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[ninelittledevils]

no doubts, no more fears i see you shine and the dark disappears then I know everything’s gonna be fine.

[ieatbooksfortea]

Strong Trailer

written by @allskynostars

Synopsis: Have you wondered for a while I have a feeling deep down, You're caught in the middle.

Betty Cooper swore she only signed up to tutor a young girl from South Side High, and definitely not for what followed.And Jughead Jones didn't sign up for anything.

I might seem so strong Yeah, I might speak so long I've never been so wrong.

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clips: 

Riverdale S1 and S2

others: 1 

music:

Strong - London Grammar

[tea-and-cardigans]

Dead Girl Walking - A Bughead/Heathers The Musical AU one shot.

A one shot based off the Heather’s Musical song Dead Girl Walking.

(If you haven’t listened to this song before I highly recommend it, just be aware it may lead you on a YouTube binge to try and find every performance of it you can. Or maybe that’s just me.)

Summary:

Betty Cooper is a ‘dead girl walking’ after challenging Queen Bee of Riverdale High Cheryl Blossom. On Monday morning Cheryl will ruin her reputation and effectively her social life. With 30 hours left on the clock before she meets her fate Betty searches for a way to escape. Thankfully she knows just the person to help her do so.

Jughead Jones.

Warning: contains smut. Ao3 Link

Betty stumbled down the familiar suburban street of Riverdale. Making her way from the local community college where she had fatefully spewed her guts up over Cheryl’s louboutins and sealed her fate. There was still a queasiness in her stomach that she wasn’t sure was entirely caused by the alcohol anymore.

By Monday morning, she would be a nobody. Worse than that she would be on Cheryl’s ‘shit list’. There was no where for her to hide. Cheryl and her cronies would hunt her down eventually and deliver a verbal slaying that would do as good as stuff and mount her against the wall. She had stood by for long enough. Watching Cheryl rule over the school, barking orders, students quaking as she walked down the hall.

The incident with Ethel had been the final straw. It was cruel, and it wasn’t Betty. She was done with her short stint of being one of Cheryl’s minions. If being popular meant destroying those around her who she had at one point in her life called friends, then it wasn’t for her.

Someone needed to be stop her, someone needed to tell her enough was enough.

Betty didn’t regret her actions, not in the slightest, however the choice she had made weighed heavily on her.

A shiver ran down her spine as she imagined what awaited her the next time she set foot inside the walls of Riverdale High.

In exactly 30 hours time she would be faced with the consequences of her actions. But she didn’t have to just accept her fate like livestock waiting in the field to be taken to the slaughter.

She could pretend to be sick come Monday morning or better yet change her name, leave town Just ride away somewhere, she had heard that Seattle was nice this time of year. But it wasn’t like she had a motorbike she could use just to skip town.

Not like a certain beanie wearing loner who moved from place to place, never staying anywhere long enough to make connections that could ruin him like Betty had.

Jughead Jones. He had occupied every day dream she had had since she witnessed the fist fight in the cafeteria where he took down both Reggie and Chuck in front of the school. She had been fascinated then, and seeing him leaving school on the motorbike had only added further fuel to the fire. She imagined wrapping her arms tight around his torso, her face buried in his denim jacket as she breathed in his scent.

The familiar sight of Sunnyside Caravan Park came into view, along with the sight of a very familiar motorbike. The helmet that was hung from the handlebars, a crown painted roughly in the front, looked exactly like the one she had seen him holding earlier at Pop’s.

Next to the bike was a bedroom window and against the warm light of the lamp inside she could see the object of her daydreams pacing around the room. She pulled her lip in between her teeth as she thought of all the things she wanted to do to him.

An idea popped into her head. Not necessarily a bad idea, but one that was definitely misguided. If Cheryl Blossom was going to ruin her on Monday morning she might as well have some fun before hand. Cheryl had forbid her to speak to Jughead since the incident in the cafeteria, which Betty had ultimately ignored flirting with him at Pop Tate’s Diner while an enraged Cheryl shouted at her from her convertible.

This could be her final ‘fuck you’ to Cheryl, and well, she had to admit that there were some other reasons she found herself standing in his yard, watching his shadow move around his room.

She needed this. She needed to lose herself in the feeling of being desired, if she was going to go back to being invisible, or worse, she should at least go out with a bang. So to speak.

He still seemed to be oblivious to her presence as she slid open the window and entered his room. He was dressed in a ‘S’ t-shirt she had seen him wearing around school, his usual jacket slung over his desk chair and the usual tight black jeans which hung low on his hips, drew her attention.

She smiled to herself at the sight of him, becoming more and more confident in her decision. As she slid the window closed, it instead slammed shut causing Jughead to spin on his heels to face her.

“Betty, what are you doing in my room?” His initial look of surprise gave way to amusement as he took in her appearance.

Betty moved towards him, shushing him as she placed a single finger against his lips.

“Sorry, if I startled you.” she whispered.

“You didn’t -” he started, before she pressed her finger against his lips again to silence him.

“I need,” her finger moved down from his lips to trail down his covered chest as a million ideas and thoughts of how she would spend her night filled her mind. “To ride you, until I break you.”

That got his attention and his smile seemed to widen in response. She pushed him back until the backs of his knees hit the bed and he was sitting on it in front of her as she looked down on him.

“I pissed off Cheryl tonight.” She explained, as she moved closer, her legs at either side of his. “Really pissed her off. In fact, I think I have just committed social suicide.” His hands were at the back of her knees, brushing up against her skin and under her pleated skirt. “So if I am on death row, I think I deserve one final meal.” He cocked an eyebrow at her words, and Betty enjoyed the new found confidence within herself.

He went to open his mouth, no doubt to offer a witty retort, which was lost as Betty pushed him back on the bed to lie flat on his back. She crawled over the top of him, her hand hovering over his belt buckle as he rose onto his elbows to watch her.

She looked up at him, “No speaking, just, get out of those pants.”

“But,” Betty groaned in frustration, at his hesitation, maybe he had imagined her to be someone else. More meek, more mild, a girl with everything to lose. But that wasn’t the girl who had crawled through his window tonight.This was the girl who had challenged Cheryl Blossom to lick the vomit from her shoes. This was a very different Betty Cooper.

“Look, I know you think I’m hot.” She continued to undo his belt buckle and he made no move to stop her as she gave a triumphant smile. “I’m pissed as hell and I’m on the pill.” She crawled up his body straddling his lap as he nodded in response his hands settled on her hips.

His hair fell across his forehead, unrestrained by the beanie she had always seen him wearing. He looked almost vulnerable in this moment, a stark contrast to when she had seen him at Pop’s earlier that night, telling her that he had no attachments, that nothing mattered.

Betty cradled his face in her hands as the gravity of her situation hit her. She was about to really do this, lose her virginity to a boy that she hardly knew anything about and what she had heard hardly made him ideal boyfriend material. But she needed this. And there was something about Jughead that made her feel something special, more than the popularity that she had coveted so much had made her feel. That made him special.

“You’re beautiful,” he scoffed at her statement, turning away from her and the compliment as she pulled his face to hers again. “You can say you’re numb inside, that you don’t feel it. But I can’t agree with you. It’s the world around us that is fucked up. High school, the bullies, our parents, this whole damn town.” Her hand reached up to brush away the curl that had fallen across his forehead. “I want to just stay here, with you. Keep this place just for us. Keep this moment just for us.” She mused out loud as she gazed into his blue eyes. She was sure she could see a glimpse of hope flash before they hardened again. “Screw them all.”

“Works for me.” Jughead responded as he pulled off his shirt and Betty pressed her lips against his.Her tongue sliding over his as she kissed him greedily. This was what she had been craving since she sneaked into his room. He tasted faintly of Mountain Dew and she felt she could get lost in the way his mouth moved against hers. The push and pull between them. His fingers fumbled with the small buttons of her blouse. She pushed away his hands in frustration, pulling the edges of her blouse until the material gave way and she could hear the buttons hit the floor.

“Oh, God.” Jughead breathed out as his hands skimmed up her bare waist, his eyes trailing up, taking in every part of her uncovered creamy white skin. She could feel the goosebumps emerge on her skin under his scrutiny, the need to take control resurfacing as she, tugged at his hair pulling his face to her chest, letting out a moan as his lips moved over the delicate lace of her bra. He pulled back for a moment.

“Wait a second, how did you find me?”

“Motorbike,” She explained quickly as he tugged on his hair again. “Out the front.” Her hands trailed down his chest, moving lower to undo the button of his jeans.“Kiss me.” She demanded as she pulled him up against her, needing further contact, writing against him as she sought out her own pleasure. She could swear she heard something rip.

“I think we just tore the sheet.” Jughead said with a laugh, hinting at a nervousness that she hadn’t expected.

“Let’s break the whole damn bed.” She let out as her nails dug into his arms as she ground against him. She noticed the can of Mountain Dew near his bed, smiling as she thought he would be needing all his energy for what she had planned for tonight. The way his hands moved across her body, paired with the friction of their bodies moving against each other felt better than she had ever imagined, but she needed something more. She needed to feel more.

“Pull my hair,” she ordered him, a flash of hesitation crossed his face before he followed her request, tugging on her ponytail causing her to groan, while his lips attacked her neck, a nip of teeth against her skin heightening the sensation. His fingers pulled at the tie that secured her hair, allowing it to spill over her shoulders. She felt bare, uncovered while he continued to stare until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Touch me,” she took his hands and pressed them against her breasts, “here.”

Jughead, was eager to oblige, his hands moved to palm her lace covered breasts as Betty moaned her appreciation at the warmth of his touch. His arms wrapped tightly around her before he flipped their positions, her body trapped underneath the weight of his.

His bare chest pressed against her before he rolled to his side. She stiffened under his touch as his hand ran up from her knee to her thigh, slipping underneath her skirt. His eyes meeting hers in challenge and she held his gaze, her composure maintained as his hand moved higher.

Her breathing quickened as his fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties and brushed against her core.

“Oh - there,” she moaned and he hummed appreciatively at her response. His fingers created slow torturous circles that made her breathing stagger and her hands tighten around his sheet, twisting the material tightly, while his lips continued to tease and nip at her neck.

“Make me forget this whole damn place,” she begged as his fingers slipped inside her while his thumb continued to trace those slow circles. Her hips moved to meet his touch as she felt a pressure build within her. The whole world come crashing down around her as the sensation overtook her body and she screamed his name, before he covered her mouth with his own swallowing her cries. Her teeth bit down on his lip and he pulled back, as she noted the taste of blood in her mouth.

“Ow.” He let out. He removed his hand from underneath her skirt to touch his lip. His tongue ran over the wound, a wicked grin crossed his lips, “Okay.” he said before he pulled her on top of him, allowing her full control as her hips ground into his. She felt him rub up against her, before they removed the final barriers between them and he slid into her. Her body stilled, before she moved against him. Her hips moved in a gentle rhythm until she knew she needed more. Her body moving against his as she chased her release. Their mouths colliding together in a tangle of teeth, tongues and moans. He moved his mouth lower, to suck on her neck, a hint of teeth, that made her hips buck against him, her hands clinging to him as she increased her pace.

“Wait, Betts, if you keep moving like that I won’t be able to.” She felt him come undone underneath her, his fingers digging into her hips as her body shuddered against him, the sensation overtaking her body once again.

She collapsed, spent, in his arms as her pulled her body close to his own. Her head rested against his chest,  his heart thudded against her ear. His hand brushed her hair away from her forehead and she looked up at him. Surprised when he leant down to press a gentle kiss against her own lips, before he tightened his arms around her.

And this moment, really did feel beautiful, for this dead girl walking.

[jamesbvck]

PEARLS & KNIVES | SWEETVEE FT. BUGHEAD

Perhaps it was the thrill of it all. Opposite sides of the track; opposite sides of the financial scale. The bad boy with the motorcycle and the princess in the blacked out Mercedes. He had a quick temper but she was a pretty little thing with a sharp tongue. He had a reputation and yet, so did she. The situation was delicate but what was in fun in keeping things safe?

But it wasn’t that simple.

Sweet Pea wasn’t going to tell Veronica he was sitting in a car with beanie boy Jughead to pick up almost a half million dollars in cocaine to transport to a drug lord in Bay Ridge. And that her best friend Betty Cooper was sitting pretty surveilling the operation from FP’s auto shop. It was hard enough Veronica was left in the dark, he almost felt guilty. But he had to keep her safe.

COMING SOON

[nataliecaves]

Bittersweet Symphony: Chapter 9 - Resolution

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7 chapter 8

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Sweet Pea x Natalie Caves (OC) Summary: Natalie Caves lives a seemingly perfect life, but after spending a summer at her uncle’s, everything changes. Word Count: 3742 A/N: Here’s a looong chapter to make up for the last shorter chapters and the angst! I hope you guys like it! Special thanks to @youbuildmeupbeliever for being super supportive and keeping me motivated to write this <3 I think this is going to be the last chapter i’m posting for a few weeks since i’m going to barcelona and just busy with school in general. Leave a comment to let me know what you think! <3

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Natalie was lying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling when her alarm went off. She took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes closed before picking up her phone and turning the alarm off. You can do this, she thought and slowly got up from the bed. She hadn’t been able to sleep much since her ‘scene’ with Sweet Pea. Natalie’s mother had been more than happy to let her stay at home for a few days if it meant keeping her away from her friends, who she still thought were bad influence.

Today had been exactly a week since the drag race and Natalie had barely left the house. She mostly stayed in her bedroom, listening to music and writing meaningless things into her notebook. Veronica and Kevin texted her every day and she even received a few texts from Betty and Archie, making sure she was alright.

Natalie rubbed her eyes and yawned, making her way to the bathroom. She wanted nothing more than to hide under her blankets for another week, but today she had to pull herself together and go to school. She would not be the heartbroken girl that held onto hope and cried over a boy that she barely knew. Today it was time to let go.

She took a quick shower, curled her hair and put on some makeup. After making her way to her closet and standing there for a good ten minutes, she finally picked a pastel blue skater dress with a white collar and paired it with a black coat. Stepping in front of the mirror, she took one last look at herself and sighed, You can do this.

When Natalie entered the kitchen downstairs, the first thing she heard was a gasp leaving her mother’s lips, “Happy birthday my dearest Natalie!” Scarlet almost cried out, rushing over to her and pulled her in a tight hug.

Today was Natalie’s seventeenth birthday. She returned her mother’s hug and rolled her eyes, smiling, “Thank you, mother.”

“Happy birthday, kiddo,” she heard her father say from where he was sitting by the kitchen table, giving her a quick wink before returning his attention to the news paper.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be up this early so I haven’t made any breakfast yet,” Scarlet pulled away and frowned before turning around and hurrying up to the stove.

“No, mother, it’s fine,” Natalie smiled, “I’ll just grab something at school.”

Scarlet’s head shot towards her, a concerned look on her face, “You’re going to school?” she asked nervously. “Are you sure that is a good idea?”

“Yeah, I can’t be locked in here by myself on my birthday, now can I?” Natalie replied with a smirk, walking up to her father to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Love you, see you later!” she called over her shoulder before making her way to the door, ignoring the look of disappointment in her mother’s eyes.

Natalie’s shoulders were tense as she entered Riverdale High. She looked nervously around as she made her way to her locker. She could’ve swore every single eye was on her as she walked through the hallways. She swallowed and opened her locker, trying to ignore the hollow feeling inside her.

“Natalie!” she heard someone shriek a few feet away. Turning around, she saw Veronica, Betty and Kevin rushing towards her, and sighed in relief. “Happy birthday dear! It’s so good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you too,” Natalie smiled softly.

Veronica immediately insisted that she would join her and Betty after school for some ‘girl stuff’ before meeting the guys at Pop’s for dinner. Kevin instantly began to fill her in on what she had missed while she was away. After Betty had exposed the Sugarman and come clean about her ‘relationship’ with the Black Hood, things seemed to be going back to normal. Betty and Jughead were finally back together, Betty and Veronica were back to being best friends.

The only thing that seemed off was Natalie.

She was glad she was finally able to see her friends but no matter how hard she tried, she could still feel the dull ache in her stomach, constantly reminding her of the boy who broke her heart. Even though she felt horrible on the inside, she had become a master at looking ecstatic on the outside. Who knows? Maybe if she convinced herself she was happy, she would be. And so, she laughed at her friends’ jokes, smiled at their comments and joined in on their conversations. To be honest, this was the closest she’d felt to being happy in weeks.

The day went by quickly. After school, Natalie went with Veronica and Betty to the Pembrooke. She thought it was good to finally be able to talk to her friends but no one ever mentioned what had happened at the race. Natalie was thankful for that. She’d spent the past week thinking about it and she appreciated anything that could distract her from it.

When it was finally time to meet Kevin, Archie and Jughead, the girls made their way to Pop’s. The boys were already there, sitting in their regular booth in the back, smiles appeared on their faces as they noticed them enter.

“Happy birthday!” the three boys shouted, causing Natalie to smile sheepishly as she sat down next to Kevin.

The whole group ordered milkshakes, except Jughead, who went for a burger and fries, as well as a milkshake. When the food came, Veronica suddenly brought out a small package, wrapped in silver and handed it to Natalie.

“This is from me and Archie. Happy birthday!” she said, smiling.

Natalie grinned and carefully opened the gift, gasping as saw what it was. Inside the box were two tickets to see Arctic Monkeys next month, Natalie’s favourite band.

“Thank you so much! I can’t believe it!” she gushed, squeezing Veronica’s hand.

Natalie had wanted to buy tickets to the concert for her and Sweet Pea, before everything went to shit. She wondered who she would bring with her now that she had tickets. She looked around at her friends. Archie’s hand was around Veronica’s shoulder, her hand on his thigh, and Betty was clutching Jughead’s hand tightly, the two of them sneaking loving looks at each other.

I’ll bring Kevin.

After Natalie thanked Veronica and Archie again, the others handed her their own gifts. Kevin gave her a gift card for Riverdale’s record shop, and Betty and Jughead gave her a beautiful notebook. Natalie was thankful they were her friends. She had only known them for a few months and she already felt like they were the best friends she could ever have.

“It’s getting late, we should get going,” Veronica suddenly announced, looking at Archie. He instantly nodded and the rest of the group started grabbing their things together.

It was getting late, Natalie knew, but the thought of going back home made her muscles tense. You just had a great time with your friends, you can handle going home. She faked a smile and gathered her stuff. She examined her friends’ faces, all of them smiling and happy. Except Jughead’s. His eyes were watching her, concern written all over his face. Out of everyone, Jughead seemed to be the only one that could see right through her. Natalie gave him a sad smile before they stood up and made their way outside.

“Thank you guys so much for tonight, I really appreciate it,” Natalie said solemnly, giving Archie and Veronica a hug.

“I’m just glad you’re back, we missed you!” Veronica replied, “Have a good night you guys, let’s go Archiekins.” She smiled and locked her arm with Archie’s before walking away.

Kevin gave her a quick hug and finally, she was left with Jughead and Betty. “Alright, I should get going. Thanks for tonight,” Natalie forced a smile.

“Wait, I’ll walk with you. It’s on the way to the trailer park anyways,” Jughead said, turning to Betty and whispering something in her ear before giving her a kiss. Natalie felt relieved. Even though it was only a few minute walk to her house, she was glad to have company for a little bit longer.

Betty gave him a smile and turned to Natalie. “Happy birthday again, see you tomorrow?” she asked softly before giving her a hug.

“Thanks, see you tomorrow.”

Betty gave Jughead a quick peck on the lips, turning back to Natalie and raising her hand up to wave, a big smile plastered on her lips before turning around to leave. Jughead smiled softly at Natalie and started walking down the street, Natalie following close behind.

The pair walked side by side in silence, until Jughead suddenly spoke up. “How you holding up?”

Natalie looked at him in surprise, hesitantly. “I’ve been better,” she forced a smile and sighed.

Jughead seemed to wince at her response. He turned to look in front of him, deep in thought, a few moments passing before he replied. “I know it’s maybe not my place to ask...” he started, causing Natalie to shoot him a suspicious look. “But what’s going on with you and Sweet Pea?”

“Nothing,” Natalie scoffed, looking away. “He made that perfectly clear.”

Jughead sighed, “Yeah, I don’t know about that. He’s been acting really weird since you went to the quarry with him, Toni and Fangs.”

Natalie’s thoughts trailed back to that time. How happy Sweet Pea was to see her. How his hand was wrapped around her the whole time, keeping her close to him. Until all of the sudden he had pushed her away. She took a deep breath, clenching her jaw as she kept walking, Jughead silent beside her, sighing.

“Toni told me what happened. It just… it doesn’t seem like him” Jughead said.

“Yeah, how should I know? He’s obviously not who I thought he was,” Natalie snarled, halting to a stop.

Jughead stopped and turned to her. “I saw what happened at the race,” he sighed. “It was pretty obvious he felt miserable. He’s usually the one making snarky comments and mocking everyone, but after you stormed off, he barely opened his mouth.”

“Good to know he might have a tiny piece of soul left after all.” Natalie scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“No, Natalie. You don’t get it,” Jughead said, placing one hand on her shoulder. “I’m pretty sure he thinks he’s protecting you.”

“And how the fuck would that be protecting me?!” she spat bitterly and started walking down the street.

“Hey, Betty pushed me away because she thought she was protecting me from the Black Hood. People do stupid shit. Maybe you should give him a chance,” he offered, following close behind her.

“I gave him a chance, Jughead. It didn’t exactly end well.” she muttered, refusing to meet his eyes.

She heard Jughead sigh as they stopped outside of her house. She turned to face him, and saw him reach for something in his bag, pulling out a small gift and handing to her. She furrowed her brows and looked at him suspiciously before accepting it. It was a small box, badly wrapped in brown paper.

She looked up at Jughead, who gave her a hopeful smile. “Hey, I’m just saying. He’s used to people giving up on him,” he gently squeezed her shoulder before turning to walk towards the Southside. “Maybe all he needs is some reassurance!” she heard him call over his shoulder before he disappeared.

Natalie stood outside her house in confusion, clutching the small box in her hand. Hesitantly, she ripped the packaging off and opened the box. Inside was Sweet Pea’s dog tag. Gently placed on top of it was a note that said ‘Happy birthday’, scribbled in a messy handwriting. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes, the familiar ache filling her stomach but even so, the corners of her mouth curled up in a soft smile. She let out a silent sob, picking up the necklace, running her thumb over the tag.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she whispered to herself.

Natalie turned to look at her house. There were lights in her parents’ bedroom window but she knew they would’ve already called her if they were expecting her to be home yet. Sighing, her eyes moved to down the street where Jughead had disappeared. One last chance, she thought, placing the necklace over her neck and walking towards the Southside.

Picking up her phone, she typed in Sweet Pea’s number and waited. Rejected. She wasn’t surprised. If what Jughead had said was true, she would have to confront him alone and insisting on getting under his facade. She didn’t know where she could find him since she didn’t know where he lived. From what she’d heard about the Serpents, her best (and only) option was to go to the Whyte Wyrm. She opened Google Maps and typed in the name of the Serpent bar, and found the directions. Only a ten minute walk.

A little while later, Natalie was standing outside a small bar. The sign was old and beat down, the walls were dirty and she could practically smell the cigarette smoke coming from inside. Around fifteen motorcycles were parked out front but there wasn’t a person in sight. Nervously, she slowly walked up the steps and pushed the door open.

She was hit by a wall of warmth and smoke, shouts and laughter. It was dimly lit, faces in the shadows turning to look at her as she entered. She swallowed, clenching her hands into fists, and walked towards the bar, ignoring the whispers and comments coming from around her. Wearing her pastel blue dress and high heeled boots, it was certain that she stood out from the crowd. At the bar stood a tall man, dressed in an old flannel shirt and a denim vest. His long hair was greasy, looking like it hadn’t been properly washed for weeks. His grey eyes examined her face, a hint of despise apparent on his face.

“Hi, uhm. Is SP around?” she asked quietly, swallowing nervously.

The tall man narrowed his eyes and leaned over the bar table. “Who?”

“Oh, uhm. Sweet Pea. Is he here?” Natalie asked again, this time a bit more confidently.

“Haven’t seen him,” he grunted, turning his attention back to the glasses he was wiping. When Natalie didn’t move, his eyes shot towards her, a bitter look on his face. “Now, I’d suggest you leave, sweetheart,” he spat, causing Natalie to flinch and take a step back.

“It’s okay, Tall Boy. I know her.” she heard Toni say next to her and grab her hand. “Come on.” she whispered and dragged her through the crowd, to a closed room in the back.

“Thanks.” Natalie muttered and sat down on one of the chairs.

“What are you doing here?” Toni scowled, standing over her with her arms crossed.

“I need to talk to Pea. He hasn’t been replying to any texts or calls so I came here,” Natalie explained.

Toni let out a sigh and sat down next to her. Natalie watched as she picked up her phone and typed a message, before shoving it back into her pocket. “He should be on his way now.” Toni gave her a smile and Natalie let out a deep breath. “Sorry for asking… but what exactly happened with you guys?”

“I’m not sure.” Natalie stated blankly.

Toni opened her mouth as if to say something but stayed silent. After a few minutes, she stood up from her chair. “Can I get you anything? Glass of water?”

“That would be good, thanks.” Natalie smiled.

Her mind was racing. What was she going to say to him? The last time she confronted him he called her a Northsider slut. Why would this time be any different? She buried her face in her palms and sighed. Coming here was stupid, she thought and stood up. As she turned to leave, Toni came back with a glass of water.

“Are you leaving?” she asked, confused.

“I don’t know what I was thinking, coming here. I don’t want to be a bother, he’ll probably be glad if I just leave.” Natalie blurted out, giving Toni an apologetic smile before pushing past her to the door.

“Hey!” Toni grabbed her hand to stop her and whispered, “You’re too late. Good luck.”

Suddenly, the door was pushed open and someone barged in. Natalie flinched and her head shot towards Sweet Pea, who was towering over her. “Natalie,” he growled lowly, grabbing her upper arm firmly and dragging her out of the room. Natalie felt heart heart racing, her breathing becoming shorter. She didn’t know if she was scared or relieved.

He pulled her through the crowd and stormed out of the Whyte Wyrm, letting go of her hand as they stopped by the street. Thankfully, there was no one outside.

Sweet Pea looked terrible. There were dark rings under his eyes, his skin pale and his hair messier than usual. He breathed heavily through his nostrils, his jaw clenched, his shoulders tense.

“Sweet Pea. Talk to me.” Natalie whispered, taking a step closer to him.

Suddenly, he snapped. His face shot towards her, a furious expression on his face as he stormed towards her. “What the hell were you thinking?!” he roared, his voice loud and angry.

Natalie was taken by surprise, her eyes widening at his sudden outburst. “Wha- what do you mean?” she stuttered, afraid.

“Going to the Southside and INTO THE FUCKING WYRM?! Alone?! Something could’ve happened to you!” he snarled, looking angrily into her eyes. Natalie was trembling, tears filling her eyes. His eyes turned softer and he took a step back, running his hand through his hair as he took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. But you can’t go on and come here alone, it’s not safe for you,” he said.

“I can take care of myself, you know,” she countered, crossing her arms.

He turned to look at her and scoffed, clenching his fists, “Yeah, right.”

They stood there in silence, looking at each other. There was a hint of shame in Sweet Pea’s eyes. Natalie didn’t know what to make of it. Frowning, she slowly took a step closer to him and reached for his hand. He shut his eyes and sighed, his fingers wrapping around hers.

“Why are you here?” he asked suddenly, letting go of her hand and turning around.

“Because...” Natalie replied, her voice breaking, “I just don’t understand what the fuck happened, Pea.”

He winced, and she could see that he was tearing up. “I don’t want to be with you, Natalie. This was never going to work. You need to get over it.” he hissed.

“No. I don’t believe you,” she said, firmly. He furrowed his brows and glared at her.

“Too bad, it’s the truth.”

She took a deep breath, and stepped closer. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s really going on.”

“Natalie...” he warned. “You need to leave.”

“Why are you ignoring me? Why won’t you talk to me?” she said angrily.

“Natalie.” he spat, clenching his fists in clear annoyance.

“Why?!” she yelled, placing both hands on his chest and pushing.

“Because I’m in love with you!” he shouted back in frustration and Natalie froze. He sighed at her expression, covering his face with his hands as he realized what he had said.

“That’s why I’ve been ignoring you.” he mumbled.

He started pacing back and forth, muttering something under his breath, nervously running his hand through his hair. “Fuck.” he hissed and angrily kicked a trash bin next to him, so hard that it fell down. Natalie finally found the will to move, and cautiously walked up to him.

“Hey,” she whispered, placing her arms around his neck. He took a deep breath, clenching his eyes shut, refusing to look at her. “Hey, look at me,” she said, louder this time, her hand moving to his cheek. At first, he kept his eyes closed, but then, he sighed and finally opened them to look at her. His expression changed from angry to sad. He frowned, examining her face. She felt the tears escaping her eyes and he reached his hand up to cup her face, his thumb wiping away a few stray tears.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, looking away, his eyes filled with guilt.

Natalie moved her hand to force him to face her again, and took a deep breath. “I love you too.”

His eyes widened and the guilt was washed away with relief. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her closer so that she was pressed against his chest. Natalie sighed against him, her body relaxing from the warmth of his embrace. Her hands snaked under his jacket around his torso and squeezed him tightly. She never wanted to let go.

After a moment, he pulled away slightly, his hands positioned firmly on her waist. Natalie looked up at him and smiled softly. Throwing her arms around his neck, she leaned up and brought his lips to hers. In that moment, everything that had happened was gone. All that mattered was the two of them right there in that moment.

He eagerly returned the kiss, his hands travelling to the back of her thighs to lift her up. She wrapped her legs around his torso and held tightly onto his neck. He moved her against the wall, pressing his body against her, deepening the kiss. The kiss was almost desperate but it was filled with intimacy and passion. Natalie parted her lips and his tongue entered her mouth. She felt a spark run through her, carding her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

He gently put her down on the ground, his hands travelling up her back, his lips never leaving hers. Finally, she pulled away, gasping for air. He rested her forehead on hers and sighed, “I’m so sorry, Natalie. For everything.”

“I forgive you,” she smiled, pressing a kiss on his lips. “But don’t ever do that again,” she said sternly before letting out a laugh.

“I promise,” he chuckled, his hands cupping her face and he connected their lips again. “I love you, Natalie Caves,” he whispered against her lips, his hand stroking her hair.

“I love you too, Sweet Pea.”

[peterholcombe]

Hanging out with the Troutman family a few weeks back in Idaho, and photographing them playing in the waves of @kellyswhitewaterpark - We live in such a great time with places like this to enjoy a river and perfect toys like the @badfishsup surfboards and kids-sized @jackson.kayak boats to give the little ones a perfect intro to river culture. Great job @emilyjacksonkayak & @nicktroutmankayak for getting em’ out young! - #riverfamily #kayakkids #riversurf #surfidaho #familyadventures (at Kelly's Whitewater Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSAEiliFSYl/?utm_medium=tumblr

[classicalbughead]

Can I beat within your heart? (Can I bleed within your love?)

Valentine’s Day Bughead AU

Read on AO3 here

Valentine’s day was one of Jughead Jones’ least favorite holidays. Every year the chocolate heart-shaped cakes and red roses appeared out of nowhere and wanted him to buy them. Jughead didn’t understand why everyone was making such a big deal out of Valentine’s day. If you had a partner, shouldn’t you appreciate each other every day? So what made the 14th of February so special?

Jughead had spent the whole day inside, avoiding canoodling couples and salesmen, who just wanted to get rid of their stuff. It had been a pretty quiet day so far - Archie and he had spent all morning battling each other in various video games and now they were watching their third Hitchcock movie from the marathon Jughead had suggested. When the microwaves told them with a few beeps that their popcorn was ready, Archie got up looking at the clock.

“Ronnie will be here in half an hour, I should get dressed,” Archie noted putting the popcorn into a bowl. Jughead sighed and put the movie on pause.

“I still don’t understand why you agreed to this, Arch,” Jughead grumbled also getting up and running his hand through his dark hair that was sticking out in all directions.

“Look, Jug,” Archie began, “Veronica thought it would be fun for us to go on a double-date and Betty just got a new boyfriend…I know you aren’t a huge fan of Valentine’s day or romance for that matter, but it’s just one evening.”

“Well, I guess I’ll have to finish that movie marathon without you then, Archibald,” Jughead concluded and took the bowl of popcorn.

***

Exactly half an hour later there was a loud knock on the door. Archie, who had sat uncomfortably in his seat ever since he had put on his suit, almost fell off the chair trying to get to the door. Jughead almost couldn’t hold back his laughter when Archie finally managed to reach the door and open it.

“Archiekins!” Veronica exclaimed throwing her arms around her boyfriend’s neck. Jughead turned his attention to the TV again so he didn’t have to hear what Veronica and Archie were doing on the doorstep. Though, when Veronica mentioned her blonde roommate Jughead quickly forgot the TV again.

“Betty’s date…he kind of stood her up,” Veronica just explained as she sat down next to Jughead on the sofa.

“Oh that’s…I’m sorry,” Archie conceded and scratched his neck nervously, “So…I guess it’s just you and me then?” Veronica nodded.

“That is if you don’t want to tag along, Jug? We still have reservations for four people.”

“Thank you, Veronica, but I wouldn’t want to be a third wheel,” Jughead declared, “Besides, I still have half an hour left of Vertigo.”

Veronica looked at him with her you-are-kinda-weird-look but shrugged, grabbed her jacket and her boyfriend’s hand.

“Bye, Jug. We’ll be back….later,” Archie informed him before closing the door. Jughead grinned and leaned back on the couch.

He didn’t want to know what those two had in mind for tonight. After all, the walls in their apartment were pretty thin. Maybe they would go back to Veronica’s place. Poor Betty though. His thoughts drifted to the blonde girl that lived just a few blocks away. He had always liked Betty. She was a kind and gentle woman, who was incredibly good at baking, as much as Jughead could tell from the few times he and Archie had visited Veronica in her apartment. But why would anyone stand her up? On Valentine’s day?

“What an idiot,” Jughead muttered but the thought of Betty sitting in her apartment all alone on Valentine’s day, probably crying, didn’t leave his head.

After a few more minutes, when the end credits of Vertigo rolled over the screen, Jughead got up. It wasn’t fair that a girl like Betty had gotten stood up on Valentine’s day. But what could he do? Jughead took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts. He was going to go ever there. He rushed to his bedroom and grabbed his favorite flannel. Before he left his apartment he picked up Psycho from the top of his little Hitchcock pile.

The streets were crowded with couples who were holding hands, but Jughead deliberately ignored them as he headed towards one of the many stores that sold those little chocolate hearts. He bought a handful and also decided to get Betty a single red rose. Even though he hates Valentine’s day it didn’t mean Betty would have to pass on the typical Valentine’s day presents.

When he finally reached Betty’s apartment it was already dark outside. He took a deep breath and knocked. After a few seconds, he could hear quiet steps approaching the door. When the door opened Jugheads eyes fell on a ponytail-less Betty Cooper. His heart nearly broke as he saw her like that. Her eyes were all puffy and she was wearing sweatpants and an oversized sweater.

“Jug? What are you doing here?” she asked quietly. The sound of her voice made him want to hug her.

“I just came by because…well, Veronica told me what happened and I didn’t want you to be alone on Valentine’s day. Also…,” he stuttered.

“What?” Betty whispered.

“I have something for you. I just thought that you shouldn’t miss out on Valentine’s just because some jerk stood you up,” he admitted handing here the rose and the chocolates. Betty’s face brightened up and she took her presents and Jughead suddenly was very glad that he had been the one who had made her happy.

“Oh, Jug…You didn’t have to,” she protested. Jughead just smiled at her.

“Do you want to come in?” she proposed and took a step back.

“I was kind of counting on it. I brought Psycho…I figured we could be alone together?” he suggested waving with the movie in his hand. Betty nodded and followed him to her sofa.

“Thank you for coming, Juggie,” Betty murmured as she wrapped herself in a blanket next to Jughead on the sofa.

“No problem, Betts. I just thought it wasn’t fair to you. Getting stood up on Valentine’s…that guy is a jerk and he doesn’t deserve you,” Jughead growled.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Betty agreed, robbed closer to him and let her head fall onto his shoulder, “Let’s watch the movie.”

When Jughead hit play his hand was on Betty’s knee and he could feel her breath against his neck. Maybe Valentine’s day wasn’t so bad after all

Huge thanks to the amazing, the irreplaceable, the one and only @wonderrful for beta-ing this. Love you, Sim <3 And happy Valentine’s day to all of you :)

[jovickworld]

Got the whole family in the river after work yesterday. It’s our happy place as a family. Seen here I am holding Sam’s rod so he can get a better spot on a rock in the middle of the river. And build a bridge with sticks to the next rock. Ugh. I love him. V is swimming. Of course. Made me swim the current several times. How can you say no!?! Oh I love her. @laurjo fishing and enjoying the sun. She’s my lady! Perfect evening for the Jovick’s. What’s your ideal family time look like? #worklifebalance #familytime #familyfirst #riverfamily #fishingaddict #jovick #jovickbuilt #contractor #generalcontractor #construction #newconstruction #remodels #residential #commercial #home #homebuilding #homebuilder #customhomes #custom #leed #usgbc #earthadvantage #netzero #oregon #roguevalley #ashland #carpentry #finehomebuilding #homestead #homesteading (at Southern Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFyV2whpCeD/?igshid=106rbv1gvvctq

[tdobson]

I never met Kevin Larkin. So going to a paddle on his memorial weekend might feel a bit weird. But it wasn't at all. Of course, if Kev was here today, I probably would know him. And in many ways, I feel like I do know him, slightly. As much as I can say I know other members of the #RiverFamily! So down the Dee we descended. Predominantly upright, but sometimes with the big kids doing wheelies. Ahem. "Tailees". Despite my fears, I styled my town falls line and felt like I'd made some new friends, some cheering me on in spirit, some in person. A good Dee day. Thanks for having me y'all 💙 (at Llangollen) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7vHSKjJdAk/?igshid=v98kdagj8uso

[ninelittledevils]

“i wish we could just go, just hop on a motorcycle and leave riverdale.“

“like romeo and juliet, but we live happily ever after instead”

[ieatbooksfortea]

Catch Trailer

written by @juggiehasmyheart17 (reignofthefandom)

Synopsis: Up and coming sports journalist Betty Cooper is given the chance of a lifetime when she is assigned to interview baseball's favorite pitcher Jughead Jones. No one knows anything about him and Betty likes a challenge. When they sit down face to face, Jughead's reclusive demeanor puts Betty off. But she can't give up. She's stubborn, and he's secretive. One way or another Betty is gonna find out what he's hiding. She's got so many questions. Where did he pop up from? What does the small embroidered crown on his baseball cap mean? What makes him tick? And more importantly, is he flirting with her?

COMING SOON TO AO3

clips:

Riverdale S1 and S2

others 1 2 3

music:

I think I’m in love - Kat Dahlia

[godheadjones]

I mean this as the highest of complements and you look like the timeskip Jellybean Jones we deserve!

im CRYING right now shes my bestie and i literally love her and then you come along and say "you look like the timeskip JB we deserve" and im just like gaping at the computer screen utter disbelief anon your my beloved and you have great taste in fan casting /hj with that last comment :)

[schnitzerphoto]

Summer, defined. . . #justaddwater #idaho #rafting #exploremore #getoutside #riverfamily (at Frank Church–River of No Return Wilderness) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0n3C2lBqun/?igshid=r2lss8y6n7bn

[nataliecaves]

Bittersweet Symphony: Chapter 8

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Sweet Pea x Natalie Caves (OC) Summary: Natalie Caves lives a seemingly perfect life, but after spending a summer at her uncle’s, everything changes. Word Count: 2000 A/N: ANGST I’M SORRY!!! Thanks to @youbuildmeupbeliever for editing and being amazing and everyone that has been supportive i love you guys xx Let me know what you think! I’ve been super busy (like always) so hopefully I can finish next chapter before the weekend, it’ll probably be a bit longer than usual :)

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“Where do you think you’re going?”

Natalie stopped in the middle of the stairs, furrowing her brow at her mother and clutching her school bag tightly. Scarlet Caves stood by the door with her arms crossed and a firm expression on her face. “School?” Natalie replied, confused.

Scarlet shook her head and sighed. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be surrounded by these… teenagers. They’re obviously a bad influence and I don’t want you near any of it!” she stated firmly. Natalie examined her mother’s face. She wasn’t used to being strict with Natalie, and it was obvious that she was struggling with it.

“They’re my friends, mother. It’s not like they forced me to do anything.” Natalie shrugged, but Scarlet wouldn’t have it.

“Those friends of yours are obviously mixed up in drugs and gangs. If they didn’t force you, it just shows the influence they have on you for just being around them.” Scarlet sighed. “Oh, and poor Veronica. I can’t believe she got mixed up in this as well.”

Of course she thought Veronica was just an unfortunate victim in this situation. Scarlet looked at Natalie and Veronica like they were the perfect children who would never do anything that might disappoint their parents. Her mother looked at every teenager coming from a rich successful family like that. If only she knew that it was mostly those kids that were mixed up in drugs or other “frowned upon” doings. They were just usually better at hiding it from their parents.

“You can’t keep me away from school!” Natalie hissed, strutting down the stairs and stopping in front of her mother with her head held high. “Now I’m going to be late. Would you please let me leave?”

Scarlet’s eyes twitched, as if she was trying so hard not to break under the pressure. Natalie almost felt bad for her. She wasn’t used to defying her but she would not be kept from going to school and see her friends. To be honest, Natalie had little interest in going to school and pretending everything was fine. But there was nothing Natalie could imagine being worse than being locked away in her room, isolated from everything but her feelings.

Natalie glared at her mother bitterly until she finally sighed and stepped to the side, allowing Natalie to leave. “Thank you,” Natalie mumbled before disappearing through the door.

The day passed by slowly. Natalie was too distraught to pay attention to class or the conversations between her friends at lunch. It had been two days since Natalie had watched Sweet Pea being dragged away by the police. She hadn’t heard a single word from him, or anyone for that matter about what had happened afterwards. Jughead was suddenly a Serpent and didn’t seem to want to talk to anyone after what happened with him and Betty. She hadn’t seen much of Betty or Veronica, but Natalie figured they must’ve resolved things after Betty’s outburst at Nick’s party. Kevin was still the same old cheerful Kevin, and she was thankful for that. But after everything, the only one she really wanted to talk to was the one ignoring her calls.

When her last class was finally dismissed, Natalie stashed her books in her locker and slammed the door closed. She let out a frustrated sigh after checking her phone and seeing three messages from her mother. School hadn’t been out for five minutes before she was demanding to know where she was and when she would be home. Grabbing her bag, she quickly started making her way to the exit.

“Nat, wait!” a hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder. Turning around, she noticed Kevin standing next to her.

“What’s going on?” she asked, furrowing her brow.

“There’s going to be a drag race later, Serpents versus Ghoulies.” he explained, grinning.

“I’ll pass.” she said, rolling her eyes. As much as she didn’t want to go home, she wasn’t in the mood for socializing. I guess that means they’re not in jail anymore.

“Come on! It’ll be fun.” Kevin frowned, taking her hands into his. “We need to support Archie and Jughead. And besides, maybe he will be there?” he continued, a hint of hope in his voice.

Natalie scoffed. She was relieved to hear that the Serpents were okay but she was furious with Sweet Pea for ignoring her and not even bothering to reply with a simple text message to let her know he was alright. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to see him. Well, maybe if she was being honest with herself, she could admit that she did really want to see him. She’d been miserable the past few days, a mixture of sadness and anger stewing within her. All she wanted was an explanation. It was obvious that he didn’t want to have anything to do with her but to her, it still made no sense.

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at Kevin, who was still looking at her like an excited three-year-old. “Fine.” she groaned, and Kevin let out a satisfied laugh. “But only because of Archie and Jughead.”

Kevin rolled his eyes and locked his arm with hers, “Whatever you say, sweetie.”

Natalie picked up her phone and typed a text to her mother, telling her she was going to Veronica’s to study. As long as Veronica was involved, her mother didn’t seem to care what they were doing. “Where to?” she asked Kevin as they walked out of the school.

“Veronica’s.”

“Wait. So the St. Clair’s basically paid Cheryl’s mother so she wouldn’t press charges?” Natalie asked Veronica, who nodded.

It didn’t come as a surprise to Natalie. This is what rich people did. They went about life, manipulating and covering up any scandal a member of the family might be a part of, paying people to keep silent so their reputation was unscathed. She was certain her parents had done similar things, and Veronica’s family as well. That did not mean she approved of it. In fact, she despised it. This was one of the reasons she didn’t want to be a part of her family’s world. A world of lies and masks.

She felt bad for Cheryl. Although Natalie’s parents might not be perfect, she knew that if anyone would harm her, they would never accept payment to push it aside. Just like the St. Clair’s wouldn’t if the tables were turned for their precious Nicholas.

Veronica’s phone vibrated suddenly and she stood up. “Reggie is here to pick us up.” she announced, “Got everything?”

“Yeah, let’s go”

Natalie followed Veronica and Kevin down the stairs and out the door to see Reggie’s car parked out front. Stepping into the backseat, she suddenly felt nervous, her muscles tensing and her breathing shortening as her thoughts wandered to Sweet Pea. She was going there to support her friends. He was her friend.

Was.

Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile and joined in on the laughter of her friends. It didn’t take them long to drive to where the race was going to be. Several cars and motorcycles were already parked by the edges of the road, Serpents and Northsiders on one side, Ghoulies on the other. They parked right next to a group of Serpents, leaning up against their motorcycle. Natalie scanned the crowd as she stepped out of the car, and didn’t recognise any of the Serpents.

He’s not here. Yet. she thought to herself, exhaling deeply. Betty and Cheryl were already there, as were Archie and Jughead. Natalie leaned against Reggie’s car next to Kevin, crossing her arms as she watched the Ghoulies, tension in the air between the two sides. More people arrived and she felt her jaw clench with every car or motorcycle that drove past her. Finally, she noticed them.

Two motorcycles approached, parking a few feet away. Fangs and Toni got off of one bike, and on the other, was Sweet Pea. He didn’t seem to have noticed her yet. He removed his helmet, revealing his messy black hair, using one hand to run his fingers through it. He had a smirk on his face, his eyes dark but soft as he looked around. Damn him. He looked happy. At least he did until his eyes found hers.

The smirk washed off his face, a hint of panic rushing to his eyes. Natalie felt her hands clenching into fists, all the hurt and anger washing over her. Kevin grabbed her arm gently and whispered warningly, “Natalie… Don’t.”

She had to confront him. This might be her only chance. There was no way she could just ignore him after everything that had happened. Giving Kevin a poisonous look, she ripped away from his grasp and stormed over to Sweet Pea. Toni and Fangs shared a knowing look and quickly took a step back, leaving Sweet Pea alone.

“What the fuck, Pea?!” Natalie shouted, punching him harshly on the arm. “Why haven’t you returned any of my calls?! Do you know how worried I’ve been?”

All of the confusion and anger she had been building up the past few days burst out all at once. She felt tears forming in her eyes as he said nothing, only looking at the ground with a guilty expression on his face. That only made the anger that pulsed through her veins burn hotter.

“Are you fucking serious?” she growled, raising her right hand to slap him, a tear falling down her cheek. Before her palm hit the side of his face, he quickly grabbed her forearm to keep her in place. His fingers tightened firmly around it, his jaw clenching as he looked down at her.

“Natalie. Stop it.” he hissed as he grabbed her other hand, struggling to keep her from wriggling loose and hitting him again. “Stop. It.”

She knew people were looking at them but she didn’t care. She continued to struggle with her hands, giving up as she looked up at him and let out a silent sob. “Why won’t you talk to me?” she whimpered. His jaw was clenched and his lips pursed in a straight line, but his eyes had a hint of vulnerability in them. Almost as if he was trying to be angry, but struggled to keep up the facade.

He then took a deep breath and suddenly his eyes changed. There was no longer vulnerability, only coldness and a steely gaze. He raised his head high and straightened his posture so he towered over her. He glared down at her, his eyes narrowing as he leaned his face closer to hers.

“Go back to your friends,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his voice stinging like venom. For the first time ever, she was afraid of Sweet Pea. The boy she thought she knew was gone. She looked at him in disbelief and took a step back. He slowly let go of her arms, the corners of his mouth curling up in a mocking grin. “Northsider slut.”

Natalie’s heart broke instantly. She heard Toni gasp beside them but he paid her no mind. His eyes still fixated on her, studying her reaction. The tears were now flowing down her face. She raised her trembling hand up to the dog tag around her neck and ripped it off. Her eyes moved to look at the necklace in her hand before she angrily threw it at him, hitting the middle of his chest.

Sweet Pea’s face changed quickly, gone was the smirk on his face. His lips formed a straight line, and his jaw was clenched. He’d caught the dog tag and looked down at it for a moment before returning his gaze to Natalie. His eyes were almost apologetic, but not a word came out of his mouth.

Natalie sniffed, wiping away the tears on her face and took a step closer. “Fuck you, SP.” she snarled with venom, turning on her heels and storming away.

[peterholcombe]

Mother’s Days on the Arkansas River with an epic family. It’s so good to paddle with the Harvey’s. It made me wish I’d brought a board. @_mikeharvey @miles.arvey_ @hanley_harvey @chloe.harvey29 @adventurous.miss @holcombe.kathy #famagogofriends . . . . . . . #riverfam #mothersday #mothersdaypaddle #sup #badfishsup #paddleboarding #paddlelife #kayak #rivertime #riverfamily #float #whitewater #momlife #momsofinstagram #mompaddles #surfcolorado #intothewater #gopro (at Downtown Salida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CADaM8vlA4f/?igshid=arj3u7p2s08q

[raymondebidochonlifechoices]

Riverdale Fall Promptathon: raymondebidochonlifechoices

I’m participating in the fall @riverdalepromptathon! Check out this post to learn more about what’s going on and how you can participate, too.

Fics I’m accepting prompts for:

Tangerine Tangerine Tangerine (previously untitled drabble for week 2 of Promptathon I)

The Witching Hour

Do It For Riverdale

No Harm No Foul (The One With The Five Seasons Total Landscape Inc. Parking Lot)

The Littlest King

Obnoxious Christmas Traditions of the Riverfamilies (not really a fic but ... it could be one? 😁 All snippets are game except for the Blossom Panto!)

Please don’t send me prompts that include:

Angst, Betty or Jughead dying/dead, non-con

I’m no good at smut, so the chances of a naughty rating are less that the Riverdale writers remembering Toffee ... Apologies.

I’m open to non-bughead-centric prompts but I can guarantee you that they will inevitably turn bugheadwards one way or the other! Oops!

My Archie is usually clueless and prone to act as comedic relief.

If you want to create art/edits for any of my fics/snippets, it will be an honour and a delight! I will love you for ever and ever! No, seriously, here’s everything I’ve ever written! 

If you want to write, the fics in the prompt list are yours (that Blossom Panto snippet excepted). Go mad!

It’ll be greatly appreciated if angst, death and non-con are avoided. 

Welcome to my ask box!!!