#lili reinhart imagine

[hiatuswhore]

𝕦𝕘𝕙, 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 — 𝕥𝕔

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A/N: I have been struggling with writers block so I’ve been posting some works I wrote a while back but never put up. Let me know what you think. Feedbacks a good motivator! In my head I picture Shelley Hennig as Ivy, Diana Silvers as Marina, Daniel Sherman as Declan, Lili Reinhart as Mackenzie, and Camila Mendes as Bianca.

SUMMARY: Ugh, high school. Best four years of nothing. Raging mood swings and sporadic acne. All on top of balancing mean girls, douche bag guys, and cocky jocks. Best four years? Yikes image peaking in high school.

I can list several things I cannot stand. I could start with my Mom’s overbearing need to talk about her high school glory days, or my Dad’s never-ending trophies in nearly everything. My list continues for things such as romantic comedies, jean leggings, and platinum blonde hair. Do not tell Ivy about that she is one break-up away from cutting her hair and dying it blonde. I love her to pieces but she is a wildcard with a knack for trouble and a high social media following. Trust me when I say do not look at her Tik Tok. Her high following and verification coming from her looks and problematic prank videos.

“Hello? (Y/n) are you listening?” Marina asked, sitting across from me at the lunch table she types away on her laptop rambling profusely. She delicately placed flowers through her hair with half of it pinned up. She wears a cute white camisole with a beige boho cardigan that reaches the hem of her jeans. Resembling a pretty hippy, it works on her. Apologizing, I ask her to repeat herself but she only rambles about Ivy being in detention. Oddly enough Marina is on the opposite end of the continuum from Ivy. Not only the cheer captain, but one can make it a game of trying to find what club she is not a part of. Even started her own anti-bullying campaign. “So you’re not listening?”

“I’m sorry Mina. I didn’t get much sleep last night because somebody was busy practicing his guitar at all hours of the night.” I groan looking over at the guy’s table. It was a mixture of faces in the masses. No set groups at their table, the mix of guys come from all sports teams and clubs. At the center of the table sits Timmy laughing at something. You know those people you grew up with when you were little but now they just annoy the shit out of you. Yeah, that’s Chalamet, as cliche, as it is the perfect-haired idiot, is my neighbor. We grew up next to each other, yes there is a picture of us bathing together as kids. It is the bane of my existence. Yes, we are still friends but more so a down low thing. Him being the soccer goalie made him this big deal and me being virtually no one makes our friendship odd at school.

“I ordered our homecoming tickets online,” Opening my mouth to protest she quickly shrugs me off. “You have to come, it'll be no fun without you.”

“You’ll both have dates. What am I going to do? Just linger awkwardly?” Biting into my cold fry it lacks salt making me want to spit it out. Marina closes her laptop and turns to her salad she brought from home.

“Ivy and I could find you a date,” Though I have every intention of saying no I miss my opportunity as Mackenzie and Bianca sit next to us. In their cheering uniforms, they wear it every day like it is a badge of honor. It screams pick-me but everyone does pick them so the behavior is enabled.

“Hey, Marina, where's Ivy?” Mackenzie asks, scooting to the side allowing her some space both she and Bianca fail to spare me a single glance. I can see on Marina’s face that she has no interest in talking to either of them but she plants a warm smile on her face. Despite her distaste for the two most clueless people on the planet that is what I love about Marina, she is kind to everyone.

“In detention for calling Coach Hoffman an asshole,” The laugh that leaves my lips contrast the two girls’ wide eyes.

“Anyways we came over with invites for you and Ivy. Party at my place tonight. My parents are out of town.” Bianca’s raven black hair is straightened to perfection. She shuffles through her Michael Kors purse before pulling out two envelopes. Marina looks at me as she thinks it over in her head.

“Ivy will kill us both if we turned this down so yeah we’ll all be there,” For the first time since they sat at the table their eyes drift to me. I smile sheepishly as they look me up and down. Mackenzie grits her teeth as she smiles at me.

“That’s the thing (Y/n) you need an actual invite to get in and I only have a certain amount. I’ll let you know if anything changes,” I am no idiot, I know she is lying, the faux smile and honey tone holds more poison than anything.

“Problem solved.” Handing me half of her invite I bite back a laugh as Marina rips it in half. Both Bianca and Mackenzie feign chuckles as they excuse themselves leaving the two of us to watch them purposely walk by the guys’ table. Marina shakes her as she turns back to her salad. “Those two are something else.”

“I’ll catch you later I have a photography club meeting,” I say and Marina only smiles before going onto her phone. Unlike Bianca and Mackenzie, I actually have to pass the guy’s table to walk over to the dish return. It is okay though because none of them even turn from their conversations except one pair of eyes. Timothee’s lips pull into a smirk before he shoots me a wink. Smiling sarcastically I flipped him off before continuing on.

Mrs. Klotz wastes no time diving into the agenda for the following weeks. Since I arrive a few minutes late it leaves me with the bottom of the barrel for what event to cover. Of course, there is only one event that no one wants to do, the homecoming dance. As the meetings adjourned I wait for everyone to leave the room, the meeting was brief, and yet so much was covered.

“Mrs. Klotz please don’t make me cover the homecoming dance. I don’t even want to go.” I say, closing the club binder she places it in her desk before resting her hands on the desk. She wears glasses that frame her face with her auburn hair, all the guys like to creep on her due to her being fresh out of college.

“I thought it’d be perfect for you (Y/n). I even saw you purchased a ticket,” Mrs. Klotz explains as her eyebrows pull together slightly she tilts her head to the side. I mirror her expression before I remember what Marina had said.

“No, that was Marina. I’m pretty sure what she is attempting is entrapment,” I say, sitting on the edge of the desk behind me I watch as Mrs. Klotz frowns.

“Well, first that is detention for Miss Monroe. The online ticketing policy states students cannot buy tickets for other students,” My stomach flips for a moment as I realize what I have done.

“Did I say Marina sorry I get those two mixed up. It was Ivy who ordered the tickets,” Knowing Ivy would not care as she has been in detention more than she has ever been in class. None of this matters as Mrs. Klotz only apologizes before writing Ivy up and telling me there is no one else who can do it. “I assume you can give this detention slip to Miss Porter.”

In the hallway, I stop as my phone vibrates in my pocket. Ivy sent a text in the group chat telling us to meet her in the computer lab. Walking through the halls my arms fall at my side like dead limbs as I sulk through the corridors. It smells like sweat and pizza from the cafeteria and every couple of lockers is a candy wrapper or abandoned worksheet. Whoever the hell said high school was the best four years of your life, lied. In the computer lab, both Marina and Ivy are already there. Ivy is wearing a tube top with a denim jacket and legging. She is breaking the dress code as usual but it is getting to a point where the faculty do not even care what she wears. I am almost certain Ivy could show up in a bikini and no one would be fazed. Handing her the detention slip her eyebrows pull together.

“Wait what did I do this time?” She asks, explaining the situation she laughs at me before turning to Marina, “Since I am now the sacrificial lamb I would love to talk about that super cute sheer tank top you refuse to let me wear.”

“You get to wear it once then it goes back in my closet,” Marina says, rolling her eyes at the extortion. I look to Ivy asking why she summoned both of us to the computer lab but she only shrugs saying she got bored. There are still ten minutes to spare before the warning bell goes off. Marina hands Ivy the invite to the party and the two giggle amongst themselves about it but I only groan.

“Wait, this is a perfect time to figure out a date for (Y/n) for homecoming. How about Jack Ribas?” Marina says, looking through her Instagram followers as the short boy came to mind I can remember he was my chemistry partner.

“Tiny hands,” I cannot fight the grimace on my face as Ivy laughs before going on her Instagram. The real answer being his ex-girlfriend, she rarely speaks and I am sure she is the reason he has not dated in over a year.

“What about Mark Warshaw?” Ivy asked, earning a nudge from Marina as she is clearly not taking it seriously.

“He smells terrible. Come on,” I say, leaning back in my seat this only furthers how much I do not want to go to homecoming. Marina continues looking through her phone and I cannot say I do not appreciate her wanting to help.

“Terrance Avecedo?” As the name left her lips I could not help but stare at her with eyes I can only imagine appeared crazed.

“You mean my cousin? Dude,” I say as Marina apologizes profusely there is one guy I would not absolutely hate the idea of going with. Just my luck he and a few of his buddies walk by the computer lab. Declan Knight, once again it’s super cliche but he’s the football quarterback and captain. Timothee found it more than hilarious my crush on the 6’2 curly-haired beau.

“Hey, Ivy. Hey, Marina,” He says, popping his head into the computer lab and they both say hey Declan at the same time before he turns to me. “Hey, (Y/n).”

The feeling of panic rushes every inch of me as I force out a chuckle before breathlessly saying, “Hey.”

“Real smooth,” Fortunately Ivy says this as Declan is already continuing on wherever he is walking toward. Marina once again nudges Ivy as I put my head down groaning loudly.

“I am going to my locker. Please leave me to sulk about my day in peace.” I say and I hear Marina yell love you, saying it back I do not turn around. Everyone is in the hallways always playing it dangerously close to the late bell. At my locker, I can see Timothee walking toward my locker.

“Double-A.” He says, looking at me with his usual shit-eating grin, I frown as we rarely speak in school.

“Timmy. Shouldn’t you be ducking behind something to talk to me here?” He only chuckles. Girls would kill for him to walk up to the locker and chat yet I would pay him right now to walk away from me. Only wearing a simple long sleeve shirt, jeans, and converse he is still somehow a hot commodity at school.

“Funny. Also what the hell were you watching last night. It gave me soft porn vibes but very cinematic,” He asks and I shift on the balls of my feet as his grin widens. So I decided to watch that movie 365 on Netflix which was one of the cringest things I have ever seen.

“Spying on me much?” But once again I earn a laugh before he says that I should close my curtains more often. “Maybe don’t look in my window.”

“Noted. Where’s your girls at?” He asks scanning the hall for Marina and Ivy I close my locker. Crossing my arms I look at him asking who wants to know but the smirk on his lips reappears. “The only man in your life. No, your Dad does not count. So that leaves me, you are very welcome.”

“I can assure my love. You would not be in my life even if you were the only man on the planet.” I said, watching as he places his hand over his heart feigning pain. He wastes no time in quoting Marina’s anti-bullying campaign motto, Spread the Love. “Shut up jackass.”

“Timothee,” Mackenzie says and the high pitch of her voice makes me grimace as I look away. She pulls him into a kiss that lasts a couple of seconds longer than needed. The two are the most indecisive couple I have ever seen. I’ll break it down like this, today is Wednesday. Monday they were dating, Tuesday they were not, today is a big question mark and tomorrow is still a coin toss. This does not stop Timmy from being a total whore when they are broken up. I’m pretty sure Mackenzie still does not know Timothee hooked up with Bianca. I narrow my eyes as Mackenzie looks at me as she kisses Timothee. The urge to promise her I have no interest in the mop-headed idiot is strong but instead, I just stand there.

“Hey still here,” Placing my hands in my pocket I look down at the tiles as Mackenzie pulls back.

“Gosh, (Y/n) I am so sorry. Since when were you friends with my ex-boyfriend?” She asks, smiling kindly but it is clearly fake. I have no intention of outing our lifelong friendship but I have no time to even say anything before Timothee chimes in.

“We’re not just asking for some notes. What does it matter anyway?” Timothee asks, looking at Mackenzie who gives him a doe-eyed pout. Gagging as she pulls him into another kiss.

“I know you miss me.” She says before stalking off and I cannot help but now smirk at him.

“Healthy thing you got going there,” I say but he rolls his eyes before walking down the hall away from me. The rest of the day feels uneventful, the girls and I agree to meet at my house to get ready for the party. Which translates to them already ready and helping me insisting on staying home.

[talyayet474]

Lili Reinhart

[tonysbed]

Love, Cars and leaked tapes | MV1 & ???

max verstappen x driver!reader

Summary: Max Icloud gets hacked, which resolves in a sextape leak. Max suddenly gets scared that he still has the tape of Vegas 21 on his phone..

warnings: Talk abt sex, leaked sextape, sexual language, swearing?

Your face was pale, hands gripping your phone and eyes wide. You had told Max hundreds of times to not keep any tapes on his phone in case of things like this.

Someone had gained access to Max’s Icloud and leaked your sextape. You were a little relieved when you saw which one it was. Just a simple ‘vanilla’ missionary sex video. Nothing to special. It could’ve gone worse.

The front door of your shared apartment slammed shut “Schatje? Where are you?” His voice seemed stressed “Living room” You yelled back.

His frame appears before you “Lifje I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was still on there. God I’m so stupid” He sat down at the other end of the sofa.

You sighed “See the positive” He raised his eyebrows “What’s positive to this?” You crawled over to him and laid your head in his lap “It wasn’t anything worse”

His eyes widened “Oh god, Did I delete Vegas 21 from my phone?” His fingers trying to fish his phone out of his pocket “Max”

He frantically starts searching his phone “Max” He didn’t show a reaction.

“Max Emilian Verstappen.” You hissed. His eyes shot up to you “You didn’t. There aren’t any more leaked tapes, AND Vegas 21 was one of the first that went into a USB-Stick” You smiled gently “It will be okay”

He nodded, opening his arms for you. You smiled again and climbed onto his lap, his arms locking around you.

“At least everyone knows who makes you feel so good, mh?” His eyes lock onto yours “Mh..Could say the same for you. You kept whimpering” He chuckled “Cause your a dirty little minx and kept clenching around me”

Your voice lowered “Oh and you didn’t like that?” Max eyes glinted with a hint of lust “I didn’t say that, did I?” You shake your head and place a kiss on his jaw.

“Lifje, jesus. We have a meeting over this.” You chuckled but kept placing wet kisses on his jaw and neck. His hand suddenly grabbed your throat.

“Enough, before you’ll see what happens. You know I don’t like bad girls” He grumbled “And you’re my good girl, right?” You nod, unable to form words “Good. Now let’s go”

The walk into the paddock the next day was weird to say the least. Even tho you both showed up confidently.

Headline over headline was thrown your way.

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Enews

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Enews Even after yesterdays Events, Max Verstappen and Y/n Y/l/n strutted into the paddock. L/n more than Verstappen. He seemed more quiet and intimidated by the loud media and quickly went into his garage. Y/n went over to fans, signed stuff and took pictures with Fans. Once the tape was mentioned she rolled her eyes but laughed a little “Of course it’s not great but there’s nothing I can do now so..Yeah We’re good.I think there could’ve been worse leaked so..” She shrugged and then answered why Max simply slipped into the garage “He’s just annoyed by it so leave Max be a little, yeah?”

user93 NOT GREAT? Maybe not for you but jeez..Mans been hitting it good :o

user29 No wonder the man is always calm, he’s got himself a relief there 😨

user74 can’t get over the fact that he called her ‘good girl’ HOW IS SHE SURVIVING?!

user82 There’s more proof that they’re the hottest couple ever

user26 love how light she’s taking it (the leak not max)

user97 just died at this 😭

user63 man is packing 😃

After the race, neither you or Max went into the interviews. To exhausted by all the pressure and questions about the tape. Yet you had to because you both got on the podium with Charles.

You were sitting between them, fidgeting with the microphone. Max seemed more relaxed than he did this morning. He looked over to you and nudged your knee with his.

He mouthed ‘You okay?’ You nodded and smiled shortly. Luckily the reporters respected your wish that there were no questions about the tape. Well, until the last reporter started asking about the tape. Before you or Max could say something, Charles spoke up.

“I don’t think this is necessary. They both have been so kind about the prying eyes and questions, kept their calm but it’s enough. This was a complete invasion of their private life and it’s so disrespectful. You wouldn’t want that happening to you either, right? It’s so brave that they actually sat down here, even tho they knew there was a high chance of this happening. This is supposed to be about our cars and performance, not any disgusting invasion of privacy.”

You smiled at Charles and so did Max. He shot you both a smile back and the reporter just went back to his seat.

After you wrapped up and walked to your car with Max, you saw charles walking across the parking lot. You pulled at Max’s shirt “We should say thank you, don’t you think” He nodded “I’ll go” You say and jog over to the Ferrari driver.

“Charles!” He turned around and his tense expression immediately relaxed “Yeah?”

“I-No we wanted to thank you again. It was really kind of you in there” He smiled “No problem. It’s just so unfair for you two. Really sorry that people are like this” You chuckle “As long as you’re not like them” He shook his head and laughed “Absolutely not”

She gave him a quick hug “See you next week” He nodded “Rest well” You smile “You too”

You walked back to your car and sat in the passenger seat “Still glad that it wasn’t Vegas 21 to be honest” Max said while keeping his eyes on the road “Yeah, That would’ve been a bigger scandal than this one.”

Max nodded and laid his hand on your left thigh “Well be alright” You placed your hand on top of his “Yes we will. Especially with you by my side” He chuckled “I love you”

“I love you more”

I randomly had this idea while making a Lewis edit. Don’t ask how the hell that was connected but here we are.

Do you want a part where you see what happens in Vegas?:0

I didn’t proofread cause it’s like past midnight and I’m way to tired to I apologise for any mistakes 🤧

Vegas Part

[itsnotyouithink]

HALLOWEEN ROMANCE

pairing: fem!reader x cheryl blossom

summary: reader goes to a halloween party and her crush on cheryl blossom continues.

warnings: smoking, underage drinking, parental abuse

a/n: happy halloween to all who celebrate & please be careful tonight!!

not my gif!

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Riverdale has spooky Halloweens. It may be from the haunting spirits that walk the streets and get a booth in Pop’s Diner on the daily, or just because it’s Riverdale — and Riverdale is spooky. The Devil’s holiday was a year long thing in the town. Everyday felt like Halloween for civilians of the small town. You felt like your life was the holiday on repeat — you were just dressing as yourself with a fake mask.

You felt like Halloween wasn’t much of a big deal. The only thing you truly liked about it was the dressing up. The iconic Mean Girls quote bounced off the walls of your brain when you argued with your brother as you two got out of the car, “In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it.” You quoted to yourself and your brother beside you who rolled his eyes.

Your brother, Sweetpea, had been ranting about how you dressed too sexy and exposed, afraid some guy was going to try to make a pass at you. You were dressed as Lola Bunny from Looney Tunes, a character you had admired since you heard about her. The costume was more exposed than you generally dressed from day-to-day. Short shorts, a crop top that was basically a sports bra and bunny ears. “Come on, Sweets! Stop being like this, you know I never dress like this.”

“So why are you starting now?” He squinted his eyes at you. You know his argument was coming from a place of kindness and being the protective brother he was, but it was still annoying.

“Just give me a break, please?” You huffed, “By tomorrow, I’ll be back in my cute little Betty Cooper dress with a Serpent jacket, don’t you worry.” You rolled your eyes and poked the sides of your brooding brother who just rolled his eyes once more.

Then a thought popped into his small mind.

“You’re dressed like that for Cheryl Blossom.” He snapped his fingers in front of your face. The two of you were walking down the crowed driveway of Thistlehouse. It was the night of Halloween, and Cheryl Blossom had decided to throw a Halloween bash.

“I’m not.”

“You so are.”

“No I am not!”

“You’re blushing and everything!” He laughed and pointed at your blushing cheeks at the thought of your crush on the schools most popular girl. You have had a crush on Cheryl since the closing of Southside High and the enrollment to Riverdale High. You were expected to hate her because you were a Serpent, but you couldn’t help but be completely drawn in by her.

You never said anything about liking her to her ever, especially once she started dating Toni Topaz — one of your old kindergarten best friends. Your friendship had died out even if she was best friends with your brother and mutual friends.

The two of you got to the front door before inviting yourselves in, quickly seeing your close circle of friends by the corner.

“Y/N! Look at you!” Kevin whistled as the duo got closer. You blushed as your friends complimented you each, Veronica squeezing your arm, “Damn, you look hot!”

Archie rolled his eyes before taking Veronica by her hips and back into his chest, “Yeah, Y/N you look good. Great costume.” Him and Veronica dressed as Hercules and Megara.

“Thanks, Arch.”

“You look amazing, Y/N/N. I see you’re getting out your comfort zone.” Betty commented playfully as she took a sip from her red cup. You lightly chuckled before noticing her outfit as well, her and Jughead dressed as Sandy in the latex suit and Danny Zuko from Grease, “I could say the same to you, Betts. I see you’re in the last musical number of Grease.”

“Don’t I just look positively dashing in my costume?” Jughead sarcastically said, pushing out jazz hands towards you, referring to his Serpent leather jacket and sloppily slicked back hair. You rolled your eyes before taking the drink Sweetpea handed towards you, “Sure, Jug. Sure.”

After that, the group fell into light conversation that was filled with laughs and jokes. “I see Choni is back together.” Veronica commented, taking a sip of her alcohol as she eyed the ex-couple.

“What?” You furrowed your brows before glancing towards Sweetpea and looking behind you at the sight. You knew you never had an actual shot with Cheryl, but the fact she wasn’t dating Toni anymore helped the hope that filled in your chest that maybe, just maybe, she would like you back.

You felt like you couldn’t compete with a girl like Toni Topaz, who was perfect in every way.

Cheryl and Toni had a couples costume. The redhead was Poison Ivy while Toni was Harley Quinn. They looked perfect.

And yet.

You sighed and turned back around with a shrug, “They’re Choni, how could they not?”

No one else knew about your crush on Cheryl besides Sweetpea. It was stupid for you to tell him because he constantly made jokes about it and teased you til the sun rose. You expected him to hate you for it, but it was the opposite. He hadn’t seen you so head-over-heels for someone since your ex-girlfriend from Southside High, who thankfully got transferred to Seaside High. That relationship was the definition of a heartbreak mess.

“Have you guys seen what Ethel is wearing?” And just like that, the topic was dropped.

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After you danced with Veronica and your friends a few times, you went outside to get fresh air and away from the sweaty bodies and atmosphere that surrounded you. You found a door by the dining table that lead to the quiet outside porch. When you slid the door open, Cheryl Blossom was leaning against the wooden railing with a cigarette between her fingers and a face of confusion.

You thought about going inside but as soon as you turned, she spoke to you. “You can join me, if you want. I don’t bite.” She took another hit from her cigarette before her arm hung over the side of the railing lazily, she blew the smoke with a soft cloud.

“I didn’t take you as a smoker.”

She shrugged, “Daddy smoked all the time before he died. So did Jason.” she cleared her throat, looking off to the dark, midnight distance, “I don’t usually smoke.”

You nodded before taking your spot beside her, your forearms leaning against the wooden banister like she was. She held the cigarette in front of you, offering it to you. You took it before placing it in your lips — you felt her watching you. “I didn’t take the golden girl of the Southside as a smoker either.”

You blew the smoke from your lips easily, “I grew up in a biker gang, what did you expect?” The two of you lightly giggled before you shook your head, “I actually got smoking from my father too. He does it everyday, all the time. Our trailer, clothes, furniture — all of it, smells like his cigarettes. They’re so normal that you even get burned with them.”

The redhead rose her eyebrows before glancing towards you, who now looked into the midnight distance. You glanced at her, her brown eyes melting into your own. “I tend to overshare.” You airily chuckled before passing the cigarette back to the redhead.

“According to Toni, I don’t share enough.” She quietly scoffed. You smiled towards the redhead with a smirk, “Aw, trouble in paradise?”

She rolled her eyes at you, “Shut up.”

“I was just joking, Cheryl.” You laughed at the small pout on her lips. “If you, like, need to talk .. I’m here.”

She looked over at you and sighed, a few beats of silence, “I broke up with her because I was attracted to someone else and I couldn’t disrespect Toni with having feelings for her and someone else. And .. we didn’t plan on going as Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn together it just . . . happened.”

You couldn’t lie and say your heart didn’t sing at the fact she was indeed single and she had a crush on someone that could be you. “What’s the problem besides an accidental couples costume.”

“I’m not sure the girl I like, likes me back.” She looked at you with masked hopeful eyes. She wanted some type of clue to see if you liked her back, but you kept up tall, guarded walls around you when it came to romance and relationships. There was a rumor you had a thing for Veronica, but that was quickly denied. But even after that, the towns most strategic and sneakiest gossips couldn’t get to the bottom of who the golden girl from the Southside wanted to truly date and fall in love with.

You glanced at her with a shrug, “Tell her you like her. If she doesn’t, then she’s simply a fool.” You left it at that and walked back inside where you felt like you took your first true deep breath.

“Y/N! Where were you? We should dance!” Veronica took your hand and tried guiding you into the pool of sweaty, drunk high schoolers but you were pulled away by your other hand and pushed into someone.

You were pulled into Cheryl’s chest, you hands on the side of her shoulders to catch yourself.

The next thing you knew, she had her hand on your cheek, a hand on your waist and her lips on yours. It was warm, and gentle, a kiss you had been dreaming and imagining about since the middle of sophomore year. “Are you a fool, Y/N?” She mumbled when the two of you pulled away.

You cheeks were red, your pupils were dilated and your skin burned with her touch. “I suppose not, Blossom.” The two of you smiled before she kissed you again, and again, and again.

The entire night was filled with dancing, Cheryl Blossom with her hands on your waist as you refilled your cup of alcohol, and the never ending teasing of your friends.

Maybe Halloween wasn’t as terrible as you thought it would be.

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— Andrew Lees+Lili Reinhart | crackship.

Andrew Lees as Lucien Castle + Lili Reinhart as Betty Cooper [The Originals x Riverdale Crossover]

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Madelaine//unscripted

Request: idk if requests are open but could you do and imagine where the cast is filming a scene and madelaine says as cheryl “How’s your boyfriend” and readers like “I don’t have a boyfriend” and madelaine says “oh I know I was just trying to remind u” and readers like “How’s your brother” and everyone starts bursts out laughing because it wasn’t scripted

hey! this was really fun to write so i hope you like it! and sorry it’s a little short. there’s a tiny hint of romance between reader and madelaine right at the end!

“Oh God.” Betty groans under her breath before her eyes meet Cheryl’s through the mirror. You tear your gaze away from the sink, shutting off the water before finding the source of Betty’s sudden annoyance. 

You roll your eyes when you see the redhead, her gaze already set on you and a smirk pulling on her lips as she looks you up and down. 

Finally Veronica joins in on the staring contest, putting the lipstick back in her bag and turning around. You and Betty share a tired look before following suit and for a few seconds, everything is quiet. 

Veronica looks annoyed as she picks at her newly manicured nails. Betty chews on her lip nervously as she glances between the slightly wet floor and the girl stood in front of you. And you’re just bored, you already know how this interaction is going to go, you just wish you could hurry up and get to it. 

Cheryl will say something rude, in a sickly sweet tone accompanied by a matching smile. And Betty will have to stop either you or Veronica from saying/doing something stupid. 

“Good morning to you too blondie.” Cheryl chirps, she’s far too happy at 7:30am and the tone of her voice causes a dull pain to form in the back of your head. Great, she’s been here for less that 30 seconds and she’s already given you a headache. 

Betty forces a smile at her cousin, a last ditch attempt to not end yet another interaction in a fight. But Cheryl ignores her, and instead of mirroring the clearly fake smile and moving on, her eyes narrow as she tries to figure out how else she can make the three of you miserable. 

“Move.” She barks and barges her way past you and Betty. Betty quickly moves to the side, rubbing her shoulder subtly as she quickly gathers up her things. But you don’t budge, instead you let her shoulder connect with your collarbone and stand your ground. 

“Nah.” You shrug and she pauses. Veronica and Betty share a worried look, they’ve been here before and it ended with you having a bloody nose and Cheryl a black eye that ruined picture day for that years yearbook. And as funny as it was to see Cheryl try and cover the bruise with enough makeup caked on her face to sink a ship, the days that followed were not funny. 

“I’m sorry.” She blinks and turns quickly. “Did you not hear me. I said move.” She continues and pokes a long finger nail into your shoulder. You look down in disgust, a frown pulling onto your lips as you look between her hand and you. 

“Y/n, it’s fine. Just leave it.” Betty says in an attempt to get the three of you out of the bathroom and into class in one piece. 

“Normally I wouldn’t agree with Betty but this really isn’t worth it Y/n.” Veronica adds making you roll your eyes. 

“Actually.” You argue. “I think it is worth it. Because we were here first, and if Cheryl wants something she should learn to ask nicely. She’s not bratty child anymore who can throw a tantrum and get what she wants.” You say, making sure to look at her as you talk and her eyes narrow at your words. 

“I-” She’s about to argue when you hold a hand, effectively shushing her and a small adrenaline rush courses through your veins. 

“So, why don’t you ask nicely and then maybe we’ll move. But really Cheryl, using violence as the answer? No wonder Toni left you. She may be a serpent but even you were too much for her.” 

Shit

Okay, maybe you went a little too far. Even Veronica looks scared for what’s about to happen which does little to help you feel confident. However you refuse to let Cheryl believe that she can just push people around, and yeah it was a little harsh but maybe it’s what she needed. 

Hurt flashes through her eyes as her composure falters for a few seconds. But as quickly as it disappears, her confidence comes back and she stands up straighter, folding her arms over her chest as the signature smirk finds its way back to her lips. 

“Y/n? How’s your boyfriend?” She asks and you frown in confusion. You send a quick glance to Veronica and Betty, both of whom just shrug and look back at the redhead. 

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” You reply and a small giggle leaves her lips. 

“I know, I was just reminding you.” She says making you stiffen and glare at her. 

“Hey Cheryl?” You ask making her hum as she smirks proudly to herself. “How’s your brother?” You say, maintaining eye contact and a surprised laugh escapes her lips. 

“Cut!” Someone behind you shouts. Lili is the second one to break character, laughing loudly and soon she’s joined by the rest of the cast and crew. You try so hard to keep a straight face, but when Mads looks at you, you know you can’t help it anymore and snort a laugh. 

“I’m really sorry.” You say through giggles. “But it was right there. You all would have been more annoyed if I didn’t say it.” 

“Sure they would have.” Cami rolls her eyes at you playfully.  

“Ouch. That was cold Y/n.” Madelaine says, holding a hand over her heart and you shove her gently. “And now violence. Maybe you should be playing Cheryl.” 

“Nobody plays evil bitch better than you babe.” 

“Aw-hey!” 

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𝕦𝕘𝕙, 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕝𝕝 — 𝕥𝕔

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SUMMARY: Ugh, high school. Best four years of nothing. Raging mood swings and sporadic acne. All on top of balancing mean girls, douche bag guys, and cocky jocks. Best four years? Yikes image peaking in high school.

“Oh come on (Y/n). It’s a party, you don’t have to wear something scandalous but at least something cute. What do you think of this?” Marina holds up a tank top so sheer I can practically see her through it. She mirrors my confusion as we both stare at each other.

“What the hell is that?” I ask. Ivy glances up from her phone but only chuckles and looks back down.

“In what universe did you think (Y/n) would wear that Mina?” Ivy says as Marina exclaims it is only a camisole. Nodding my head I raise an eyebrow at her until she puts the shirt down.

“How about this one? Simple dark crop-top you can pair it with some jeans and jewelry. Super cute and comfortable,” Marina gives the shirt a wiggle for emphasis and pairs it with a big smile. I only grimace, what’s wrong with sweats and cropped sweaters? She sighs turning back to her bag in defeat, she has more clothes in the bag but she stuffs her two shirts away, “Fine but I heard Declan’s going to be there tonight.”

“Having this information would only be useful if (Y/n) would just take a breath and talk to him. Hell freezing over is more likely than that,” Ivy focuses on her eyeliner as she pulls no punches from my direction. Marina huffs Ivy’s name in a patronizing tone as we both stare at her.

“Do you always have to be a bitch?” I ask, rolling my eyes and she pauses as if she thinks it over, before nodding her head. We fall back into a comfortable silence with ease, sitting on Ivy’s words she’s not wrong. Every time I try to speak to Declan, I freeze—or in the wise words of Cady Heron, word vomit. “I think I will stick to my beloved grey sweats and drum roll please.”

“Oh no,” Ivy says, laying across my bed resting her head in hand while Marina sits on my beanbag chair forcing a smile.

“Princess and the Frog cropped shirt. Super cute and screams me,” I say, relishing in how they both shake their heads at my plain outfit choice.

“You should listen to your friends lovey. Vintage is back right? I have some super cute mom jeans from the nineties. Want me to get them out of the attic for you?” My mom beams in the doorway, I see her more excited at the prospect of me going to a party than my all A report cards.

“It could be super cute with this crop top,” Marina says, taking the black crop top from her bag. My mom squeals with excitement before disappearing down the hall.

“Not necessary Mom my outfits chosen,” I call out but she ignores me as I hear the ladder fall. Marina and Ivy giggle at my mothers excitement, I groan knowing I will now spend the next hour bickering with her about the jeans.

“I have such a crush on your Mom,” Ivy says, ignoring her comment I pull my hoodie over my head before switching into the princess and the frog shirt. The loose shirt pairs well with my sweatpants and I am ready for the party I plan to stay at for two hours max.

The next three hours consist of my mother trying to convince me to wear the jeans, Marina trying to put makeup on me, and Ivy being Ivy. On our way out of the door my dad reminds me of my curfew and if anything they can come get us if need be.

Mackenzie’s house is large. The room reeks of cheap perfumes, weed, and beer. I cringe at the loud music and packed living room. My parents would kill me if I did this to our house. Ivy and Marina are greeted by several of our peers with enthusiasm, my hellos feel as though they are tapered onto the end out of courtesy.

“I think there’s more space in the back to dance,” Marina says, locking arms we all work our way through the house to discover an even more ridiculous backyard. From the large in ground pool to the granite floors—I am undoubtedly in awe. Scanning the crowd I see no sight of Declan.

“Come dance with us,” Ivy says as Marina pulls an imaginary rope toward herself from my direction. I shake my head reminding them that I do not dance.

“Yeah you do,” Marina grabs my wrist pulling me in between both herself and Ivy. I stick out like a sore stiff thumb with them dancing around me. Ivy’s fiery look makes the swaying of her hips sexy, Marina’s ethereal look makes her enchanting as she moves as if no else matters. I look foolish as I grimace and bop like something constricts every muscle in my body.

“I’ve seen you dance (Y/n) let loose, you're a great dancer,” Ivy says, reminding her there is a huge difference between here and my bedroom. I take two steps back from them still just barely moving to the music.

“Oh wow all this dancing really tired me out. I’m going to find a drink,” I hear them both scoff at my exit but neither of them follow me inside. The music is somehow ten times louder inside and I work my way toward the kitchen with ease. I fill a red solo cup with cranberry juice and a little bit of vodka while pecking at the open bag of potato chips.

“Glad I’m not the only one looking for snacks,” My throat sinks to my stomach as I look over my left shoulder. Declan reaches down grabbing a chip looking down at me. I fail to shake the shock and at this point I am just staring at him. “Earth to (Y/n).”

“Uh sorry I um—yeah,” Why am I such an idiot? He chuckles asking me if I am having fun. Scratching the back of my neck I cringe almost on instinct, “I guess.”

He chuckles again, wetting his lips as he leans down toward me. What the hell? My heart is hammering as if it wants to jump out of my chest, “Between you and me. I’m not having much fun either.”

I let out a laugh as he leans back up and grabs a few more chips. Still I have not completed a single sentence since he joined me. Taking a deep breath I fiddle with my fingers. My mind races to think of something to say as I try to calm my nerves before speaking up. “I—“

Before I can speak Evan Meisters at Declan’s side pulling him off to join the other football players. My shoulders fall in defeat as I scold myself for once again getting in my own head.

“Double-A were running low on snacks?” Closing my eyes I know Timothèe stands behind me with a shit eating grin and something stupid to say. “You look very underdressed for a food station attendant.”

“Very funny,” Rolling my eyes he takes my cup from my hands and brings it to his lips.

“Vodka cran. Very classy,” He says, smirking as he continues my drink.

“You keep up and I’m going to think you have a crush on me Chalamet,” I say and he holds my gaze as he finishes my cup.

“You think poking fun of you is how I flirt?” He asks. Given the lack of originality it would not shock me if that is how he flirts. We both know I am kidding but a glint sits in his eyes that makes me shift but I cannot let him see me falter. He closes the space between us and chuckles playing with the hem of my shirt. “Wanna get out of here?”

I cannot lie. For a second—scratch that a millisecond the white button up, blue jeans, and gold chain was doing something. I flick his forehead before pouring myself another drink. His laughters non stop as he joins me in making himself another drink.

“Your ladies look amazing out there, have either of them asked about me?” He asks, taking a sip of my drink he does the same as we linger by the snacks and drink table.

“When I told them you were here I could practically hear their ovaries exploding. Marina’s eyes glowed like—like fairies and Ivy wept thanking the heavens for the opportunity to be in your presence. It was so powerful that they just started dancing together,” He laughs at my mocking tone, calling me insufferable. Any chance of me enjoying this party drains as Bianca joins Timothèe's side.

“Hey B what’s up?” He says nonchalantly and I frown, how the hell could he not worry about their interactions. The two of them hooking up is a ticking time bomb just waiting to erupt.

“Want to hang out later?” She asks, tilting her head forward, her dark hair frames her face making her dark eyes more noticeable. She’s wearing a dark crop top and denim skirt with waist beads.

“Tempting but I can’t tonight I have to help my mom move some furniture early in the morning,” My head whips toward him as the words leave his lips. If Bianca did not treat me as a ghost she would see my face and know he was lying. Bianca sighs and stalks off into the party leaving Timothèe to avoid my gaze.

“Um, why not just say no?” I ask, glazing over the comment about his mother he seems thankful for it.

“It’s never that simple. They always find a way around my no. I think I would need to have a girlfriend for them to back off,” He says, finishing my cup I shrug muttering that he should find a girlfriend then before leaving him at the table.

I leave the party without Ivy and Marina, it’s only a fifteen minute well lit walk to which I text them proof of life while in my bedroom. Turning on Project Runway, I make a bowl of popcorn and cozy up on the couch. I get through half an episode before knocking on the back glass door makes me flinch. It is faint and the porch lights are off—they are motion sensors. Tensing up I consider screaming for my parents to come down as the house grows eerily quiet. I almost do as Timothèe’s face appears in the kitchen window, he points toward the back door before disappearing.

“Are you insane?” I whisper letting him into the house. I turn the tv back on as a smokescreen. My parents would not care if they found Timothèe in the house but I still have no desire to wake them and be pestered with questions about the party.

“Love this episode by the way and you are a genius. I need your help getting Mackenzie and Bianca off my back,” He speaks fast and the smile on his lips tells me whatever he is about to say is going to idiotic. “Let’s pretend we are feeling each other and might date.”

“Why the hell would I do that?” I ask snatching my bowl of popcorn from his fingers as he helps himself.

“First I’m your best friend,” He says, holding up his hands gesturing to the many pictures on the wall of my living room. Timothèe’s and I are in a large amount of them together. Even his soccer photos reside on our fridge, my mom loves him.

“First friend,” I point out and he flips me off while stealing another piece of popcorn.

“Second, we can so pull off having chemistry. People mistake friendships for more all the time. Last I can help you get with Declan Knight,” Narrowing my eyes I scrunch my nose and he continues, “If we start hanging out people are going to ask questions. Girls are not the only ones who gossip, the guys are going to want to know why (Y/n) Acevedo. Then I tell them how cool you secretly are.”

“Just because we are hanging out does not mean that is going to draw Declan’s interest in me,” I point out, nodding his head. I wait for the shoe to drop knowing there is no way this plan carries out without something I do not like.

“Okay we are going to have to do a little bit of a look change,” He says, laying back on the couch I let out a long sigh.

“How different?” I ask and he bites his bottom lip grimacing at my cat pajama pants and SpongeBob shirt. “Seriously it’s that bad?”

“You have uni-boob, your posture sucks, and your comfy looks would look better if you put more effort into your hair” He lists off without a care and my jaw drops.

“How the hell did you get into Project Runway?”

“Remember the day you kicked me out because I thought you were depressed but you were actually just being extremely lazy?” Nodding my head I remembered I kept telling him to stop looking in my window. Yes I had been Project Runway all weekend and not leaving my room unless it was to pee but still. “I got curious how you could watch it so religiously but then I fell deep into that rabbit hole for a couple of days. So are you in?”

[inforeinhartbr]

LILI E DYLAN ? SIM, LILI E DYLAN 🥹

[calliettes-posts]

I NEED Sarah Catherine Hook, Lili Reinhart and Haley Lu Richardson to be in a comedy-related project together, that'd be so hilarious

[itsnotyouithink]

RAINY DAYS

fem!reader x cheryl blossom

summary; you told cheryl you would be there for her whenever she needed someone. so when she shows up on your doorstep soaked in rainwater with the argument that you were the problem because of the way you made her feel, you couldn’t help but listen.

warnings; mentions of parent arguments (?), mentions of being poisoned, angst and fluff

a/n: kinda new theme ig

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It was a rainy day in Riverdale and while there was chaos in the streets and on peoples doorsteps with mysterious tapes, you were wrapped up in a blanket on your couch watching one of your favorite movies. When suddenly, there was a knock on your door which quickly made you pause your movie.

You opened the door, Cheryl Blossom on her front step with tears streaming down her fair cheeks and her hair soaked to the sides of her face. “You said if I ever needed help, you would be there. So, I need help and I’m here.” The redhead gulped, her hands playing with the end of her expensive skirt unknowingly.

You raised your brows, a light nod as you stepped back from the wooden door, letting the girl in. “Yeah, of course. What’s wrong?”

Cheryl told her exactly what was wrong. It was you. You were the problem that constantly replayed in her mind like her favorite record. Because in all honesty, you were her favorite everything. In the cruel town of Riverdale, you were that face she relied on to make her smile, laugh and enjoy the happy moments she was given. And lately, in every happy moment she was given, you were in it.

“Me?” Your eyebrow made a slight crinkle in confusion. “I’m the problem?”

You were confused. Like, majorly confused. You and Cheryl had a close friendship that started when you transferred to Riverdale High in the middle of the year when the Black Hood attacks first started. But now, it was your senior year in high school and the Black Hood felt like a past nightmare. Even through the trauma Penelope Blossom put you through last year, trapping you in the woods to play a sick game, that ended with you almost dying from poison, the friendship you and Cheryl had just kept getting stronger.

There was a time where Vixens practice had ended and it was just the two of you in the locker room. You were in a bra and underwear while Cheryl was almost completely dressed. You saw her glance at you when you had your back minimally turned, her gaze lowering until you turned around to your locker again for your skirt and shirt. When you turned, she blocked her face with her locker and you didn’t think much about it — you changed in front of each other all the time so it wasn’t particularly unknown.

Unknowingly to you, Cheryl’s cheeks were flustered and her eyes squeezed shut as she quietly gulped to herself as two main thoughts were rushing through her head. One; her best friend was gorgeous. Two; she thought of her best friend the way she thought about Toni that time in the diner where they held hands and the Serpent told her she was sensational.

It was when Cheryl and Toni broke up when things started to get intense and awkward for the both of you. It was the time when you had started noticing certain things about Cheryl that you couldn’t get out of your head.

“. . . These are signs that you have a crush on Cheryl, Y/N.” Veronica lightly smiled at you. She patted your back when the two of you were behind the bar as you mindlessly watched Cheryl dance on La Bonne Nuit’s dance floor with another girl. “It’s senior year and you have nothing to loose. I say go for it.”

The thing was, you did have something to loose.

The Blossoms weren’t the most loved in town and were deemed the Devil’s family. Ghosts and zombies were rumored to walk the halls of Thistlehouse and Thornhill. Your parents didn’t exactly like Cheryl all that much — mostly because of her mother. However, your little sister loved her to pieces.

When she played dress up with your innocent 7-year old sister, that’s when you said to yourself, “Holy shit, I’m infatuated with Cheryl Blossom.”

You were also scared about the redheads ex-girlfriend, Toni Topaz. You were never close to Toni and only kept a few conversations with her in the time you spent at school. But you did know that Toni was a sweetheart — until it came to the people she loved. And Cheryl, was someone she loved and still continued to love.

You never got the full story but the rumor traveling through Riverdale High was that Cheryl was the one to breakup with Toni, which was a surprise to you when Cheryl would go on and on about how amazing her girlfriend was. The only thing you knew for a fact, was that Toni Topaz glared at you every time you walked down the halls but you brushed that off with the theory of it just being because you and her ex-girlfriend were best friends.

You were completely wrong.

“Yes, Y/N. You are the problem!” Cheryl shouted, catching you off-guard. You were home alone, making her escalated voice practically echo through your bedroom. The redhead squeezed her eyes shut, before taking a deep breath. She knew you didn’t like when someone yelled towards you or aggressively shouted because of the past with your parents and there arguments. “I can’t have these type of thoughts towards you because you’re my best friend but, it’s you. And you make all of my happiest moments feel like a euphoric event and my lowest points more bearable . . . because you’re there for me.”

You were in the middle of your bedroom, standing in front of your best friend speechless. She took a step towards you. “You are,” she took a breath, “the most gorgeous and kind-hearted person I’ve ever met. And I think about the small things you do daily like some sappy, broken record. Like, the way you love music so much that you write your favorite song lyrics in the corner of the worksheets we get in class, or how you’re the best older sister to S/N. I’m stupid that I hadn’t connected the dots sooner.”

She talked quickly and breathlessly, her hands moving with every word. “A—and, I don’t know why I’m here practically spilling my guts but, I just wanted you to know.” She got quieter as the last sentence left her red colored lips.

You two were close in proximity. You stood there in silence, everything she confessed registering in your head. The small things. “I saw you look at me in the locker room.” Your voice small and quiet, “And during the football game against Stonewall, I couldn’t help but think the way you looked at me during Cherry Bomb was something other than platonic.” You looked up towards the ceiling for a second while quietly gulping under Cheryl’s gaze. You two were so close that the redhead could pull you by your hips and kiss your worries away.

You looked at her and sighed, “I don’t want to sound like a self-absorbed bitch or something but when the rumors of you and Toni breaking up after the football game surfaced . . . I just couldn’t help but think that maybe it was because . . .” You didn’t finish your sentence, fearful you would be wrong and make an embarrassment out of yourself.

“You were right.” She whispered softly, her hands gripping you waist and pressing you into her while your hands caught yourself against her chest. “I couldn’t think of another woman while dating Toni. It was morally wrong so, I had to because I knew that you would be on my mind for the rest of eternity.”

You glanced down and let out a breath, your cheeks heating up while butterflies flew in your stomach. You looked up to find Cheryl already looking towards you. Her right hand leaving you waist and lightly placed on your cheek.

Your lips were gently placed on hers in a long, sweet kiss that was filled with love as the two of you grinned into each press your lips took. Your arms wrapped behind her neck as you pressed yourself into her. When the two of you separated you smiled and pecked her semi-swollen lips. “I’m going to get you a pair of pajamas because you’ve already made a trail of rainwater to my room.”

It was in that moment where nothing truly matter besides the two of you in your room under the comfort of blankets, television reruns and the sound of gentle kisses with love-filled and meaningful words as the two of you cuddled into each other on your bed. Not the revenge Toni Topaz would seek when the two of you would walk through the halls hand-in-hand that coming Monday, or the thoughts of your parents disapproval.

Just the two of you. In your own world. Against all evil.

[felteverywhere]

the cold must remind me of the evil cold bitch that is minty thornwood bc apparently i only write her in august...... it’s very fun when muse for a character pops up again and especially when that character is the devil if she was in a sorority 

[ninjaturtlemaniac]

which artist do you wish to have a voice in the next trolls movie?

Hello Gorgeous 💖

They should do the equivalent with Anna Kendrick with what they did with Justin Timberlake and NSYNC.

PITCH PERFECT VOICES!

I mean they already had Skylar Austin (Jesse in Pitch Perfect) as Branch in the TV Show.

ESTER DEAN we were ROBBED. She is Cynthia Rose in Pitch Perfect and she voices Legsly. They have this absolutely legendary singer/songwriter/actress and Legsly is barely in the movie! 🔥 I think they should use her again in the future and actually utilize her voice which is why I cast her as one of my OCs. 😊

But I can imagine them casting Ruby Rose as a random Troll. Not sure who, maybe a Rock Troll. Ohhh she can be my other OC 😈 sweet.

Should I just write an OC list with their voices? Okay you talked me into it. ❤️‍🔥💋

Main Characters Children:

Princess Harmony 🎶 - Lili Reinhart (Betty from Riverdale)

Princess Rosiepuff 🌹- Hailee Steinfeld (Pitch Perfect)

Prince Ace - Currently a baby but when he is older? Jesse McCartney.

Princess Clover 🍀- Hilary Duff (Lizzie McQuire)

Prince Birdie 🐦- Juan Pablo De Pace (Fernando in Fuller House)

Angel 🪽- Donald Glover (Childish Gambino)

Phoenix 🔥- Jared Padalecki (Sam from Supernatural)

Sugar Gals:

Sable 🍸- Emmy Rossum (Fiona from Shameless)

Sage 🛍️- Amanda Seyfreid (Karen Sykes from Mean Girls)

Scout 🪖- Stephanie Beatriz (Rosa from Brooklyn 99)

Summer 🫧- Ester Dean (Cynthia Rose from Pitch Perfect)

Sonnet 🎨- Kerry Washington (Olivia Pope from Scandal)

Floyd's Ex Boyfriend Saga:

Cider 🍺- Robert Patrick (Terminator)

Steel 🎸- Will Arnett (Arrested Development)

Dom ❤️- Zachary Levi (Chuck/Shazam/Flynn Ryder)

Halen 🥀- Ruby Rose (From Pitch Perfect) (Dom's Sister named for Van Halen)

Cabaret 🪶 - Alex Brightman (Fizzarolli from Helluva Boss)

Jewel 💎- J.K Simmons (J. Jonah. Jameson in Spiderman)

These will most likely change 😈😝

[mrsreinhart]

Lili Reinhart - Grazia Italia Interview

In the cult TV series Riverdale we met her as an always fearless heroine, often forced to confront others and with herself. But even in real life American actress Lili Reinhart, 26, has often found herself having to look within to overcome difficulties.

At 14, when she was already determined to pursue a career in acting, she was diagnosed with a form of depression. Very young, she went through anxiety attacks and various kinds of difficulties, not least that body dysmorphic disorder that leads her to see herself differently from others and to suffer from some physical characteristics that she perceives in a distorted way.

Reinhart has therefore become the champion of the battles for mental health and for the acceptance of different types of beauty. She didn't hesitate to expose herself even to a global celebrity like the queen of social networks Kim Kardashian: the actress found that losing so much weight and in a short time to get into a dress that belonged to Marilyn Monroe was not a good example for her women who have difficulty accepting their body.

At the Women in Film Gala 2022, Lili then received the Max Mara Face of the Future award, dedicated to emerging actresses. «My family», declared Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti, «has built a company that honors and celebrates women, above all in the arts. We wanted to award the prize to a young artist who embodies our values, but who is still evolving. What Lili is going in is an excellent direction to follow.

I meet Reinhart in Los Angeles, while she's curled up in the make-up artist's chair for Grazia's fashion shoot that you see in these pages. She remains seated for a long time with her legs pulled up to her chest, a position that evokes the tenderness of a little girl. But she talks to me about serious topics and does it with honesty and depth, even when it comes to revealing the most intimate aspects of her life. She became a global celebrity thanks to the character of Betty Cooper in the TV series Riverdale, which reached its seventh season.

Do vou ever think that the success of this role has somehow slowed down your career as an actress?

I am grateful to Riverdale for everything it has brought me. If I'm sitting here with her now, it's because of the success of the show. But at some point in life, it's time to move on."

Do you feel that you have something to prove to others or to yourself?

I've been acting since I was 12, l've come a long way since then, but I think I haven't yet fulfilled my potential. And this is a challenge for myself. I want the actors who inspire me to talk about me, I want to go far and deserve it. For the past seven years, I've been doing a teen show, Riverdale, with a style that isn't necessarily. what i prefer. But Riverdale it has been incredibly successful and takes up practically all my time, so it has been difficult for me to seize other opportunities

Have you had to make many job cuts?

Last spring I was offered a role that I wanted to play with all my heart, but unfortunately the dates did not reconcile with the filming of the show. It was devastating to say no.

What was she like as a child? Did you imagine that when you grew up?

| was an introvert, I lived in my own little world and I always felt a bit isolated. I think I have an old soul, with my peers I felt like a fish out of water and I didn't quite understand which was the right place for me. Just yesterday I was talking to my mother about when I enjoyed dressing up as a child. We had a box full of costumes we'd collected over the years, I even changed three times a day. I put on plays and plays for my family, I always wanted to perform. So, in the end, I moved on to the theater up to television and cinema.

Was performing a way of expressing yourself?

Some people are naturally outgoing, funny. I felt I could only be by performing. I was very insecure and acting gave me the opportunity to explore sides of my personality that I would not have known otherwise.

And i also brought out a very intimate and vulnerable side by writing a book of poems, Swimming Lessons: Poems ("Swimming lessons: poems").

Yes, it was a time in my life when I felt like I wanted to. to do something that came exclusively from me and over which I had total creative control. I was very nervous at first, because it was a bit like sharing a diary with people who were ready to judge it and judge me. As an actress I feel safe, as a writer I don't: hence the negative comments on mine. book strengthened my fears. I know that no one would have paid attention to my poems if Lili the actress hadn't signed them, but I never had the claim. to establish myself as a writer. I'm a romantic and I just wanted to share a different side of me.

Don't you think maybe you're too hard on yourself?

I internalize a lot, especially the criticisms. After all, poetry is the way I express my emotions. What I wanted to convey was not, "Look at me, I'm a writer." | wanted to tell the people who follow me that I am an absolutely normal human being: I have feelings, insecurities, I struggle and face life's challenges just like anyone else.

She has often spoken about her insecurities, especially physical ones, and is a spokesperson for the "body positivity" for the acceptance of all physicalities. Do you remember the first time dysmorphia, a disorder you suffer from,presented itself?

I have an average build and, when I began to get to know the world of fashion and clothes better, I met models with very different physiques from mine. There have been times when the clothes they offered just didn't fit me. So I said to myself: "Why don't I have a smaller physique?". When a dress designed for someone two sizes smaller than you doesn't fit, you start to think you're wrong and you have to do something to fit the clothes. But in a young woman these thoughts can hurt a lot.

I recently Today, however, she sees her photos everywhere. What does it feel? She likes herself?

I talked about this with my therapist. In fact, I feel like i live in a sort of perpetual comparison with other, more glamorous versions of myself. I started acting as a child and learned that my body is always changing. Today I accept myself more and judge myself less, however Hollywood doesn't want you to get old and puts pressure on you for it. Don't you think it's crazy that at 26 | worry about not having the same face as when I was 19? Of course I don't have it! Even the one in these photos is certainly a more beautiful version of me: I'm not like this every day. Constantly having to show a better image of ourselves can play tricks on us, because it can make us believe that our everyday version is not enough.

And how does she find a way to get everyone along these versions of itself?

I can't, they don't get along. There is my everyday self that reminds Lili of the glamor that looks like this only if she is surrounded by professionals who they make up and comb her hair. But I'm making peace with the fact that first I have to learn to be okay with each version of me. For example, I now have an acne breakout. Who sees them? Acne has always triggered severe mental and emotional distress in me. It makes me feel bad and makes it difficult for me to appear in public or take pictures without makeup because I know my skin would otherwise look different than everyone expects. Instead I should think that a rash doesn't take anything away from me, it doesn't define me. It's always me. Unfortunately it's a constant struggle: I live in a world that demands perfection and, at times, I think I've begun to demand it too. But then I think that everything happens for a reason and maybe the reason why acne always shows up on my face is because I have to learn to love every season my skin and my body go through because that's right. I'm a human being, not a mannequin.

I couldn't help but notice the tattoo on her right forearm: an arrow.

I did it around 18, 19. It represents my battle against depression: an arrow can only go forward if it is first pulled back. It's like saying that, once you hit rock bottom, you can only go back up.

In which direction is it pointing then?

Forward, always. My mental health has its ups and downs and this arrow reminds me that I always manage to get out of it, because I'm a tireless fighter.

But, during this fight, I hope she takes moments to appreciate what she has achieved.

I appreciate my battles, it is thanks to them that I am such a strong person. I wouldn't change anything about me. Having had the experience of depression leads me to experience moments of joy more intensely and makes me establish healthier and deeper relationships. The moments of discouragement have taught me so much about myself and it is right that I experience them and face them when they arise, rather than trying to escape.

She was cast as the Max Mara Face of the Future. How does this recognition make you feel?

It's a complicated feeling to explain. It's hard for me to accept that people see me this way. I almost feel like I have imposter syndrome, because I don't think I've shown my worth as an actress yet. I have exposed myself as an activist for body positivity and mental health, but in my work I think I haven't given my best yet. I'm waiting for that opportunity, which is on the horizon, but l'm waiting. So to receive the award before I've even been able to demonstrate what I think I can do as an actress is very encouraging. And I'm grateful because this recognition makes me understand that l'm already doing something good.

-Credit to lililovebots on Twitter for posting the interview.

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anna wintour banned josh hartnett from the met gala due to being irrelevant claiming "what has he even done lately" and is now eating her words after his comeback. what a snob and I mean are we surprised, no, but how is she so proud in her lack of humility?

and apparently lili reinhart was also banned for making a comment about kim kardashian publicly talking about starving herself to fit into a marilyn monroe dress for the red carpet; a dress she shouldn't even have had in her possession anyway?? imagine getting banned from the met on behalf of kim kardashian of all people lmao.

after finding out all the shit I have about the met and the disgusting choice of theme this year (did they think people weren't going to find out?) I'm not going to be participating in giving a fuck next year or any year in the future. I'm highly disturbed by the tone they set in the wake of a genocide.

funny how she apologized for the "confusion" about the theme and also publicly put the blame on someone else for coming up with the "garden of time" but said it in such a way that eluded the accusations that it was based on any story which remained unmentioned.