searching for something, most likely her phone.

“It’s Saturday.” She relaxed back into the seat.

“Thanks. Since I’m up, I guess I should change, so could you make like an Autobot and roll out.” Y/N demanded, crossing her arms.

“That was pretty clever. Fine but I’m hanging out with you today.”

“Really? To be honest I’ve had enough of stereotypical teen football star for a while.” I shook my head and rolled my eyes, smiling.

“Well I haven’t had enough of the teenage dirtbag, so we’re hanging out again.” She smirked.

“Fine. Get me my clothes from the trunk.” I glared at her and crossed my arms.

“Please.” She begged while she pouted. I groaned and opened the car door. Then I walked to the back of the car and banged on it.

“Hey, my baby was expensive, you dent it, I dent your face!” I laughed and the trunk popped open. The trunk had a bunch of things other than clothes hidden inside. There were packs of cigarettes, blankets, pillows, tooth paste, a tooth brush, a hair brush, a razor, a bottle of soap, shampoo, and conditioner, lastly, there was a journal. My fingers gravitated towards it, but I retracted. If I had invaded her privacy, she would trust me even less. I got a random shirt and pants and brung it to where she was. I handed her the shirt and pants, and she peered out the door frame.

“If you peek, just once. I’m going to go rip out your balls and attach them to your face.” Then she entered back in and closed the door. I placed my back against the door, to make sure no one would peak on this side. However, I am a boy with hormones. I started to heat up, and I was blushing thinking about what she was doing right behind my back. I shook my head, trying to let those perverted thoughts leave me.

Then there was a knock on the door, and I turned around. She looked changed and ready to go, so I pushed off the car and opened the door for Y/N.

“Well aren’t you just charming.” She stated sarcastically getting out of the car.

“I know, that’s what makes me so likable.” I replied staring at her. She rolled her eyes, “Anndd you just turned back to a jerk.”

“Was I ever a jerk though.” I winked at her.

“Not until now.” Then she winked at me and walked to the driver’s seat. My heart fluttered and my cheeks got rosy. I then walked to the passenger’s seat and got inside the car.

“Let’s go to ‘Pops’.” I suggested.

“Why should I let you tell me what to do?” She questioned, raising her eyebrows at me.

“You always tell everyone else what to do, I think it’s only fair.” I smirked.

“Damn, you got me there,” She started the engine, “Nice comeback by the way.” Then she zoomed into the direction of “Pops”.

When we reached “Pops”, Y/N and I exited the car and walked to the front door. She held it for me.

“Ladies first.” She spoke smiling, I couldn’t help, but return the smile and I entered the restaurant.

Pops walked up the counter.

“Hey Pops, we’re going to get take out.” I said to him. Y/N then turned to me, a confused look on her face.

“Sure Archie, whatcha want?”

“Six burgers, two fries, two root beer floats, and some of your delicious apple pie.” I smiled at him.

“Okay son, I’ll be out as soon as the orders finished.” Then Pop entered the kitchen.

“I have a question, why are we ordering out?” Then I turned to Y/N.

“You’ll see soon enough.”

“Oh, whatever. Just so you know, I hate surprises.”

“Who woulda thunk it?” I quipped sarcastically.

“You know, you’re starting to become a lot more me. I like it.” She smirked at me.

Then soon after Pops brought out bags and bags of our food. I beamed at him and took out a 20 dollar bill and a 10 dollar bill, and handed it to him.

“Keep the change,” I told him and waved goodbye to him, walking out of the diner. We walked up to the car.

“I have to tell you something.” I spoke up and turned around with some bags of food in my hand.

“What is it?” Y/N looked concerned which warmed my heart.

“I have to drive your car to get to the place we’re going.” I confessed.

“Ohhh no, no, no, this baby is my home, literally, and if you scratch it by driving I will destroy you.”

“I’m a good driver!” I exclaimed.

“You could tell me where to go and it could drive there! Also, do you even know how to drive?” She asked, putting her hand on her waist.

“It would ruin the surprise! Besides, I have my learners permit.”

“Are you kidding me! Hell no!”

“What about you?! You’re the same age as me, where’s your license?” I interjected.

“I have one!”

“Then show me it.” I demanded. She groaned and searched her pocket. Y/N took out her license and held it out to me.

“Y/N L/N, age 19, Riverdale.” I read.

“This is fake!”

“Hey, could you be any louder?” She hushed me and looked side to side.

“Fine, it’s fake, but who cares! I am an amazing driver!”

“If I say you’re an amazing driver can I please drive the car.” I pleaded.

“I want you to beg.” Y/N pointed to the ground, and I squatted down, my knees rested on the gravel.

“Please Y/N! Let me drive your beautiful car. I know you’re the best driver around here and I know I am not worthy but I have to please! I need to. Please!” I begged, holding my arms out in front of me. Y/N started to laugh, then she started to laugh harder, tears prickled down her face. She whipped the tears and sighed.

“That was the best thing I have ever seen in my life, ever. I also didn’t imply for you to go that far, but you still did and it was incredible. Even the compliment towards me and my baby was unnecessary but sooo worth it.” My mouth dropped open, I stood up and dusted the gravel off my knees.

“You got what you wanted, can I drive the car now.”

“Fine let’s go.” Then we both walked to the car and got inside.

“I am being serious though, don’t scratch her.”

“I promise.”

We got to Sweetwater River, where Jason Blossom was murdered. I know, very creepy, but before his passing, it was a place of relaxation and serenity. Who knows maybe that feeling will come back.

“Where are we?” Y/n asked, looking at the river, still sitting in the car.

“Sweetwater River.”

“I’ve heard of this place. This is where that kid Jason Blossom mysteriously died.” Y/N stated, and got out of the car.

“Uh yeah, this is the place.” I said, getting out of the car as well.

“Sooo why are we here exactly? As much as I am obsessed with death, this is kinda creepy.” Y/n announced, wrapping her arms around her chest.

“I thought you were brave, fearless. Where is that girl right now?”

“For god sakes, we are near the crime scene of a death, much less a murder! I am allowed to feel a little creeped!” Y/N exclaimed.

“Calm down…”

“Oh don’t you tell me to calm down! I have been putting up with you for two days straight! Don’t even get me started on your friends and their crazy obsession trying to ‘befriend’ me! And if you think I’m-!”

“Just shut up!” I yelled. Then she stopped talking and looked at me, silent.

“I’m sorry I yelled. But before this massacre ever happened Sweetwater was a place to go when you wanted silence and peace. I know it doesn’t seem like it anymore, but this place was amazing. I wanted to have a picnic with you and try to bring back those emotions.”

“Oh.”

“So can you try to eat here? If it’s too weird, we can go. But just try.” Y/N’s look softened and she nodded her head. Then I took out the bags of food from the car and placed them on the ground. I took off my letterman and placed that on the ground as well.

“I’m not going to sit on your jacket.” Y/N started.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s yours, I have blankets in the car, I don’t want to ruin it for no reason.”

“I know you have blankets but it’s okay.“

"Stop being such a pain in the ass and let me get us a blanket.” Y/N said pointing to the trunk. I put my jacket back on.

“Fine.”

“Thank you.” She breathed out and then walked to the car. She opened the trunk and got out a big quilt. Then she placed it on a spot where we could see the river and the trees behind us. This reminded me of the date I had with Miss. Grundy. Now I felt bad, my eyes looked down. This was the place I took Geraldine for our first date, if you could call it that. I know this isn’t a date with Y/N-although I’d like for it to be- I couldn’t help but feel a tinge amount of guilt.

“Hey Marty McFly, are you okay?” Y/N asked, making me look up at her. The blanket was set up and the food containers were opened.

“You did that very quickly.” I chuckled.

“Nooo, you were just in la la land for quite some time.” She smirked. I then sat down on the blanket and patted the plush material so Y/N would sit next to me. She followed in pursuit. We sat there for a while, and watched the river rip through the rocks.

“You see this isn’t so bad.” I spoke up.

“If I hear one thing that isn’t coming from over here, I’m zooming.” I laughed and continued to stare at the forest.

“As much as I would love to watch the waves, I’m starving.” Y/N added. She then took out a burger and her teeth clamped around the bun. She chewed for a moment then swallowed her food.

“I gotta tell ya’, Pops burger’s might be the best I’ve ever had. If I had known that Riverdale held the best burgers in the world, I would have been here sooner.” Y/N laughed taking another bite of a new burger.

“Where did you live before Riverdale?” I asked tilting my head at Y/N.

“About two county’s away from here. I had heard about Riverdale from the Jason Blossom thing on the news one day.”

“The Jason Blossom thing?” I questioned raising my eyebrow at her.

“You know what I mean. I don’t want to say the word. Who knows, he could be here right now.” Y/N wiggles her eyebrows at me and she finished her last burger.

“Were you friends with him?” She inquired as I took a bite out of my burger.

“With who? Jason?” I replied, my mouth stuffed with the delicious goodness of the burger.

“Yes with Jason.” She remarked laughing.

“I mean I’d seen him around the school, but I never talked to him, he was really popular and at the time Betty and Jughead were my only friends.” Y/N frowned at me.

“That can’t be possible.”

“But you stand, or better, sit, corrected. I really didn’t have many friends. When I joined the football team as varsity captain I suppose I got ‘popular’, even though I really just hang out with the core five.”

“The core five?” Y/N looked sideways, an incredulous look on her face.

“Yeah, Veronica, Betty, Jughead, Kevin and I, we are the core five.”

Y/N scoffed, “That’s ridiculous.”

“You know, you could join us.”

“Sorry Ron Weasley, I’m a lone wolf.” Y/N commented shooting her hand into the breeze.

“You don’t have to be! I know you and Ronnie aren’t on good terms, but what about Jughead?!?! It’s evident Betty looked wants to get to know you better. I’m not too sure about Kevin. But I think you’re really cool, if that matters.” I looked down pink tinting my face. Y/N gave me a light shove with her arm.

“You know out of all the people I’ve met in Riverdale, I hate you the least.”

“That is the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” She started to laugh.

“Don’t get used to it.”

“So what do you say?”

“About what?”

“You know joining the core five!”

“Nah, I think I’ll pass.”

“Aww come on.”

“No!” She giggled, wait did she just giggle?

“Pleeeaaaaseee.” I pouted.

“You can’t break me, kid, I’m tough as nails.”

“You can be the tough one in our group!” I exclaimed.

“Uh huh.”

“Just think about it?”

“Fine.” I then looked at her eyes wide.

“What?” She questioned, I shook my head.

“Nothing.”

“Let’s change the subject. Hmm,” She turned to the sky, a thinking look on her face, “Since you’re the 'All American Boy’, how many girls have you slept with this year.” Not pink, but red spread all over my face.

“Wh-what?” I stuttered, scratching the back of my head.

“I mean, you’re captain of the football team, you’re innocent, you’re weirdly sweet, you have the boyish charm, you’re attractive, and albeit you have a what? Six pack? Girls and guys are into that. So, how many girls OR guys have you slept with this year?” Did Y/N in a strange way compliment me?

“I thought I wasn’t your type, why are you complimenting me?” Y/N looked down at the blanket, what was that on her face? Was she blushing?

“I’m stating the facts. But, a long time ago, you would have been like my dream guy.” My face light up.

“Really?”

“Yep, I would have probably fallen for you, hard.”

“But not anymore.” Y/N added.

“I learned my lesson liking guys like you.” She looked up, staring at me.

“What do you mean?”

“Guys like you from the outside perspective, you are perfect. I thought so too, but I had fallen for your type. I’d try going up to him, but he was cruel and mean. He’d always pick on me and tried to make me feel lesser. And I felt bad for him! Then one day, something just hit me. I knew that what he was doing was terrible, so I vowed to never like guys like him.”

“I’m not like him though.”

“How do I know that?”

“I’ll prove it to you.”

“Sureee you can, as you may tell, I’m pretty stubborn for my views to be changed.” Y/N said gesturing to her body.

“That’s putting it lightly.”

“Ha, ha, ha. Anyways you didn’t answer my question.” Y/N stated, trying to go off topic. However, I won’t pry her for more information, she’ll tell me when she’s ready.

“Okay, well I haven’t 'done it’ with any of the kids out our school.” That’s the truth, Miss. Grundy was definitely not a kid. Stop it, Archie!

“I find that very hard to believe.”

“I tell the truth.” Kinda.

“Well, it doesn’t matter 'cause you haven’t tried fries with the vanilla and chocolate milkshake.” I said.

“For some reason that sounds like something a cult would do. It’s a little weird.”

“Trust me, when you try it, you’ll be a changed woman.�� She smirked at me, and I got the shakes and fries ready. I demonstrated to her what to do, although it was common sense. She then followed, and when she bit into the fries, her eyes lit up.

“Oh my gosh!!!” She gushed taking in a handful of fries.

“Told you.” I stuffed my face with fries and milkshakes.

“You have to taste the apple pie next!” I exclaimed.

It was night time, Y/N and I stared at the stars.

“The stars are beautiful huh?” I breathed out.

“I guess so.”

“Do you not like stars?”

“I don’t think so. Stars are liars. You think that they are magical, that they have special powers or something,” She inhaled deeply, “But they’re just gas. They’re just made out of gas and they’re not special. They lie and I- we, believe that they mean something. But in a universe, a galaxy with infinite planets they are nothing but gas.” I turned my face and saw there was a tear down her face. I then sat up and Y/N did the same. I tucked in a piece of hair from her face.

“Stars give people hope to reach them.”

“Not the stars I’ve interacted with.” I hugged her, she was at first tense then she relaxed in my arms and returned my hug. I pulled away. The lights of the car were the only thing keeping us from the dark. She looked so beautiful, I couldn’t help but close my eyes and inch towards her. I could tell we were inches apart, then she coughed. I opened my eyes and saw that Y/N was farther away from me. She stood up and started taking the garbage.

“It’s late we should probably get going. Don’t want to see the monsters out here.” She gave me a tight lipped smile and walked to the back of the car and dumped the trash in. Then she walked to the driver’s seat and got in the car. I, however, was still on top of the blanket, staring straight ahead. What did I just do?

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GRAN TURISMO | archie madekwe

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU archie madekwe x fem!gt3 driver!reader

side note: i read one article plus the wikipedia page on gt3 and that's all the knowledge i have on it. we're just going to have to deal with it. side note pt2: in this universe the film was still promoted despite the sag strike

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yourusername honoured to have worked with such amazing people on such an amazing set! gran turismo is now out in cinemas, go watch it if you're not a bore!

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user1 when i watched the film i literally screamed when i saw y/n's name in the credits!!

user2 my favourite gt3 driver!!!

user3 y/n is and will forever be that girl! doing stunts for the film like hello? ⤷ user4 she's a driver by day and a stunt girl by night

archmadekwe lunch dates will never be as funny without you ⤷ yourusername literally how will you survive on future sets without me?

user5 i'm just watching it because of y/n and archie

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user6 dare i say cuntiest red carpet?

user7 another day another slay

archmadekwe most fun red carpet as well ⤷ yourusername i wonder why...

user8 i live for archie and y/n's friendship ⤷ user9 "friendship"

user10 she's so flawless

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user11 they've really been hiding their relationship for almost a year! ⤷ user12 we don't know if they really started dating during the shoot or afterwards

archmadekwe definitely life changing comment liked by yourusername

user13 y/n and archie are so cute i'm gonna get sick

user14 i gave gran turismo 5 stars on letterboxd solely because it brought y/n and archie together (the film is also good) ⤷ user15 real

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Solicitous // Cheryl

Summary: With Cheryl grieving her brothers death you’re the only one there for her, no one stands by her side. Her parents adore you but they don’t know the truth of your relationship with Cheryl either. With the danger of a killer roaming Riverdale, Cheryl’s ever more jealous and protective.

Characters: Cheryl Blossom x Andrews!Reader, Archie Andrews (mentioned), Jughead Jones (mentioned), Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper, Penelope Blossom (mentioned), and Cliff Blossom (mentioned)

Words: 978

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. I do not own the Comics either.

Warnings: Possible swearing, mention of murder, crying/grieving, implied romantic same sex (female) relationship, and allusion to oral sex

Author: Caitsy

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When you reached adolescence you promised yourself you wouldn’t label yourself anymore. You had a lot of labels growing up in the footsteps of your brother Archie, you were the only female in the house following your mom’s abandonment. You were stamped with labels that you didn’t care for.

The sexual orientation label was the one you hated the most with the words placing you in the world where it deemed fit. That's why when Veronica had asked if you were straight, you admired her bluntness, you had shrugged not caring.

The next day at lunch after the tryouts for cheerleading you had placed yourself between Betty and Veronica. Cheryl was busy planning new routines and you wanted more friends that weren’t total bitches.

“You’re gorgeous!” Veronica grinned, “How do you get your hair to shine like that?”

“This shampoo I have.” You smiled, “Feel it!”

Veronica twirled a strand in her fingers marvelling at the softness of the nicely cut hair. You took pride in your hair because you believed it was your best feature. Cheryl would always deny that it was your only but you didn’t believe that.

“Where did you ge-”

“It’s a birthday gift from me.” The irritated voice of Cheryl said as she pouted. Strutting over to place herself behind you, “I’d tell you but it’s a little pricey. Out of your range.”

“Excuse me?” Veronica asked confused.

“Look newbie. That faux lesbian kiss with Betty doesn’t have me believing your only straight. Stay away from my girlfriend. This hair? I’m the only one that gets to touch it.”

“Cheryl.” You mumbled blushing.

“You don’t get to tug it when she’s bringing you to an earthshatttering another plane of existence.”

You felt yourself blush as the words came out revealing that you were definitely Cheryl’s girlfriend with a gift. You also knew that Cheryl was easily jealous because you weren’t the type to label yourself but she viewed females and males as competition.

“Cheryl stop.” You muttered. Cheryl hummed before dragging you to the female change room, “Why are we here?”

“Seems I have to teach you that only I get to touch you.” Cheryl sniffed.  “We have a rule!” You hissed, “We do not do this in public! What if your parents found out?”

“I don’t care.” Cheryl huffed pushing you onto the bench as she kneeled in front of you, “I love you.”

You loved Cheryl but it was getting out of hand how jealous she could get and the protectiveness. You got why she was like that and it could be hot if you were being honest but still. You could barely do science with another partner without her glaring daggers at your partner regardless of their gender.

You were best friends with Jughead and Archie due to the fact that your parents went to school together for a period of time. When Veronica joined your small group everything changed, mainly because of Cheryl. She felt threatened by the new girl and hated when the two of you were alone.

“It’s not healthy.” Betty said, “The relationship you had with Cheryl is very toxic.”

“Betty, I really don’t see why you have to stick your nose is everybody’s relationship.” You snapped, “Archie and Grundy were disgusting but you should have talked to someone instead of literally breaking into that woman’s car.”

“I was protecting Archie!”

“No. You were being obsessive.” You sighed, “Cheryl’s going through a hard time, of course she’s going to act different. What you see in public versus private is vastly different. I love you Bets, but stay out of my relationship.”

“I’m just-“

“I know you are but a relationship is for those people and only them.” You sighed, “I have to go. Cheryl’s wanting to go to Sweetwater River.”

“Why?”

“So she can apologize to her brother.” You glared, “If you have any human decency you’ll leave us be.”

“I’m sorry.” Betty weakly smiled, “I don’t know what’s going on with me.”

While Cheryl was kneeling by the water where she had initially been found you were leaning against a tree. You were there to offer support but this was a private moment for Cheryl. Your heart broke as she began to sob heavily before turning her back to the water.

“Milkshake?” You asked quietly as you took your girlfriend into your arms, “I grabbed your backpack so your makeup is in the car.”

Cheryl’s head nodded as her fingers intertwined with yours as the heartbroken red head allowed her inner person free. Cheryl wasn’t really a stone cold bitch but she was a simple insecure girl wanting to fit in, as her Blossom family made that an order.

“Thank you for standing by my side.” Cheryl weakly said, “Jason’s memorial is coming up and my parents want you there. I do too.”

“Your parents?” You questioned shocked.

“You’re the only person that actually like. Have you not noticed how they act around others?”

You frowned remembering the nice treatment they gave you, especially following the small fallout with your parents. The only thing was that they saw you as the best friend of their twins because of the hissy fit that would be thrown if they knew you were dating their daughter.

“I never really thought.” You admitted opening the driver door of your car while your girlfriend dug her makeup out of the backpack.

Cheryl was a pro at makeup to the point that her full face was back within ten minutes including the signature red pout. The pout you used to take causing her to buy a lot of the colour so she didn’t run out.

“I love you Y/N.” She smiled kissing you, “I’m only jealous and protecting you because I don’t want to lose you like I did Jason.”  “You won’t.” You grinned, “Now let’s go get that milkshake.”

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