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cost-of-chaos · 5 years

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All You Need Is Love (Chapter Seven)

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Roger Taylor x OC

Words: 2.3K

Warnings: Mentions of smut

Previous Chapters: Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five / Chapter Six

I awoke to the sound of my front door slamming, panic instantly swept through my body as lay still in the bed. I couldn’t move, I was completely frozen in place. I could feel my heart jumping out of my chest with every beat, had I forgotten to lock my door last night?

My fears faded as the intruder finally showed themselves in the dim light from the rising sun. It was Roger. What was he doing back here? He wasn’t meant to be arriving back in London until tonight. Roger silently climbed into the bed next to me, with Lenny in his arms purring away loudly as he received much sought after chin scratches.

“I would never cheat on you Ronnie, you know that. What you heard was the room next to mine." He whispered, bringing his rough hands up to my face, cupping my cheeks softly. I stared into his soft, blue eyes as they searched my face, full of anticipation of what I would say. I couldn’t stop my jaw from dropping in shock, was he being serious? Was this all just a misunderstanding?

“I love you Ronnie, I’m sorry we fought, I feel as thought I have been missing a part of myself without you.” His eyes glassed over as tears filled his eyes, and mine soon did the same, leaving him a blurry haze of beauty.

“I’m sorry for not believing you, I love you baby.” I kissed him hard, with a sense of urgency, I’d missed him so much and I needed to convey that to him.

He laid me down on the bed so he was hovering me, his long hair tickling my neck as he smiled down at me. The smile I’ve missed so much, the smile I never thought I’d see again.

He kissed me softly, peppering kisses down my neck, with a tenderness he hadn’t ever shown a whole lot of. He pulled my shirt off of my body slowly, kissing my stomach as he did so before pulling my knickers off too, kissing his way back up my body. He made it to my upper thigh and started lightly sucking, I was already ready for him, he was going to push me over the edge without even getting close to me. Removing his clothes with haste, I tried to gain control of the situation but he didn’t let me, he pinned my hands down as he started lapping at my core. This teasing was agony, I needed him inside of me, I felt as though my desire for him had never been this strong. By the time he slowly, entered me I felt as though I might come undone by the thought of it all. His movements were agonisingly slow and full of love, full of passion. This wasn’t just makeup sex, we were making love.

I awoke in a cold sweat, breathing heavily as I recovered from the dream I just left. How could my subconscious betray me like that? How cruel to conjure up such a perfect dream, one that will never come true? I was feeling even more empty and heartbroken than I was yesterday but I needed to continue on with my day and my life. I stretched my arms above my head trying to stretch the kinks out of my neck and back. I was now feeling the full regret from falling asleep on the cheap couch. After a few minutes of lying there with my eyes shut, I decided I needed to get up. I had given myself a day of moping around yesterday and I needed to be somewhat productive today, and drive down to Rogers parents house. Wonderful. I needed coffee, lots of it.

I got up slowly, stretching my tight muscles as I let out a deep yawn. I stumbled into the kitchen, turned the kettle on and started grinding up coffee beans for the French press. God, there was no better smell on a morning like this. I jumped on top of the yellow counters in front of me and rested my back against the window, feeling the rays of sun hit my skin as I closed my eyes bringing the freshly ground coffee to my nose and inhaling. Savouring the moment of morning serenity.

I heard the water start to bubble away in the kettle and I jumped back off the counter, halting my tranquillity. I filled the french press and slowly pressed the beans through the hot water as I stared out of the window. After pouring myself a mug, I walked into the bathroom. I sat the coffee mug on the edge of the pink bathtub, dropped the plug and ran the water.

After adding some bubbles, I submerged myself in the warm water. I lay in the bath until my coffee, bubbles and heat had disappeared, enjoying the silence of a completely empty apartment for once. To be able to lie in the bathtub, and think of nothing as I sipped my morning coffee, I slipped into some sort of zen state, letting all my troubles dissipate with the bubbles.

I finally got out of the bath, wrapping a towel around my body, I walked into the bedroom. It felt weird to walk into the room without seeing Lenny asleep on the window sill. I opened the pine wardrobe door and sifted throw my clothes, I chose a Beatles t-shirt, a brown corduroy skirt and a leather jacket, and quickly threw them on before brushing my teeth and wiping some lip balm onto my lips.

I placed my empty coffee mug in the sink, and poured the remaining coffee from the French press into a pot, putting it on the stove to reheat for my long drive ahead. Why did we think leaving him with Rogers parents was a good idea? Of course, when we planned it, we were going to be doing a fun road trip down to Cornwall together, stopping off at an old B&B and pubs and tea shops on the way down. But no, this was a solo mission now, the first of many presumably.

While my coffee was heating up, I made a jam sandwich and threw an apple into my handbag. After filling a thermos and a water bottle I was ready for my journey. I opened the front door and was greeted by a gust of wind, maybe that leather jacket wasn’t quite going to cut it. I dashed back into the living room and picked the fur coat from last night up from the floor in front of the couch and draped it over my arm. It was always colder down at the seaside and I was sure to need the extra layer sometime today.

After all day on the road, I finally made it back through the door of the apartment, with Lenny in cradled in my arms. I was grumpy and tired but most importantly, starving. But as soon as I let Lenny down, he ran to his bowl in the kitchen, meowing at such a decibel I was sure I was going to get complaints about animal abuse. I found a tin of cat food and scooped it out into his bowl before catering to my own hunger.

I left the apartment again, walking the short distance to the corner of the block to the Chippy. I ordered some chips and found an empty table by the window. I sat down under the fluorescent hanging light at watched rain begin to hit the window outside, of course it was raining, just my luck.

Betty called my number out after a short while, “Veronica, love! I purchased your boyfriends record the other day! I can see why you keep him! He was right, they are amazing!”

I responded with a tight smile and took my packet of chips, poured some vinegar over them and left the store. Couldn’t I just go one day where Roger wasn’t brought up? Although I suppose it was hardly that poor woman's fault, Rog had been boasting about Queen one night to her after a long night at the pub and insisted ‘she needed to purchase the new album because her life would change as she knew it’. I chuckled to myself at the memory as I walked up the stairs back to the apartment.

I ate my dinner in peaceful silence, reading the book I’d started on the way to Japan with Lenny curled up in my lap. I was in my own little world before the phone started ringing pulling me out of the world of Stephen King.

“Hello?” I answered the phone slightly out of breath after running for the phone, I sat down on the kitchen counter.

“Veronica, at long last you finally grace me with your voice” I heard my mother drawl on the other end. Oh god, I was not in the mood to deal with my mother. I opened the window to my right and lit a cigarette, taking a long drag before answering her.

“What is it mum? I’m a bit busy at the moment, can this wait?” I asked, hoping to end this conversation before it even started, I knew what was coming.

“No it can not wait. Where have you been? You left in the middle of the night, a week before you were meant to, I have been calling you for days and this is the first time I hear from you? This is such irresponsible behaviour, you should be ashamed, leaving your sister on her wedding day.”

“Sorry mum.” I said, trying to end the tirade.

“Don’t sorry mum me, young lady. Where have you been? There better be a good excuse for leaving us all without so much as a goodbye.”

I bit my lip, banging my head back on the cupboard behind me with frustration. “I went to Japan.” I said, smiling as the phone went silent. I had completely caught her off guard.

“Why on earth were you Japan” she asked, venom coated her words, she was angry with me, very angry.

“Queen had their first Japan tour, and I didn’t leave my sister on her wedding day, I left at the end of the reception, I did my duty as maid of honour.”

“I should have known you were following your rocker boyfriend around like a groupie, your relationship with him is an embarrassment to the whole family, you do know that don’t you?”

“I am not a groupie, we live together, we’re in love.” I said, choking on the last word, she didn’t need to know he no longer loved me, or that we weren’t together anymore, she’d be impossible if she knew what happened.

“Ahh yes, well don’t tell me I didn’t warn you, you’ll end up getting cheated on, he’ll leave you for a younger, slimmer model, and you’ll be left high and dry.”

I slammed the phone on the receiver. That was too close to the truth, the words pierced me with their accuracy, he had turned me in for someone else. I wasn’t good enough for him. We weren’t as steady and stable as I thought and mum was right about the whole thing.

I needed to get out of this apartment, I needed to stop living the lie of stability that I’d been living. I put a Hendrix record on and put the volume all the way up, I needed some loud music for this. I walked into the bedroom, and retrieved the spare suitcase from underneath the bed, opened it up on the bed and started sifting through our clothes and records, throwing my possessions into the suitcase. Walking into the living room, something caught my eye before I could remove my photos and books from the bookcase. There was a little white piece of paper beside the couch I had slept on last night. I picked it up and found it was a receipt, it must have fallen out of the pocket of Rogers coat.

As I read the faded words on the receipt, I fell to the floor in a dramatic heap. It was a receipt for a high-end jewellery store, He’d spent a lot of money in there, on something I never received. The only pieces of jewellery he’d given me, although pretty, were a lot cheaper and never from a store of this prestige. My heart sunk and I was hit by a wave of nausea. He was having an affair, not just a one night stand. That was the only explanation. My mind was racing as my mind filled with questions:

Who was she? How long had this been going on? When did he fall out of love with me? Why had he done this to me?

I sat there, on the floor, in the middle of the living room with tears streaming down my face in a heavy flow. I felt like an absolute fool. I had no idea just how right my mother had been about him. Had I just been completely blinded by his good looks and charming personality to see him for who he really was?

Knock Knock

If this was the Low’s, complaining about the level of noise coming from the apartment I was going to have their heads. I opened the door fully expecting my vexing neighbours but I was greeted to a head of unmistakable brown curls.

“Brian? What are you doing here?” I asked, opening the door wider for him, letting him through my front door.

“It was me” He said, looking down at me with sad eyes.

“You’re gonna have to give me a few more words Bri... little lost here” I said, walking away from him in the hallway as I went to turn the kettle on.

“It was me that you heard in Roger’s room.”

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movingcrimejournalist · 5 years

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@forsytheslegacy sent :: ❛ i thought we’d last forever . ❜ obsessed au

▌✨ ▌SHE’S GOING TO DIE. SHE’S GOING TO DIE----- Just like the rest of them. Every single person in her life are DEAD... their blood is in his hands. And now? She is next. The next person that he’s going to go on murdering and then what? She has no idea... she’ll be long gone before she finds out what he plans to do with his future. Will he look back on this? Will he remember her face? Or hide it away forever so she wouldn’t haunt him in his dreams. It is..... terrifying.... finding out you are in love with someone who isn’t...... good. In love with someone who doesn’t mind getting his way. He killed without so much of an issue, and it’s so inhuman. How could she not see it in the beginning? Veronica tried to tell her over & over again. But she was blinded by LOVE. LOVE that overtook her very soul. He found a way into her heart, made a home there. Forever he’s branded into her heart & brain. In many ways, not just one. The good times they shared together. She lost her virginity to this guy, she shared her feelings about the world, her family.... friends. They talked about a future together------ A FUTURE. They’ve reached a level where she never thought..... there was anyone else for her. Because there isn’t.... oh God? See, she’s already stuck on him and maybe, just maybe... it could save her life? The apple of her cheeks stained with dried-up tears, eye glossy from all the sobbing. Shaking her head as she lets out a pathetic whimper.

❝ I---...... We can, Juggie. I.. I get it now. ❞ She doesn’t want to die. She can’t. She won’t. Placing a hand over her chest, bottom lip quivering. ❝ ...You know.... At first. When I found out what you did to Veronica.. and... I. It did hurt, Juggie. But the more I sat here and thought about it. The more I realize.... you were taking care of me. I feel foolish for not seeing it in the beginning. I should have seen it, and I’m sorry. I love you, Juggie. You know that, right? ❞ Reaches for his hand, a tiny grin pulling at the corner of her lips, that bright smile she knows he loves.... she doesn’t want to die. WHAT DOES HE WANT FROM HER? ❝ What do you want from me, Jughead? What... What is it you want? I.... ❞ She’s all over the place. She’s so lost and confused?! Her head is pulsating, and it’s a miserable feeling the feeling of her skull-crushing her brain, and she’s shocked that her brain hasn’t oozed out of her ears yet! Heart pounding faster & faster.

Can’t even hear herself think when her heart is right in her ears. Betty feels faint, cowering in the corner like a FOOL, but also finding the strength to least get to him, get to him enough to where he won’t kill her. GOD. Please, someone out there fucking save her life. Will all the ‘I love you’s’ save her? Will all the talk of the future together save her? Will he look at her and decide that he doesn’t want to SPILL her blood any longer? What would happen to her if... he did let her live? Swallowing the lump in her throat, standing up on unsteady legs, shaky breath lets out. ❝ .....I thought we’d last forever too. Remember.... the time you had me stay over for the weekend. My mom was out of town. Your dad elsewhere, you never said where. Our phones were off and we stayed up all night talking about our future together. How many kids we wanted.... how it was always you and me against the world.... do you remember that... Jughead? ❞

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serpentsangel · 6 years

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Talk Me Down: Part Seven

A/N: I’ve been feeling better and have managed to write a decently long chapter and I am proud! I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far because I am enjoying writing it and I’m almost at 600 followers and I’m excited because I never thought that was possible so I want to thank every single one of my followers. Whether you started following me for my writing or just my blog in general, I want to thank you. You are awesome! <3

Plot: (Y/N) enlists the help of Reggie to prepare for her first high school party. Despite his hatred towards Chuck and parties, Reggie comes just at the right time before he could let Chuck strike again. And Reggie’s conflict between his feelings and his future collide, testing him once more.

Words: 3,750

Warnings: Underage drinking and attempted assault

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six

Part Seven

“I don’t wanna do this anymore!” Reggie pouts as he closes his book and pushes it away, crossing his arm like a child as he curls up into himself and faces away from (Y/N), who rolls her eyes and picks up his books again opening them to the last page and placing a hand on Reggie’s shoulder and attempts to turn him over. “No! Let me hide! The information is evil!” He peaks over and hisses before covering his head with his hoodie.

“You’re being such a child Reggie.” (Y/N) chuckles as she gets up and pokes his ribs with her foot.”Get up, big boy. You aren’t five. I’m pretty sure you can manage to understand plant biology. It’s not that hard.”

Reggie huffs and covers himself with a blanket so (Y/N) couldn’t get him up that easily. “That’s easy for you to say. I’m just as clueless as animals are when they enter a Venus fly trap.” Reggie throws the blanket away as he manages to sit up, resting his back at the footboard of his bed as he lets out a frustrated groan. “Plant biology sucks just as much as any other Biology! Maybe I should’ve just taken something else and suck at that instead.”

(Y/N) closes her books and places them to the side as she sits down next to him. “Maybe we should take a break. You’ve hit a roadblock. That’s another tip for you, don’t overwork yourself too much, if you can feel your brain just about to explode from everything that you are trying to remember and whatnot, just take a break. Refresh your mind. Clear your mind and just, don’t think of the work while you’re on a break.” (Y/N) rests her head on Reggie’s shoulder as she lets out an exhausted yawn. “What do you wanna do while we take a break? Talk about life? Dreams? Is this what friends do?”

 Reggie laughs as he ruffles up her hair. “You’ll get the hang of it eventually. Well, is there anything happening in your life? How is your high school experience so far? I’m really bad at small talk so don’t have any high hopes of this conversation going anywhere.”

“You can’t count on me for that either. All my mother ever talks about is her business plans, dealings and making sure I turn up to her socialite dinner parties so she looks some what respectable for being a single mother in the rich world.” (Y/N) says, getting up from Reggie’s shoulder and stretching her aching limbs out before slipping on one of his jackets as the room starts to get cold. “I’m surprised by my ability to even carry a decent conversation with you considering how much my mother and I barely talk like this. You’re just so, easy going I guess. A natural listener and maybe that’s why I feel like I can talk to you for hours on end until you shut me up from being annoyed by my voice.”

“Your voice isn’t annoying.” Reggie mentions. “And I guess it’s just any regular part of being human is having the ability to listen.” He shrugs as he stands up. “Want to have a snack or something? My mom just went grocery shopping yesterday so I’m sure we have lots of options to choose from.” He reaches his hand out for her and (Y/N) takes a hold of it as Reggie lifts her up to her feet with ease. The two of them head downstairs as Reggie grabs himself two apples and opens up the fridge for (Y/N) to see. “What do you usually eat?”

“My mom has people that cooks for us and its always decided by her. I’ve never actually decided, on my own, what I want to eat. It’s always been predetermined by my mother, something about keeping up ‘the look’. I’ll have some orange juice, please and this apple.” (Y/N) grabs herself an apple from the fruit basket as Reggie pours her a glass of orange juice. “Thank you, sir.” She takes a big bite out of the fruit and takes the glass.  “I saw you at Vixens practice the other day.” Reggie mentions. “Thought you weren’t going to join.”

“Meh.” (Y/N) takes a sip of the juice and wipes her lips. “Yes, initially I didn’t finding the sport in itself to have some negative connotations but I want to try and be engrained in the student life that I never got to know and I have two some-what friends in there. Betty and Veronica have been such sweethearts to me and they’re kind of the reason I want to stay and not because Cheryl wants me to be the main choreographer or as she called it ‘the second coming of Cheryl Blossom’.”

“Just…” Reggie sighs. “Be careful alright. Especially with Chuck Clayton. I don’t like him. Never have and never will.”

“I may now know another boy now, Reggie but don’t be so jealous.” (Y/N) throws an apple seed his way and struggles to contain her laughter as his face squishes together at the seed hitting the tip of his nose. “He seems like the kind of guy that’d look at me like the so called freak but we share two classes together and he seems decent enough.”

Reggie tightens his grip on the apple as he bites into it intensely, trying his hardest on spilling all the beans on Chuck and risk having (y/N) label him a lier and a monster for even considering placing some serious allegations on him and if he draws her away now, then Cheryl will only make his life more hellish than before. “Jocks can be assholes, I’ve known my fair share of them and they aren’t pleasant people to be around, (Y/N).”

“Are you one of those assholes, Reggie?” (Y/N) teases, throwing another apple seed, this time Reggie catches it and chucks it her way. “I deserved that.” She gathers all her fallen seeds and throws them away. “I get it, you’re one of my first friends in this wild, wild, world and you’re looking out for me and I appreciate that because someone like me can get easily lost in the craziness you have grown up with but I’m handling things pretty well. And I can tell when someone is using me or is faking around me to get something from me or to use me in some crazy scheme. If Chuck is a bad guy, I’d be able to tell when the time comes. He invited me out to a party tomorrow. You should come, you’re team mates right?”

“You believe what you want to believe, (Y/N).” Reggie throws away his apple core. “I get that, but what if something happens and its too late? What are you going to do then?”

“You’re making it sound like he’s going to murder me or send me to a hospital.” (Y/N) finishes up her orange juice as she takes hold of Reggie’s hands. “I will be fine, okay? I appreciate this protectiveness of friendship and my wellbeing for being such an outsider to your world, but I’d like to experience it all in its entirety. Let me get hurt, I’ll learn from it. Let me know what betrayal is because there’s so many human emotions and trials that I haven’t properly experienced that I don’t think I can relate to anything or anyone until I feel them. Living with my mother up in Rosewoods and drained me from experiencing anything else but sadness, and neglect.” She smiles softly. “If things get unbelievably horrible, I’ll let you do the ‘I told you so.’ as I cry over ice cream and steal your jackets because this is the comfiest thing I have ever worn.” (Y/N) jumps off the chair and swirls around in his oversized jacket.

“For someone that sounds like a damsel locked up in her castle, you surely are wiser beyond compare.” Reggie chuckles. “And you can borrow my jackets on the condition that you have to wash them and return it back to me. Especially that one because it’s from my all time favourite band and I use it in my free days.”

“Deal.”

“Also, don’t get yourself caught up too much in a mess. High School isn’t as glamorous as it seems on the screen. If you trip off the wrong person, who knows what kind of chain reaction that’ll set off. Make sure you know who you’re letting in and make sure you keep the terrible out. It’s very much like a jungle, it’s survival of the fittest and if you can’t keep up and adapt, then you’ll miss out.”

(Y/N) stood up proudly as she smiles at him. “See? You know something about animals and ecosystems. So, what do you say? Ready to get back at it?”

As night rolled around (Y/N) realizes it’s time to head home, if she wants to make it to school in one piece on Monday. She pokes Reggie’s side as she picks up all her things. “As much as I’d like to stay and watch you draw tigers all over your notebook, I have to head home before my mother turns to Freddie Krueger and tries to go at me.” (Y/N) tugs at Reggie’s hoodie that she has on, wrapping her arms around herself, basking in its warmth.

“Right, right.” Reggie gets up and follows (Y/N) out of the door. “Get home safe, alright? Text me when you arrive and if you don’t text by midnight, I’m going to assume your mother killed you and I’ll call 911.” The two of them laugh at the idea.

“You got it, sir and thanks for today. Even though we were studying and learning about boring things, I had fun. You’re a cool guy, Reggie. Don’t ever change that.” (Y/N) gives Reggie a tight hug before running over to her car where Torres wasted no time in driving off, he himself not wanting to feel Margareta’s wrath. Reggie stands there and watches her drive off, feeling a part of himself chip off each time he watch her go because each time he does, it only means he’s getting a step closer to watching her leave for good and the mere thought of it has slowly been growing much more sour. And though he can’t change her mind about Chuck, without him seeing like a dick himself, the least he can do is protect her from him and even though he promised to never go to another party after the debacle of his summer camp, the least he can do is attend Chuck’s party. For (Y/N)’s sake.

Sunday finally rolls around and that means tonight is Chuck’s party. (Y/N) woke up earlier than usual simply because the nerves of attending her first party consumes her. She skims through her closet once more and picks out one more dress and looks back at all the outfits set out in front of her but her mind still cannot decide how fancy or casual she needs to dress. On a whim, she grabs her phone and calls up the one person she can easily talk to. “Hey! What’s up?” Reggie greats her. “What has you calling me so early in the morning? Not that I am complaining because you can call me whenever or whatever. Anyways, what can I help you with?”

“What do I wear?” (Y/N) bursts out. “I have four different dresses and outfits set out in front of me and they all make me look like I’m attending a funeral and I have about five other shoes I can wear but I just don’t know what I should wear!”

“Are you seriously asking me, Reggie the ‘jeans, shirt and hoodie’ guy, for fashion advice?” Reggie couldn't hold in the laughter. “What do you need my opinion for? Are you attending some red carpet event and need my expert opinion on your look?”

“It’s for Chuck’s party, tonight.” (Y/N) groans as she falls into her bed and speaks through the pillow. “This is stressful.”

“(Y/N), it’s only eight in the morning. You don’t have to worry about this until, like, later.” The sound of dishes echo in the background as Reggie jogs up the stairs and into his own room. “Why are you so worked up about this? Is there someone you’re trying to impress?”

“No!” (Y/N) exclaims. “At least, I don’t think so. I just have never been to a party on my own and I don’t know how any of this works! The only parties I have gone through were business deal celebrations that I was forced to go to and my outfit was chosen for me! And I also want to look like I know, to some degree, what I am doing! This is the once chance I am getting to show people that I am normal and that I am human and that I can adapt! Like a chameleon with their colours.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Reggie calms her down, sitting up and grabbing his car keys. “Don’t worry about it too hard, alright? You’ll look perfect no matter what.” A pause, Reggie realizes what he’s just said and his cheeks go completely red and he’s glad (Y/N) can’t see. “I can come over and I can help you choose an outfit if you want?”

“DON’T! You are not ready to face my mother. How about I skype you or send you pictures. Your opinion really matters to me, Reggie. You’re like, my only proper friend right now. I trust you.” (Y/N) gets up and forces herself to go through her closet once more, maybe there’s something in there that can make her look a lot more lively than a funeral. She spots a few skirts and tights and throws them into the mix.

“Well I am honoured, I have my Skype set up, just call me there. I’ll see you.” Reggie hangs up. He waits patiently for the call and as he waits he quickly fixes his hair and double cheeks to make sure he is wearing a shirt just as he presses the answer button. “I feel like I’m spying on you and it feels wrong. Also, I feel like I may be the only person from school to ever see your room and let me say, I am heavily impressed.” Reggie comments.

(Y/N) waves his comment off as she adjusts her laptop screen for Reggie to be able to see her properly. “It’s going to be a secret no one will ever believe you in, sweetie. Now, I have a few outfits and I hope you’re strapped in properly because this is going to be one heck of a ride.” (Y/N) disappears off screen as she changes to a short cocktail dress that was an off shoulder with a singular sleeve that captured her body beautifully and when she steps back in Reggie had to suck in a breath. “So this is dress number one.” (Y/N) twirls around as she lifts up her foot to show off the bedazzled black velvet heels she accompanied the outfit with.

“That’s the one!” Reggie chimes in.

(Y/N) pouts. “Oh come on Reg, this is only the first outfit!” (Y/N) snatches one of the other dresses from her bed. “You’d be the worst boyfriend ever!” She jokes as she goes back to try each and every outfit she gathered together and through it all, Reggie sat down, gave comments and eventually it came down to the verdict. “So, what do you think?”

“Honestly, wear all of them at once because you looked awesome in all of them!” Reggie says.

“I’d look like a freaking balloon if I wore all!”

“Well, I did like that fourth one you had BUT if you wore the baby blue skirt with the long sleeved, off shoulder top, with the light grey tights and those heeled boots then I think you got yourself the outfit of the night!” Reggie leans back comfortably and proudly. “Honestly, maybe I have a lot more fashion taste than I credit myself.”

“I like that too and maybe try wearing something other than a shirt and hoodie to school.” (Y/N) smiles. “Now, I’ve got some things to do, but will I see you at the party?”

“Yeah. I’ll be there.”

“I knew I could count on you.”

By the time (Y/N) got there, the music was pumping and there was a hoard of bodies just swarming out of the place stumbling here and there and she was insanely terrified at first. It looked like it came straight from a horror film and the sight itself almost deterred here away but people have already spotted her and if she turns away now, then she’ll only give them another reason to talk behind her back. Pushing through a few drunk people, (Y/N) finds an opening in the living room, a game of spin the bottle starting as she moves towards the kitchen where she finds Chuck managing a few drinks. He spots her and lights up as he shoves through his friends to get to her. “You made it! Grab a drink, we’re about to start a game!” Chuck waltz into the living room, (Y/N) quickly grabs a drink and follows him. She spots Betty, Veronica and Archie and goes to sit next to them.

“I thought this was only going to be a small gathering of friends?” (Y/N) questions. “I feel like I walked into a b-tec frat party.” She shouts over the music into Veronica’s ear.

“Whenever a high school jock says he is throwing a ‘small’ gathering at his place, this is what he actually means. It’s kind of lingo for a house party. Rarely ever does someone actually hold a small gathering of friends for a game of monopoly or whatever.” Veronica explains as Chuck steps into the centre, announcing the commencement of Spin-The-Bottle. A few students go first and (Y/N) felt highly confused by the point of the game, you spin the bottle and you have to kiss whoever it points at? Whats the point of this?

Eventually it falls to her turn and Veronica has to nudge her in order for (Y/N) to reach the bottle and spin it, her heart racing as it slows down and she’s almost too scared to look up and see who it lands on. As the bottle comes to a halt, she follows its direction and its non other than Chuck. Right before she leans in, (Y/N) chugs down her burning drink and gulps to herself as she starts to lean in, her eyes close as her lips come in contact with Chuck’s. Everyone around them cheers as the pair kiss for a few seconds more before separating. Chuck smirks at (Y/N) as a small invisible blush creeps up on her cheeks.

The festivities go on, (Y/N) getting more drinks each time, kissing a few more of her peers before she decides she’s done with locking lips and wants to just dance and drink. Reggie comes in as everyone has reached their peak drunk threshold and he flinches as he smells the toxic air, wanting to throw up as he opens the door. His eyes wander around but despite his tall frame, he couldn’t locate (Y/N) or Chuck and there’s no use in trying to ask anyone here because they could barely hold themselves together. After a few minutes, Reggie is ready to give up until he spots (Y/N) and Chuck drunk making out in the corner and a fire erupts in the pit of his stomach and when he starts to see Chuck take her hand and lead her upstairs, Reggie couldn’t stand there.

He forcefully pushes himself through the sea of drunken bodies as he follows Chuck upstairs, watching him turn to a room. A few more people pushing and Reggie finally finds the door, bursting through just as Chuck was about to crawl on top of her. “Get the fuck away from her, Chuck!” Reggie pulls him off of her, Chuck tries to put up a fight but his drunken state prevails as he falls over. (Y/N) groans on the bed, half asleep as Reggie swiftly picks her up over his shoulder. He struggles to bring her through the party but he manages to get her outside where he carries her bridal style. Torres spots this and immediately runs over.

“What on earth happened in there?!” He screams.

 “It’s a high school party, smartie. I know how horrible her mother is and I need your help.” Reggie begs. Torres nods as the two of them get her into Reggie’s car.

“Her mother left earlier and won’t be back till tomorrow noon. If you can get her well and safe from school, I will tell her mother that (Y/N) made it home safe and is in school.” Torres hurries for his card and gives it to Reggie. “Please protect her, because I am seen as nothing more than a driver and Madame will kill both of us if anything were to happen to her. That’s my number, keep me updated. If you need help, I will come over and retrieve her.” Torres takes (Y/N)’s phone from her purse. “Her mother has a GPS tracker on here and if she sees her anywhere that isn’t home then we’re all screwed. Here.” He hands Reggie a spare phone. “Use this.”

“Thank you. I’ll make sure she is safe.” Reggie assures him as he gets her safely strapped in. As he drives home, he looks over at (Y/N) laying sweet and sound in the back of his car and his mind wanders around, a comfortable flame sparks in his body and he shakes it off, knowing that soon he’s going to have to shatter her completely. He pushes aside his personal feelings as he clears his throat and attempts to put on his game face once more but he smacks his hand against his steering wheel as he curses to himself, looking back at her once more, seeing the peacefulness settle on her face only making his heart weigh down more.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #470

“how can you choose to let the blind see better than you?”

What was the main character called in the last film you watched? Dewey. What would you name your pet snake if you had one? It would depend on its appearance. The snake I have now is named Venus because of her coloration. Do you like peanuts? Only if they're covered in chocolate or in granola bars in small portions. Have you ever gambled? What was your biggest loss/win? No. What was the last movie you watched? Who did you watch it with? Girt and I watched School of Rock together. What do you eat for breakfast? Excluding the rare occasions my mom cooks something, usually cereal or a sandwich. Do you have a Flickr? I do, but it's abandoned. Anything exciting happening in the month of September? No. When was the last time you had an ice cream sandwich? Oh man, it's been too long. I really want one now. Do you eat breakfast daily? Yeah. What was the last thing to scare you? "Scare" is a strong word, but I was very, very nervous to hear what weight I'd gained since my last doctor's appointment. Do you like mustard? Yeah, I do. Do you have a desktop computer or laptop? A laptop. Do you like to play Jenga? I guess? I don't really have an opinion on it. Do you like Fresca? Not very, but I'll drink it if I really want a soda and it's the only option. How many towels do you use after a shower? Just one. Would you ever flash a cop if you knew you'd get out of a ticket? Um, no thank you. What is your favorite thrill ride ever? I don't like those. I'm afraid of puking or fainting. Biggest irrational fear? Truly irrational, probably whale sharks. Favorite movie sequel? Hm. If you had endless funds, where would you buy most of your clothes? Cloak and Rebel's Market. How many jobs have you had? Three, technically. What is your favorite thing to do in your city? Oh hun, fun doesn't exist here. This place sucks. Have you ever gone strawberry picking? Ha ha, yes... but I was a little kid that absolutely gorged on the strawberries instead of putting them in my basket. The person that worked there didn't make my mom pay for what I did or anything, but they made a joke about weighing me to check the damage I did, ha ha. My face was COVERED in strawberry juice. I wish I could actually remember the occasion, but I was too young. How many times have you seen a doctor this month? It feels like a lot. >_< I had to get blood drawn for two different things on separate appointments, I had a follow-up appointment with my primary physician about my weight, I recently spoke to my therapist and psychiatrist... Could you pull off orange hair? I've actually considered like, a light creamsicle orange. I actually edited a photo of me with my current hair style trying different colors, and that tint looked pretty cute. Do you shave your legs? It sounds dumb, but yes, now that I'm in a relationship. I feel obligated to at least try and be attractive by societal standards. I know it seriously doesn't matter, but I would be so inexplicably mortified if he saw my unshaven legs kalsdj;flkasdjwe What type of weather is your favorite? Snowy! Coolest place you've ever been? Disney World, probs. Do you like corn on the cob? Yeah, man. Have you ever waited tables? No. Build your favorite pizza. Soft pan crust, your average amount of sauce and a good amount of cheese with various meats on it. What did you last get fancy for? I wouldn't say I got like, super fancy, but I wore a nice shirt and a necklace when Girt came over for the first time as a couple. I thought we were actually leaving the house to go out to dinner, but the plan was actually to have Buffalo Wild Wings delivered. It was totally fine by me, I'd just misunderstood. Dream pet? A female Brazilian Black tarantula named Black Betty. :') Do you tend to get clingy in relationships? I know I do. What is the last horror movie you watched? It's sad that I don't know. :( Would you be grossed out if your best friend mooned you? No, I'd just be extremely confused lmao. What is the last thing that you drank? Milk. Currently popular song that you can't stand? I have zero idea what songs are popular right now. What is the weather like right now? Too fuckin' hot to be mid-September. Do you have favorite type/brand of pen? I mean, I like the feel of gel pens. I don't know about brands. What is your go-to snack at the convenience store? Some form of Reese's. Popular drink that you dislike? Coffee shocks the most people. What TV show are you waiting on to return/create a new season? None. What is something you currently want but cannot afford? Oh, dear. -_- Do you have sensitive skin? Very. How many toilets are in your house? Two. Do you have an older sister? Three that I know, one that I don't really count because I know nothing about her and have never spoken to her. What color is your mum’s car? White. Do you live in an apartment? No. Cats are usually cuter than dogs right? Kittens are generally cuter than puppies, imo. Where do you keep your kitty litter box? It has to stay in my bedroom, which I hate. Mom insists on in being in here so I don't forget to clean it. My memory is awful, but I'm preeeetty sure I'd remember to give my cat a clean place to use the bathroom if it was kept in the spare room by the door... Are you rude to little children? No; even if I don't really like kids, that is something I definitely avoid. Kids should never lose their hope in or love for humanity, and I would absolutely hate to be one of those people that makes the human race appear unpleasant. Are you a lighter complexion than your father? BY FAR. He's a mailman so is out in the sun nearly every day, so he's pretty damn dark to be Caucasian. I wouldn't be surprised if by his complexion he's ever been mistaken for being Hispanic, because the color definitely fits. Do you like apricots? No. Are banana chips delicious? Ew, that sounds gross. Do you like kinky sex? I wouldn't know, my dude. I've never really explored outside of pretty vanilla stuff. What is one thing you will never do again? Rely solely on another person for happiness. Would you rather be twice as smart or twice as happy? Twice as happy. That's not even a competition. What would your parents be surprised to learn about you? I very legitimately wonder if I would be disowned for how fucked up some of the shit I write is, ha ha. Mom would probably cry if she saw some of even the milder stuff and force the topic to come up in therapy. If you could have been a child prodigy what would you have wanted to be skilled at? Maybe painting? If earth could only have one condiment for the rest of time, what would you pick to keep around? Hmmm... I suppose ketchup. Do you think it’s important to stay up to date with the news? I think it is, but I don't. .-. What is the best present you could ever receive? An all-expenses-paid trip to South Africa to visit and tour with the Kalahari Meerkat Project to meet and photograph the meerkats. :''''''''''') Would you give up one of your fingers if it meant you’d have free WiFi wherever you go, for the rest of your life? Nah. That's what data is for, lol. If someone told you you could give one person a present and your budget was unlimited–what present would you get and for whom? A new car for Mom. Giant house in a subdivision or tiny house somewhere with a view? Oh, that is SO easy. Give me the view. Well wait, HOW tiny is the house? My answer would change if it was one of those truly mini houses that would make me feel claustrophobic as shit. What was your favorite Disney movie as a kid? The Lion King. Still is. Do you brush your teeth in the bathroom, or do you get bored & roam around? I roam around. Does your city/town have a little festival/carnival every year? Yes. I never really pay attention tho 'cuz I never go. Have you ever been to an apple orchard? No, but I would love to go. Were there any cartoons your parents didn’t let you watch as a kid? Except "adult" cartoons obviously, no. Could you handle motherhood? No fucking way. Being entirely serious, I think I'd either end up dead or horribly depressed, and the kid psychologically damaged to some extent from having an unstable mother. Like do not get me wrong, I'd try very hard, but I know I couldn't stay sane and happy as a mom. Have you ever touched a squirrel? No. What's better, candles or incense? Incense. What movie did you see the most in theaters? I don't watch movies in theaters twice. It's expensive to go even once. Who played the best Batman? Idk. I didn't watch all the movies. Who’s the best American Idol thus far? *shrug* What’s likely to happen next in your family - wedding, funeral, or birth? Uh, I suppose a wedding? None seem likely any time soon. Do you like hot, cold, or lukewarm showers? Hot. Have you ever taken part in a threesome? No, not my jam. Do you plan on having both your parents at your wedding? Yep. Which movie’s musical score is truly memorable? Tarzan came to mind very quickly. What’s your favorite scene from the movie Titanic? Idk, I've only seen it once. Which TV show theme music do you remember most? That '70s Show. Have you ever bounced any checks? ... I don't even know what that means. :x Have you ever been snipe hunting? I will never in my life hunt in any way, shape, or form. Do you try to be politically correct? For the most part, but I do believe it's gone too far. Generally though, I try to conform to the "rules" to avoid offending someone. What’s your favorite kind of sea critter? Bottlenose dolphins, various types of whales, sea turtles... I don't think I could pick one. Have you ever tasted locally-made honey before? Does it count if it's from a honeysuckle flower? Do you like to wear toe socks? No, they're mad uncomfortable imo. Have you ever worn bright red lipstick? Yes. Do you think raccoons are adorable, like I do? BABIES!!!!!!!!!!!

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''on the shore'' by otep

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marvelandponder · 6 years

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OC Tag Game

I was tagged by one of my fav fabulous dorks @starbutterfly-diaz to talk about one of my OCs, but you know what? I’m gonna talk about two because I love these two together (plus I just really like talking about my ocs and don’t get a lot of chances too).

For the record, these two are from an Equestria Girls/MLP next gen, and I’ll start with the adopted AppleDash princess.

Name: Gale Primrose Apple (Formally, Gale Force in her first adopted family, and originally... Cream Puff because I just find that hilarious)

Nickname: She goes by Gale. Her girlfriend and later wife, Betty, calls her Rosie. She also answers to G, princess (her moms’ nickname for her from when she was smol), and Big Buff, Rough n’ Tough Cream Puff (well, doesn’t answer to that...).

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Aquarius

Height: Pfft, like 6′2. She’s buff as heck despite being a girly girl.

Sexual Orientation: Gay. Too gay to cope.

Hogwarts House: I could absolutely see her in Gryffindor. She pulls crazy stunts that put her own neck on the line if it’s for the right cause (like, say, doing a triple backflip off the top of a cheerleading pyramid to win over a girl and flip off her teachers).

Nationality: Well, even if this wasn’t set in the Equestria Girls universe, she’d be American. Southern princess.

Favorite Fruit: Hm. If she said anything but apples, would she get disowned? (... probably pears)

Favorite Flower: Primrose. That’s what Applejack and Rainbow Dash brought her the day they came to meet her and take her home for the first time, and well, while they were changing her name anyway...

Favorite Season: Knowing how much she loves Thanksgiving, probably fall.

Favorite Scent: It’s either some ultra-specific makeup brand (she’s a makeup artist) or the way her moms’ mac and cheese smells when it’s being cooked.

Coffee, tea or hot cocoa?: Coffee. Something’s gotta get her up for morning workouts.

Average Hours of Sleep: 9ish, and she snores through all of them.

Dogs or Cats?: Dogs. Definitely dogs.

Favorite Fictional Character: Oo, that’s tough... I’m leaning towards someone like Kim Possible. Someone who manages to be a normal, fabulous teenage girl despite being in what would normally be a guy’s role. Being as big and muscly as she is, Gale would appreciate that.

A better answer would be someone from a romcom but I don’t watch enough to know actual characters... can I just say all of the Disney princesses?

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: 2 or 3 for maximum coziness.

Dream Trip: When she’s in her late teens, it’s to go to L.A., but she ends up living there so I don’t know what to tell you. Aside from that, she’d go anywhere if she got to take her wife. She used to think Vegas with her besties would be fun but... well, I’ll just say she doesn’t leave with fond memories.

Random Fact: Although it takes her quite some time to realize it, Gale’s polyamorous. She’s not the type to like an open relationship, but she can fall in love and be in a committed closed relationship with multiple partners at once.

Coming out as poly was so much harder than coming out as gay (mostly because she was raised by a gay couple, but polyamorous relationships are still so... out of the public eye, let’s say).

Name: Battaglia Philharmonica

Nickname: Betty (Although Gale has quite a few nicknames for her, including Betsy and Babydoll; her adoptive mom, Octavia, also calls her Lia)

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Leo

Height: 5′5. Decently average, but smol compared to her wife Gale.

Sexual Orientation: Gayyyy. Really gay. Like, can’t-talk-to-girls gay what a mess gay.

Hogwarts House: I think Hufflepuff. She’s confident in herself, but a huge sweetie and well, kind of lets people take advantage of her if she’s not careful.

Nationality: Equestria Girls land? Aside from that, I’m really not sure, actually. Half-Italian, half... something. It’s hard to say because her father was never in the picture (and considering how Betty happened, that’s probably a good thing).

Favorite Fruit: Strawberries, if there’s whipped cream involved.

Favorite Flower: Forget Me Nots (why yes, she was a hopeless romantic as a child...)

Favorite Season: Spring, maybe.

Favorite Scent: Aside from her wife? Who am I kidding, it’s Gale. That’s the most comforting smell to her.

Coffee, tea or hot cocoa?: Tea, but she won’t say no to hot cocoa.

Average Hours of Sleep: 7-8. Well. When she’s healthy.

Dogs or Cats?: DOGS. For their first anniversary, Gale gets her a puppy Betty names Princess (whoops, Princess is a boy... ah well, Princess it is) and that dog is her world. And her therapy dog for her anxiety when she’s overwhelmed.

Favorite Fictional Character: Anyone Marilyn Monroe played. She has a thing for old movies because that’s all they had on in the hospital room when she was sick for a while as a kid (unidentified autoimmune disease, was stuck in Sick Kids for 2 years of her life). This inspired her acting career, at least.

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: 3 or 4. She hogs one from Gale, always.

Dream Trip: If not L.A., which, again, they eventually live in, either New York or London. What a sap.

Random Fact: If she was going to have a voice actress, it’d be Kristen Bell (Anna from Frozen, among others). Which means this is her solo song during the same story arc where Gale realizes she’s poly.

I tag pretty much everyone who wants to do this?

@adgerelli, @umbraamethyst, @apricalico, @digikate813, and plenty of people who I’ve seen tagged already

#true love verse

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sapphic-corgi · 6 years

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All the asks~!

Macaroni and Cheese: What makes you think of your childhood? Bratz, littlest pet shops, American girl dolls, Disney hahaSpring Green: How do you relax when you’re stressed? Lay with my dog and watch tvAsparagus: What’s an unpopular opinion you have? I don't like M&M'sBittersweet: Has someone you loved ever hurt you? YeahEggplant: Explain your url and avatar. My url means gay dog XD and my avatar is Betty from riverdale~! (To match with my jughead 😘)Outer Space: Do you ever feel like you’re an outcast from others? SometimesCotton Candy: What is your favorite dessert? Pumpkin pieFreckle: Do you have any marks on your skin? Yes I doHow do you feel about them? Well I have an indent on my back from a chicken pox and I think it's funny when people see it and they're like what is that XD Shocking Pink: Is there a trait that you have that others don’t expect from you? Uhh I'm not sure tbhRobin’s Egg Blue: If you were an animal, which one do you think would you be? DOG Granny Smith Apple: What’s something everyone else likes that you don’t? BaconDandelion: What’s a pet peeve of yours? Does my brother count?? XD Atomic Tangerine: What gets you motivated to do a difficult task? My goal for getting it doneWisteria: What’s your favorite thing about yourself? My eyes~!Candy Apple: How do you think others view you? Loyal, passionate, furry XD Plum: Are you insecure about anything? YesSky Blue: Where do you feel the most at home? My dads house Tickle Me Pink: How do you try to cheer others up when they’re sad? Distract them with fun stuff or send them stuff to make them feel better like funny picturesWild Strawberry: Do you care what others think about you? Depends on who the person isGlossy Grape: Recommend something to your followers. Watch the lodge it's actually good XD World Wide Web Yellow: What was the last thing you looked up? Lyrics to a song I just added to my playlist Shadow Blue: Do you have a darker side to you that most people are unaware of? Maybe??Electric Lime: What genre of music do you listen to? It's ranges but usually Disney and theatre Night Owl: Describe a very interesting dream that you had. Uhh I know there's a lot but I can't think of one right now Cornflower: What do you think about the most? JayGrasshopper Green: Describe the area where you live. Lot of trees, boring, small, kinda know everyone here, uhh river, I have no idea haha Misty Moss: Is there anything you regret? Of courseTiny Toad Brown: Do you find beauty in something that people consider to be ugly or undesirable? I think so Sunny Side Up: Do you like waking up in the mornings, or would you rather sleep in? Sleep inKitten Gray: Do you have any pets? If so, describe them. I do~! I have two dogs, a beagle named Jack and a mutt named Snoopy, and a turtle named Ally, and snoopy is a little small of hate and anxiety and Jack is needy but I love him so muchRose Dust: Describe your aesthetic in five words or less. Pink animal fluffy cutesy androgynousTimberwolf: Do you give second chances when somebody has wronged you? DependsFreshly Squeezed: What excites you? Cute dogs, getting to spend time with my best friend, cosplayFirefly Red: What gives you purpose? I have to think about thatTiny Teapot Tan: Do you consider yourself to be attractive/cute? Yes I do find myself cute Rain Drop Blue: Describe the weather outside. Cloudy and muggySweet Pea Green: Do you have/want children? No I want dogsPussywillow: Do you like being around others, or do you like being alone? Others Jack ‘O’ Lantern Orange: What’s your biggest fear and why? Being alone and I'll skip whyBaby Bunny Pink: Do you look young for your age, or do you look older than you are? Young I do not look my ageMystic Maroon: What confuses you, and why? A lot XD Cosmic Cobalt: What’s your zodiac sign, and do you think it’s accurate? Leo and yesPetal Pink: Describe your fashion sense as well as what you’re wearing right now. My fashion sense is like bomber jackets, my jean jacket, t-shirts or tank tops, jeans, boots, scarves, I'm trying to go for something cutesy though and right now I'm wearing my work clothes Mountain Meadow: Do you like taking care of others, or do you prefer being care of? It depends Fuzzy Duckling Yellow: Is there something from childhood that you haven’t outgrown? Dolls and stuffed animals, and cartoons and Disney of course Brussel Sproutlet: Do you have any unhealthy habits? MhmRazzle Dazzle Rose: Describe an ideal date. Movies then drive up to the mountains for a picnic then lay under the stars and spend the night in a cabinPeriwinkle: What’s something ordinary that has personal meaning to you? I'm not sureMauvelous: Do you think you deserve a better life than you have now? I don't know life's not perfect but I am happy right nowBlueberry Blue: Do you get sad easily? Yeah XD Purple Mountains Majesty: How does someone earn your respect? If they respect me I'll respect them Thanks jay~! 💙💖

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onceuponamirror · 7 years

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heart rise above

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summary: It wasn’t an experiment with freedom borne of some Americana fantasy; rather, a road trip of purely logistical intentions. The plan was simple. Drive from Boston to Chicago for his sister’s college graduation. That’s it.

Or, he drives a Ford Pickup Named Desire.

Mechanic!AU

fandom: riverdale ship: betty x jughead words: 50k chapters: 10/19

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I wonder about the love you can't find And I wonder about the loneliness that's mine

Veronica asks Betty to meet up at her apartment before the double date, even though they have plans to drive themselves separately. But Ronnie sounded very cryptic over the phone, so there’s no hesitation.

And, like the good Cooper girl she is, Betty arrives promptly at eight as requested. When she knocks, Veronica throws open her apartment door, still dressed in her work outfit of a pressed black pantsuit. “Ugh, would you believe I only just got home?”

Veronica sighs heavily as she unpins her pearl earrings and drops them in a bowl by the door, gesturing for Betty to follow her into the apartment. There seems to be something wearier around her shoulders than the usual post-work frustration, but Betty can’t get a good look at it, as she’s already crossing the room and reaching for the uncorked bottle of white wine on the dining table.

She pours Betty a light glass, and then takes a hearty sip of her own. “I am so ready to quit, B. Thank god I only have two more months.” Having spent the last two years listening to Veronica bemoan the life of an underling paralegal in a small town law firm, this is nothing Betty isn’t used to.

“I swear, I’m only one more night of overtime without pay from finding my inner Carrie,” Veronica says dryly. She gives Betty a quick once over. “Cute outfit, by the way. Just enough décolletage to make your mail-order love interest swoon.”

Betty smiles in relief, given she’d spent a solid hour throwing on every shirt she had before settling on the original choice: a cropped baby blue top with a wide scoop neck and a pair of high rise black jeans. She sips her wine and glances around; something seems different about the apartment. “Did you rearrange the furniture?”

Veronica takes another gulp of wine, glancing at Betty over the rim of her glass in the way that usually precursors a conversation about law school, Veronica’s upcoming move to Los Angeles, or her opinions on Betty living with her mother.

(Which she finds a little rich, considering Veronica’s own mother lives in the apartment upstairs.)

“I started selling some things,” Veronica admits hesitantly. “I figure if I get started now, I won’t be so overwhelmed come Judgment Day. Apparently, it also helps the realtor show people around and ‘envision this space as their own.’”

“Makes sense,” Betty says, trying to stamp out the queasy reminder that her best friend is moving nearly three thousand miles away.

Veronica sees right through it, as usual, and sighs as she leads them back into her bedroom. Betty plops down onto her canopy bed, as Veronica starts to sift through her closet absentmindedly. “Remind me again why you’re not coming with me?”

Betty rolls her eyes, because they’ve been down this road so many times she could map it from memory. “Because my family is here, and so is my business.”

“But your best friend in the entire world is moving to LA,” Veronica replies, batting her eyelashes with mock innocence. “And sorry, do you mean the business you own half of and share with your mom and sister, or the one where you’re an unpaid nanny and live-in housekeeper?”

She appreciates the way Ronnie is always defensive on her behalf, but sometimes, it feels a bit too pointed. This is one of those moments, but at Betty’s look, Veronica just sends her a pouted bottom lip and puts down her wine glass. “Please come with me.”

“Okay, I’ll come with you,” Betty says, with obvious sarcasm.

Veronica claps her hands together. “Yay! Alright, I’m thinking Echo Park for neighborhoods? It’s small, but supposedly it’s an ideal blend of useless artisanal products and effective bohème. Deeply gentrified, of course, which is a consideration—”

“V, I was kidding. You know I’m not moving to LA,” Betty reminds her, for the umpteenth time.

She huffs. “I just don’t understand why not,” she snaps, and Betty once again gets the impression that Veronica’s mood is more tightly wound than usual. “Do you know why I’m going to the city of angels, Betty? I could’ve gone anywhere for law school. Stayed in state—god knows it would’ve been cheaper—or at least found a nice little city on the Eastern seaboard. But people have been going west in search of meaning for hundreds of years, B. Isn’t that something we’re all looking for?”

Betty opens her mouth, but Veronica sees the cornered look on her face and spares her the misery. Her expression softens. “I’m sorry. You know the last thing I want to do is project. But…sometimes I just wonder. And worry. You hate Riverdale.”

“I don’t hate Riverdale,” Betty insists, which is true. “I…am sometimes frustrated by the way things turned out, but there a lot of people with a lot worse—”

“Yes, there are starving children all over the world, I know, I know,” Veronica interrupts. “Doesn’t mean your problems aren’t also valid, sweetie.”

“You know, I don’t see you having this lecture with Kevin, who is also staying in Riverdale,” Betty points out, but it’s a weak attempt, even for her.

“Kevin is an out gay man in a long term relationship who wants to be a politician, Betty,” she explains, even though they both know the reason. “He has to start on a local level, so his hometown is ideal. It’s tragic and ridiculously erroneous, but unfortunately where we’re still at in America 2017. And you and I both already knew that. So don’t even.”

Betty exhales, because Veronica has been broaching the topic of Betty moving with her a lot more often lately, in a way that she loves to play off as a joke, but tonight, something seems different. Betty has spent so much time convincing herself that she’ll manage without her best friend, that she’ll miss her so much but she’s happy for her—that she hasn’t stopped to think about how Ronnie will manage without her best friend too.

It’s one thing for Betty to say goodbye to Veronica knowing she’s off in pursuit of her dreams, and it must be another for Veronica to do the same, all the while knowing how secretly trapped Betty feels.

They need to get ready to go soon, so there isn’t much time for Betty to ruminate on this, but she knows it’s a thought that’ll keep her up over the course of the week.

“Is this why you asked me here today?” Betty asks softly, tucking her hair behind ears. (She’d decided to wear it down again today, having liked the reaction it got before.) She cracks a smile. “Another attempt at practicing your lawyer voice?”

Something moves across Veronica’s face, as if she might be about to say something. Instead, she quickly turns back to face her closet.

“Psh. As if I haven’t been arguing my way into everything my whole life. No, obviously I asked you here for fashion advice.” She twists back, holding a lacy black dress up against herself and giving it a little swish. “What do you think? Too much?”

“For the bowling alley? Yes,” Betty says emphatically. Veronica waves a dismissive hand and returns to her wardrobe; after a little bit of debate, they both agree on a mid-length polka dot skirt and a silky black tank top, to be worn tucked in.

Veronica appears pleased, but as she settles in front of her vanity and starts her make up, Betty catches a glimpse of Veronica’s reflection. There’s a spot of something waning, and it passes quickly, but not before Betty sees a thought moving faraway in her mind.

She and Veronica walk into the bowling alley arm-in-arm, but separate as they near their dates, who are waiting just beyond the entrance and outside the parallel arcade. Archie is saying something, one hand moving animatedly, but Jughead doesn’t seem to be paying attention. He bounces on his feet and stares at the ceiling in the way Betty has noticed usually does when he’s distracted by his thoughts.

Veronica passes Betty a sly look, because clearly she sees it too, and then strides forward, wiggling her fingers at the two of them. “Hello, boys,” she calls, with a voice like wind chimes. She and Archie greet each other with a comfortable kiss, while Betty slows her steps a few feet before reaching Jughead.

“Hi,” she says quietly. He gives her a long once over and her whole body warms under his gaze.

“Hey. You look really pretty, Betty,” he says, scratching his neck.

She looks down at her outfit, pleased that she’d trusted her instincts rather than allow Veronica to play Barbie; there had been a brief, last-minute struggle for control in which Veronica had tried to push her into a skirt that had been inappropriately short for an activity like bowling. But if this is the reaction a plain pair of high-waisted skinny jeans gets, Betty wonders how the skirt would’ve gone over.

“Oh. Thanks,” she breathes.

She gets a good look at him, and realizes he too looks a bit dressier than normal. Still clearly, purely Jughead, but smoothed around the edges; he’s wearing his typical outfit of black jeans and drooping suspenders, but rather than his usual aged t-shirt and enclave of plaid, he’s donned a dark navy button up of a fine caliber, open over a black undershirt.

And, she notices: again, no beanie.

He looks good.

“Nice shirt,” she adds, reaching forward and straightening his collar. His Adam’s apple bobs, tracing the movement.

She means it as a compliment, but he appears suddenly self-conscious. “Well, I need to do laundry, so it was either the ancient System of a Down t-shirt I accidentally brought or the one I got for my sister’s graduation. I know it’s kind of dressy for just bowling, but…not that this is just bowling—”

“Juggie.” His mouth promptly clamps shut and she smiles up at him. “I meant it looks nice.”

Betty glances around and realizes they’re alone. Veronica and Archie have slipped away, and she spots them across the alley, clearly giving them their space. She breathes a sigh of relief; Veronica had promised not to tease her about this double date, but Betty honestly hadn’t believed her until now.

She loves her best friend dearly, but Veronica can be so insufferable when she’s proven right and Betty would never have been able to have a good time if she was spending the whole evening fielding off smug smirks.

Now that it’s just her and Jughead, it seems like—well, just the two of them, joking under the hood of his truck or bantering over eggs. The simplest act of just being around him; this is the part that has always felt easy.

And yet, somewhere between waking up knowing it was because he was no longer holding her and the tense conversation about things very explicitly unsaid, something has definitely changed. What it is, Betty doesn’t know, but it hangs between them; headier, hushed, and curling slowly like a tendril of smoke against the light.

A shift that makes the world feel just slightly tilted beneath her feet, drawing her closer towards him as if gravity itself commands it.

With a start, Betty realizes her fingers have slid down slightly, moving from his collar to his chest.

It feels thrillingly new; beyond the spare pull on his arm or the bit of snuggling on the couch last night—which had honestly been a daze of post-panic haziness, so she’s not even sure it totally counts—she hasn’t experimented with any kind of physical closeness with him until now.

Normally, she’d have already been finding excuses to lay her hand on his shoulder, or sneak in little touches, but up until this afternoon, she’d been so confused by what he wanted. Jughead seems like a guy who deeply values personal space until he's comfortable, so she hadn’t wanted to overstep or make him feel awkward.

But she knows it’s mutual now. He called this a date. So she presses her fingers gently against the fabric of his shirt and gladly plays with fire.

“Hi,” she says again.

“Hi,” he returns, his voice very low. His eyes rake across her face; it’s an expression she’s only seen him wear from afar, furiously typing away in the back of a booth at Pop’s, like he’s concentrating on some kind of thematic riddle.

“We probably shouldn’t keep them waiting,” Betty says, but she hasn’t moved.

Jughead scoffs, and the moment seems to fizzle out, like a sparking rope of dynamite that never quite reaches its point. “Look, I just spent the last hour listening to the saga of Archie’s battle for creative integrity over a talking duck commercial, so he can fucking stand to wait a bit.”

“Quote the quack, ‘Nevermore,’” Betty giggles.

Jughead laughs outright. “Yikes, Cooper. Should I make a joke about why a duck is like a writing desk?”

“Edgar Allen oh-no,” she says, and Jughead sighs with aplomb.

“Jesus, that’s terrible, Betts. Terrible. This joke is over, I’m calling it,” he says. “Poor Poe. He’s probably rolling in his grave as we speak.”

“Pretty sure he was waiting his whole life to sulk from beyond the grave, so I think it’s fine.”

His lips are pursed against a grin. His eyes sweep over her once more, and at this angle, Betty is sure he’s got a decent view of her cleavage. “Did I mention you look really nice?”

“It’s just jeans and a top,” she says, reluctantly dropping her hand from his chest because she can’t stand here forever, half-groping him with what she’s sure is an absurdly dopey expression.

Jughead snorts playfully. “I’ll be happy to prove you wrong on that. In iambic pentameter, if you want. Or, do you like haikus?”

“That won’t be necessary,” Betty sighs, but feeling ridiculously pleased. She loops her hands around his arm and tugs him towards Archie and Veronica. “Come on, Shakespeare.”

Upon the reunion, the four of them settle into the line for bowling shoes and lane assignments. Archie and Veronica are so deeply wrapped around one another that Betty feels nervous with just her elbow crooked around Jughead’s arm in comparison, so she drops it. She misses the warmth right away and instantly regrets it.

Veronica appraises Jughead with a nod. “Lovely shirt, by the way,” she says approvingly. “Nice to see you can clean up a bit.”

“Want me to take off my glasses so you can realize I’ve been beautiful all along?” Jughead drawls acerbically, which Betty expects is just because he knows a compliment on his wardrobe is a big deal coming from Veronica and it clearly embarrasses him.

“But you don’t wear glasses,” Archie says, his brow wrinkling with confusion. Jughead huffs, half exasperated and half amused.

“I gotta be honest,” Betty says, lacing her fingers behind her back as Jughead glances back her way. “I was almost expecting you to wear a tuxedo t-shirt.”

“No, this is good,” Jughead says, without missing a beat. He waves a hand between them. “Let’s just get what you really think of me out on the open early on.”

“Dude, you definitely owned one of those in middle school,” Archie says, tucking Veronica under his arms and resting his chin on the top of her head. He grins goofily at them.

“Whatever, shut up,” Jughead replies, so quickly that it veers on defensive. “I can’t be held accountable for my adolescent bullshit. Anyway, I have it on good authority that you still own a keyboard tie.”

“Uh, yeah, because those are funny,” Archie replies, like this is obvious.

“Oh my god, Archiekins,” Veronica says, twisting to look up at Archie. She looks so personally offended that Betty almost laughs out loud. “I’m so going to pretend I didn’t just hear that.”

In response, Archie just nuzzles against her neck until her expression turns soft again, leaving Jughead and Betty to exchange unimpressed looks.

It’s finally their turn in line, and everyone gives out their shoe sizes to the teenager behind the counter. As he runs off to collect their bowling shoes, Archie leans up against the counter and surveys Jughead with an expression of pure impishness.

“Too bad we’re not in Boston,” he says. “Because Jughead owns about four pairs of shoes—and one of those pairs happen to be bowling shoes.”

Betty looks up at Jughead with surprise. “You own your own bowling shoes?”

Jughead shrugs indifferently, his hands in his pockets. “What? They were on sale.”

“I just didn’t peg you for such a diehard,” Betty says, failing miserably at hiding a smile.

“Are you kidding?” Jughead says, raising his eyebrows. “It covers all my bases. It’s 90% sitting down, every bowling alley in America sells hot dogs and nachos, and…it’s a game of patience. Balance. Momentum. A certain je ne sais quoi,” he says, pinching his finger and thumb together and speaking in a terrible French accent that Betty knows Veronica would like to correct. “And again, a strong case to be made for the nachos.”

Honestly, when he explains it like that, bowling does seem like arguably the most Jughead-approved activity in the book. The conversation turns to the costs, which Archie and Jughead offer to split, but Betty tries to insert her own credit card, while Veronica admits she has no qualms about being treated to a free evening when she's about to go off to an expensive law school. Jughead rolls his eyes good-naturedly and doesn’t seem to mind Betty’s attempts to help pay, but Archie insists it’s the least they can do after all she’s doing for the truck, so eventually she withdraws her bid.

Meanwhile, the pimply teenager returns from the back and presents them with their shoes and available bowling lane. Immediately, Veronica has procured a moist towelette from her purse and is already wiping down her pair. She uses it to pick them up and carries the shoes in front of her at arm’s length, her lip curled into something very sour.

Jughead watches the whole exchange with interest. “Veronica doesn’t like germs,” Betty supplies in a half-whisper, leaning in against Jughead. He bumps her shoulder playfully and glances up at Veronica with amusement.

“Please. Find me a sane human being who does,” Veronica says over her shoulder. “Honestly, I still can’t believe I agreed to go bowling, of all things. Curiously, what’s the process on reporting identity theft?”

“C’mon. You said yes because you like me, babe,” Archie smirks, his arm dangling around her as they head towards their lane.

Babe, Jughead mouths at Betty, his eyes widening mischievously. She tries not to snigger.

When they all sit down, Veronica’s eyes are elsewhere beyond the alley, and it’s not until they’ve all changed into their rented shoes that she finally seems to snap back into the moment. Betty files away the moment for later, as it’s the same the faraway look she’d noticed back at Veronica’s apartment.

And it’s one thing for her best friend of over a decade to zone out when it’s just them, but it’s very unlike Ronnie to not be socially present among others.

“So,” Betty says, once they’ve set up their lane computer with their initials and game order. She sinks into the seat next to Jughead and puts her hands on her knees. “Should we do teams, maybe? Girls vs. boys?”

“Oh, honey, I would never do that to you,” Veronica replies, with a commiserating sort of look. She holds up both hands, her glossy manicure gleaming at Betty. “This is a seventy-five dollar manicure. I’m strictly bowling granny-style tonight. No, let’s stick with our dates. I have no problem leaving Archiekins to his own devices, but I couldn’t do that to my best girl.”

“Aw man,” Archie whines, as if he can’t help it. Veronica swivels towards him with a look that screams you did not just, so he very hastily adds, “Jughead’s just really good. I wanted him on my team.”

Jughead stretches his arms across his chest in a show of mock machismo. He grunts a little dramatically and glances over at Betty. “I mean, yeah. I don’t wanna brag, but…I’m gonna wipe the floor with all of you.”

Betty raises an eyebrow and shifts in her seat, crossing her legs so that she faces him. “Really, now?”

His arm slips around the back of her seat as he too twists towards her. “Oh, yeah,” he says, his voice dropping almost conspiratorially. “Hold onto your hat, Cooper.”

“I’ll put it with your missing beanie.” She means it jokingly, but the mood instantly shifts. Frowning, Jughead’s fingers dart up to his hair, as if about to tug on the hat that isn’t there.

“Yeah. I’m trying something out,” Jughead mumbles, dropping his hands back into his lap.

“What’s that?”

“Adulthood, I think,” he sighs, briefly glancing off at nothing. “Jury’s still out.”

Betty pauses, wondering what he means. But if nothing, she’s noticed the way the hat skirts around a sensitive subject, and seems to be some sort of long-held security blanket, so she suspects it has at least something to do with that.

“I like you with the hat,” she says gently. “But I also like you without it.”

His head is bowed slightly, but his eyes flick up. Clouds move across his face and Betty can’t begin to interpret the shape of them.

“So, Betty’s up first,” Archie says, with an air of impatience. Betty realizes that she and Jughead have been leaning in towards one another and having a very private conversation. She knows it’s a bit rude for a double date, but it’s a hard balance to strike for what is also her and Jughead’s very first.

The affection and comfort between Archie and Veronica only serves as stark reminder that Betty is on borrowed time with Jughead; she feels sorely behind schedule on where she’d like to be, so she consciously decides she wants to enjoy this.

(And she can’t help it if every time he looks at her, she feels like she’s about to jump out of her skin.)

She wants to know what her hands would feel like moving across the planes of his chest. Wants to brush the pad of her thumb against his bottom lip and memorize each freckle on his jaw.

It’s that thought, however, that forces Betty to accept that she must distract herself, lest she actually jump him thirty minutes into their first date.

She stands and selects a predictably pink bowling ball. Finding her pose, she swings her arm back, and lets the ball roll. It tumbles along the lane and takes down a comfortable number of pins. She manages to get all but two on her second try, and when she turns around, Jughead is grinning at her.

“Not too shabby,” he says, as she returns to her spot next to him.

Archie is next, and he does better than Betty, ending up with a spare. He throws Jughead a competitive sort of leer while Veronica very begrudgingly rises for her turn. As promised, she hugs the ball against her chest and simply lets it drop onto the smooth lane with a loud bang. It moves agonizingly slowly, but in the end somehow earns a perfect split.

When Jughead gets up, he takes his sweet time. He selects a green ball, puts it back, tries again with a black one, then a blue one, his fingers running deliberately over the surfaces all the while. This process goes on to the point where Archie calls out, “Dude, we don’t have all year, just bowl already,” and Jughead finally finds his mark.

He lines up against the lane, brings the ball up to his nose and then swings it back, dropping into a lunge as he sends it barreling down. It’s a perfect strike.

Betty and Veronica clap as he turns back around, but he just waves them off. “No paparazzi, please,” he mutters, dropping down next to Betty. He flashes her a wide, toothy grin that straddles the line of cocky, which is all the ammunition she needs for her imagination to start up again. Or, at least, that’s as PG-13 as she’ll allow herself to admit now that she’s noticed there’s a family of four bowling in the lane next to them.

This is getting ridiculous.

The game continues in a similar succession, and true to his promise, Jughead easily earns the highest score. Archie snags second place, while Betty and Veronica vacillate between third and fourth. Veronica’s technique of more or less dropping the ball onto the lane and walking away tends to either work radically well or not at all, so in the end, Betty manages a narrow defeat.

The decide they should try a second game (read: Archie demands a rematch), but Jughead insists he won’t play until he’s refueled, so he and Archie head off to the fast food grill in the back of the alley in search of greasy salvation.

Once they’re out of earshot, Betty scoots over to Veronica’s side of the chairs, excited to analyze how she think their date is going. But Veronica is staring off into space again, her chin propped up on the back of her hand, and doesn’t seem to realize Betty is even there until she says her name.

“Sorry B, did you say something?” She asks, blinking slowly as if to clear her thoughts.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” Betty demands, narrowing her eyes. “You’ve been acting weird all night.”

Veronica appears mildly shocked to have been called out—but to her credit, doesn’t deny it, which is probably what Betty would’ve done. She sighs and folds her hands carefully in her lap. “Do you think things are moving too quickly between me and Archie?”

It’s the last thing Betty expected her to say, so she’s briefly stunned silent. She nibbles her lips over the words, but decides Ronnie will want the truth. “Well, you know this is kind of what you do, right? You always throw yourself so fully into whatever you’re doing, right away. But I don’t know, V. Only you can answer that. Why do you ask?”

“I think you might’ve been right,” Veronica says in a half-whisper. Her eyes are lingering on a young couple giggling a few lanes down. “About why you were hesitant about Jughead. I’m starting to wonder if dating two highwaymen was a bad idea.”

Feeling like the air has left her lungs and alone with the thought you’re telling me this now?, Betty stares at Veronica, completely at a loss for words. Realizing the implications of what she’s said, Veronica turns to face her.

“I’m sorry, I don’t say it to scare you. You know I like Jughead, and I can tell he’s, like, Baroque-levels of romantic over you. But…honestly, Betty, I’m a little freaked out by how fast things are moving. We’re just spending so much time together. I see him on my lunch breaks, and then we’re together every single night,” she admits, worrying a red lip delicately between her teeth.

A pause sits like a body between them.

“Well, what would you tell me, if I was in your place?” Betty asks. This is the advice she always falls back on when she doesn’t know what else to say, but it doesn’t really apply here, since Betty is more or less also in Veronica’s place.

Veronica’s laugh is tinkling and sad as she uses the tip of her finger to stave off a tear. “To throw yourself into sex, probably,” she says around a scoff. She meets Betty’s eyes and sighs again. “I just… I thought that we were just having fun.”

“Are you not anymore?” Betty asks softly. She wonders if she’d read the wrong energy between Archie and Veronica; if she’d somehow mistook affection for a compensation for discomfort.

“We are, we are,” Veronica insists. Her eyes fall out of focus again as she fingers a gold chain around her neck. “But I just haven’t felt this way since Cheryl.”

Betty’s eyebrows shoot up; this is something that Veronica would never say lightly. She was with Cheryl for over three years; they talked about things like marriage and all other things that serious relationships get into. “How—”

“It’s not the same feeling, obviously,” Veronica interrupts, almost defensively. “They’re so different. The situation is so different. Cheryl and I had years and years of mounting tension before we ever did anything about it. Archie…it feels like I know him so well already. But really, hair color is the only thing they have in common.”

That and an obvious streak of competitiveness, but it won’t do any good to bring that up, so Betty just waits for Veronica to continue.

“With Cheryl…I loved her so much—and I always will, of course—but she drove me so crazy. She projected all of her insecurities onto me, she was so manic-depressive half the time, and refused to get help while we were together,” Veronica sighs, sniffing loudly. “Not that I didn’t play my part in that too—I got to the point where I’d just pick fights with her rather than ever try to talk about our issues. In the end, I was so exhausted. We were two immiscible liquids.”

She meets Betty’s eye as she dabs at her own, almost desperately trying to preserve her perfect black cat-eye makeup. “Archie is nothing like that. What you see is what you get; there’s no double meaning, no passive-aggressive repartee. It’s so relaxing, and so easy to be around him.”

Betty wants to say that Veronica can’t know that, can’t know him well enough to be so sure, but then she thinks of Jughead. Has she not already privately compared his strengths against Trev, locked away in the pink bedroom with the old thoughts? Has she, even just tonight, not thought about how it easy most things feel between them?

“And the sex, oh my god,” Veronica groans, pressing on her temples and pulling Betty back into the moment. “With Archie, it really feels like it could’ve been the start of something. And that, B, that is the crux of my crisis. I knew when and why Cheryl and I had run our course. But Archie and I are just getting started, and we’ll never know what we could’ve been.”

Betty understands all too well what Veronica means.

“This is all so uncharacteristically depressing of me, Betty,” she looks over at her with watery eyes, “but how much longer until the truck is finished?”

Betty exhales shakily. “Not much,” she admits warily. Like Veronica, things are moving faster than she anticipated, especially once she got the compressor ahead of schedule.

Veronica reaches over and grasps Betty’s hands. “Slow it down?” She asks, half a demand and half a plea. “I need more time to feel like this romantic tragedy isn’t being puppeteered by the Bard himself.”

She almost considers it. Almost allows the thought in, entertaining visions of more time, longer days, less anxiety, less impatience—but he has been very adamant from the get go that he has to be in Chicago at the end of the month, and she can’t betray him like that.

“I couldn’t do that to Jughead, V,” Betty says softly. “He’s going to his sister’s gradation, and I could never take that from him. And you know you couldn’t do that to Archie, either. Forcing someone to stay will only make them resent you.”

Veronica nods, like she expected this, but something exasperated swims in her eyes. “Are we still talking about the boys, or about you?”

Point taken, Betty thinks.

“Do you regret it?” She asks, after a long moment. She hooks her arm around Veronica and draws her against her shoulder, in the way they always do for one another when one of them is upset. “Starting things up with Archie?”

“No,” Veronica sighs. “But yes, in the more imminent sense.”

With a loud inhale, she sits up and attempts to settle into her usual perfect posture. “Sweetie, if you’re asking me if I think you shouldn’t pursue things with Jughead any further, unfortunately, my answer is still the same. I’m deep in the throws of ambiguity right now, but I still maintain that life is better lived as an Elizabeth Taylor than a Judith Campbell.”

Betty doesn’t get much of a moment to consider this, as Veronica quickly murmurs, “Oh, here they come,” and becomes an utter visage of composure. Jughead and Archie return with trays of drinks and piles of food, including a hefty pile of nachos that Jughead announces he intends to put away by himself.

He presents Betty with her requested order of curly fries, and the rest of the evening is spent eating and bowling. After the second game, Veronica opts out entirely and busies herself with online window shopping, and by the end of the night, Betty has definitely gotten a few helpful pointers from Jughead.

“Pretty soon you’ll be giving me a run for my money,” he says, after she uses his technique to win a strike.

“Yeah, sure. I bet you use these moves on all the girls,” she teases. “What is this, a sports movie?”

Jughead scoffs. “What girls? Betty, you’re the first person I’ve asked out in years. Actually—” He pauses, clearly thinking. “Wait, nope, Ethel asked me out. Unless you count the time I asked Ginger Lopez to dance because I lost a bet to Archie, you’re the first official one.”

Her eyes widen with this information, because she thinks Jughead is way too good-looking for this to be true. But not every attractive person spends their entire life fielding off romance like Veronica or Cheryl, so maybe she shouldn’t assume. Some of this must show on her face, however, because a flush quickly appears at the tips of his ears.

“Not that—I mean, I’ve had—shit,” he mutters, scrunching up his face. She doesn’t understand what he’s stammering around at first, but then she realizes he’s talking about sex. “I’m just not much of a relationship guy, I mean.”

This sends a stone straight to the bottom of her stomach, even though, in reality, it should make her feel relieved. If he isn’t looking for a relationship, she’s really got nothing to be worried about, right? It’s better that he’s upfront with her about it, so they can mess around a little without any strings or expectations on Betty’s end.

This is good, she tells herself, even as it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth.

Later, when they’re finally bowled out, there’s a half-hearted attempt to muster enthusiasm for drinks, but Veronica and Archie exchange completely obvious eyes of yearning and announce they’re feeling too “tired.”

Betty and Jughead watch the other two practically race each other to Veronica’s car, and once the vintage Mercedes is out of sight, Betty turns to him. “Want a ride?”

Jughead licks his lips. “Oh, sure. I was just gonna call a Lyft, but…always looking a way to pinch a penny.”

The whole ride back to his motel, something like anticipation creeps very slowly up her neck. It’s unnervingly satisfying in a way that is absolutely torturous, and given the way Jughead’s knee is aggressively bouncing up and down, she thinks he feels it too.

When they pull into the parking lot, it’s completely empty. A blue road sign overhead begs for vacancy, there’s not a soul in sight, the wind rustles a tree, and it feels like they’re the only people left in town.

She cuts the engine and glances over. “I had a really fun time tonight, Juggie,” she says as she twists towards him, unprepared for the distracted, darkened look in his eye. He fidgets with a thought, and then he moves.

His hands cup her face in order to present her with just the tiniest amount of warning before he’s kissing her.

He pulls back quickly, just enough to say something. His eyes dance rapidly across her face. “I—” He starts, but it’s promptly muffled by Betty chasing after his lips, desperate for an excuse to exorcise the tension between them. With the gearshift on the wheel, the front seat is nothing but a continuous cushion that they can stretch out along, so she crawls back against him until he’s pressed into the passenger door.

She’s not sure what exactly she’d been expecting, but whatever it was, she would’ve been wrong.

Their mouths move open against each other with an almost frenzied type of haste, as everything that’s sat slowly boiling between them finally begins to whistle its warning. Every touch lights her on fire; even with the simplest way where he presses his thumbs into the dimples where her back dips lowest, Betty’s whole body finds a new way to warm.

Maybe it’s the fearful, watery confession from Veronica still haunting her thoughts, but Betty is suddenly overcome by a wanton impatience. She wants him, and she wants him now. Jughead’s hands move to her arms, and seem to be trying to slow her down, but she ignores it. Doesn’t he realize how much time they’ve already wasted?

In the back of her mind, she knows this might be too much, too fast, but her skin is flushed with gooseflesh and all she cares about is chasing the burn between her legs. So Betty wraps her arms around his neck, smothers the thought, and sings a silent hymn for the life of vintage cars.

She kisses him in the type of car made for a midnight rendezvous and love in the time of moonlight; she kisses him like the whisper of a willow tree rippling along the water, in the secluded kind of hideaway known only by lovers.

She kisses him with a ticking clock, like the very one that still sits on the dashboard of her car. The second hand has been clicking into place for over fifty years, and won’t stop now.

Time and momentum are funny things, she realizes dimly. If momentum is the mark left behind as proof of time, but time is just a human perception, what is truth, as that clock quietly ticks along? Is it counting down to something, or forever going in circles?

All she knows is the two must work in tandem, ever passing one another and never quite meeting, and both seem to be a measure of something that both poetry and science have been trying to put to pen for centuries.

Betty has wanted more time before.

She’s felt the imminence of change, from childhood into adulthood and from having a life into just living. She’s said goodbye to the job she loved and the new city that held nothing but possibilities. She’s held her dying father’s hand and sobbed into his hospital bed and learned far too much about appreciating what you have, when you have it.

Like the bowling ball curving down the lane with intentions to strike, momentum swings into collision between them, and she’s never wanted more time than what she has with Jughead.

She fists a hand into his hair as he sits up slightly against the car door in order to drop kisses onto her neck, shoulder, and anywhere in reach that isn’t her mouth. She throws her head back to give him better access, and enthusiastically murmurs, “I want you,” into the air.

“Betts,” he attempts to mumble against her skin, but she’s afraid to hear it, so she shifts forward and drags her teeth against his bottom lip.

“Betty,” he tries again, more urgently, when she finally breaks for air. But she’s not known for much more than apple pie, fixing cars, and an acute case of tunnel vision, so she carries straight on.

“Do you want me to come up?” She whispers, sliding her palm down his stomach as she peppers his jaw with kisses. He’s straining beneath her and she has only one thought: I can help with that—but, to her surprise, he catches her hand just before it can reach the edge of his pants.

She blinks up at him, sure she’s about to see rejection in his face. Instead, his eyes are practically black with want, but his expression is nothing short of tortured. “I don’t…have anything,” he says, with meaning. “I wasn’t expecting—I didn’t want to assume—”

She squints at him, and then understands. He doesn’t have condoms.

“I’m not on the pill,” she tries to say, but she’s breathing so heavily that it takes a moment. She hasn’t been on birth control since breaking up with Trev, for no real reason except what was probably some kind of unconscious defense mechanism against moments exactly like this one.

Their shoulders rise and fall with a long breath as they catch the disappointment in each other’s eye.

It gives her a moment to finally gets a good look at what she’s done to him; his neck has all the makings of a warzone, his once pristine, crisp shirt is shoved forcefully half off and the black tank top underneath has been pushed up, exposing the defined expanse of skin she’s only seen once before and thought much of since.

She can’t see herself, but assumes she looks about the same kind of ruined. Her hair feels tangled and wild down her back, and she at least knows her own shirt is ridden up to her ribs.

His head falls back against the fogged window with a palpable thump.

With a start, Betty remembers where they are, and immediately blushes madly—not that it’s anything redder than the flush she already had. Betty Cooper, as you live and breathe. She can’t believe she nearly tried to give him a handjob in parking lot of a motel.

An empty parking lot, save for themselves, but there’s no way to know someone hadn’t walked by and seen them aggressively making out in a car like horny teenagers. Betty groans with embarrassment and hides her head in the crook of his shoulder; he’s still hard beneath her, but he chuckles anyway.

He curls a lock of her hair around his finger as she shifts against him, and tucks herself into a position that is decidedly less compromising. Still spread out along the length of the car, he welcomes her new spot against him, as one leg dangles off the driver’s seat and the other is propped up around her. They’re still breathing heavily.

“This is probably for the best,” Jughead says after a long moment, which makes Betty still. He notices, and rushes to add, “I just mean…we should take things a little slower, right?”

She can feel him looking at her and so she resolutely keeps her head down. She picks at a loose thread on her jeans. “Why?”

“Why?” Jughead repeats, confused.

Betty still can’t make herself look at him. “Do you not want me?”

“I think you can still feel the evidence to the contrary,” Jughead mutters, his hand on her knee. “There’s nothing not to want.” Something in his tone is asking her to look at him, but she won’t be able to get through this if she does.

“Okay, then. Well, we don’t have a lot of time together,” she says slowly. She thinks of Veronica and her advice; bravely going after what she wants, even in the face of doom. She thinks of all the forgotten promises she swore to herself, fresh off her father's death, that she would enjoy the people in her life for whatever little time she had them. She thinks of the ill-fated lovers on the pages of Jughead’s mind, and the fact that he isn’t a relationship guy.

“We’re just getting this out of our systems, right? Just sex? So we don’t wonder ‘what if’ down the line? So why take it slow?”

Finally, she glances up, but has no idea what to make of his expression. It’s guarded and thoughtful and mutable all at once and reveals absolutely nothing. “Yeah,” he says at last. “We’ll keep it just physical.”

It’s what she asked for, what she’s decided as the safest inevitable route to hell, but it still digs like a knife to the gut. “Yep. We’re adults. Our eyes are open,” she says, in a strange voice she doesn’t recognize as her own.

She wants to ask—what would you say if things were different? What would you want from me?

If they’d met in a circumstance less looming, if they’d known each other longer, had more time together—would he still have so casually mentioned he’s not interested in relationships? Would she have changed that in him?

Probably not, she thinks. She’s never been enough to will fate into her bidding before, so it’s unlikely this would’ve been any different.

Jughead’s mouth opens and closes, as if he can’t wrap around what he’d like to say.

A moment earlier, and she might’ve pointed out that there’s still plenty they can do without the need for condoms, but she now recognizes her impatience as overcompensation for fear of losing him. The resulting embarrassment is all she needs to kill the mood.

“Do you still—” He starts, but Betty slides away, back towards the driver’s seat.

“I should get home,” she says, facing the wheel and pushing her hair back from her face.

Jughead doesn’t move, still strewn out; his foot jiggles nervously against her thigh. “Are we—”

“We’re good,” Betty says firmly, forcing herself to look at him. The makings of tears start to sting warningly at her eyes, so she blinks quickly in order to keep them at bay. She stretches forward and squeezes his hand. “We can go out tomorrow night, and…try this all again?”

His eyes sweep over her face, and then he relaxes, slumping against the door. “Okay,” he says, somewhat tentatively but smiling all the same. “And I’ll, uh, be more prepared next time.”

Right.

Even so, Betty thinks she won’t be.

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #betty x jughead #betty cooper #jughead jones #like is this how i should be tagging things i'm still unclear #anyway this one's a fucking doozy #like #can't even so

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Cael Sonata Character Sheet (Introduction Post)

Hello, and welcome to the Golden City. I’ll guide you through the character creation process and get you started on your journey. From now on, your adventures will be stockpiled in this archive. Before we begin, you must select a name you’d like to go by. Please type your name below.

Name: Cael Sonata

Nice to meet you Cael Sonata! Next, for the purposes of this archive, we are going to need you to state your location.

Location: Golden City

Thank you, Cael Sonata of Golden City. To better understand you and give those that come across your archive a better picture of the type of person you are, we’ve prepared some questions below. There are no right or wrong answers, but we suggest that you answer them honestly. Let’s begin.

What are your aspirations in life and what are you doing to achieve those aspirations?

Yeesh, straight to the deep stuff I see. Well, my dream is to have writing fiction be my profession. I want my work to extend across all forms of media, from novels, to short stories, comic books, television, movies, radio, video games, etc. My work mainly focuses on women and minorities. As a child who grew up in a very ethnic city, I noticed that there weren’t a lot of characters in mainstream media that were relatable to my friends and I who weren’t minor characters or stereotypes. As an adult, I still see the absence of representation and not much has changed since I was a child. I want to create media that my nieces and nephews as well as others will enjoy and be able to see themselves in. I’d like to bring women and minorities into lead roles that mean something. To achieve these dreams, I’m currently studying at San Francisco State University, where I’m majoring in Broadcasting and Electronic Communication Arts with an emphasis in Writing for Electronic Media and honing my writing skills as a freelancer and working on personal projects. I recently self-published my first short story, “Danita’s Revenge,” on Amazon, and it felt like an important first step to being able to make a living doing what I love.

What are you obsessed with?

My obsessions? Well, currently I’m really obsessed with Final Fantasy XIV – as you can probably tell, I’m really into role-playing games. I’m a gamer by nature and love a night in relaxing and playing something on steam like FFXIV or Stardew Valley. I’m also really into gardening. My partner and I have a plot at a community garden that we take care of throughout the week and use to grow fresh produce to use at home.

Another thing I really enjoy is cooking. I love looking up recipes and experimenting with different ethnic dishes. I make a mean Japanese apple curry, and my Filipino bulalo is to die for.

I’m also a lover of long-form fiction, but comic books currently have my heart. Rat Queens by Kurtis J. Wiebe is my obsession. Hannah, Violet, Dee, and Betty are a refreshing group of bad-ass, foul-mouthed fantasy characters, and the adventures they go on are thrilling and hilarious. Wiebe was spot on when he described the concept as, “Lord of the Rings meets Bridesmaids.”

Who are your favorite writers?

I know it’s really cliche, but J.K. Rowling is my favorite writer. Her world-building skills and attention to detail are top notch and something I really admire. Another one of my favorites is Kari Luna. Her writing is very intimate, creative, and easy to read. I hope to see more good things from her in the future. Finally, there’s Kurtis J. Wiebe. Wiebe writes progressive works with no fear, which is very refreshing and something I’d like to replicate in my own work. These three have written great works that have inspired me to work on my own projects.

Who are your favorite fictional heroes?

I’ve consumed so much media in the form of literature, comic books, video games, and so much more that I’ve had my share of exposure to some pretty great heroes. However, there are two that have really stood out, the first one being the new Ms. Marvel, Kamala Khan. Ms. Marvel is such a fantastic comic book and Kamala Khan is a great character. She’s really fun and very relatable. My second favorite hero is Xena, Warrior Princess. I feel like I can’t say much about Xena that hasn’t been said already. She fears nothing and her determination and drive to help those that need it is godly. These two have influenced the way I go about writing my own heroes.

Which talent would you most like to have?

If I could have any talent, I think that I’d like to be able to draw. Not just draw, but be a full-fledged illustrator. Being able to bring my fiction to life visually is a dream of mine. I’d love to see some of my work as comic books or graphic novels one day and being able to illustrate them would make that dream a lot easier.

Wow, Cael! You seem like a really interesting person, I’m sure those that come across your archive will be entertained. Now that we understand what type of adventurer you are, you’re just about ready to get started on your journey. There’s one last thing that we have to do first, though, before you go. It’s time to roll your stats! Your stats are determined on a numerical scale between, 0-10. 0 being garbage and 10 being absolutely outstanding! That’s right, before every adventurer starts their journey they rolls stats’ that will help them on their adventure. All you have to do is simply say “Roll” and your beginning stats will be determined. If you’re ready, let’s get underway!

A die is rolled.

Cael Sonata’s beginner stats are currently being determined. Please wait…

Stat roll complete.

Health Points 24/24

Magic 0

Speed 4

Writing Skills 7

Research Ability 8

Focus 5

Productivity 6

These look like some good stats, Cael! You’re really good in some areas but could use some work in others. However, don’t be discouraged! The best adventurers didn’t start at the top – they honed their skills and worked their way up, and I have faith you will be one of them! Welcome to the Golden City, Cael Sonata. Your journey starts here!

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aresaphrodites · 7 years

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Into The Black - Bughead Fanfic. CHAPTER ONE.

Chapter Two

I wrote a little thing over on AO3, but I thought I’d post the first chapter on here in case anyone was interested. :)

Summary:

Betty Cooper is as All American, Apple Pie as you could get. She has a game plan for her life: make all A’s, graduate at the top of her class, get into an Ivy League school, and become a successful woman.

Jughead Jones is a boy from the wrong side of the tracks who has never known anything other than the Southside Serpents, Riverdale’s very own gang full of misfits and criminals. He doesn’t have a plan for his days, much less the rest of his life.

When the two star-crossed lovers are thrown into each others lives, they have to sit back and wonder whether who they’ve been groomed to be is who they are meant to be.

Betty Cooper is a lot of things. She’s the golden daughter of Alice and Hal Cooper. She’s a helping hand when someone needs one and a warm smile when they’re feeling down. She’s student body president, a River Vixen. She’s a straight A student on her way to being Valedictorian. She is also late for her first day of school.

“Elizabeth Cooper, if you don’t hurry up and get to school you’re going to get a tardy! How do you expect to have a good year if you start it off with a tardy?”

She rolls her eyes at her mother’s voice. Technically she isn’t completely late. School doesn’t start until 8:01 and it’s only 7:50, but the amount of time it takes her to walk to school would put her at t least 8:04. And she hasn’t even finished getting dressed yet.

She goes back to the task at hand. Looking between a brand new pink blouse and her favorite, lucky green plaid shirt. Veronica says it’s about time she retires the shirt, but she doesn’t have the heart.

As if the brunette could hear her thoughts, her phone buzzes next to where it’s placed by her shirts on the bed. She picks up it up and laughs at the text on her lock screen.

Veronica: I’m down your street! I hope you’re wearing something cute. (AKA: don’t wear that Lucky Charms shirt)

Betty just shakes her head as she sends back a wink. She’s grateful that Veronica thought about her and was probably aware that Betty would be running late today so she decides to listen to her best friend’s wishes as she slips on the pink blouse and hangs her plaid shirt back in the closet.

She swings her backpack around her shoulders as she hops down the stairs two at a time. Her mother is waiting at the bottom of them, glaring at her watch as if time itself might stop for her. As she hears Betty’s footsteps, she looks up and lets out a sigh of relief.

“It’s about time! Do you want me to give you a ride to school?” Her mom asks as she hands Betty a $10 bill for lunch.

She shakes her head as she grabs the bill and tucks it into the back of her jeans. “No, Veronica’s picking me up.”

Her mom nods in satisfaction as she pulls her keys out of her purse and makes her way to the front door with Betty following along silently.

“Remember to make smart decisions. It’s your junior year, one year closer to graduation. This time is very critical, Betty.”

Betty just nods along even though her mom can’t see her. She’s well aware what year it is and just how serious it is for her future. She’s just a bit tired of being reminded of it.

As soon as they get outside, Betty sees Veronica waving from her brand new, black Mercedes. It had been an early birthday present from her father. Veronica was always getting presents from her father, especially when he did something wrong that upset her, but she definitely wasn’t complaining about this one.

Her mom waves back before turning her attention back to Betty.

“And remember, have fun.” Her mom gives her such a sincere and warm smile that Betty doesn’t hesitate to return it. Her mom might be a bit hard, but she’s only ever wanted the best for her daughter and Betty can appreciate it.

“I will, mom. I’ll see you later.” With a parting hug, she then waves her mother off before getting into Veronica’s car.

“Muffins and coffee on the console,” is what Veronica greets her with. It’s a little less friendly than a ‘hello’, but it’s a hundred times better. Betty happily grabs the coffee and sips at it slowly. “You look cute.”

She smiles into the coffee. “It was a hard decision on what to wear. My Lucky Charms shirt was a close second.” Veronica loudly groans at her words and Betty can’t help but laugh.

“One day you’ll get rid of that horrid shirt.” Veronica says it with disgust, but Betty knows that no matter how much her best friend might make fun of the shirt, that she understands why it means so much to Betty.

It had been a gift from her older sister, Polly, back when Betty was just an eighth grader. Growing up, Polly had been Betty’s idol; there was no wrong that her sister could do in her eyes. They were two peas in a pod even though Polly was almost four years older than her. However, even though she couldn’t do wrong in Betty’s eyes, the same didn’t go for her parents.

Polly, though the good student she was, had a bit of a streak. She never got into any real trouble, but the small amount that she did was enough to extract many harsh fights with their parents. It hadn’t been a very hard or surprising decision when Polly had decided to go across the country for college, far away from their mom and dad and Betty.

Even though she had been crushed, Betty understood why Polly wanted to get away and she respected it even though she missed her sister so bad sometimes that it physically hurt.

“My father’s out of town again,” Veronica says with a slight edge to her voice.

“Oh?”

“Paris this time. Says he’ll back next week, but…”

Betty just nods. Veronica’s dad is some huge business tycoon and it means that he’s often out of town and although she tries to seem like it doesn’t bother her, Veronica’s opened up to Betty multiple times about how it feels like his work is more important than his family. Betty’s not too sure how that feels. Despite their rocky relationship, her family is a very close one and her parents have always made sure that she knew she was loved.

“My mom’s been acting really strange lately too,” Veronica adds on. “When my dad’s around it’s like she’s a completely different person. She tries so hard to be some kind of perfect image of what she thinks a wife should be or something. It’s like she isn’t even the same person.”

“And when he’s not there?”

“She’s completely normal.”

“I’m sorry, V,” Betty whispers and she really is. Veronica’s always had an odd home life and Betty wishes that she didn’t. Veronica was one of those people that really deserved all the best things in life. It was why more often than not, that Veronica often found herself at the Cooper residence instead of her lavish home.

Veronica just shrugs in the dismissive way that means she’s used to all this and that’s what makes Betty feel even worse.

They sit the rest of the way in silence, both taking bites out of their muffins and sipping at coffee that’s a little too hot. As soon as they get to Riverdale High, Betty feels that sense of comfort that she always does on the first day of school.

Riverdale High is a place of familiarity for her. It’s a place that she honestly loves. Veronica parks the car and the two get out together as they make their way up the stairs to the entrance of their school.

“Betty! Ronnie!” Both girls turn around as they see the final member of their trio.

Archie Andrews comes jogging up to them, trademark letterman on with his dazzling bright smile as an accessory. Betty smiles and she can almost feel the way that Veronica’s heavy feelings float away. If there were ever two people who belonged together, it was Archie Andrews and Veronica Lodge. Everyone knew it, everyone except for Archie and Veronica. They swore up and down that they were just friends, but Betty saw the way they looked at each other. It was a way that she had wished for so long that Archie would look at her. That seemed so long ago though and even though it had been a bit hard at first, she was able to let that dream go and move on.

“Hey, Arch,” she greets.

“Feels good to be back, doesn’t it?” He asks as he flings an arm around Veronica’s shoulders.

“As much as I loved summer, I can’t help but think that this year is going to be epic,” Betty agrees with a smile. Veronica, however, doesn’t share their excitement as she lets out a groan.

“God, what is with you two? Who actually wants to be at school? This place is an actual hellhole.”

Archie just snorts and Betty shakes her head.

“Come on, Ronnie,” Archie says as he gives her a little shake, earning him a glare, “think of how fun it’s going to be! You’re a River Vixen this year. You get to go to all the games with me and cheer me on and see me win.”

“Gee, Arch, I’m glad I can be here for your personal gloating moments.”

“I’ll score all my touchdowns for you. You can see that.”

Betty gives him a pointed look that has his cheeks going red and even Veronica looks a bit flushed. She would laugh at their complete oblivion, if it weren’t so painful to watch after all these years.

Thankfully they’re saved by Kevin Keller, who comes rushing over to them like he has the juiciest gossip in the world.

“Oh, my god guys, guess who’s back.” None of them have time to even guess before he’s telling them anyways. “Cheryl and Jason Blossom.”

Betty’s eyes widen as she shares a look with Archie and Veronica who look just as shocked as her.

“You’re sure?” Archie asks.

“How do you know?” Veronica questions.

“I just saw them talking with Principal Weatherbee and I overheard my dad talking to one of his deputies about their parents saying they want them to finish their last year here.”

Cheryl and Jason Blossom being back in Riverdale isn’t exactly a terrible thing, but it’s not anything that Betty and her friends are totally happy over.

Despite the fact that she’s a year older than them, Cheryl had always kind of been a thorn in their side and often played as their frenemy, that was up until her and her hot but equally just as evil twin, Jason, got shipped off to some boarding school for unknown reasons.

“Well, I think you were right when you said this year would be epic,” Archie says to Betty.

“Yeah,” Veronica agrees. “An epic mess.”

Before anyone can say anything else, the warning bell rings alarming them they have five minutes to get to their classes. They all say goodbye and promise to meet up at lunch.

Betty wishes she had more coffee.

The school day passes by pretty quickly and Betty’s glad to find that she has quite a few classes with her friends and none with either Blossom twin.

Her luck doesn’t last though.

As she enters the gym with Veronica for River Vixen practice, she’s both completely and not at all surprised to see Cheryl Blossom standing front and center in the room, addressing the group of girls who look at her like she’s a godsend.

Cheryl’s attention is turned to them as the gym door closes loudly and Betty sends Veronica a glare for slamming it and bringing the extra attention on them.

“Well, well, well,” Cheryl’s voice sings out through the gym as Betty and Veronica near her. “I’d heard rumors that little Cooper had joined my River Vixens, but I didn’t’ believe it.”

“They’re not yours anymore,” Veronica says with her signature sass.

“Au contraire, my darling Veronica, I think you’ll find that they are” Cheryl gives them a smile that is was too sweet to be sincere. “See, I’m back now and that means that things can go back to the way they’re supposed to be; the way they’re meant to be.”

Betty clenches her fists and she notices the way Veronica’s entire demeanor changes. Cheryl might be somewhat of a friend to them, but she could be real nasty when she felt like someone was getting in her way. It seemed like her time away had only added to that.

“Now please stop wasting time and get into place, which for the both go you is in the back since you decided to be late.”

They’re hardly late, but they both decide that it’s far easier to just listen to Cheryl than to try and argue with her.

“Okay girls, let me show you a routine I learned while I was in England.”

Betty and Veronica share a look of annoyance as Cheryl plays some upbeat club remix of a pop song.

Epic mess indeed.

“I mean, he’s gone for over a year and he comes back and it’s like nothing changed! Coach is right back to kissing his ass!”

“Same with Cheryl. You should have seen her at cheer practice today. She was a total diva over everything.”

Archie, Betty, Kevin, and Veronica all sit together in a booth at Pop Tate’s, milkshake and fries in front of them as they discuss their day.

“I worked my ass off all summer so I could make starting lineup and then Jason comes back and now I’m back on the sidelines.”

“That’s not fair, Archie,” Betty consoles. “Maybe you should talk to Weatherbee about it.”

“Like he’ll do anything,” Kevin speaks up. “The day that a Blossom gets told no is the day the world ends.”

It’s unfair and it isn’t right, but it’s true. The Blossoms practically run Riverdale no matter how much Betty wishes they didn’t.

“Cheryl placed Betty at the bottom of the pyramid today even though she was at the top last year and she had me sit out to observe because apparently I don’t know anything about dancing.” Veronica sips angrily at her milkshake and the sight would be funny if they all weren’t in such rotten moods.

“Wanna head out?” Archie says. “I told my dad I’d be home to help him fix some cabinet in the kitchen.”

“Yeah,” Veronica says as she places a couple of bills on the table. “I need to go help my mom clean. She acts like my dad is going to have someone pop in at any time to make sure that she’s doing all her wifely duties or something.”

They all get up and go to pay before wishing Pop goodnight as they walk outside. However, as soon as they step outside, they stop in their tracks.

A group of people clad in leather are sitting outside of the diner, perched on either pristine or beat up motorcycles. Immediately they know who they are.

Southside Serpents.

Every town has their own Southside Serpents; that group of people who are no good and you’re warned to stay away from them the moment you’re able to walk.

“Keep your heads down,” Veronica says with a snort. She’s stood up to the gang a few times, mainly when they’re being loud jerks at community things, but Betty doesn’t share the same indifference. The Serpents genuinely scare her and leave her with chills.

The group all make their way to Veronica’s car and it’s just her luck that one of the gang members has his bike parked right next to the passenger’s side where Betty sits.

There’s a boy with black hair sitting on the bike wearing a pair of sunglasses. She can’t see his eyes because of the glasses but even if she could she was sure that she wouldn’t recognize him.

She gives her friends a look, silently asking what she should do, but they all just stare at her with wide eyes.

“Um,” she says quietly as she nears the boy. He doesn’t even acknowledge her as he laughs at something an older man tells him. The lack of respect annoys Betty, because she’s close enough to him that she knows he heard her. This makes her fear fall away and anger replaces it.

“You’re in my way,” she snaps a bit louder and this time everyone hears it. The man that was talking to the boy turns his attention to Betty, a look of amusement on it, but she pays him no mind.

Motorcycle boy doesn’t even look at her and before she’s even aware of what she’s doing, she shoves his shoulder. “Can’t you hear? Obviously you can if you were just laughing like an idiot with your thug friends.”

“Betty!” Veronica hisses out.

“Should I call my dad?” Kevin whispers to someone, but Betty barely hears them.

The boy finally turns his head slowly towards Betty’s direction. For reasons unknown, she doesn’t feel fear as he fixes his attention on her. Maybe it’s because the sunglasses cover his eyes so she can’t see the way he’s looking at her although she’s pretty sure it isn’t nice.

“You need something, little one?”

The nickname makes her blood boil. She absolutely hates when people treat her like she’s a kid.

“Yeah. Could you please move your bike so I can leave?” Never let it be said that even in anger, Betty Cooper is nothing but polite.

Motorcycle boy looks at the Mercedes before turning his attention back to her.

“What’s in it for me?”

Betty looks at him blankly. Is he being serious? There’s no way he’s being serious.

“Look, I’ve had a bad day, okay? I don’t need this right now.” The response earns laughter from the group in front of her and she feels her cheeks start to heat up.

“Aw, did the poor little rich girl have to endure a day with no one to wait on her hand and foot? How tragic.” It’s a different boy with blonde hair that speaks up and the teasing makes Betty’s eyes start to burn.

She keeps her eyes locked on the dark haired boy in front of her, though and he seems to do the same. He pauses for a few seconds before straddling his bike and starting it up. Betty feels relief as he peels out away from her but it’s short lived.

She watches as he circles Veronica’s car and then makes his way right to where he was before. Betty gasps and Veronica yells out for her to watch out. The black motorcycle comes right to her and she jumps out of the way, though it’s pointless because at the last moment, the guy decides to turn.

“What the hell!” Veronica yells out as the gang laughs at their reaction. “You could have hit her, you dick!”

The motorcycle comes to a stop and the boy just looks at them with a smirk.

“I wouldn’t have hit her,” he says sweetly and Betty’s stomach clenches, causing her to feel uneasy.

“Let’s just go,” she begs Veronica who nods before unlocking the car and getting inside.

“Are you okay, Betty? Do you want us to call Kevin’s dad? That was really dangerous. He could get in a lot of trouble for that.”

Betty just shakes her head at Archie’s question.

“Let’s just go home.”

Veronica happily peels out of the parking lot and before they exit it, Betty looks out through the rearview mirror. His sunglasses are still on, but for some reason she feels like the boy with black hair hasn’t taken his eyes off of her.

Epic mess indeed.

A/N: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10973478 Here’s the link to where you can find the fic on AO3! Hope you guys enjoy it. :) </b>

#riverdale #bughead #bughead fanfiction #into the black fanfic

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its-just-like-the-movies · 6 years

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Conviction (10, C+)

Why this film?: Because even people who weren’t psyched by Rockwell steamrolling the televised awards spoke fondly of this performance, and since I trusted those people, this seemed like the place to go.

The film: Conviction is the kind of film that makes you root for it, makes you want to root for it, even as you can’t help noticing its flaws. For sure, the story of Betty Anne Waters spending sixteen years to almost single-handedly prove that her brother did not commit the first-degree murder of a neighbor is the kind of Herculean feat that deserves to be lauded. But, like headlines about kids making thousands of dollars to fund medical procedures or funerals for family members, it’s the kind of that invites loads of critique about the of the systems in place that would force such a massive effort on the parts of the people being celebrated. Director Tony Goldwyn is admirably in step with Betty Anne’s point of view, but to the degree that he doesn’t, perhaps can’t ever suggest that Kenny might be guilty and Betty is spending these years working to seal his fate rather than exonerate him. Nor does he step away far enough to interrogate a police force and legal system that would have allowed this mistake to happen, even skimping over the scene of Betty Anne confronting the officer who was responsible for framing her brother. The limited scope doesn’t hold up if you think about it for too long once it ends, or even during several sequences, but within those limitations Conviction is utterly compelling. If Goldwyn can be criticized for barely seeing a world outside his lead character’s head, he’s just as responsible for creating an environment that allows all of his actors to contribute sharp and specific characterizations that feel connected to the material. Conviction’s flaws and its assets point to a startling amount of sincerity towards doing this story justice instead of coming across solely as awards bait, and though it flirts heavily with being an acting showcase and an Erin Brockovich knock-off, it still emerges in its own, minor-key and palpably incomplete way as a tribute to one woman’s endless determination and a sibling bond that few people could ever dream of boasting.

In fact, the push-pull between Conviction’s best and worst elements is arguably it’s greatest source of tension. Because Goldwyn draws more momentum out of when Betty Anne will inevitably free her brother as opposed to if she will, and because that when is framed so optimistically, the long term narrative is never very suspenseful. The movies lives or dies on a scene-by-scene basis, and what’s surprising is that Conviction stays at about the same level of quality its entire run time. It lacks the palpable ups and downs that make The Black Dahlia such a vexing and hypnotic experience, instead operating on a slightly higher average and tinier but no less affecting changes in quality. The actors consistently elevate the script even as the questions the film isn’t asking keep poking through the seams, disrupting our viewing experience to make us wish the film was a little tougher.

So what questions are the film avoiding? For one, it absolutely refuses to consider the idea that Kenny might have actually killed Katharina Bow. Betty Anne is admirably unwavering in believing that her brother is innocent, but the film is too caught up in her head to even suggest that he might be guilty. Sam Rockwell’s performance is the only source of tension in this regard, playing scenes in court and in jail that could plausibly be prescribed to either a murderer who doesn’t want to shatter his sister’s hopes or a wronged man moved and saddened by the lengths his sister is going to free him. It’s enough for us to pause in the few scenes anyone pushes against Betty Anne’s tunnel vision, opening the possibility he might be guilty even if the film never really pretends that that’s possible. The idea that she can overcome such insurmountable odds is challenged more often than his guilt, but again, it’s never really in doubt that she will eventually emerge triumphant no matter how long it takes or how strong her opponents are.

The other big gap in Conviction’s portrayal of the case is a surprising lack of interrogation into the systems that falsely imprisoned Kenny and forced Betty Anne to take on a byzantine legal system with virtually no help from any originally involved in the case, and a lack of perspective on what prison life is like for Kenny. The film is mercifully devoid of a bad apple narrative surrounding the officer who framed Kenny for murder, focusing its attention on dismantling the false evidence and speaking with the witness threatened into testifying for the prosecution. But while the sequences allowing the two witnesses - Kenny’s wife and a mistress he had around the time of the murder - to release their own pain and cooperate as they see fit are affecting and contribute fully to the narrative, they never quite shake the feeling that Conviction should be focusing more of its attention at Officer Nancy Taylor instead of evoking her as an offscreen menace. Betty Anne confronts her only once in the present, after learning that Taylor had fabricated DNA evidence against her brother, and the scene is too short to function as anything except a rejoinder from a genuinely unreliable source trying to convince Betty Anne that she has wasted her life. There is no interrogation of this woman’s action beyond her own belief that Kenny is guilty, and no other officers involved in the case are given a voice despite both witnesses saying that Taylor had a deputy present when she threatened them. It’s one thing for a film to be bashfully unwilling to confront the forces that have altered its protagonist’s lives forever, and it’s another to keep the impact of that change on the most impacted character to such a peripheral degree. Aside from an early attempted suicide and a new way of trimming his hair, Kenny’s stay in prison almost seems to be in limbo, a princess in a tower whose time there isn’t illustrated. Crown Heights, another film that’s even more weirdly unwilling to indict the police for framing the wrong man - even going so far to ignore as to underplay the racial dynamics of the case - at least shows what almost twenty years in prison did to Colin Warner. Kenny Waters gets none of this consideration, instead treated as a constant that Betty Anne must strive to reunite with.

By underplaying the severity of all potential obstacles, the film occasionally has trouble getting across the enormity of Betty Anne’s actions and the siblings’ devotion to each other. The film goes to great lengths to capture the strength of Betty Anne and Kenny’s bonds to each other, as do Hilary Swank and Sam Rockwell in rendering their relationship, but Conviction spends too much time treating her plan of attack as something any sibling would do that the moments when it underscores that this isn’t the case come off as discordant, as if the film itself isn’t entirely aware of how much Betty Anne has sacrificed for her brother regardless of whether she’s doing the right thing. Again, this is mainly symptomatic of Goldwyn attaining his vision so fully to his protagonist’s perspective, but it’s still strange to see her campaign treated mostly as durrigur. A late-film scene where her sons eventually decide that they would do for each other what their mother did for Kenny winds up playing as truncated because the film has so little distance from its heroine. Especially after the youngest and most sympathetic son describes going to such actions as “throwing my life away” for his brother, a slip of the tongue that isn’t negatively framed in and of itself, but the look of concern on Betty Anne’s face is upsetting from a perspective of viewer sympathy and frankly underexplored after she asks her son if he really thinks she threw her life away before quickly accepting him saying he didn’t mean it. In the almost two decades it took for Betty Anne Waters to get a law degree and free her brother from prison she got a divorce, seemingly lost primary custody of her children, and suffered academic and professional setbacks, yet it’s almost hard to recall the scant amount of attention these storylines received compared to Betty’s work to becoming a lawyer and her investigation into Kenny’s case. Conviction itself seems as unmoored as Betty Anne does by her son’s remarks, so impressed and in awe of her that the film is completely terrified to consider the sacrifices she’s made. The omission of Kenny’s death roughly six months after being exonerated, dying from complications after hitting his head from a great fall further illustrates Conviction’s unwillingness to poke into the darker elements of its own narrative.

Still, for all that Conviction fails or refuses to see in the story it’s telling, it does an impressive job within the boundaries it’s imposed on itself. If the compliment sounds too backhanded to be sincere, it’s worth stressing what a watchable and impressive film Conviction is, building power as it progresses. Goldwyn’s style doesn’t impose a lot of visuals to latch on to, but he’s able to tell the story with a simplicity and economy that suits its characters and setting just fine, fully earning the optimism and belief that everything will work out in the end it shares with Betty Anne. There’s also an impressive grip on the passage of time, conveying the wear and tear of sixteen years as it skips over huge chunks of time with little fanfare. Early hopscotching between Betty in law school, Kenny’s trial, and the two as children aren’t as well-coordinated as they might be, but once the film stays in the present it’s able to move forward at a healthy clip, covering a lot of ground in short scenes with strong connective tissue to each other. If the film never really commits to the idea that Kenny is guilty, it still proves itself a remarkable character study of an unbreakable sibling bond that never wavers even in its darkest moments.

Best of all is that Goldwyn has fostered an incredibly hospitable environment for his actors, creating room for two truly great performances and allowing the whole cast to play and sustain multiple emotional beats in their scenes while carving out full and consistent characterizations. Hilary Swank and Sam Rockwell are completely convincing as brother and sister, conveying decades of history together and making clear what’s special about their relationship that would inspire her to go to the lengths that she does. The evocation of The Black Dahlia earlier on only serves to highlight how fully Swank has clicked into the role, wearing Betty Anne’s stubbornness and kindness and lapses in self-determination so easily without ever getting the sense that she’s begging for the audience for sympathy. You almost wonder if her performance would play even better if the film was more distanced from Betty Anne’s headspace, giving itself and us enough distance to grasp how much she is and isn’t considering about Kenny’s chances of being freed and her own odds of success. Rockwell is able to complicate our sense of Kenny without betraying his sister’s crusade or Conviction as a whole, and his absolute joy upon being exonerated is even more affecting for the purity of his emotion. He’s charismatic and likeable, wearing his more repellent traits with the same casual appeal as his affection for his sister and his family. Their bond is the heart of the movie, and it’s in their scenes that film achieves its loveliest and saddest moments. Bailee Madison and Tobias Campbell are equally impressive in the film’s flashbacks to their childhood, evoking the same kind of love, friendship, and co-dependence amidst harsh circumstances that Desreta Jackson and Akousa Busia achieved in the introductory scenes of The Color Purple. Elsewhere Minnie Driver, Juliette Lewis, Peter Gallagher, Ari Graynor, Melissa Leo, Clea Duvall, and Karen Young all contribute memorable performances orbiting Swank’s, making the film all the more specific and alive for the textures they bring. It’s because of the performers that Conviction is so engaging, making the stakes palpable without violating Goldwyn’s vision of how he wants to tell this story.

So yes, Conviction is the kind of lightweight film that doesn’t hold up powerfully to much pressure. One wonders if this is the kind of story that benefits much from being lightweight at all, or if it should look farther than its heroine’s nose. But within those sharply limited objectives Conviction winds up telling a powerful story about one woman’s determination to prove her brother innocent and celebrates the inherent goodness of that action, finding room to give all of its characters a perspective on what’s happening and allowing its actors to contribute fully to the script. It’s perhaps the very best version of a story that speaks as much to what it isn’t saying as what it is, disposable in some ways but valuable in others, and incredibly easy to root for. One hopes it eventually builds up a good life for itself on TNT, somewhere that it can be watched and rooted for without asking too much of your attention, although it’ll hopefully earn it. It’s got two great performances, a terrific ensemble, and the kind of little guy against the system victory that deserves to be recognized. Sure it could be deeper, but what’s not to like?

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21 Tips for Being a Master Socialite

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I’m going to share some of the methods and a few easy tricks for increasing your social proof and mystery quotient. Including how to remember people’s names, how to turn cockiness into charisma, 4 easy tips that makes you seem much more genuine, how to talk about what you do, how to make a very memorable impression when meeting women, how to get invited and how to get on guest list.

Get invited

Being invited to swanky parties and events is easier in this day of age now than ever before, go on Facebook or LinkedIn and join the groups in our city related to the following.

Entertainment

Nightlife

Entrepreneurship

Professional Networking

Initially you may have to pay the minimal cover charge, consider this an investment in your social proof. As you get to know the organizers better they will hook you up. Initially you may not know anyone at the events, this is ok, go anyway bring a friend if you have someone who will go with you.

Get on guest list

Guest list is primarily a tool that event marketers use to get people in the door. Shot the event marketer a text message, email or social media message asking…

Who do I need to sweet talk to get on guest list?

Obviously its them and in my experience the vast majority of the time they are happy to hook you up. Ask for at least a +4 on guest list. That way you can invite you friends (who don’t know the way this system works) and tell them to drop your name at the door. This is another great way of increasing social proof.

There are instances when a guest list is not a marketing tool and when the door cover is major revenue center for the event organizers. In these cases you should just pay the cover to show your support for the event or contact the event organizer about getting involved, more on this below.

Be involved with the event, marginally

Being the primary coordinator of an event or party is a pain in the ass & takes a lot of work. Instead look for events or parties that you can get involved in marginally as a sponsor of some sort, host or affiliate promoter. Being involved immediately gives you higher authority at the event. When people ask about your involvement insist that you are no one important, even though it’s obvious that you are. This makes you come across as very personable and genuine.

Know the owner

Knowing the owner of the venue immediately drastically increases your social proof. In my experience most venue owners are easy to meet and establish a friendly rapport with, here’s a very easy way to do it.

When you get good service at a bar or venue (If you are a socialite you should be going to frequenting venues that provide excellent service) ask to see the owner. When the owner comes over let them know that you experienced great service and will be coming back. Then make sure you give the owner your business card. Tell the owner you will be writing them a good review on Yelp.com or Google local, this is golden to the ears of a venue owner. They will be tripping over themselves next time you arrive at their venue to give you great service & drinks on the house.

For even more social proof introduce people to the owner, this makes them feel really special.

Drink Patron Red bull

This cocktail of potent premium liquid is very unique and makes you come across as unique and slightly adventuresome. It also gives you economic proof because everyone knows it’s not a cheap drink.

Turn your cockiness into charisma

Act slightly aloof but at the same time show a lot of interest in other people. The world is full of boring people with over inflated egos, if you are also friendly you come across as one of those rare people who actually deserve to be a little cocky. A master socialite is magnanimous, meaning that people are drawn to them because they make them feel great. The next 4 tips will explain how to do this.

Remember people’s names

The vast majority of people are terrible at this, remembering people’s names can do wonders for you in the social scene. There’s a simple memory-association method that makes it a breeze

When you meet people try to visualize something physical that sounds like their name does, go with the 1st thing that comes to mind, no matter how ridiculous… Now visualize that thing on the most prominent part of their face or physique. Here’s an table that breaks this down.

Name: Chris

Sounds Like: Christ visualizea cross

Visualization: Visualize a cross on Chris’s large nose

Name: Betty

Sounds Like: a beet

Visualization: Visualize a beet on betty’s fat checks

Name: Alex

Sounds Like: a-lex visualizea Lexus

Visualization: Visualize a Lexus logo on Alex’s large adams apple

Name: Richard

Sounds Like: Richard the Lionheart the crusader

Visualization: Visualize Richard as a crusader

Initially you will not be very good at this but if you make it point to try it on everyone you meet after a while it will become completely second nature to you and everyone will be very impressed with your seemingly effortless ability to remember names.

Tip: After you do the visualization technique make sure to use their name at least twice in the first 5 minutes of conversation. This further helps you to remember their name and also makes you seem much more genuine.

Learn how people know each other

When it’s obvious that people are friends, ask how they know each other. Here’s my favorite line

‘How do you know this character’

The knowledge about how people are connected will frequently be useful to you later on as well.

‘Tell me something interesting about yourself’

This is a golden line, everyone (worth talking too) has those interesting things about themselves that they don’t get to share nearly as much as they would like to. I’ve found this information is also very useful later.

Compliment people publicly

As you notice praiseworthy or interesting qualities of your friends and acquaintances wait until you are in a public setting in front of other people to compliment them. This makes you seem magnanimous and gives you that rare quality of charisma.

Kiss women’s hands

When you meet a friendly, single woman, in a slightly less than professional setting do this.

As you shake her hand and cup you other hand over hers.

Then lift her hand up and kiss the back of her hand.

Make sure your lips are slightly and look into her eyes as you kiss her hand

Very bondesque, very few men are confident enough to do this.

Give everyone a business card

After you meet anyone hand them a business card, this makes it clear that you are at least important enough to have a business card and it also sets you up as the dominant one in the conversation. I use this simple line ‘Here’s my card, I give people cards. I’ll trade you if you got one!‘. Sometimes giving someone a card can turn a boring conversation into a lead generation opportunity when they learn what you do.

Invitation Etiquette

Whether it’s a phone call, a text message, an email or social media message only directly invite people once to a party. After that make sure that their friends (your mutual friends) are inviting them. The philosophy behind this comes from marketing 101, the more times and different media that people hear about your party through the more likely they are to come.

Look good…

The reality is that we live in a world where people make a lot of judgments about you based upon the way you look, this is especially true in the socialite scene.

Gents – Wear a suit, yeah I know suits aren’t terribly comfortable but a suit makes a loud clear statement, I do things important enough in life that I wear a suit. Unless it’s a really swanky function I do not recommend a tie though. I recommend leaving the top bottom on the suit undone, women find this look very sexy. I recommend buying your suits at Express for Men where they run around $300, I bought a suit about 4 years ago at there. I’m amazed at the amount of compliments I get on it after all the drinks that have been spilled on it and all the adventures it’s been through over time.

Ladies – I’d recommend a cocktail dress, there is truly no better way to strike the delicate balance between sexy and classy than with a cocktail dress. If it’s more a business setting a lady suit is fine. Also get yourself a small purse for when you are going out. Women who are out socializing with large purses are just clumsy looking.

Talking about what you do

The mark of a master socialite is someone who can hold an engaging conversation without telling people right away what you do for work or business. The trick is to carry on the conversation and hint that you do something important or interesting without revealing exactly what you or how much money you make. This is how to increase you mystery quotient.

If it’s a flirtatious conversation, be ambiguous yet funny

What I do is incredibly interesting, I’m very good at and I’m passionate about it. If you get me started I will go all night. Let’s talk about… (something humorous, something else)

I sell dreams

Mention something related to work but then change the subject

I have a client… who does that

I read/wrote a blog/article/interview etc on that topic

If it’s a professional, networking kind of conversation you should have a well prepared elevator speech (This is a pitch of what you do that you could make in less than 60 seconds, or approximately the duration of an elevator ride). I also like the line…

I dable…

Also if you meet someone who is in your same industry, if you can pull it off in a humorous way

Q: So what do you do?

A: Well, I compete with you!

Swing dance

Swing dancing is a great way to lively up an event. If no one is dancing and you want to get the party started it’s NOT a good idea to start by bump & grinding on the dancefloor. Grab somebody and by doing a few moves. Swing dancing established you as someone who is fun, confident, classy and talented. If you don’t know how to swing dance watch this video for some ideas of fun, easy moves. Search on Youtube: Swing Dancing to learn some easy moves.

Bring gum

A lot of socialite activities (Eating, drinking, smoking) make your breath stink. So bring gum and also offer it to other people. FYI: If you buy your gum in large packs in the candy aisle of a grocery store it’s about 1/3 the cost of buying individual packs at the register or at gas station.

If you smoke…

Bum cigarettes from people. Here’s why, smoking is a very social activity and it’s an awesome ice breaker. When you bum cigarettes from a stranger use this line

Excuse me, I’m trying to start(smoking) do you mind if I bum a cigarette from you?

This is a hilarious yet slightly horrific thing to say so people will quickly forget whatever irritation they have with you for bumming their cigarettes.

IMPORTANT NOTE: Make sure you have gum and a drink after you smoke, that way you cover your nasty cigarette breath. FYI: Nonsmokers find conversations with smokers very unpleasant, especially if you are a few inches away from each other in a loud nightclub.

Propose a Toast

When you are with a group of three propose a toast to celebrate your camaraderie. The ideal time to do this is after something funny has been said or at a high energy moment in the conversation. I personally recommend proposing using the most clever cocktail toast ever (Google it).

Give interesting facts

A socialite punctuates their conversations with poignant, relevant facts. If you have a low level of interesting facts I would suggest spending a five minutes every day surfing these websites

listverse.com

Digg.com

stumbleupon.com

Use social media

I list this at the bottom because it should be obvious. Socialites are very well connected and popular on the internet. Go on Facebook and look for groups and pages in your city relating to

Entertainment

Nightlife

Entrepreneurship

Professional Networking

Join these groups and start by making friends with admin or creator of the group. Then start to make more friends with the other members. As you get more connected within this group more of its members will start friend requesting you! Repeat this process with other groups. If you are feeling especially bold start your own group/fan page & categorize under on the interest areas I have listed above. Now people will really be friend requesting you!

Source by Jonathan Roseland

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