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pacific-rimbaud · 1 year ago

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i was reading your thoughts on how fans felt about l&oha and while i concur it is a perfect piece of work in my head and have reread it 5x, i wonder if you think fans tend to be harsher/more critical of hermione and let draco slide? i see it a lot in fics where he's more of an alphahole type

Oh, man. Okay. The can is open, the worms are loose. Rant under the cut.

I'm actually going to set men aside entirely. Just. To the side with you. I desperately need more realistically complicated men, too, but that's a whole separate discussion. Right now: women.

There must be whole dissertations out there on the phenomenon of readers hating female characters with negative traits. I'm a fandom old, so I didn't grow up identifying with Hermione, and wouldn't have even if I'd been young enough to. I did that "which character are you" test just now and my top three matches were Janis Ian from Mean Girls, Jughead from Riverdale and April from Parks and Rec, which, massive grain of salt, etc. BUT gives you an idea. I am not a Hermione and never was, so she's never been a comfort character or self-insert for me. Some of my favorite fictional women are Sophie Hatter (mean, irrational, petty, old and mostly loving it), Harrowhark Nonagesimus (evil stick), Phryne Fisher (zero fucks to give). What I like about Hermione is how imperfect she is. I'm a "cleverest witch of your age I've ever met" truther (book!Lupin is absolutely saying "you're the canniest 14 year-old child I have personally met, saying this as a guy who doesn't get out much," not "you are a once-in-a-century genius"), and from my perspective, she's often wrong and often a dick, and not in a fun and fiesty burn-down-the-world BAMF way. Which. Good for her! Be human.

And that's the thing. I personally don't want Hermione to be perfect, I want her to be what I think she is, textually, which is intelligent, hardworking, loyal, competitive, compassionate, controlling, belittling, rude, petty, insecure, vindictive, volatile. She has the right to be that way, because she's human. The desire for perfected women (or unapologetically and unstoppably awful ones, another brand of female power fantasy) is not limited to Dramione fandom. I think it's amplified in DHr by many readers who DO identify as former gifted children, books-as-coping-mechanism kids and Strong Female Personalities who felt marginalized in childhood and want to see Hermione have it all: she's slim, she's tiny, she's fragile as a bird, she'll break your neck, she'll step on your throat, she'll tear down the system, she'll heal all wounds, she does not need help, she holds all the knowledge, she holds all the cards, she is forever wronged, she can do no wrong, her vagina is tight, her nipples are hard, her hair is on point, her waist is tiny, her tits are bouncing, her ass is in the style of Now. And like. This isn't at all unique to DHr and Hermione. It's pervasive in fiction written by and for women. Female power fantasies are obviously feeding a massive hunger. It's just not what I personally want. Personally, I find it alienating and uncomfortable, which I know equates to, "That is wrong and shouldn't exist" to a lot of people, but that's its own tale as old as time.

There's a disconnect that happens too often where a reader wants one (1) thing from their fiction, and receives something else, even when the contents are clearly labeled on the tin. In this case, wanting a female power fantasy and encountering a woman who's written with flaws makes people upset. And maybe if we could be more honest with ourselves about what we're looking for when we read, work to accept that not everyone wants the same experience, and learn to close a book when it's not working for us and say, "No shade, this isn't for me," it would be less upsetting when we encounter a character who isn't written to meet our personal expectations. I will open a book, realize the FMC is a female power fantasy archetype and close it, because that's not what I show up for. I like my women gritty and weird and foolish and vulnerable and liable to hurt people and feel terrible about it. Give me all the exhausting chatterers and evil sticks and jocks with swords and their hearts on their sleeves (their hearts ripped out), give me shy Anne Elliot and her suitcase full of regrets and the ugly fuckup who never has a glow up, give me dirtbag stoners and Fleabag and Alicent Hightower apologetics and every role Natasha Lyon has ever played. It's not a moral high ground, it's about a preference for seeing actual, demeritus flaws on the page and on the screen. Blame that woman. It's her fault. She has so many faults. Then show me how to forgive her so I can figure out how to forgive myself.

The thing is, I love women. I love women so fucking much. I want to be around them, to get to know them, to read about them, to watch them on TV and see them in films. And personally, I like them ugly. Physically. Spiritually. Morally. Give a woman a Bad Personality and watch her succeed in the most self-injurious way possible, fuck you. Give her a gaping chest wound and line it with teeth. Stick a piece of grit in that girl's tightly sealed shell so that a pearl is her only option. Make her love other women, make her fuck it up, make her have to earn them back.

Thankfully I do feel like we're getting more ugly women in fiction, especially BIPOC, queer and marginalized women who deserve gross, weird, nasty representation and not just didactic moralism, patronization and misguided sainthood. Some readers won't want that, and that's fine. Again, personally (it's all so personal, please, please remember that when you hit that comment button), I'm here for it. If you write about women like this, know that you have a thirsty reader here. I'm swallowing them up. I'm smacking my lips. I'm smashing my mug on the cafeteria floor and calling for another.

#you asked I answered #rant #long post

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fandom-oneshots-etc · 2 years ago

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Requests are OPEN🎉

Dear All,

Requests are now OPEN! Please feel free to send in your requests. I have listed the characters that I write for below the ‘keep reading’ line. A few things to remember:

I do NOT write ships like Buddie etc. I only write Reader-Inserts.

I only write for characters mentioned in the list as well as any that have been added under the Additional Characters sections on my Masterlist.

I have not yet written SMUT fics, but I am not opposed to doing so.

I do not currently have an uploading schedule, but I will try to get any requests done ASAP.

That’s all there is to say, so feel free to request!

Thanks,

Emily xoxo

Complete Character Masterlist

9-1-1

Eddie Diaz

Evan Buckley

9-1-1 LONE STAR

Carlos Reyes

Judd Ryder

TK Strand

AVENGERS

Bucky Barnes

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

BRASSIC

Vinnie O'Neil

CASTLE

Javier Esposito

Kevin Ryan

Richard Castle

CHICAGO FIRE

Kelly Severide

Matt Casey

CHICAGO PD

Antonio Dawson

Jay Halstead

CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

Edmund Pevensie

Peter Pevensie

Prince Caspian

CRIMINAL MINDS

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

FATE THE WINX SAGA

Riven

Sky

FRIENDS

Joey Tribbiani

HARRY POTTER

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL

Troy Bolton

LETHAL WEAPON

Martin Riggs

OUTERBANKS

JJ Maybank

John B. Routledge

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

RIVERDALE

Archie Andrews

FP Jones

Jughead Jones

Reggie Mantle

Sweet Pea

RIZZOLI & ISLES

Frankie Rizzoli

SHAMELESS

Carl Gallagher

Kevin Ball

Lip Gallagher

SHERLOCK

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

SONS OF ANARCHY

Chibs Telford

Happy Lowman

Jax Teller

Juice Ortiz

Opie Winston

Tig Trager

SUPERNATURAL

Castiel

Crowley

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale

Stiles Stilinski

THE ORIGINALS

Elijah Mikaelson

Klaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

Damon Salvatore

Jeremy Gilbert

Matt Donovan

Stefan Salvatore

Tyler Lockwood

TWILIGHT

Carlisle Cullen

Edward Cullen

Emmett Cullen

Jacob Black

Jasper Hale

Paul Lahote

Seth Clearwater

YOUTUBERS

Colby Brock

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mattey-stu · 2 years ago

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THIS MASTERLIST DOESNT MATTER ANYMORE.I HAVE MADE ANOTHER ONE.PLEASE CHECK THAT ONE ON THE TOP OF MY BLOG.

MASTERLIST:

FOR DISCLAMIER: I ONLY WRITE X MALE!READER.

AND I MIGHT WRITE SHIPS TOO.

THIS WILL BE UPDATED

RIVERDALE

FP Jones

none yet

Jughead Jones

None yet

Archie Andrews

None yet

SCREAM:

Stu Macher:

Stu Macher x Billy Loomis x Male!reader headcanons Poly!Ghostface

Billy Loomis:

The confession

Stu Macher x Billy Loomis x Male!reader headcanons Poly!Ghostface

Mickey Altieri:

None yet

Randy Meeks:

None yet

Charlie Walker:

None yet

Ethan fucking Laundry Basket (Ethan Landry):

None yet

Roman Bridger:

The Soundtrack: Roman Bridger x male!reader

SLC PUNK! :

Steve 'Stevo' Levy:

The party

Her0in Bob:

None yet

SENSELESS:

Tim Laflour:

None yet

Five Nights At Freddys:

Michael Afton/Schmidt:

None yet

Steve Raglan/William Afton:

None yet

ANIMAL ROOM:

Doug Van Housen:

None yet

DIARY OF A WIMPY KID:

Rodrick Heffley:

None yet

SAW:

Adam Stanheight:

None yet

Daniel Matthews:

None yet

Mark Hoffman:

None yet

Lawrence Gordon

None yet

Peter Strahm:

None yet

INSIDIOUS:

Steven 'Specs' Fisher:

None yet

FIGHT CLUB:

-I cant put any more gifs in here so uh *insert gif* -

Tyler Durden:

None yet

The 'Jack' Narrator:

None yet

Thank you for reading!

Ill age up all the characters when im writing smut.

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darwinquark · 2 years ago

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Hi!! I love your writing! And I was wondering how you set a scene like the actual setting. I feel like my setting is always lacking and that the readers won’t understand the atmosphere i’m setting or wont know where the setting is taking place. Sorry if this makes no sense.

hey man, thank you so much, and so honored you're coming to me for writing advice 😂 tbh I also feel like I'm bad at setting a scene, so I suspect there's an element of underestimation on our parts in terms how much detail the reader's capable of filling in on their own. I tend to start a lot my scenes with a bunch of dialogue or an action/thought, which doesn't always comment on when/where something's taking place, so I definitely feel your pain - there have for sure been times where I have to actively pick a place to insert that info as organically as I can. I will say I typically only spend a sentence or so on it, and if there's anything else I want to sneak in (what time of day it is, the lighting in the room, etc), I'll just keep weaving in bits as the scene goes on so it flows better. I'm also a fan of revealing the setting kind of secondarily while making the point of the sentence something else, like an action, so I'll put some examples of what I mean under the cut:

so this is the opening of a TKOF chapter and an example of a place where I've kind of folded the setting into something more exciting:

"Jughead was toweling off his hair, fresh out of what his trailer's abysmal water pressure rendered more a drizzle than a shower, when he heard the knock on the door.

He stiffened, arm suspended over his head. His eyes flicked to the reflection of his alarm clock in the mirror.

'1:47 AM' glowed back in a foreboding red.

Betty would've called. His dad was out of town for the weekend. None of the Serpents would've knocked that primly—there'd be yells if it was urgent or jeers if it wasn't. He swapped the towel in his hand for the baseball bat propped against his dresser and maneuvered his way to the door, taking care to move in the shadows."

so by the end of that you know he's at home in his trailer, it's late at night, the atmosphere is kind of tense, and the lighting is dark, but all of that is wrapped into an action (this mysterious knock) which makes it a little more dynamic, you know? I don't know if that makes any sense, but it's basically how I avoid a block of words that exists purely to describe a setting because I'm nowhere near interesting enough of a writer to make that engaging.

as for the other kind I'm describing where you have a bunch of dialogue followed by one dedicated setting sentence and then keep fleshing out the scene as you go, I have a few examples:

"Alright, so everyone's clear on the patrol schedule for the next few days?"

"Yep."

"Got it."

"Sweet Pea?"

"What?"

"You good on the schedule?"

"Why are you singling me out?"

"You know why."

"I was late like once!"

"You were late to this meeting."

"You're such a grinch, Topaz—where's your Christmas spirit?"

"About five seconds away from getting shoved up your ass."

"I could be into that."

"Be into punctuality instead."

"Lame."

"Byrdie, you're cool with covering transport for the weekend?"

"You know it."

"Great—Slash, Fangs, any questions about Sunday?"

"Nope."

"All set, T."

"Awesome, well, that's everything I had to go over. Jones?"

Jughead blinked, chin caught in the sling of his hands, dark stare dragging up from the spot it'd been fixed on for the past five minutes. A ring of faces stared back at him, uncertain and expectant, gathered around their token table at the White Wyrm for their weekly Serpents meeting, and Toni gave a tentative tilt of her head.

so you can see it takes forever to finally tell you where this is happening, but that quick little clause is enough context for a reader to start out with. a little later:

"Alright, you heard the man—meeting adjourned, get out of my face," she announced, waving a scattering hand at everyone. "Go enjoy the holidays."

The surrounding Serpents drew to their feet in a scuffle of chairs, breaking off into easy laughter and side conversations, the whimsical anticipation of Christmas Eve glittering like magic in the air, and Jughead's gaze slid right back to the same wall it'd been affixed to earlier.

now you know it's Christmas Eve. a few paragraphs down:

"He spun his bottle slowly against the table, the silence between them scored by the boozy din of the White Wyrm—billiard balls knocking into each other, raspy 60s protest rock, the velcro laugh of pack-a-day smokers."

so just adding a little more atmosphere - you can hear the room now, know it's an older crowd. then this way later:

"I still think it's worth looking into Penny Peabody," Toni ventured as if reading his mind, her musing voice luring him back to the smoky den of the White Wyrm. She took a swig of her beer as some scuffle over a bar tab kicked up in the background."

so now you know it's rowdy in there. later on I also have another character comment that all the Christmas decorations look cozy, so all this to say that you don't have to put a giant block of text telling the reader everything you want them to see in your space - it's okay to weave it in over time.

another example of this is the very first chapter, which I re-read the other day and realized I don't really set the scene until pretty far in. it starts like this:

"Ow."

"Sorry."

A silent beat.

"Ow."

"Jughead, you need to—"

"Ow!"

Veronica drew back with a sharp sigh, stare flicking ceilingward. "You need. To hold. Still."

"You need. To back. Off," Jughead countered, meeting her gaze with a harassed one of his own. He lifted a hand to swat away the needle hovering over his face and her brows snapped up in that cool, patronizing way of hers—the one that soundlessly carried a Hepburnian, 'Oh, do I?'

After a beat, she offered a simple shrug. "Okay."

He eyed her skeptically in the fluorescent light of the diner. It was never just 'okay' with Veronica. It was 'okay' and 'but also this is why you're going to do it my way'.

only a brief, indirect mention of the diner, which seems super thin/lazy but at that point is all I think you really need as a reader to be oriented. a few sentences later:

His jaw tightened a bit, stare averting a fraction to the window behind her. The inky nightscape of the Pop's parking lot was the same color as her eyes. He glanced at a neon pink sign for milkshakes instead, annoyed.

now you know it's nighttime.

a few paragraphs later:

"Some buried imagery, maybe? Metatextual acknowledgment of the fact that it's the middle of the night and I just finished a double shift and I don't actually have to do this for you?"

now you know it's really late. then even later:

"I—sorry," he offered after a beat, glancing down at his hands. He was sitting on a bar stool with the diner bar to his back, bent knees separating her upright frame from his. The position adjusted their comically lopsided heights so that for once, they were even. "What I meant was: can you please finish stitching me up?"

so now you know exactly where they are/how they're positioned relative to each other in the room. and personally I don't think it takes anything away by waiting till a beat that felt natural to sneak that in as opposed to doing it immediately.

now when I do have a specific setting that requires a little more detailed/traditional of a description, I usually try to give it an angle, like someone's seeing it for the first time and coming to a conclusion about it and all the details they're describing further their point. this is from another fic I wrote where a character walks into a lunatic neighbor's Christmas party and is totally shocked by how cozy it is:

"To be honest, Damon had expected pretty much anything from Kai's apartment.

Shaved baby doll heads on the walls. An exotic bird emporium. Furniture made out of human bones. A framed collage of Missing Children ads. An entire room of blinking furbies. Aliens. Dinosaurs. Whatever. What he hadn't expected was to walk into a friggin' HGTV Christmas special.

The place was decked the fuck out. Garland hung all over the living room, gold and glittering, accented with large, loopy red bows. A roaring fire was burning behind a string of brightly colored stockings, casting a warm glow over all the wool throws and cozy holiday pillows. A giant tree twinkled by the snowy bay window. Mistletoe winked from the doorways. Frank Sinatra was crooning about having a merry little Christmas.

And somehow, it was a hundred times more unsettling than the shaved baby doll heads would've been."

so rather than just saying he walked in and that's what he saw, it's framed by him being totally thrown by his surroundings, which makes all the details more intentional since they are fleshing out why he's thrown, nah mean?

SO ALL OF THIS TO SAY, I'm far from an expert on any of this but if I had to try and conceptualize my process, I guess this is it? for what it's worth? again, exposition/scenery is not my strength so take this with a grain of salt 😬 thanks for asking, though!

#writing #tkof #kind of?#honestly I have like five more asks about writing tips and I'm like Y'ALL ARE ASKING THE WRONG GIRL #my process is no process #I have no idea what I'm doing #but I will try to extrapolate trends!#and am honored!#reply

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statticscribbles · 4 years ago

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Consequences

Summary: Jughead/Reader, Request: Using the song Consequences by Camila Cabello. Plot wise, maybe reader gets with him after the whole “betty doing the serpent dance” with a happier ending than the song? (minor canon divergence, to say the least)

You’re starting to walk home, but you pause when you notice Betty waiting by a rack of bikes. You’re about to approach her, ask about why she thought doing the Serpent dance had any meaning without the other trials behind her but you pause. Jughead is walking towards her. You don’t start back home, hesitating wanting to see what happens. “What is it, was it the dance?” You listen to Betty question him. Jughead nods and shrugs.

“It was everything Betty, why would you do that?” “I want to be a part of this, of your world, of the serpents.” “Then you should have done the other trails, you should have joined, not gotten up on stage in front of everyone to put on what amounted to a strip tease. The Serpent dance is done as a celebration, a congratulations for finishing the other trials, it’s not meant to be done around anyone other than the serpents, and certianly not my dad and all his friends.” Jughead snaps and Betty puts her hands on his shoulders. ‘We can figure this out together, we can-“ “No.” You cringe at how blunt he is, how he turns away, you panic for a moment, his eyes catching yours and he nods a fraction before he turns back to Betty shaking his head.

“Go back to the Northside, you’re safe there.” He speaks softly nudging her towards her mom’s car. He turns fully from her striding towards the trailer park, you fall into step with him, trying your best to not look back at Betty.

You step past his house, intent on going to yours, farther back, but his hand grips your wrist. “You think I fucked it up too right.” You turn shaking your head. “You’re right, about the trials.” You pat his shoulder awkwardly. “Betty and I, we were never going to work, she’s a Northsider, the perfect girl next door, everything Archie should have, everything Ronnie should get. I’m just trailer white trash in a gang, the stereotypical bad boy she falls for and fixes. It’s just infuriating she doesn’t see it.” “You don’t need to be fixed, it’s just both of you have different worlds you live in, you don’t need to be ‘good’ for her world, and she doesn’t need to ‘go dark’ or whatever she’s said to fit yours. If it’s meant to work it will, and so far it doesn’t seem like it will. There’s no shame in that. Better to break it off now than suffer.” He half smiles at you wiping at his eyes.

“You gonna be okay?” He nods, sighing. “Listen Y/N can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer.” “Of course.” “What do you think Betty saw in me?” You swallow shrugging. “Well I mean you’re attractive, tall, dark, handsome, mysterious.” You nod. “You spend time with her doing things she loves, which is crime solving and reporting; something you enjoy too. Plus you’re the leader of a gang, you drive a motorcycle, and the whole ‘bad boy image’ thing you have going for you probably helps.” You smiles and he huffs. “What? You asked what I thought Betty saw in you, what were you expecting?” “For there to be more substantial things than ‘I look good and do shit she likes” “Well that’s not my fault, besides I’m just saying what I see. It’s an outsider’s perspective on you’re relationship.” “Well what would you see in me?”

“Well you’re the leader of the Serpents, which I’m in so I’d climb rank, kidding, kidding, but you’re incredibly kind, despite how cold you appear, and as much as you say you’re a loner you’re loyal to your friends. You’re the leader so you’re responsible and look out for the community and your family. You stuck by your dad and helped defend him, even with everything going on with the Snake Charmer situation, it’s what you thought was best. You keep everyone in line and listen to everyone’s ideas and opinions, no mater how stupid they are, and lets face it the Serpent’s have a lot of stupid ideas.” He nods smiling at you. “Well did that boost your ego a bit then, oh wise Serpent Leader.” You smile back and he laughs.

“Wouldn’t mind a bit more if you’re up for stroking it.” You blink at him face pinking slightly as he realizes the innuendo. “Should I come in then? Or would you rather continue out here?” He shakes his head. “You should get home.” You nod back to him. “Of course, I hope I at least helped with the Betty situation?” He offers a pained smile. “There’s no situation, can’t be a situation if there’s no relationship.” You nod awkwardly and turn to make your way back to your home.

The tapping on your window wakes you up and you roll over on your bed to prop the window open sticking your head out to look at Jughead’s face. “Coming in then?” You joke as he starts to climb in. You pull back smoothing your blankets down as he sits on your bed. “More about the Betty thing then?” You question when he doesn’t respond. “Jones? You alive in there?” “Can I kiss you?’ He questions as he presses his lips you yours, you pull him in and can tell he wasn’t expecting that with how he stumbles slightly. You don’t say anything when he pulls away, leaning back towards him to return the surprise kiss he’d given you. As your lips press together you let yourself accept that you’re falling in love with Jughead Jones. ———————————————————————————–

You let him bring you to Pop’s you’d taken your Serpent jacket off and have it folded in your arms just in case, you can’t count the number of dirty looks you’d gotten from walking to school with it on. You sit next to him in the booth insisting he can order for you. You eat in mostly silence occasionally answering questions back and forth. He keeps his hand twined with yours as you split a shake.

—————————————————————— You’re draped over his lap as the rest of the Serpent’s argue over pizza. “Seriously that’s the least of our worries, can we focus on the actual issue?” He speaks and Sweet Pea narrows his eyes. “Y/N tell your boyfriend that the pizza toppings are the most important thing right now.” “Well I just pick off whatever I don’t like cause I’m not a whiny bitch.” Jughead high fives you; before pulling you in for a kiss. “Don’t make me use the whole king thing over pizza.” “You’re a shit king, you’re okay with pineapple on pizza.” “Sweets he’s okay with anything on pizza. It’s pizza.” ——————————————————————————–

You’re curled up on his couch, completely on top of him as his hand runs through your hair. You’re falling asleep and he’s talking about some idea Toni had for a better ‘team bonding’ as she put it. You’re letting his voice lull you to sleep, occasionally nodding and humming in agreement, he asks you more direct question, you’ve already forgotten as you look up and smile at him before moving slightly to kiss him slowly. “I love you.” You pull back from the kiss to return to your previous spot on top of him. You smile into his chest but freeze when he tenses, you look up nervously; his face probably as pink as yours as he realizes what you’ve said. “I love you too.” He returns and continues trying to stutter through whatever plan Toni has. —————————————————————————————-

You been about to tell him about the idea for your anniversary, but you stay quiet. He notices when your face falls but you assured him it’ll be fine. You tried your best not to react, not until you could get away. “I just think; well I want to try things with Betty again is all.” He offers you a nod and you return it, biting the inside of your cheek as you plan the best exit strategy from school. It’s easier than you think to skip school; no one bothering you, they almost expect it, a Serpent skipping, what a shock you’re sure is what everyone is thinking.

—————————————————————————————- “I want you to go check on him.” You glare at the others. “But we..” “That’s exactly why. Go.” You glower at the other Serpents but make your way to the trailer, tapping on the window. The door opens and you step into what you weren’t surprised to see. The bottles, the drinks had been cleared away, proof FP was trying to change; now all that lingered was tissues’ and a few unwashed clothes. “You look; different.” His voice is hoarse and you watch as he shoves a small avalanche of tissues away from himself so you sit down next to him. “Different?” He shrugs at your questioning.

“Tired.” He amends and you offer a wry smile, you know you’re probably paler, the circles under your eyes darker. The amount of sleep you’d been getting had been less; you’d be substituting it and meals for too much coffee. “You this upset about you and Betty breaking it off again?” You nudge his shoulder as you sit and he swallows. “We shouldn’t be together, we’re not good for each other like that.” You roll your eyes. “Relationships take work, you can’t expect everything to be wonderful all the time, you can’t keep the rose coloured glasses on forever.” “I missed the red flags cause of those glasses.” You grasp for his hand. “Red Flags? Was it that bad?” “Not like abuse, just, not good. We worked together so well when its life or death; but she’s wary of the Serpent’s; she doesn’t like the violent aspect of the gang unless it suits her needs.”

“Jughead, that’s everyone outside of the gang. That’s pretty much everyone in general. You wouldn’t like it if Betty was violent outside of protecting someone, hell if any of us, the Serpent’s hurt someone for the hell of it you’d be pissed.” “But it’s not the same.” “How?” You arch your eyebrows. “If it’s not for her, she doesn’t like it. And I don’t mean the violence; she seems bothered by me. When I try to be a leader she-“ He cuts himself off shrugging. “She wants the name that comes with you being Serpent King but not the work?”

“No she just, she doesn’t understand; she didn’t grow up like me, like us.” He shrugs again and you smile sadly. “Relationships are hard, I came by cause the rest of them are worried, said you haven’t been out of the house besides school, you barely talk to any of them either. What’s going on? They’re about two hours away from staging an intervention and locking Betty and you in a closet to talk.” “It’s uh, not about Betty.” “Is it about the Serpent’s themselves?” “Do you remember when we went on our first date? Out to Pop’s?” “Yes why?” “Can we do that again?” “Date? Or go to Pop’s?” “Both.” You frown at him.

“You’re not just bummed cause Betty dumped you are you?” “I dumped her, like last time.” You furrow your brow. “Jugs listen, I, I can’t do that again.” His face falls and you swallow shaking slightly. “This is so stupid.” You shake your head sighing. “When you told me you wanted to try things with Betty again, I was going to tell you I was planning a sort of party, mostly the serpent’s just everyone spending time together, all of your favourite foods. I made a cake even.” You laugh bitterly.

“I can’t let you put me through that again. After you dumped me, I didn’t leave my room for two days. Fangs had to drag me out. Like physically carry me. You, you really hurt me Jughead. I love you, that’s never changed but I don’t know if I want to risk that hurt again.” You sniffle and wipe your eyes annoyed at yourself for crying. He pulls your hands toward his. “Y/N, I never wanted to do that, I swear.”

“You still did it.” He nods you can tell he’s about to cry again, or maybe he already was but he rests his forehead against yours and smiles sadly. “I’m so sorry for hurting you, let me prove to you I’ll never do it again, please?” You stare at him for a moment, pulling back still silent, you glance to the clock and chew your lip. “Well I guess it’s a good thing Pop’s is open twenty-four hours then isn’t it?”

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heytherejulietx · 5 years ago

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For the writing prompts could you do 16 and 17 with jughead and make it fluff? I love your writing by the way!!!!😁😁

Rain ~ Jughead Jones

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Notes - This one was SO FUN to write! Thank you so much for requesting it! And thank you love, I really hope you enjoyed this one too. ❤️

Warnings - None.

Word count - 1.6k.

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“You’re freezing!”

“Come here.”

Y/N hated the rain. She could never understand people who liked it. Rain was just more of a nuisance. It seeped into your shoes and got your socks wet, it dripped past the collar of shirts so cold water was dripping down your back, and it was always so extremely cold.

As if the universe was out to spite her, Y/N always happened to be out in the rain. Her parents didn't drive, so she had to walk everywhere. Ending in her often getting caught out in the rain if she had to be somewhere.

On a cold Saturday afternoon, when most people were huddled inside out of the torrential rain that was pouring over Riverdale, Y/N found herself walking through the town on her way back from lunch at Pop's. If she'd had known at the time how bad the weather would be that afternoon, she'd have eaten at home. But the morning had actually been pretty sunny, so of course she hadn't thought twice about it.

Another product of her thinking that it was going to be a nice day weather wise meant she didn't have a coat, or a jacket, or literally anything that would protect her from the rain. Just a jumper that wasn't very waterproof at all, and a pair of jeans. The rain had seeped through her clothes to the point where it felt like she was in a freezer due to the wet and cold. She couldn't feel the ends of her fingers, the digits looking way too pale than normal. And to make it worse, the water had managed to get into her shoes to wet her socks, too.

By the time she'd reached Elm street, she'd started shaking from the cold. Her house was still pretty far away, and honestly she'd probably just freeze to death if she went much further - or that's what it felt like, anyways. So she couldn't help her gaze wander down the street to land on the Cooper-Jones residence. Both Betty and Jughead were best friends of hers, so no matter who was home, she was hoping she'd be let in.

One hand lifted to run through her dripping wet hair as her other lifted to ring the doorbell a few times, then bang on the door a little for good measure. Clearly she was impatient.

Jughead had been the one to open the door. He took one glance at her drenched and shaking appearance before his eyebrows furrowed and he gently pulled her inside by her forearm.

"You look terrible." He observed, causing her to roll her eyes.

"Thanks, nice to see you too." Y/N responded sarcastically, still shaking a little as she hugged her damp jumper a little closer to her body. "Um, is it okay if I camp out here for a little? My house is still a bit away, and I'm gonna get hypothermia if I walk the rest of the way."

"Yeah, no problem." Jughead nodded, walking a little further into the house as he spoke, Y/N trailing a little behind him. "Do you want anything to eat or something?"

"No that's okay." She shook her head a little with a small smile, crossing her arms as the shaking continued.

That time when Jughead turned around to face her, he noticed the small quivers across her body and frowned. His hand reached out to touch one of hers, frowning in concern when his warm fingers met her icicle-like ones. "You're freezing!"

"Really? I didn't notice." Y/N shot back sarcastically, just meeting Jughead's unamused gaze.

"Do you want to go and change into something else? I've probably got something that'll fit you, it might just be a little big." Jughead offered with a small smile.

"If you don't mind." Y/N smiled, watching as Jughead just shook his head.

"No problem, I'll just grab you something." The boy gently touched her upper arm before disappearing upstairs, leaving her stood in the lounge.

Y/N noticed that other than Jughead, no other noises could be heard. She was guessing that everyone else was out doing one thing or another, which in a way was good. Not that she didn't like spending time with Jughead's family, but his little sister was convinced that they both liked each other, and the constant teasing was getting a little annoying.

The girl was dragged from her thoughts when Jughead had come back downstairs, a pile of clothes balanced in one hand. "Here, I'll be in the living room when you're done." He smiled as he handed her the clothes, before turning to head into the living room to give her time to get changed.

Jughead had been wrong, because the clothes weren’t just a little big. They were a lot big. The long-sleeved navy blue shirt that he’d given her had sleeves that fell down past her hands, ending up in her rolling the sleeves up a little. And the pair of grey sweats that had gone along with it had the drawstring pulled and tied pretty tightly to keep them up. But she didn’t mind all that much. It wasn’t the first time that she’d worn an item of clothing from Jughead - and quite honestly, whether she’d admit it out loud or not, she liked it. There was a sense of comfort in wearing his clothes that she just couldn’t describe. The smell and fabric had such a familiar sensation of her best friend that it was almost calming, and she definitely liked that.

Jughead looked up at her when she’d walked back into the living room, his lips almost immediately curving up into an entertained smile.

“Don’t,” She warned him, her own smile creeping up on her. “I already know they’re huge.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Jughead chuckled as he shook his head, before his gaze softened somewhat as she took in her posture - arms hugging to her body a little. “Still cold?”

Y/N nodded. Whilst she wasn’t shaking anymore, she was still pretty chilly.

Jughead shuffled over a little where he was sat on the sofa and held an arm out, smiling as he offered, “Come here.”

A smile made it’s way to her face as she walked over, taking a seat beside him before tucking herself against his side, her legs tucked underneath her thighs to keep her warm. Almost immediately she felt the heat radiating from his own body, relaxing against him as his arms moved around her.

“Christ, you’re like a block of ice.” Jughead commented as he rested his cheek against the top of her head, keeping her held close to himself.

“That rain felt like it was ice. It’s so cold out there.” Y/N complained, her eyes falling shut as she breathed in his comforting scent. Soon enough her own arms wound around his middle as she felt herself start to warm up.

“Here.”

Y/N almost complained when Jughead briefly pulled away, though couldn’t help but smile when she watched the raven-haired boy take his signature beanie off of his head and place it on her own, adjusting the sides so that the wool of the hat would cover her cold ears.

“Thank you.” She smiled softly, tilting her head just enough to look up at him.

Jughead was smiling too, though his eyes were a lot more intense than it had previously been. She watched his gaze flickered from hers down to her lips before straight back up again, and before she could make the connection with her brain of what that meant, he’d leaned forwards and cupped the side of her face in his hand as he pressed his warm lips against her cold ones.

It felt like all of the air had been knocked out of her lungs from pure shock. In a good way, though. There was something so amazing about kissing him, but she just couldn’t describe it. It felt so right. Her own hands lifted to gently rest along his sharp jawline as she leaned a little closer to him, smiling into the kiss.

It lasted a little too short for her liking, though she almost melted at the adorable smile and blush he wore once he’d pulled away. Only then did she realise that she pretty much had the same expression - feeling a familiar burn in her cheeks and the uncontrollable curve upwards at the corners of her lips.

“You’re absolutely adorable.” Jughead mumbled as he wrapped his arms around her again, his smile widening.

“Shut up.” She whispered jokingly in defence, still smiling widely as she felt him lean his head against the top of hers once more.

“I just kissed you and you’re telling me to shut up? Rude.” Jughead teased, grunting a little through his chuckle once Y/N had elbowed him in the ribs.

“Maybe I wanted to enjoy the moment without you talking and ruining it.” She joked with a quiet giggle, feeling him shake with quiet laughter as his hold on her tightened somewhat.

“Whatever, still rude.” He huffed in mock offence before dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

Y/N relaxed against him as her eyes closed like before. “Guess it wasn’t such a bad idea going out now, huh?”

“Maybe not.” Jughead mused. “I won’t kiss you again if you get sick, though.” He joked.

“Fine.” Y/N giggled again, smiling a little wider. “Just do it now to make up for it, then.”

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imagine-the-feels · 5 years ago

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5:58am

imagine modeling for Cole’s photography as his girlfriend.

Request: Would you write more for Cole Sprouse, like the reader being his gf and she's modelling for his photography xx

Word Count: 681

Warnings: implied smut; unedited

A/N: I’m sorry this is short, but I hope this is sort of what you were looking for! <3

(Y/N) didn’t really think of herself as the modeling type. She found comfort within the other arts around her—in writing, in coloring, in vibing to music that matched her mood—and modeling had never really crossed her mind. She would post a few photos here and there on Instagram to keep up with the followers she had, she wasn’t up to the full commitment.

Cole knew this about her, and he made sure not to push (Y/N) too hard on something that made her uncomfortable. However, with this quarantine and the lull of the world around them, his fingers were itching to pick his camera back up and photograph something, anything.

They were lucky enough to find themselves in a situation where they could spend this quarantine together, and it was surprisingly nothing short of bliss. (Y/N) hadn’t found too much to be irritated about even though they were together 24/7, and it was through the quiet mornings, the relaxing afternoons, and the vibrant nights that she fell harder for the man she was lucky enough to call hers.

Even now, here at 5:58 am in the morning in their living room, she could only stare in awe at the way his dexterous fingers fiddled with his favorite camera. He’d risked her wrath by waking her up this early to catch the sunrise with him, so that he could capture it with the only person he’d want to. (Y/N) allowed it, admittedly only because she was still blissed out from their activities hours before. She watched him lazily from the couch adjacent to where he sat at their coffee table, right beside the floor-to-ceiling windows in his shirt she found discarded on their bedroom floor.

She was mesmerized by the way his fingers moved—exposing the veins in his hands which trailed up to his bare forearms, through his biceps, to his pale neck that was starting to color with small love bites. His hair flopped messily into his face, but Cole paid it no attention as his focus was on the dismantled parts before him. He was close to putting it together in the way he desired, his black eyebrows furrowed, his mouth closed around the last piece he was going to use.

(Y/N) curled her feet underneath her, her elbow on the back of the couch as she absent-mindedly tugged at her strands of hair. A slight ray of orange caught her attention, and she immediately turned to the windows to see the sun just beginning to peek through the skyline. Her mouth parts in stilled astonishment, smiling to herself as the brightest star the Earth knew took its time waking up. “Hello baby,” she mumbled to herself.

Cole snorts inwardly at her words, looking up to tease her about her tendency to call every inanimate object a baby. But as his eyes dart to her, the words die between his lips. The gracious baby outside found its way to her, caressing his love’s face with a delicateness he knew. The rays painted streaks against the side of her face he could see, casting long shadows of her eyelashes, her post-sex hair, her parted lips—oh this is it.

The fluttering within his stomach, the expanding of his chest, the increased speed of his heart, all told him what he’s known for months. Taking the last piece of his camera from his mouth, he quickly snaps it into place, bringing up the lens to his eye—he had to get this, and with a quick burst shot, he knows he’s caught the ethereal beauty before him.

(Y/N) looks to him in surprise, finding Cole looking at her with a large grin on his face. “What was that?”

“Oh nothing,” he shrugs. “Just capturing the most beautiful thing known to mankind.”

Thinking he’s talking about the sun, (Y/N) nods in total agreement before looking back out to see the rest of the rise. “She is beautiful, isn’t she?”

Cole smirks, bringing his camera back up to his eye so that it focused on his starstruck girlfriend. “She really is.”

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"Y/N, don't be ridiculous." Jughead said.

"I'm not. Archie? Doesn't Jughead look exactly like the Creature in Lisa Frankenstein?" Y/N asked.

"You saw that without me?" Jughead asked.

"To be fair, Jug. We did invite you, but you and Betty.... well, let's just say you guys were indisposed." Archie smiled.

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Heat

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xserpentlife · 6 years ago

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Safe

Requested: Anon Jughead x reader where the reader is new to Southside and gets harassed by the Ghoulies

A/N: Sorry I added sexual violence to this it was the inspiration I had if you did not want it written this way I am sorry.

Warnings: Violence, Start of sexual assault but it is stopped by someone.

Summary: You’ve lived on the Northside since you were a baby, but what you didn’t know was that your parents were actually Serpents. Today’s the day you found that out.

Word Count: 4300

Y/N POV

Friday

You woke up like any normal day heading downstairs for breakfast. Usually, your mom would cook eggs and bacon, or waffles something of that sort, but today was different. You walked down the stairs ready to smell the amazing breakfast but you were only met with the smell of toasted bread. It was odd because that rarely happened unless you were running late to school which you weren't. You walked downstairs to see your dad with his head in his hands and your mother trying to console him.

“Mom, Dad what’s going on?”

“Uh nothing sweetie”

“Your lying dad. Tell me the truth”

“I’m sorry”

“For what? What happened?”

“We, we have to move”

“What, why?”

“I lost my job and your mother has been getting fewer hours at work. We just don’t have enough money to live on this side of town anymore”

“This side of town… wait are we moving to the southside?”

“Yes”

“Dad you can’t just move to the South Side. We will get killed, there are gangs that don’t necessarily take kindly to strangers”

“We aren’t strangers”

“We live on the Northside, hence strangers”

“We may live on the northside but… your mother and I are serpents”

“Were serpents….?”

“No Y/N we are serpents. Thursdays when we go out for date nights we go to serpent meetings”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why do we live on this side of town then”

‘When your mother got pregnant we wanted a good life for you, I did a lot of jobs saved up and got sort of a loan from FP Jones to get us on our feet. He’s basically your uncle”

“You're insane… this is a joke”

“It’s not a joke darling”

“I’ve seen serpents they have tattoos and leather jackets how have I not seen either of those things.”

“Your mom’s tattoos is… well, to put it bluntly, it's on her butt”

“Her tattoo is on her butt… okay, and yours?”

“Bottom of my foot”

“This is crazy, I am living in an alternate universe”

“I’m sorry, we wanted to keep you safe we didn’t want you to be involved in this”

“I guess it’s whatever. When do we move”

“Tomorrow and Sunday, we didn’t know how to tell you. I’m sorry you don’t have much time.”

“It’s whatever I’ll pack when I come home from school” All day that was all you thought about. The fact that you were leaving the place you've known your entire life. You started to think that maybe moving wouldn’t be so bad… a sort of fresh start. You never really got along with the northside. You were a tomboy at heart, didn’t dress like them, act like them, or talk like them. You were always the girl who was fixing stuff with her dad. Now that you thought about it you weren't really that surprised your parents were serpents, but you were surprised they kept it hidden for so long.

*Monday / First day at Southside High*

It was weird sleeping in the new house, compared to the old house it was definitely smaller. The old house had a basement, an attic, living room, kitchen, office, 3 bedrooms, and so on. This house was one story 2 bedrooms and the living room and kitchen were basically the same space. It was definitely going to be an adjustment.

“Honey, why didn’t you leave yet?”

“Aren't you driving me?”

“Just walk”

“All the way to the Northside. Mom that's insane”

“No, you have to go to Southside High, it is closer and just makes more sense I'm sorry sweetie”

“Wait! I have to go to Southside High!!”

“Y/N I’m sorry we just can’t get you all the way to Riverdale High in the mornings and we can’t let you walk that far, it’s just not possible”

“Ugh, whatever”

You weren’t sad because of losing friends or anything because you really didn’t have any. More often than not you were the girl that ignored anyone, a self-identified loner if you will. You honestly were just annoyed that you had to switch schools in the middle of the year.

You finally made it to Southside High the walk only took about 10 mins and it honestly wasn’t all that bad aside from the few comments you got while passing by a building called the Whyte Wyrm which you assumed was a bar.

You walked up the staircase not really wanting to enter the school. You had heard things about Southside High. Things you didn’t believe to be true, but did you really want to find out, not really. As soon as you walked in you were met with metal detectors and a guard taking my bag from me. He started scanning me when it went off.

“It’s my shirt idiots” I wasn’t having it, not today. They let you go handing your bag to you and basically pushing you through the entrance. A girl came up to you slinging her arm around my shoulder.

“Can I help you”

“Oh, sorry I’m Toni, Toni Topaz”

“Cute, I like your boots”

“Thanks, well welcome to Southside High Y/N, let me give you a tour around”

“Uh, no i’d much rather find my own way thanks though” you didn’t want to be the girl that needed help, you wanted to be invisible again. you had a feeling though that being invisible as the new girl at southside would be hard considering all the eyes that were watching me. You started to walk away before the girl grabbed me again.

“Careful Y/N. Your family if anything happens come find me” You thought to yourself family? What did she mean family. The day went by pretty smoothly nothing out of the ordinary happened, well other than some kid getting high right in front of the teacher, or the fact that you learned absolutely nothing. Southside was a shit hole, bathrooms without doors, teachers who didn’t give a shit. You started your walk home as you felt some calls from behind me. You ignored them you didn’t want to make friends or enemies, you wanted to go to school and go home that was it. You turned around looking and swore you saw some guy with clown makeup, but you thought maybe you were going crazy. The calls got louder and you started running halfway through the run to your house they stopped. You caught your breath before entering the trailer.

“Hey hun how was school?”

“Alright I guess”

“Make any friends”

“Mom when have you known me to make friends? Also hi Dad”

“Hey sweetie”

“Oh Y/N dinner will be ready soon me and your father have a meeting tonight so we won’t be home till very late”

“Okay” I sat at the table hoping the questions would stop but that was too good to be true.

“So did anything weird happen, meet any new people?”

“I mean there was a girl who was going to show me around, I refused and then she said if I needed anything to come find her because I was family. I don’t know it was super weird maybe she was high or something”

“What was her name”

“I don’t remember maybe Tori, Toni, something like that and her last name was a gemstone, Topaz I think”

“Oh my god, you met Toni. She is a lovely girl Y/N”

“You know her mom?”

“Sweetie your Mom and I know Toni from the Serpents. She is a great girl. She told you that you were family because you are a Serpent by blood. Whether you are an official Serpent or not they will protect you”

“Protect me from what?”

“Uhm doesn’t matter just… nevermind. Eat and then do your homework. Hunny I have to go I will meet you at the Wyrm” I watched my dad leave the house it was as if he was hiding something

“Mom! What was that about?”

“Nothing, just you need to understand the southside can be dangerous if you hang out with the wrong people if you don’t want to be friends with Serpents that is your choice but you need to know that they can protect you and they will if protection is needed”

“Protect me from what? You're not even telling me anything. I don’t need their fucking protection I am fine on my own!” You were always the girl that wanted to stay away from people, you didn’t want the help you wanted to be left alone and that was your plan. You ran to your room slamming the door knowing that for the night your parents would be busy and you could at least be left by yourself.

*Tuesday*

The walk to school was the same, boring to say the least. You walked past the Wyrm again and the Toni girl walked up to you.

“Hey Y/N”

“Were you waiting for me or something?”

“Oh no haha I had to talk to FP before school”

“Should I know who that is?”

“Aren't you a Serpent?”

“By blood apparently according to my parents... but I’m not official”

“Are you going to?”

“What? Become official?”

“No, not really my thing to be quite honest”

“Oh okay, well maybe we can hang sometime”

“I don’t think so your really sweet I just… I don’t do friends” You made it to school at that point leaving Toni behind you as you walked into the building. You didn’t want friends the friends you had before always turned their backs on you and you didn’t want that to happen again.

Lunch felt like it came in a flash and you were hungry so you went to the cafeteria not really wanting to. When you went to Riverdale High you often packed your lunch and ate in the library. You walked through waiting in the line. You grabbed an apple because you weren't too hungry. You went to pay but your mom must have forgotten to add the money. You said it was fine and put the apple down as you walked away. You were going to head to the library. As you started walking out of the cafeteria there was a tap on your shoulder. You grabbed the person's arm as you turned around.

“Don’t touch me” The one thing you never liked was being touched.

“Sorry, I’m Jughead...here” You looked to his hand to see the apple being held out for you.

“I… I don’t need it I’m fine”

“Take it, really”

“No, you don’t need to buy that for me”

“Are you hungry?” you looked down “N, no”

“Exactly you are so take the apple… please. Listen I’m not some weirdo I am a serpent we take care of our own if your hungry you need to eat it really isn’t a big deal” He took your hand turning it over and placing the apple in it.

“I don’t need your help”

“I never said you did” He walked away as you were about to say something. You realized how filled the cafeteria had become and you wouldn’t be able to get out without being noticed. So you took a seat at a random table where nobody was sitting. You figured you would be left alone if you tried keeping your head down. That wasn’t the case, about five minutes after sitting down you saw the guy from before, the guy with the face paint. He was staring at you and started to walk over to you. You got up quickly ready to bolt out of the cafeteria, but then you wrist got grabbed and you got pulled onto a bench at a table. You looked up to see the same kid that grabbed you before.

“I told you not to touch me”

“Well, it was either touch you or let you get beat up so…”

“Wha, what?”

“The guy walking to your table, that was his plan and I wasn’t going to let that happen”

“Look whatever you think he was going to plan is one thing, I do not need your help. Leave me the fuck alone” The Toni girl started talking.

“Y/N look we just want to be friends with you, I know I do. Sit with us it’ll be fun really”

“I don’t need your protection Jughead and I don’t need your friendship either” a guy in the corner spoke up then

“Look I don’t know who you think we are or if you think we are going to hurt you but we aren't you are a serpent by blood which means you get our protection, but if your going to act like we don’t exist don’t come crawling to us when you need protection or when the ghoulies try and take you out to get their stripes” The jughead kid spoke again.

“Look… he” Before he could finish you ran. You didn’t want to be in the cafeteria anymore, and you didn’t want to a part of the Serpents. You didn’t need their protection and you didn’t need their friendship either. You ran to the library, it was the South Side there was barely any books and no one willingly went in there not even to do J&J. It was the one place in the entire school no one would look. You drug a chair into a back corner and started reading a book. Books were important to you they were a way to escape into a world that was better than your own. You read for what you only presumed to be hours because once you looked out the window you saw darkness. You looked at your phone to see text after text from your mom about where you were and if you were safe. You told her you got stuck at school and asked if she could pick you up. She didn’t respond so you figured that she was busy and you were just going to walk home. You started walking out of the library and thought you heard a noise. You chose to ignore it thinking it was just anxiety or the fact that it was dark. You saw it then on the ground someone's shadow standing in front of you. You turned around but bumped into someone. You looked up and there was the paint again. You knew you had to stand your ground because these were not the type of people you could back down to.

“Leave me alone”

“Oh, and why would we do that?”

“Because I… I didn’t do anything”

“Oh but you did sweetheart, your a Serpent”

“No! I’m not” you tried to run but the guy standing by the door caught you.

“What, haven’t done the dance?”

“What dance?” He slapped you “Don’t play stupid Serpent Slut”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Who are you?”

“I’m a Ghoulie let’s just say our gangs don’t get along and you sweetheart are fresh blood. See my boy over there he wants to earn his stripes, and he wants to do that with you”.

“Why me? Just let me go I’ll leave you alone”

“Oh no no, no one is here to protect you” he took a knife out of his pocket cutting away at the shirt I had on. “Stop please” you saw how close he was and thought it was your only chance. You brought your foot up kneeing him directly in his crotch but you regretted it instantly. He became angrier.

“Oh, so you wanna do this the hard way… okay”

“Boys hold her” your head flung back before you even realized what happened. He had punched you in the nose. You saw the blood drip to the floor coming from your nose before you were thrown down on top of it. The guys who were holding you each kicked you in the ribs. You swore you heard an audible crack if that was even possible. It was hard to breathe for a second the wind being taken out of you. “Just let me go”

“Can’t do that, we have to make a mark”

“Wha… what do you mean” You saw the switchblade being pulled out of his pocket almost as if it was slow motion. “No, no god please no”

“Oh don’t worry we are going to have some fun first” Two guys held you down as he began to drag the knife across your neck and down your stomach. You knew not to move the sharp end was pointed towards you. One wrong move and the guy would draw blood. You looked up trying to forget what was happening around you. You thought of the story you read trying to relay the events of it in your mind as a way to ignore everything that was happening. But you felt it he was done with the knife, for now, he closed it but still held the cool metal to your neck. His hand came down along the line of your jeans unbuttoning them. You wanted it to be over. You wished you had just gone home after lunch, You wished that you would have listened, but you didn’t and now you were alone. You heard your phone ring, the ringtone from your mom, but you couldn’t reach it. You were screaming you wanted this to be over. Your jeans came off and his hand laced around the top of the panties that you wore. This was it you closed your eyes hoping it would end.

Jughead’s POV

I had to stay after school to work on a paper for the red and black I sat there with my headphones on for hours typing away. It was easier writing the articles here than it was to write them at my trailer or at the Wyrm.

I took my headphones off as I was getting ready to leave when I heard a scream followed by “let me go” I texted Toni, Fangs and Sweet Pea to come to the school. I knew I was going to be in a fight Serpents hade code we didn’t let women get hurt or really anyone for that matter. They responded saying they were on their way. Usually, we were to wait, but once I saw who was getting attacked I couldn’t. There Y/N was on the ground, the Ghoulies trying to take full advantage. I couldn’t let that happen, not to her.

Y/N POV

The hands that were holding you down stopped. The guy was pushed into a locker. You looked up and saw Jughead. He dodged a punch. You saw his switchblade click open before you heard one of the Ghoulies yelp in pain. You heard the doors of the school open as bodies came running towards you. Toni, The tall guy, and some other dude. The tall one took out one of the ghoulies why the other guy pried the one off of Jughead. Toni ran towards you trying to knock you out of your shocked state but you sat there in shock you couldn't move. You watched as the guys drug the ghoulies outside.

“Y/N can you hear me?” you didn’t respond

“Y/N!” You couldn’t move. You watched as the guys came back in walking towards you. Jughead spoke up. “Has she said anything Toni?” you could hear everything but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak or move. “No Jug I tried she won’t even move she’s just been shaking” you watched as he stood up rubbing a hand through his hair. The fangs guy tried rubbing your shoulder as if he was trying to help you calm down but it scared you and you flinched back into the locker. “STOP!” He jumped up and kept apologizing. Jughead pointed at him.

“Fangs what the hell, don’t do that”

“Jones I was just trying to help”

“I know…” you watched as Jughead leaned in front of you. Your eyes met his and a calm washed over you. He started talking. “Y/N I'm going to put my jacket over you okay, I promise you I will not hurt you okay.” you nodded your head the only thing you seemed to be able to do. The jacket came around you and you felt safe. “Y/N can, can you walk you don’t have to talk just shake your head yes or no” You shook your head yes “Okay well let’s stand you up and then I am going to take you to my trailer so I can clean your cuts is that okay? If not I can take you to the hospital” You looked up at him as he was now standing as he reached his arm towards you. “Y, your trai-trailer please” You stood up and started walking but collapsed as the other guy caught you. “Thanks…” Jughead came up next to you grabbing onto your arm. “I got her Sweet Pea, Thank you” Jughead led you to the truck in the school parking lot that one of the guys must have brought. “Can you drive my bike to the Wyrm fangs, I’ll bring your truck tonight or tomorrow if that’s cool”

“Course Jones, tell her I’m sorry about what happened. If you need anything just call” He drove to the trailer and led me inside placing me onto the couch. He walked into the bathroom and came back out with a first aid kit. He put something on a towel and went to press it to my face but stopped. “This may sting a bit, I’m sorry” he was right it did and I hissed in pain he just looked at me apologetically. He stopped as he finished applying the ointment to my face. “I… thank you”

“Y/N I am so sorry I didn’t get there sooner. I promised myself I would protect you and I didn’t”

“Why?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why me? Why protect me”

“There is a few reasons”

“Tell me.”

“No not right now”

‘No one ever fucking tells me anything Jughead. Not my parents, no one. I was told a day before we moved here that we were moving. I came home on my first day of school and was told to be careful that some people were not safe. I didn’t even know my parents were serpents till we moved. And then I'm getting attacked in a hallway. So save the not right now shit and tell me… please” Your voice broke towards the end and he grabbed your cheek.”

“Now isn’t the right time”

“No time is the right time, fucking tell me... please”

“One reason, your a serpent we protect our own. Another reason was that your parents asked the Serpents keep and eye on you. The third… I”

“You what Jughead”

“I like you, I don’t know why, I saw you moving into your trailer my dad told me we used to be friends as kids, and then you just caught my attention with the reading at lunch. I just wanted to help you I wanted to be your friend to get close to you. I… I’m sorry”

“I’m not used to protection Jughead, I am not used to friends, I’m kind of a loner”

“When I first moved to Southside High. I identified as a loner the Ghoulies tried getting me and they did but I got away. I wanted to protect you from them I thought you went home I am so sorry”

“You did protect me, you saved me. It… they could have”

“I know Y/N but they didn’t and your safe they won’t mess with you. I know it defeats the point, but do you maybe want to be loners together, friends and then figure it out from there”

“I’d like that”

“Y/N would you ever consider being a Serpent fully”

“I think so, what i've seen that you guys stand for the way your a family I want that. I think I was just shocked scared at my parents not knowing their lives completely, but I want to”

“Do you wanna stay here for the night”

“I do but I don’t have clothes”

“Hold that thought” You saw him walk back into a room and he came back out with shorts and a shirt. “I hope these are alright they may be a little big but….”

“Thank you jughead”

“The bathroom is the first door on the left” you went and changed coming back out to see sheets being laid on the couch. “I can make up the couch Jughead”

“No, no take my room please”

“I… I can't do that this is your home that is your bed”

“I insist really”

‘Tha….” he stopped you. “You don’t need to thank me” you went into his bedroom laying down and almost instantly fell asleep. You woke up screaming having a nightmare about what happened. You watched the bedroom door bust open.

“What happened! Y/N! Are you okay?” tears were streaming down your face. “I… I’m sorry, I’m fine go back to sleep or… I’ll leave you can have your bed back I’m sorry” he came to the bed cupping your face in his hand and wiping the hair out of your face. “You're not leaving it is 3 am and it’s okay. Did, did you have a nightmare or something” you shook your head yes as he hugged you. His arm snaked around your waist and you hissed in pain. He looked at you. Pointing to your shirt and you nodded your head that it was okay. He slowly lifted your shirt to see the bruise that littered your stomach. “I’m so sorry Y/N since your breathing okay your ribs aren't broken but I know it hurts, it should be gone in a week or so” you started sobbing again. “Hey I promise I will keep you safe, they won’t touch you again, now get some rest” he started walking out of the room and whatever courage was inside you, you used it to speak up

“Jug”

“I like hearing that from you Y/N, what’s up?”

“I… can, can you sleep in here?”

“Are you sure, I know what you just went through if you're saying it cau…”

“I want you to, please” he came over laying down next you, you crawled close and he wrapped his arm around you. “I feel safe with you Jughead, thank you”

‘I hope I can always make you feel safe Y/N, and after your Serpent initiation I hope you know you will have an entire army of people that will make you feel safe too”

“Thank you”

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protectjugheadjonesiii · 7 years ago

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Betty

Anon requests: An imagine wth Jughead where the reader, Betty, Jughead and Archie are childhood friends. Ever since they were kids, Jugead likes Betty and the reader likes Jugead but the reader is stuck in the Bestfriendzone. The reader always asks Jughead questions that gives hints that she likes him but his reply will always be "I like Betty." Examples are: Do you want to be my project partner? "I like Betty to be my project partner." Do you want to be my prom date? "I like Betty to be my prom date." It will go on and on until the last scene is where the reader confesses to Jughead: I like you Jughead. But as usual his reply will be "I like Betty." And the imagine ends there.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader, Jughead x Betty

Description: (Y/N) has been pining for Jughead for years, but Veronica finally challenges her to do something about it. Heartbreak ensues.

Warnings: angst?

Word count: 1,456

A/N: another great one written by @itsfangirlmendes (with just a little editing from yours truly). Before you even ask, there will not be a part 2 to this.

I had been best friends with Betty, Archie, and Jughead for all of my childhood. I grew up alongside them, and ever since I can remember, I’ve been completely smitten with Jughead. He’s never picked up on it, though, always remaining oblivious. Throughout our entire lives, I always took his side, no matter what conflict it was over. I always supported him through everything, and he still only viewed me as a friend.

Even when Archie and Jughead had their falling out the summer before sophomore year, I stuck with Jughead. It hurt to not see Archie and Betty as much as I used to, but I loved Jughead and wasn’t planning on leaving him. I know he has always been grateful for my support, but I’m sure he hasn’t viewed it as anything more than two best friends sticking up for each other.

Archie and Jughead have made up now, and not only are we all friends again, but we have a new addition to our group. Veronica is just what I need in my life right now: a breath of fresh air. She’s become my confidant, something I never truly found in Betty.

Veronica and I decided it’d be nice to have a night in, and with Jug and Betty out sleuthing, Archie doing whatever Archie does, and Kevin sneaking around with his boyfriend, we decided that our night would be just the two of us.

“(Y/N),” Veronica mutters, snapping my attention away from the movie we were watching.

“Yes, Ronnie?” I respond, looking away from the TV to turn towards her.

“You like Jughead, don’t you?” she immediately interrogates with a smirk, causing my face to grow red.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She giggles at my shocked expression before nudging my shoulder.

“You are so in love with him!” she coos.

I bury my head in my hands as she continues to tease me.

“Come on (Y/N/N). Just admit it, you love Jughead!”

I look up at her again. “Fine!” I yelled, exasperatedly throwing my hands in the air. “I like Jughead! Is that what you wanted to hear?”

She grins at me. “Ha, I knew it! You guys are perfect for each other. You need to tell him that you like him!”

“No!” I immediately shot her down. “I could never!”

Veronica laughs at my reaction before responding: “Just start dropping hints. He’s smart, so he should be able to pick up on them.”

I think about it for a moment before smiling at her.

“Okay Ronnie,” I cave in, biting back a smile. “This better work, though.”

Her grin widens and she rests her head on my shoulder. “It better,” she responded. “I am so ready for you guys to become a thing.”

I leave her house that night with the newfound hope that I would be able to tell Jughead how I feel and that he and I could officially become a thing.

On Monday, I walk into school and notice Jughead at his locker. Seeing as he was alone, I decide to go say good morning.

“Morning Jug!” I greet, hugging him quickly.

He looks a little taken aback, but nevertheless, he hugs me back.

“Good morning (Y/N). You seem chipper this morning.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I awkwardly giggle.

I pull away from him and see Ronnie giving me a thumbs-up over his shoulder. Betty also gives me a small smile, but it feels less genuine than Ronnie’s excitement. I turn my attention back to Jughead as the bell rings. This is my first chance to drop a hint.

“Hey, Jug, do you want to walk me to my class?”

He looks confused at first, but then his expression shifts to guilty.

“I usually would, but I was going to walk Betty to class,” he admits.

I immediately feel hurt, but I refuse to let Jughead my disappointment.

“Okay, that’s fine,” I stutter, slowly inching away from him. “I’ll see you later then.”

“Thank you for understanding (Y/N).”

I watch as he walks away and feel my spirits drop. Veronica looks confused as Jughead walks away with Betty, so she comes up to me.

“What was that about?” she inquires, crossing her arms.

“I don’t know Ronnie. I didn’t ask him why he was walking her to class.”

We turn around and watch as they turn the corner before exchanging a look of confusion, starting to walk to our own classes.

Later, I walk into science and sit down next to Jughead.

“Hey, Jug,” I greet him, noticeably gloomier than earlier this morning.

Jughead looks up at me. “Hey (Y/N),” he smiles. “Did you get to class fine this morning?”

“Yeah,” I shrug, “I was lacking your amazing company, but I survived.”

He chuckles at my comment and starts to say something, but before he could get it out, the teacher speaks up and starts the lesson. She starts to introduce our next project and announces that we all need to get into partnerships to work. Her timing could not have been more perfect: here is another chance to spend time with Jughead.

“Do you want to be partners, Jug?” Betty asks, seemingly coming out from nowhere. I feel the same hurt I felt this morning.

“Yeah, sure. Totally,” he responds, his eyes glued to her. Jughead walks back over to where Betty sat before, and Veronica approaches my table.

“Okay, I am more than confused. Why do Jughead and Betty seem connected at the hip?” she questions, narrowing her eyes at them. I look over at the pair sadly before turning back to Veronica.

“Honestly, Ronnie, I have no idea.”

As I shoot another glance at Jughead and Betty, the teacher starts explaining the project more in-depth, forcing me to tear my attention away from the pair.

Jason’s funeral was this weekend, and I thought it would be a good opportunity to ask Jughead if he wanted to come with me. I’ve been trying to drop hints all week, but every time I tried, I was met with a comment about Betty or prior made plans with Betty. It’s taken a toll on my confidence, but I wasn’t going to lose hope just yet.

School had just gotten out, and knowing that Jughead would try to be out of the school as soon as possible, I walk as quickly as I can to his locker in hopes of catching him before he leaves. I see Jughead walk up to his locker and retrieve his stuff.

“Jughead, wait up!” I call out, quickening my pace.

Jughead snaps his head in my direction.

“Hey, (Y/N), what’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to go with me to Jason’s funeral,” I propose once I reach his locker.

Jughead gives me the same guilty look he’s been giving me all week.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I was going to go with-“

“Betty,” I finish for him, shaking my head. “Yeah, I should’ve guessed. Sorry for bothering you, I’m just gonna go.”

I turn on my heel and storm out of the school. I hear Jughead slam his locker shut and run after me.

“(Y/N), (Y/N)!” he yells. “Wait up!”

I stop in my tracks and turn to face the boy I love.

“What? What do you want?” I demand, sounding harsher than I intend to. Jughead appears to be confused by my sudden anger towards him.

“What’s wrong (Y/N)?” he inquires. “Why are you so angry all of a sudden?”

“I am angry at you, Jughead, because I have been in love with you for years. I’ve been with you through everything, putting my whole heart and soul into our relationship, and out of nowhere, you ditch me for Betty, someone you’ve shown little to no interest before this week. Now it’s always, ‘I’m working with Betty,’ or ‘I’m going with Betty,’ and I am sick of it. I’m done playing second fiddle to her.”

He looks at me, stunned into silence for a moment.

“I didn’t know you felt that way,” he finally speaks up with a hoarse voice, turning his head down to look at his shoes.

“Well, I do, Jughead.” I walk towards him and nudge his chin up, forcing him to look into my eyes.

“I love you, Jughead Jones,” I admit, my voice wavering. My heart feels like it’s outside of my body, and my body tenses as I brace myself for his reaction.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, eyes full of regret.

I take a step back, anticipating what he is going to say. I know it’ll be the same heart-breaking sentence he’s told me for the past week: the three words that I never wanted to hear.

“I like Betty.”

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lostgirlfandom · 2 years ago

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Mother Dearest

Part Two

Pairing: FP Jones x Female!Reader

Warnings: None, afab reader

Words: 958

Summery: Mama Jones meets Betty

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The next couple of days were spent in bliss. While you hated living in a trailer, it was home. Your family was home. You made sure Jug and JB were going to school, especially after getting Jellybean enrolled in school in Riverdale. You had officially moved back home.

You even got your old job back while FP was working with Fred at Andrews Construction. You got back into the habit of helping Jug with his writing.

One day, when you picked up JB from school you went ahead and headed to the high school to pick up Jughead. You stood in front of the school, leaning against the truck with JB sitting in the passenger seat playing with her Nintendo DS.

As you stood there, you kept getting glances from other students as school was let out. You had your hands in your pockets of your jeans as you crossed your legs with Timberlands on your feet. A flannel was over an old band t-shirt, which you were sure was your husbands from when you first started going out. You also had a jean jacket over that to keep you warm.

You then saw Jughead step out of the school with a pretty blonde girl, a raven haired girl, and a red headed boy. You were pretty sure that was Betty and Archie. Betty you vaguely remember from a couple times she played with the boys when they were younger. You and her mother, Alice, did not get along. Alice was ex-serpent which didn’t settle well with you as you had been a serpent since around the same time as FP. You didn’t trust her after she refused to acknowledge the fact that she came from the Southside.

While you were proud of the fact that you were a Serpent.

“Mrs. Jones!” Archie yelled loudly as he rushed to hug you. You laughed as you hugged him back. You always saw him as a second son and he always saw you as a second mother. You were always supportive of anything the kids did.

“Archie! You’ve gotten taller since I last saw you.” You told him as you let him go and patted his shoulder.

“That’s what happens when you get older.” He sassed with a grin on his lips.

You smiled and smacked him on the back of the head, making it jerk forward and him to scrunch his face up in a grimace. You always hit hard.

You then looked over at Jughead and saw him with his arm around Betty’s waist. You raised an eyebrow and Jug rushed to introduce the two girls. “Mom, I don’t know if you remember Betty, but this is Betty Cooper. My girlfriend.” He said kinda slowly as if he didn’t want you to know. “And this is Veronica Lodge.” He introduced the Hispanic girl on the other side of him.

“Hi, Mrs. Jones.” Betty said with a smile on her face. You smiled back and shook her hand that she held out.

“Hi, Betty. Yeah, I remember you. You sometimes played with the boys when you guys were younger. You guys can just call me Y/N. I don’t mind.” You turned to Archie. “I think I’ve told you multiple times.” He shrugged with a innocent smile. You laughed.

“Jughead, you didn’t tell me your mom was a badass.” Veronica said as she reached out her hand to shake.

You smirked and narrowed your eyes at her playfully. “Well that’s because she’s my mom. Although she has been my role model since I was maybe 5.” Jug said with a tone of sarcasm at the begin. “Not that I don’t love seeing you Mom. What are you doing here?”

You grinned. “You want a ride home, Jug?” You asked.

He made an ‘oh’ face as he threw his arm around Betty’s shoulders. “I was gonna walk Betty home.”

You smiled. “I can drive you both. Come on.” You then turned to the other two as Betty and Jug headed to the truck.

I think Betty was trying to be quiet but I heard her as she whispered to Jughead. “She is so much easier to talk to than your dad.” He chuckled.

“You two good?” You asked the other two high schoolers. Wanting to make sure they got home safe.

Veronica answered first. “Yeah, I’m at the Pembroke and it isn’t that far. Bye guys.” She then made her way in the direction of the Pembroke. You then turned to Archie.

“You good, kid?” You asked him.

“Yeah, dad should -” He was cut off as someone spoke up from behind you.

“Y/N?” You both turned around and saw Fred standing there.

“Hey, Fred!” You smiled. You missed your best friend. You had been friends with Fred and FP since you were all kids.

“Hey, dad.” Archie said as he walked over his dad. Fred patted his shoulder as he glanced at Archie before looking back at you. You smiled as you shoved your hands in your pockets of your jacket.

“Y/N. You’re back.” Fred smiled big at you.

“Yeah, hopefully for good.” You told him. He went to say something else but JB decided it would be a good time to honk the truck horn loudly.

Archie and Fred jumped at the loud sound while you set your face in a grimace of agitation.

“MA!!!! HURRY UP!”

You turned around with raised eyebrows. “Forsythia Penelope Jones!” You said sternly.

She shrunk down back into her seat as Jug laughed at her.

You sighed as you turned back to Fred and Archie who were chuckling.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you guys later.” You turned to the truck and went to the driver’s side with a wave over your shoulder.

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