#whatever i am become sleepy the goer to bed

[brainworm-blitz]

Ough... Bed and cat.... The only things that make life worthwhile...... Save me

[fireworkss-exe]

finished oppenheimer, felt like a 700 page novel and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I am become sleepy the goer to bed or whatever he said

[frontymython]

I am become sleepy, goer to bed or whatever sloppenheimer said

[seriestrash]

The List - Chapter Seven

- 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 -

Summary: It’s summer vacation and TJ and Cyrus fill their days checking things of Cyrus’ list.

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Chapter Seven: Lazy Days

Word Count: 2686

Cyrus wakes when he’s gently kicked by TJ whom stirred lightly in place. Cyrus groggily looks up from where he had been curled into the arm of the sofa. A pillow had been placed under his head and a blanket had been draped over both his and TJ’s lap. The television was also turned off. That was definitely not how Cyrus remembered drifting off to sleep last night. Considering Cyrus was fairly certain TJ dozed off first and it felt like a very loving motherly thing to do, he thought Tess might have come in and tucked them both in after returning in the early AM from work.

Even with the pillow being placed under his head, Cyrus still has a painful kink in his neck from how he fell asleep and he listens to his bones crack as he stretches in place. His eyes fall on TJ as he groggily wakes too.

“That was uncomfortable.” TJ proclaims sleepily as he stretches out his tense limbs.

“Tell me about it,” Cyrus yawns, “And we didn’t even finish the task.”

“Next time we attempt this, I’m setting up the pullout bed just in case.” TJ laughs but groans a little when he rubs at the kink in his neck. 

“I second that.” Cyrus agrees. 

“What do you want to do today?” TJ questions now that he’s a little more awake. He picks up his glasses that were on the coffee table and places them on his face. 

“Nothing.” Cyrus grumbles, still sleepy from the couple hours they managed in an uncomfortable set up. “Too tired.” 

TJ lets a soft laugh out at how spent Cyrus was. “We can take a break from the list today.” TJ states, “Do something else that’s fun instead.” 

“Like what?” Cyrus’ interest spikes.

“I don’t know,” TJ shrugs, “What do you like to do for fun? Other than making lists.” TJ jokes. 

“I like the museum?” Cyrus is unsure. 

“Museum it is.” TJ happily agrees. “But first let’s get some breakfast, I’m starving.” 

The pair make their way into the kitchen for something to eat. The twins are sitting at the kitchen counter with a bowl of cereal in front of each of them whilst Tess washes up some dishes. Cyrus wonders how Tess managed to be so chirpy considering she would have had less sleep than he and TJ did but then again, that was another very motherly thing to do. 

TJ starts fixing him and Cyrus some cereal whilst Tess lectures her eldest son about making their guest sleep uncomfortably on the sofa. 

“We fell asleep like that by accident, it wasn’t intentional.” TJ halfheartedly defends his actions. 

Tess drops the argument quickly and asks the boys what they were thinking about doing for the day. TJ explains that they were planning on going to museum and checks if that was alright with his mom. Tess says she has no problem with it and makes a casual comment that surprises Cyrus about TJ loving the museum.

After eating the mountain load of cereal TJ poured for them both, the two boys get ready for their day. Cyrus showers first and TJ attempts to tease Cyrus in a similar manner he had been subjected to the evening before but since Cyrus’ hair looked very much the same wet as it did dry, TJ’s attempt fell flat. Cyrus still laughs at the taller boys attempts and retorts with some harmless teasing of his own, Cyrus implies that TJ stretched out his clothes the night before. 

If this summer so far had proved one thing about the boys relationship it was that TJ and Cyrus have a habit of losing time when they’re together. Whether it’s due to them messing around and getting off track or just getting carried away with whatever they were doing. This morning was definitely the former as they boys didn’t manage to leave until close to midday despite having been up since 7am. 

The two arrive at the natural history museum after Tess dropped them off. Walking around the museum with TJ was eyeopening for Cyrus and it also made Tess’s previous comment make sense. Cyrus was learning how much of a history geek TJ was. TJ would proudly explain the history behind various exhibits and it was so wonderfully warming to witness that Cyrus pretended to be amazed by each fact TJ shared even though he himself knew a lot about them.

Once the pair finally reach the prehistoric section of the museum, thoughts of Iris flows to the forefront of Cyrus’ mind and he questions why it had taken him so long to think of her, after all, they had gone here on a date together in the past. Cyrus is snapped out of his deep thought bubble when TJ gently nudges Cyrus’ ribs with his elbow. 

“Come on, tell me about the dinosaurs,” TJ says, “I know you’re dying to.” 

“Nothing could tricera-top, your presentation of the ancient Egyptian exhibit.” Cyrus pauses for a laugh but is met a blank expression from TJ. 

“Was that a dinosaur pun?” TJ knits his brows together. 

“Come on that was dino-mite.” Cyrus holds his hands out and gives TJ a look like he was waiting for a reaction but again TJ refuses to play along and shakes his head. 

“Tough crowd.” Cyrus mumbles and TJ finally laughs. Iris would have laughed at my joke... Cyrus thinks to himself.  

“Okay, tell me about the giant scary lizards.” TJ says with a kind smile as he was genuine in wanting Cyrus to offload his knowledge. 

“Now I get it.” Cyrus folds his arms knowingly. 

“Get what?” TJ is confused. 

“It’s not just snakes your scared of but reptiles and these ‘giant scary lizards’,” Cyrus uses air quotes, “Aren’t amusing to you therefore my dinosaur puns, not well received.”

“Yeah that’s the only reason.” TJ pfft’s the idea but Cyrus knew he was correct. “You going to dork out over the dinosaurs or are we leaving?” TJ tries to shift focus away from his reptile phobia. 

“Right this way,” Cyrus puts on a goofy voice as he motions towards the first stop of the exhibit. 

Now it was TJ’s turn to listen to Cyrus be the geek which definitely didn’t bother the basketball captain at all, in fact, TJ encouraged it. As they’re nearing the end of the prehistoric section, Cyrus announces excitedly they were coming up to his personal favourite dinosaur but as he turns to lead them there he trips on the laces of his sneakers and takes a huge tumble in front of all the other museum goers.

“Here we have a new exhibit in the prehistoric wing,” TJ chuckles as he motions to Cyrus, “A tyrannosaurus wreck.” 

“TJ Kippen, did you just use a dinosaur pun to communicate my misfortune?” Cyrus looks proud. 

“It’s contagious.” TJ jokingly scrunches up his nose in disgust before offering his hand to help Cyrus up. “We’re just a couple of dorkosauruses.” 

“I know that was meant as an insult but honestly I’m not even upset.” Cyrus laughs as he lets TJ help him to his feet.

Shortly after the dinosaurs, the two teens exit the museum. Once outside, the boys notice the clouds in the sky have darkened and it appeared the weather was going to take a turn for the worse. 

“We should probably hurry before it starts raining.” Cyrus says with his head tilted up towards the sky. 

“Wanna stay over again?” TJ asks, his gaze pointed at Cyrus, “Your stuff is already at my house and mom is home tonight so the twins won’t be our responsibility.”

“I wouldn’t mind if they were.” Cyrus lowers his stare to TJ with a smile. 

“So you wanna stay again?” TJ waits for confirmation. 

“You’re not going to make me try and stay up all night again are you?” Cyrus asks warily. 

“I’m not sure I’m going to even be able to stay up until dinner.” TJ laughs. “We can just crash in the living room, play video games, watch movies.” 

“Sleep.” Cyrus says with a goofy smile. 

“That too.” TJ chuckles softly. 

“I’m in.” Cyrus nods. 

Just as they finalise their plans for the rest of the evening the sky opens up and rain lightly starts to fall. The two teens quickly run in the direction of TJ’s house.

An evening unfolds much like the boys had discussed outside the museum. After drying off from the dampening run home, TJ and Cyrus dress in something comfier. Cyrus wears his pyjamas from the night before but with the addition of a clean hoodie from TJ as the change in weather had taken the heat out of the air and left an overall chill. 

Tess makes the best spaghetti with meatballs that Cyrus has ever tasted. Sitting around their small dining table was so enjoyable for Cyrus, his formal meals at home were a lot of back and forth talk between each sets of parents - so much so that he felt like he wasn’t even present sometimes - and other times Cyrus sat down for what could feel like a therapy session, like he was being analysed. Sitting at the Kippen table was so wonderful for Cyrus, he felt so welcomed and immediately comfortable. 

After dinner, Cyrus insists on washing up the dishes to say thank you to Tess for hosting him these past two nights and TJ assists with the drying. As the pair are working well together a big clap of thunder sounds and makes both of them jump. TJ quickly laughs off his embarrassment and casually mentions that he’s never really liked thunderstorms. 

After finishing with the dishes, the two retreat to the living room where Tess had already set up the pullout sofa bed for them before she turned in for an early night. TJ sets up his gaming console and assures Cyrus that it will be fun as Cyrus was negatively expressing his skill set, or lack thereof. 

They play a few different games together, some multiplayer and others where they took turns for rounds but Cyrus took a long time to get the hang of the controls. After Cyrus loses one round dismally, TJ jokes, “I swear you’re an alien sometimes.” He was referring to Cyrus not really being into video games. 

“Sometimes I feel like an alien.” Cyrus lets out a heavy sigh as he hands the control to TJ for his turn. 

TJ nudges Cyrus with his arm to show he didn’t mean offence by the comment and the two happily move past it. 

An hour into games it was evident that the storm outside was picking up, ignoring the loud thunderclaps was becoming impossible. Katie comes into the room with a blanket in one hand and a stuffed lamb pinned under her arm. 

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” TJ asks. 

“Can I watch you play games?” Katie looks sad. 

TJ nudges his head towards the arm chair with a smile before quietly whispering to Cyrus that Katie hates storms. Evidently so did TJ but Cyrus chooses to ignore the light uneasiness TJ showed every time the storm got louder. Cyrus found it kind of endearing that TJ was worked up over something like a storm but he still chose to not draw attention to it as he didn’t want to upset or embarrass TJ. 

TJ and Cyrus continue playing the game for a little while longer, somewhere along the way Katie dosed off in the chair but TJ chose not to move her back to her room, instead he makes sure she’s covered with her blanket comfortably. 

Then TJ and Cyrus were starting to feel their poor nights sleep from the previous evening and agree to put on a movie and settle in bed. Cyrus figures he must have fallen asleep almost immediately as he woke up very confused during the end credits rolling. Also, to confuse things further, Katie at some point must have woken up from her slumber on the armchair and wedged herself between Cyrus and TJ. The pullout was quite a comfortable size so it wasn’t awkward or too crowded for Cyrus, it was actually kind of sweet and it made Cyrus long for siblings deeply. Cyrus glances at the two Kippens sleeping peacefully and is careful not to wake them as he switches off the television and rolls over to go back to sleep. 

That was just the first night in a very lazy week for TJ and Cyrus. The day following the second sleepover at TJ’s, Cyrus went home as TJ had a morning shift but the very next day TJ was invited over to Cyrus’ house for the night. With the weather still dull and rainy as storms blew in and out, they chose to spend the evening with a Marvel movie marathon and a few healthy debates over who the best avenger was. 

The first night TJ spent over at Cyrus’ house was a little nerve wracking for Cyrus in the afternoon leading up to it. This anxiety episode stemmed from the idea that the two of them would be sharing his bed in his room. At TJ’s, it was two nights on the sofa but at Cyrus’ it was sharing the bed - which shouldn’t be weird at all for him, but sadly it stressed Cyrus out quite a lot.  It was the first time all summer where Cyrus thought about his feelings towards guys and it made him feel like he was doing something wrong keeping it from TJ, especially with all the time they were spending together. It was also the most he’s missed Buffy and Andi since they left. Sure he always missed them - the sporadic texts from each of them were definitely not enough GHC fix for Cyrus - but not having their reassuring selves to calm him down whilst he spent the afternoon stressing was a horrible reminder that it had been over a month without them there. Buffy and Andi were the only two people in the world that knew anything about Cyrus’ confusing web of feelings and not having them to lean on when those confusing feelings weigh on his mind was torture. 

Strangely though, Cyrus had the urge to tell TJ about it all. If he couldn’t speak to his two best friends about it he wanted to tell TJ. The two of them had gotten so close that Cyrus felt completely at ease with TJ but there was a nagging self doubt in the back of Cyrus’ mind that sharing his concerns and feelings with TJ might be misenturpted in the wrong way. The last thing Cyrus wanted was his friendship with TJ to end because he thought that Cyrus might have feelings for him. Because he definitely did not. So instead of talking to TJ about it and getting it off his chest, Cyrus just suppresses everything and tries to act like nothing is wrong.

Within ten minutes of TJ arriving at Cyrus’ house, Cyrus had completely forgotten about all of his worries. TJ charms Cyrus’ mother and stepfather effortlessly and comfortably settles in Cyrus’ room when they have a moment alone. TJ had a knack for being the most confident person in existence and Cyrus wished he could be more relaxed like TJ. 

By the time their Marvel movie marathon began, Cyrus had completely forgotten that he was ever nervous in the first place. 

At the end of the week, after many lazy days, Cyrus is sat in the living room at his mothers house with TJ is beside him.

“We’re going to have to leave the house eventually.” Cyrus mumbles but he doesn’t peel his eyes from the television. 

“We should probably catch up with Marty and Walker.” TJ says, his head also pointed forward at the movie they were watching. 

“We should...” Cyrus nods and finally he looks to TJ whom manages to pull his stare towards Cyrus too. 

“Tomorrow?” TJ says with a growing smile. 

“Tomorrow.” Cyrus nods with a laugh and the two settle back into their very comfortable routine. 

End Notes: Thank you very much to everyone thats been reading this story! I always feel so blessed from all the lovely reviews you guys leave me!! I’m truly undeserving!! Thank you so much! 

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[anonanimal]

every time enter sandman is on the radio i think of the fucking robert oppenheimer picture w the caption 'i am become sleepy the goer to bed' or whatever

[martian-m]

FEUD < LOVE

Pairing: Cheryl Blossom x Reader

Warning : intense shit Word count: 3,222 A/N: this took me the whole fucking day to finish omagaaaaaaaahd if y’all want this to have a PART 2 just comment or pm me!!!MY REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN YO

[May 5, 2017; 15:40 pm]

Being part of one of Riverdale’s old and leading families was never easy. Especially being the only child who happens to be lesbian and in love with someone who I’m not supposed to associate myself with, even if we are from the same social hierarchy. The Blossom’s and my family, the (Y/L/N)’s never got along. The blood feud between our families began decades ago when my great grandfather back in the 50’s started his fishing business here in Riverdale. It was the starting point of my family’s fortune and influence until the Blossom’s moved to Riverdale as well and started their own business. Long story short, what was supposed to be ‘strictly business ’ became personal. It’s been this way for the longest time, well….. until March 10, 2017.

[March 10, 2017; 16:30 pm]

               It was nearing the end of soccer training with the team as the Captain, when Coach Merly shouted my name,

“(Y/L/N)! GET OVER HERE”

Slightly confused while jogging back to coach as my teammates continued the drills and game I stopped right in front of her still on the edge of the field to not let the spikes of my shoes get dull due to the tartan track.

“Coach, you called for me?”

“Hit the showers, (Y/L/N) you did well today. I’ll handle the rest of the team” Coach Merly said as she patted me on the back.

“aaalright Coach! Thanks! See you tomorrow” taking my shoes off, I walked back to the wooden bench in my drifit socks to slip on my nike slippers while carrying my training bag and water jug, walking out and into the locker room to hit the showers only to be ambushed by the throng of half-naked and a few stark naked river vixen cheerleaders.

“oh my god”, I whispered as I quickly averted my gaze to the ground while the some of the vixens took notice of my presence and started giggling when witnessing my heated face while navigating through the sea of half-naked girls until one tanned girl in a towel stopped in front of me and lifted up my chin with her manicured hand.

Veronica Lodge my best friend and the girlfriend of my childhood friend Betty Cooper, smirking at me at the predicament I’m in, she grabbed my hand and helped me reach another row of lockers where not much Vixens were at. V turned to face me with one hand on her hip,

“Look what the cat dragged in. Really, (Y/L/N) you close your eyes and somewhat panic as if you have never seen a girl naked”  

“well would you like me to stare instead?” sarcasm lacing my voice over the apparent humor V finds in my awkward state.

“oh (Y/N), half of the team want you in between their legs so I don’t think they’d mind if you stare”

“VERONICA YOU’RE NOT HELPING”, covering my face once more due to the blood rushing to my cheeks over the newly found information until another melodic voice laced with annoyance chimed in,

“Drenched in sweat, mud, and grass move away from my locker (Y/L/N)”

There she was, Cheryl Blossom. Red Hair, freckles, amber eyes and her damp hair in only just a towel and flip-flops meaning she just finished showering. Glaring at me as I somewhat zoned out, without a word  I stepped aside from her locker watching her with Veronica beside me as she took her bag and changed somewhere else.

“(Y/N) are you gonna be at Josie’s party later?” said Veronica in breaking the silence as Cheryl left.

“Yeah, I’m going. I’ll just hit the showers V. see you and betty later” I muttered as I stripped out of my sweaty clothes while my thoughts focused on Cheryl. I head to one of the showering stalls and let the cold water hit my skin.

  I was late to the party since I always eat dinner with my parents and as soon as I entered the smell of alcohol and sweaty bodies hit my nose. `Yuck’, I thought to myself. While maneuvering through the crowd of intoxicated party-goers, and trying to find a familiar face amidst the crowd. I finally caught sight of Archie and to my surprise, Jughead conversing with one another  but as soon as I made my way to them I suddenly felt a heavy hand on my shoulder as Reggie made himself known.

“(Y/N)!! I challenge YOU to beer pong cos bro you need to caaaatch up wih us”

Before I could even protest, I was already dragged off to the area for beer pong.

After 30 minutes with Reggie accepting defeat and slumped on the couch appearing to be knocked out, I certainly felt buzzed to an extent but I could still control myself. I was just super hyper and talkative. I proceeded to get myself a beer until Cheryl started her infamous game “7 minutes in heaven”. I just leaned against the wall of the living room watching as the some of the football players and vixens gathered around for the game. I finally saw Veronica and Betty next to each other in the love seat and I regarded them with a mini salute. The game proceeded without a hitch and girls and guys went through the 7 minutes in the closet and coming out with messed up hair or smudged lipstick. Up until one of the Vixens noticed my presence yet again and started to cheer that I should have a turn.

“(Y/N) should be next!”

I immediately declined, “oh no it’s okay I’m fine with my beer.”

As if my words fell on deaf ears all the Jocks and Vixens except for Cheryl, Veronica and Betty started to cheer my name that I’d be next.  Finally relenting, I made one of the Vixens spin the bottle for me as I stayed at my side of the wall watching on who it would land on. It started to slow down and fully stopped facing Veronica. I groaned and chugged my beer as I hear the jocks “ooh’ed” and see some of the Vixens pout, I felt a headache coming on knowing that if I went through with this, it would hurt Betty and if I don’t….the hostess will take V’s place. Looking at Betty, I saw the emotion in her eyes, which made my decision automatic and walked in the middle of the living room looking at Cheryl,

“Let’s go, Cheryl.”

Seems that Reggie woke up from his beercoma and screamed “YEA GET SOME (Y/N)”  and all the other jocks hollered alongside with him. I cast my last glance at B&V as they nod my way in saying their thanks as I head into the closet with the redhead beauty. As soon as the door closed, the silence between me and Cheryl was deafening. Not used to the lack of interaction, I was about to start the conversation until she beat me to it,

“So-“

“Whatever happens between us, stays between us”

Shocked with her words and how it had no malice in them, I stepped closer to see her face clearly. I noticed I was about 3 inches taller than her meaning I was looking down at her trying to figure out what to say next and as soon as a thought popped up in my head when her words shock me once more,

“Just kiss me already, (Y/L/N)”

Maybe I wasn’t thinking straight or my actions were influenced by the alcohol but one thing’s for sure, we stayed in there for more than just 7 minutes and without knowing it, everything from that point on, changed.

 [May 19, 2017; 1:41 am]

It wasn’t a relationship, no. Everyone thought it was, but it wasn’t. We could never be together unless we wanted our families to kill us due to the forbidden relation we have with each other. There were days before where I try to convince myself to walk away from whatever I have with her before it gets too serious. Before I fall for her amber eyes. Before I fall for her contagious laugh. Before I fall for her heartwarming smile. Before I fall for the curve of her body in the moonlight. Before I fall for her sweet kisses. Before she becomes my soft spot. Just thinking about walking away from her now, brings this unbearable pain in my heart.

`Why can’t I leave her?’ I questioned myself over and over again, until I hear this small voice at the back of my mind which I couldn’t admit to myself before,

`You love her.’

I sat at the side of her bed that we were sharing at the moment, shocked with the internal admission of my feelings towards the redhead beauty sleeping next to me.

“I love her” I whispered to myself. I turned to look at the sleeping beauty next to me, she was facing the other side of her room on her back and her red satin sheets only covered the lower half of her body as the moonlight hit her skin, it was as if she was glowing with her red hair sprawled across the pillows. I crept closer to her sleeping form as I started to place multiple kisses on her shoulder while pulling her back to me.

Slowly stirring in her sleep, Cheryl yawns and looks at me with sleepy eyes as her hand reaches for my face, speaking in a hushed tone due to her drowsiness,

“(Y/N), babe, why are you awake? What time is it?”

Slowly trying to get up, I placed my hand around her to pull her closer to me instead.

“Don’t get up, I was just thinking” “What were you thinking of?” “You. Me. Us” Turning her head to face me, I couldn’t see the emotions running in her eyes due to my shadow casting over her. “What about us?” Cheryl asked. Placing her hand on my chest. “I…This may be the wrong time or the right time, I’m not so sure, but I do want to tell you before the moment is gone. I’ve been denying this for the longest time because I was scared. Scared of feeling so much for you, being so close and seeing another side to you but with all the days spent with you I slowly started to accept what my heart and mind knew in secret. It’s that I’m in love with you Cheryl Blossom. I don’t care what my family will think of me or how the world may treat me, I just want you to know that I am deeply and madly in love with you Cheryl, you don’t have to love me back. I just want you to know I will choose you even when things get tough and I will hold your hand through it all.”

After I said all the words that have been dying to come out, I waited for her response. The silence was taunting me and slowly the doubt started to grow with every passing second. `Maybe I shouldn’t have sai-‘ my train of thought was suddenly gone as I felt her soft lips press against mine. “I love you too (Y/N)”

That’s when I saw it, the tears glistening in her eyes with the soft smile on her face.  That’s when I knew I made the right choice.

[August 8, 2017; 20:15 pm]

We were out. Our parents knew, the whole town knew and we were out at Pop’s with `the sad breakfast club’ as to how she still calls the gang. I let it slide since I know she doesn’t mean it. As soon as everyone was leaving we were all outside with me and Archie re-enacting one of the funniest moments during my soccer game against Cornwall. The gang was leaning against my car while Cheryl was just standing in front of my car to get a good angle of watching me and Arch being goofballs.

I looked at Cheryl after the whole shebang and she had the most beautiful smile and melodic laugh, that was until for a split second I saw a black sleek car pass behind us putting it’s tinted window down to show the gun aimed our way. At Cheryl. My Cheryl.

Everything suddenly was moving in slow motion I screamed at them to get down as I pushed Archie to the ground and sprint towards Cheryl with all my might, my heart was beating out of my chest as I got ahold of her arms and twisted her around so that I could shield her. I held her so close to me as I heard the gun shots. `BANG’ `BANG’ `BANG’ I heard the tires screech and the car driving away. I opened my eyes only to see frightened amber ones looking back at me. Still feeling the adrenaline in my ears, I cupped her face and scanned her body, “You’re okay. You’re okay. You’re okay.” As soon as the adrenaline subsided, I felt this sharp and immense pain on my back. The pain was too much that my knees buckled as I fell. I held on to the fabric of Cheryl’s dress but soon my head was in Veronica’s lap as I felt my back was getting damp, I looked up to see Kevin on the phone screaming, Archie and Betty rushing into Pop’s to get something, Jughead talking to Veronica and finally Cheryl, kneeling next to me holding my hand tightly. I listened in on V and Juggies’ conversation, only to get snippets of what they were saying, which was enough to let me know what’s happening, “(Y/N)……..shot 3 times……..to hospital” It suddenly clicked, I got shot. I’m bleeding. I looked at Cheryl to see that she was crying her eyes out and held my hand to her face as she kept kissing it constantly. I was about to say something to maybe calm her down but Kevin cut in, “The ambulance is 5 minutes away” Looking at me, Kevin kneeled at my feet seeing the sorrow in his eyes as it started to glisten with tears he showed me a watery smile, “heya (Y/N), just keep strong for at least until we get to the hospital yeah? You’ll….you’ll be okay…in better care” He choked on his words as he stood up to face and walk the other way where I couldn’t see him cry. Betty and Archie soon came back with clean white towels alongside with Pop’s on the phone talking to I guess the police. Archie soon came over to me with Jughead and Betty beside him, all with red rimmed eyes, “(Y/N), me and Jughead need to move you to just a bit to  Betty’s lap to stop the bleeding of your back okay?” “go ahead Archiekins” Hearing his nickname and seeing my tired smile, he weakly smiled back with his eyes betraying him and letting the tears fall along his cheeks. As they moved me to Betty’s lap, I had a sharp intake of breathe before my body started to relax again. Archie started to talk again,

“You saved me, (Y/N). You saved us. Now, it’s time for us to save you so don’t let us down alright?” I laughed softly but stopped as the pain doubled. I felt a small but light hand on my shoulder, I saw Veronica looking at me with a mix of emotions. I saw her thighs, it was bathed in my blood alongside with her skirt. “hey V, I’m sorry for your skirt…. I hope the blood comes out” Veronica’s eyes started to water as she shook her head saying, “I don’t care about this skirt or the blood, I just want you to pull through okay?” I nodded feeling somewhat cold and drowsy, I looked at Cheryl whose tears where falling nonstop. I took all the strength I had to grasp her hand a little tighter while looking in her eyes saying, “I love you okay? Please…please stop crying because of me…I’ll make it okay? I promise.” “Promise?”

I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it. “I promise.”

As soon as the words left my mouth, Kevin came rushing back to tell us the ambulance is here. It was all a blur. The medic took me but I still held on Cheryl’s hand throughout the whole ride to the hospital, focusing on the feel of her hand to staying awake.

[Cheryl’s POV] After 3 hours in the hospital and (Y/N) undergoing surgery at the moment, we waited in the Emergency Room Lounge Area. Jughead, Betty, and Kevin headed to the cafeteria to get coffee and something for all of us to eat, so I was left with Archie and Veronica who were both seated next to me with Veronica holding my hand. I was so absorbed with thoughts of (Y/N) that I didn’t notice the coffee being handed to me and my parents and (Y/N)’s parents storming into the Lounge Area. Archie and the gang immediately got up and formed a wall between me and them. The (Y/L/N)’s were first to speak, specifically (Y/N)’s mother.

“Where’s my baby? WHERE’S MY CHILD?”, said by Mrs. (Y/L/N) as she was breaking down with her husband to hold her close to him.

My parents suddenly turned to them, “THIS IS ALL (Y/N)’S FAULT, SHE TRICKED MY DAUGHTER INTO THEIR RELATIONSHIP COULD’VE BEEN KILLED I ALREADY LOST MY SON AND NOW YOU WANT-“

Both parents started to bicker away, a headache was coming on. I was too drained and weak to stand up, let alone talk. Until Archie screamed,

“SHUT THE FUCK UP”

Archie was always kind and somewhat calm during tense situations but his cool completely evaporated at this moment. He has the attention of everyone and continued with a loud voice addressing both parents, “(Y/N) SAVED US. SHE TOOK THREE FUCKING BULLETS TO THE BACK AS SHE USED HERSELF TO SHIELD IT FROM CHERYL. SHE DIDN’T COWER OR HIDE WHEN THE BULLETS WERE SHOT, SHE DASHED RIGHT INFRONT OF IT TO SAVE US. SO HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE (Y/N) THINKING IT’S HER FAULT. I KNOW YOUR FAMILIES HAVE BEEN IN A FEUD FOR AGES BUT GROW THE FUCK UP! ALL CHERYL AND (Y/N) EVER WANTED WAS YOUR ACCEPTANCE BUT YOU’RE ALL TOO MUCH OF A BITC-“ Betty placed her hand on Archie’s shoulder to somewhat calm him down. Archie closed his eyes, nodded, took a deep breath and continued,

“Look your daughters love each other. Mrs. Blossom I know your son died but would you ever want to drive your only living daughter away with your accusations? No. Mrs. (Y/L/N) I know you have this feud for ages, can’t you find it in your heart to just let it go? It’s the 2017 already and your daughter is in undergoing surgery right now, I know both of you love your daughters but all we are asking is to let them be who they are and love who they want.” After Archie’s lecture and rant both parents sat down at the other side of the lounge area in silence, contemplating the words of Archie. I reached out to hold Archie’s hand in sign of `thanks’ and he nodded at me. Now, all we have to do is hope for the best and wait.