#the fact that he’s alive and well and alive and annoying veronica to this day 🫶😌

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Pet (Part Fourteen)

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14th of December 2006, Volterra, Italy

Weeks passed by and soon the sticky warmth of summer turned into that coolness of Autumn. And a few weeks later, when December had arrived, the rain increased significantly along with the cold. The castle, that was pleasantly cool in the summer, was immensely cold in the winter. Thankfully for me, I no longer was obliged to wear the short dresses as I no longer was the secretary, but they still would appreciate it when I did. The past few months had been mostly filled by me learning all there is about the vampire world. Mostly by the kings and queens as they had been alive for around 3.000 years and new almost anything about how the word had changed, how the vampires had influenced those changes and soon they would teach me all about the other creatures roaming these lands or those who had once roamed here.

“It is quite easy. Just make sure no appointments clash. Make sure to keep feeding times in mind. The Masters, Mistresses and elite guard feed once every week on Mondays, while the rest of the guard feeds in groups every other week on Friday's. Feeding time is always between 13:00 and 15:00, and during those times you are prohibited from entering the throne room.” I explain to the new secretary, the third one since I retired from my position. Her name was Veronica, yet I didn't think she was the right one either for this job, just a pretty face like the last two were. She had beautiful dark skin and eyes that were almost black that complimented her black hair. Over all she was gorgeous, but I am not sure if she would fit for this job. Oh well, time will tell. “Do you have any more questions for me, Veronica?” I asked kindly. She returned the smile almost enthusiastic. “Thank you, Miss Mandy. I think I understand.” she said politely. I was still slightly taken back by the fact the secretaries called me ‘Miss’ now. It wasn't necessary for me but especially the kings and queens insisted on it. Claiming I was above the secretaries and other humans now. It was nonsense in my opinion, yet every time I tried protesting to it only ended up with me being spanked, kissed or fucked on the spot, so I had stopped complaining about it. Vampire truly were thick headedly stubborn when they make up their minds. “I am glad to hear that. If you do need me, I can usually be found in the library, my room or the Masters’ combined living quarters. Goodluck.” I said before turning around and making my way to the throne room. Caius and Athenodora would be teaching me about their war against the werewolves. One the couple had started centuries ago before even joining the Volturi.

Once I reached the heavy doors, I knocked on them and before I knew it, they were opened by Demetri and Felix, both with large smiles on their faces. “Micetta! We were starting to get worried that you might fancy spending time with the new secretary over us.” Demetri said in a playful mocking tone. I heard Heidi snort and a growl of annoyance from one of the queens. I giggled and pecked his lips as a greeting. “Never.” I quickly pecked Felix’ lips as well before moving Heidi who wrapped her arms around me and kissed me shortly but passionately, leaving my head spinning a bit. I quickly moved towards the kings and queens who were all gathered around a table in the corner of the throne room that was covered in many books in many different languages, both old and new. The kings all looked very handsome in their black suits. Aro and Caius were wearing a bloodred tie while Marcus’ tie was as black as his suit. The queens looked beautiful as always. Sulpicia was dressed in a gorgeous bloodred dress that seemed to be made out of liquid as it flowed around her tall frame. Athenodora, on the other hand, wore a dress made out of emerald green fabric that seemed to be very cosy yet expensive. Both their skirts reached just above their ankles while matching shoes and jewellery made their looks complete. I quickly pecked Aro and Sulpicia on their lips before moving to Marcus. He stood up and embraced me first before pecking my lips, making me blush a bit and him chuckle. I first pecked Caius on the lips who gave me a kind smile and finally I turned my attention to Dora. She smiled brightly at me and pulled me onto her lap. Her hand cupped my cheek and she kissed me quickly yet deeply. “I am glad you are not lost. Caius and I started to worry that you indeed fancied the new woman's company above ours.” she said with a playful pout. “Of course not, Mistress.” I said loyally making her pout turn into a grin. “Good, good. Now, let us start with today's lesson on the war against werewolves... And the reason why the goddess Athena was named after me.” she said winking. “Really?” I asked surprised. “Oh yes. We saved a couple villages back in the old days by killing many of the werewolves during their attacks. We had to use special blades made out of silver that were laced with our venom. Not exactly for the faint of heart to make and dangerous if done wrong. The chemical reaction of the silver, steel and our venom could prove lethal for most humans when inhaled.” Caius started to explain and I was immediately hooked onto his lips while Dora held me close in her lap, her chin lightly resting on my shoulder with her nose buried in my lose curls. “Really? What happens to the humans who tried making those swords?” I asked curiously which only seemed to fuel Caius’ enthusiasm to continue his story. “The damp coming from the weapons while being forged could burn the skin and make it even melt away at its mere touch. When inhaled, it would burn the human their lungs from the inside out, making them suffocate in mere, agonising minutes. Eventually, we had only vampires craft these weapons, but they had to be careful, as silver is a very delicate metal and we vampires sometimes have difficult controlling our strength. Also, the blood would be contaminated so the humans, once come in contact with these damps, were no longer of use to us.” He explained. He was about to continue his story when he suddenly stopped and every vampire in the room seemed to be on edge. Their relaxed faces and stances I had come accustomed to melted away into the ones usually meant for outsiders. Someone was approaching, someone who was not an ally. In the blink of an eye, I was on the other side of the throne room behind the actual thrones along with Dora and Sulpicia. Caius still stood standing up but now with his back towards the door, same as Marcus while Aro remained seated casually reading his book. Dora had put me into the only chair in front of the small table while Sulpicia had quickly placed three books in front of us, to make it seem we were

busy. Both Athenodora and Sulpicia stood on either side of me, in a casual yet protective manner. I frowned slightly at their quick change in behaviour and spot but Sulpicia gave me a look that said to not ask questions at this moment. So, I didn't and pretended to read the book in front of me. Sadly, for me, it was written in what I guessed was ancient Greek and I had absolutely no idea what it said. The doors busted open as Santiago walked into the throne room followed by another vampire. Her hair was pale, pale blonde, almost silver. It hung straight as a ruler to a blunt edge at her chin, parted evenly down the centre. She was very pale as every other vampire yet her eyes were different. They were the same golden colour as Alice and Edward Cullen had. Was she from the same coven? Caius loudly closed his book, making me flint slightly before turning around. I didn't need to see his face to know his usual scowl had returned as I saw the vampire woman flinch in her spot. “What do you want?” he asked suspicious. The woman's golden eyes quickly flashed to every vampire in the room yet they lingered on my form a little longer. “Hm?” Caius asked again growing annoyed at the woman's lack of response. The woman seemed to regain herself again and took a step forward while Felix, Demetri and Santiago stood on both her sides and behind her, ready to attack at any moment. Heidi, I had now realised, was standing near us in a protective manner. Probably in case the woman did manage to escape the three male vampires around her and planned on attacking the queens. The woman's attention was now fully on the three kings. She straightened her back and tried to not make her voice tremple. “I have to report a crime.” she started, sorrow deeply in her golden eyes. “The Cullens-” she started, gaining the attention of all three the kings and both queens. “- they have done something...” she tried to find the right word for the Cullens’ their crime. “-Terrible.” she finally decided. Aro quickly shut his book and rushed towards her. “Allow me, my dear?” he asked, his voice as sweet as sugar and as velvet as cotton candy. I had completely forgotten about pretending to seem busy as I watched Aro intensely. Marcus made his way besides Aro, but glanced at me first, giving me a reassuring look before his face turned like stone again as he faced the woman. Aro had by now grabbed the woman's hand in his and a small gasp escaped his lips. “Oh my.”

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Sweet Pea//my only sunshine

Request: Hello good morning, afternoon or night depending on the place you are from❤ I love your work👅 Could you do a headcanon of Sweet Pea dating a sweet, shy and pure girl?? Please??? Love you❤

hey!! i hope you like this!! and i hope you’re all having a lovely day/night! also, sorry if you’re name is sandy...this one isn’t for you. she was the only sweet/shy/pure girl i could think of. 

- As soon as he meets you 

- He doesn’t like you

- Its the first day at Riverdale Hell High

- He’s surrounded by Northsiders 

- And one look at you

- He knows you’re the definition of  n o r t h s i d e r 

- You’re more like Betty Cooper, than Betty Cooper

- You’re too kind and sweet to be considered anything other than: 

- 1: a psycho 

- Or

- 2: a serial killer 

- All kind smiles

- And bright eyes that make whoever looks into them feel safe 

- Right now 

- You look more like you’re welcoming literal angels into heaven 

- Than gang members into a school

- After Veronica’s speech 

- During which you would chime in with enthusiastic ‘yeahs!’ 

- And Sweet Pea knows you’re going to be eaten alive 

- You might be able to get away with being sweet, shy and pure around northsiders

- But if you’re like that when southsiders are around 

- You won’t last five minutes 

- It doesn’t matter whose territory you’re on

- When everyone is sent away after the almost fight 

- You manage to catch him before he gets to class 

- He doesn’t really know where he’s going 

- But he doesn’t care

- This whole thing is bullshit anyway

- He wants to punch something

- And he wants to see Fangs and Toni

- Both of which seem to have gotten separated from him

- So now he’s alone 

- To everyone else he looks absolutely terrifying

- But there’s something about him that catches your eye 

- He looks...not scared, maybe nervous 

- So you scramble to find an excuse to talk to him 

- You know the serpents aren’t going to want to talk to anybody unless there’s a reason 

- So you grab the first leaflet you see and jog after him 

- You catch his jacket and you swear you’ve never seen anybody turn around quicker 

- One arm already raised and in a fist 

- The other pining you to a locker 

- He quickly lets go of you and drops his fist when he see’s who he’s about to punch 

- But the scowl on his face doesn’t go away 

- Even more so, when he glares at all of the people that have surrounded the two of you

- Its a mix of northsiders and southsiders 

- But for the first time ever, you think the northsiders have the upper ground

- So you send them a look and they leave you two alone 

- Something Sweet Pea is secretly relieved about 

- This place may suck

- But he doesn’t want to be kicked out on his first day

- Mainly because Toni and Fangs would still be here

- You’re only a little bit terrified 

- (You’re actually a lot terrified but thats not the point) 

- ‘what.’ He huffs, looking at the floor

- ‘oh.’ You clear your throat and smooth your outfit out. ‘i thought this would be something you’re interested in.’ 

- You smile brightly at him while handing him the leaflet 

- And your fingers brush past each other 

- Its only for a few seconds 

- But it starts something that lasts a lifetime 

- Both of you just don’t know that...yet

- Anyway

- He looks between it and you

- Before his scowl worsens 

- ‘is this a joke?’ 

- ‘huh?’ 

- ‘you gave me a leaflet for cheerleading’ 

- ‘what?’ Your eyes widen as you look down at the paper. ‘oh. sorry. that was the wrong thing. but, you could try out for it if you want.’ 

- ‘do you want to be shoved in a locker instead of against one this time?’ He replies and backs you even more into the cold metal 

- ‘do we go to school in the 90′s? because that insult sure sounded like it.’ 

- You can’t believe you actually said that 

- Never in your life have you ever said anything like that 

- You’ve had no need to

- Everybody is always really nice to you

- But your lips moved before you even had a chance to realize what was happening 

- And now you’re definitely going to get punched 

- But he doesn’t 

- In fact, you’re sure you see the corners of his lips turn up into a smile 

- But he suppresses it before it gets any further

- Instead muttering a ‘leave me alone sandy’ 

- ‘my name isn’t sandy.’ 

- ‘whatever!’ 

- The next time you see each other 

- Is when you’re talking to Jughead and Betty 

- Its been a week since the serpents started 

- And they’ve been avoiding everybody as much as possible 

- But today they decide to brave the school cafeteria 

- So once they spot Jones, they all gather around his table 

- You pull your attention away from the conversation you’re having with Betty and soon as you see a shadow looming over the three of you 

- As soon as you look up

- A bright smile appears on your face as you start to greet as many people as you can 

- Even offering your seat to some of them 

- They all send you confused/annoyed looks 

- Everyone but Sweet Pea 

- He’s been watching you over the past week 

- Not in a weird, creepy way 

- More in a curious way 

- Because you’re so different from anybody he has ever met 

- And you’re just so nice to everyone 

- He honestly doesn’t know how you do it 

- Because you talk to everyone you see

- And you’re always smiling 

- He’s never seen you with anything but a smile on your face 

- Apart from when you’re concentrating in class and your tongue sticks out just a little

- Which is very cute 

- There’s only a few people that he can bare to be nice to 

- But with you, it just comes naturally

- And in a weird way

- He kind of likes that about you 

- So he takes you up on your chair offer

- ‘sure sandy, if you’re offering’ He smirks down at you and you send him an unsure smile before standing up

- He’s kind of secretly sad that he didn’t get a proper smile 

- But he gets it 

- He hasn’t exactly been the nicest 

- Or most approachable person in the world.

- ‘my name is y/n’ 

- ‘okay.’ He shrugs

- He’s actually really happy he knows you’re name now! 

- The rest of the seats around the table are taken so you’re left standing awkwardly beside Betty 

- But you don’t seem fazed 

- Instead you’re trying to coax Fangs into a discussion about your History assignment 

- He doesn’t look at all interested 

- And the conversation is mainly one-sided 

- But you don’t seem to mind 

- ‘hey, northsider. if you want a seat, i’ve got one here.’ A serpent named Liam smirks as he looks at you

- The whole table goes silent 

- The serpents trying not to laugh 

- Betty and Jughead are wide-eyed 

- And Sweet Pea is just confused

- Because he barely knows anything about you 

- But he kind of wants to punch Liam in the face 

- Maybe its because Liam is always that annoying 

- Or at least thats what he’s telling himself 

- ‘oh, erm. no thank you’ You reply, you’re cheeks bright red

- ‘are you sure?’ He presses

- ‘she said no. leave her alone’ Sweet Pea chimes in and you send him a relieved smile 

- ‘i need to go’ You quickly excuse yourself and rush off

- The rest of the table goes back to normal 

- But Sweet Pea knows something was wrong 

- He may have only been stalking watching you for a week 

- But you’ve never ran away from anybody like that before 

- So he follows you out 

- And frowns when he finds you sat in an empty stairwell

- He sits beside you and you jump a little

- But you smile at him anyway 

- Only this time its sad 

- And he’s decided he doesn’t like it 

- He’d rather see Jones naked than see you smile sadly at anyone, let alone him, ever again

- ‘whats wrong sandy?’ 

- ‘my name isn’t sandy’ You roll your eyes making him laugh

- ‘liam is a dick. just ignore him’ 

- ‘i’m sure he’s nice somewhere deep down. he just hasn’t found that part of him yet’ 

- ‘do you actually believe that?’ 

- ‘yeah.’ You nod. ‘i think there’s good in everyone. Even you.’ You make sure to look him in the eye when you say the last part making him smile (and blush a little) 

- ‘whatever’ 

- ‘it just upsets me that people think they can say whatever they want to me because they know i won’t say anything that isn’t polite back’ 

- ‘you weren’t polite to me’ 

- ‘that was a mistake. i was having a bad day’ 

- ‘its not a bad thing to stand up for yourself you know. i do it all the time...maybe thats our problem.’ 

- ‘what is?’ 

- ‘well, you don’t stand up for yourself enough, i do it too much’ 

- ‘together we make a functioning human’ 

- ‘yeahhh.’ He says awkwardly. ‘i don’t think so. there are so many other parts of me that need fixing before i can be a semi-functioning human...let alone fully’ 

- ‘thats not true’ You nudge him softly 

- ‘sure its not’ He laughs. ‘maybe you need to start being a little more mean to people’ 

- ‘i don’t want to be mean to anyone. i like being kind.’ 

- ‘what if i’m mean for you’ 

- ‘thats also too mean’ 

- ‘what if i’m mean and it just so happens to be to people that aren’t very nice to you?’ He says and you send him a look. ‘okay. i won’t’ 

- He does.

- After that you two become very odd friends 

- Even if he still calls you Sandy 

- You’ve been trying to come up with a nickname for him

- And he loves it 

- Because you’re too sweet to come up with a mean nickname for him

- So instead you call him Sunshine 

- And he hates it 

- He hates it so much 

- Because every time you say it...he blushes 

- Every. Single. Time

- You continue to be sweetness and light 

- And he continues to be bitterness and dark 

- Although you are kind of having an effect on him

- Because he is a little nicer to some people 

- And Toni and Fangs have never seen him smile more than when he’s either with you or talking about you 

- He definitely likes you 

- He falls for you more and more every single day 

- Despite everything going on between the north and southside 

- But one day he just can’t help it 

- You’re talking to him 

- And you’re just so happy 

- So he goes for it 

- He’s so scared that you’re going to push him away 

- But you don’t 

- You kiss him back

- And its just as sweet as you are. 

- When you start dating its a surprise to everyone 

- Obviously 

- You are like the most opposite to each other anybody can be

- Some people think he’s been dared to ask you out 

- Others think you’ve slowly lost your mind/been brainwashed 

- And everyone else is just confused 

- At first people make snide comments 

- But they’re quickly shut up by Sweet Pea threatening them 

- And as people see that you’re actually serious about each other 

- And you kind of compliment one another 

- They slowly start to accept it

- Plus, Sweet Pea is so much nicer when you’re around 

- They start to get used to it 

- Some people even think its quite cute 

- Plus, it starts a truce between both sides 

- Like a successful Romeo and Juliet 

- Anywayyyyy

- He  l o v e s teasing you 

- Its one of his favourite things to do 

- Because its so easy to make you blush or stutter 

- And so he does it all the time 

- You get very sweet good morning texts 

- But rather dirty goodnight texts 

- Followed by a sweet one 

- And he’ll whisper in your ear when you’re talking to your friends 

- ‘that dress looks amazing on you babe’ Cue you smiling. ‘but it’ll look so much better on the floor.’ Cue you blushing like mad

- And he definitely sends inappropriate texts at inappropriate times 

- But his favourite thing is when you don’t understand what he’s just said 

- Because you’re so confused 

- And he thinks its so cute 

- He also continues to call you Sandy 

- Forever 

- But you still call him sunshine 

- Sooooo

- He also always has your back 

- If someone is being rude to you 

- He’s threatening them in a heart beat 

- ‘what the fuck did you just say to my girl?’ 

- You’re also rarely apart so if someone is mean to, they’re gonna get their ass kicked 

- But on the rare occasion that you aren’t together 

- You are all he talks about 

- Whether its relevant to what he’s doing or not

- If he’s watching a film with Toni and Fangs 

- ‘y/n would like this’ and ‘that character is like y/n! but she’s much cuter obviously’ 

- Or if they’re just hanging out and talking 

- ‘y/n once ate that...she didn’t like it’ or ‘hey did i tell you about the time y/n did that?’ 

- ‘yes!’ 

- ‘you’ve told us 1000 times’ 

- But you’re exactly the same about him 

- And thats what so great about you two

- Because you love each other no matter what 

- He loves that you’re the nicest person in the world 

- Who wouldn’t?

- Because how lucky is he that he gets to spend his life with the sweetest human ever 

- And you secretly like the fact that sometimes he’s a bad influence on you 

- Because thats part of him

- And you wouldn’t change that for the world 

- He could be the most cynical person in the world 

- But to you, he’s literal sunshine 

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[straightlikewetspaghetti]

Detective, Stripper and Executioner

Pairings:

Main: Poppy x MC (Bea Hughes)

Secondary: Veronica x Zoey, Ina x MC (mentioned)

Warnings: Mature themes, mention of death

A/N: I wrote this after I hit my head, so don't mind me 🙈

The sun was already going down to let the moon shine in the sky, when Bea Hughes threw out a still smoldering cigarette on one of the city streets.

"I thought you quit."

The brunette turned at the sound of a familiar voice and saw her best friend and partner she could only dream of, smiling in her direction. She and Zoey were practically an inseparable duo after they graduated and lived together for a short time.

At the police station, they were second to none.

Zoey, was the best at talking and getting information, even the toughest guys are no match for her charm and cunning. Bea, on the other hand, was the complete opposite of her partner: cool and composed, with a hint of madness that was her ace up her sleeve.

Everything changed after a certain event that shook Bea's world and made her resign from the service for some time and completely cutting herself off from public life. The situation was so dramatic that the woman even pushed away her best friend, whom she damn well needed at the time.

But Zoey understood.

She always knew that what brought the two of them together was stronger than titanium and that they would always find a way to get back together. She loved her like sister and couldn't imagine life without Bea's sarcastic and cold comments.

"Because I dropped it." the brunette shrugged her shoulders, a smile visibly pulling at the corners of her mouth, just as a pleasant feeling grated on her heart. "On the ground, didn't you see?"

Zoey couldn't hold it in and laughed ruefully. Bea wasn't entirely sure if it was from her idiotic joke or just the fact that they were finally seeing each other. It had been a long time since she had felt such inner peace and happiness as she did now, listening to the black-haired girl laugh.

"Zoey, it's really good to see you." she walked up to the woman and gave her a friendly hug, letting the contact last minimally longer than usual.

"I wish the situation was different." the black-haired woman sighed deeply and her cheerful expression changed to one of clearly painted fatigue, which didn't escape Bea's attention as she nodded thoughtfully.

It wasn't until she got closer that she could see how big the bags under her eyes were and how much her eyes had lost their natural youthful glow. Bea felt guilty that because of her, Zoey was sure to have a lot more work to do, which even aged her mildly in appearance.

Bea is not the emotional type, but she was really worried about her friend.

"Detective Hughes, Wade." a feminine authoritarian voice interrupted their conversation and both women visibly tensed. Zoey straightened immediately as Bea slid her hands into the pockets of her coat. This is going to be good.

A woman with light brown hair and skin as white as milk, whose beauty rivaled that of many goddesses, walked toward them. The way she walked exuded power and dominance, making the heads of onlookers automatically turns in her direction. Everything from her feet to the top of her head had to be perfect.

“Chief Kingsley! How nice to see you." despite the cheerful tone with which Zoey spoke those words, the note of sarcasm was impossible to miss. The black-haired woman shifted from foot to foot, visibly troubled by the presence of the third woman.

Bea only watched Ina with cool, calculating eyes, who did not even take her eyes off her from the beginning. The woman hadn't changed since the last time they'd seen each other, and that was when the brunette had the opportunity to get to know her up close. Very close.

To this day, the scent of Ina's perfume could be smelled on her bed sheets.

She cringed as inappropriate memories began to flood her consciousness, stimulating something in her that she didn't want. There was no time for weakness in the workplace and women and romance were the worst of them.

"Who's the victim?" she asked once she was sure her voice wouldn't break under the strain of the very upsetting emotion that like a virus, had seeped into her system and was slowly wearing it out.

"Ford Tuantie, 28, single with a definite overactive sex life. He was strangled."

Another female voice interjected before Ina had time to say anything and the startled women flinched at the sound of it.

"Jesus!" Zoey was horrified, jumping away from the woman kneeling on the ground. "You should walk with a bell around your neck!" How long have you been here?" she asked surprised to see Veronica carefully scanning every last detail of the victim's body, furrowing her brows every now and then in wonder.

Veronica Lombardi was one of the best pathologists in the entire country. Her work ethic was as impeccable as the room she worked in. Her only flaw was her sharp temper, which she considered her greatest asset and source of pride.

The only person who was able to bend her was Bea. Though lately, Zoey's been doing it. On many levels.

"All the time, that's the job." she shrugged her shoulders without taking her eyes off the victim. "You'd know if you were doing yours properly." She added teasingly, winking at the woman. A red blush of embarrassment spread across Zoey's face.

Ina grunted loudly, visibly annoyed by the spectacle.

She stepped between the two women and focused her attention on Veronica, who made no secret of the fact, that she would be most happy to ignore her. "You mentioned about a sex life?"

Bea moved away a piece further, dragging an even redder Zoey with her to question potential witnesses to the incident, leaving the two women alone with each other. The tension between them was highly visible. Anyone who worked with them knew, that Ina and Veronica together, were only good at jumping down each other's throats.

"The man lying here is a perfect example of why I prefer women." she said proudly, tilting her head slightly to the side and tucking the genetic sample into a container.

"To the point, Lombardi." Ina snorted visibly disturbed by her subordinate's unnecessary comments.

"Of course." Veronica rolled her eyes discreetly. "I found several sachets of condoms in his pockets. In addition to the strangulation marks on his neck, there are visible scars on his body from fingernails, rather feminine if I may add." seeing the chastising gaze of her superior again, Veronica only sighed.

Ina nodded and walked around the man's body looking for any particular clues, but was unable to see anything special.

"He still had this in his pocket." Veronica carefully handed the woman a crumpled paper, which when unfolded turned out to be a flyer for an exclusive adult club in a nearby area.

After a brief examination, Ina nodded in acknowledgement and approached Zoey, who was talking animatedly with the witness, almost giving the impression that she was flirting with him.

"Wade, you and Hughes go to the strip club where our victim was last seen alive." just as Veronica had earlier, the woman held out her hand with the flyer and showed it to the black-haired woman, who scanned it with a sharp eye in a flash.

Zoey's eyes lit up and she had to concentrate hard not to show her superior how happy she was to be going to such a club. There's rarely time to relax in a job like this, so every opportunity like this is worth its weight in gold.

Plus, sexy women.

"Oh god, stop drooling already Wade." Ina crossed her arms over her chest, chastisingly looking at the woman standing in front of her. She never would have expected to be assigned a bunch of kids like that. "Pathetic." she chuckled as she walked away, leaving Zoey alone with herself.

***

"You'll like this." Zoey said excitedly, parking the work car in front of the large building from which the hushed rumble of music could be heard.

"A strip..." Bea said grimly as she turned her attention to the large led sign with the outlines of a cocktail and a naked woman. "Club." she finished looking towards her partner, who was looking impatiently at the large door leading to the supposed paradise.

"Well don't tell me it won't be interesting!" Zoey darted out leaving the dazed brunette behind and without looking back, disappeared into the fog and the glow of dim red lights.

Bea didn't like places like this; loud, overcrowded and dripping with visible sexual tension. The music rumbling in the distance made her slightly dizzy, and the thick fake fog floating around, limited her vision.

It was distracting, and the last thing she needed was trouble focusing on her work.

Having trouble finding her partner, Bea leaned against the nearest pillar and scanned her, surroundings once more, this time more calmly. Her gaze stopped on a single dancer who, for some reason, particularly caught her attention.

The woman's cascade of blonde hair glinted in the muted red light, imitating as if sparks were dancing between the strands. She wore a carnival mask over her face, but Bea was sure she was the most recognizable figure here. Her shapely body bent to the rhythm of the music, intimidating everyone who looked at her with its divinity.

In front of the stage was quite a large crowd of fans, who surprisingly were able to stand on their own feet.

As if sensing the brunette's gaze on her, the woman raised her head, crossing their gazes: hers mysterious and inviting, Bea's cool but excited.

The blonde winked flirtatiously, definitely sensing how Bea was responding to her hypnotic hip movements, which, accompanied by slow, sexual music, were impossible to look away from.

A slightly out of breath Zoey interrupted their moment, as she shielded her view of the stage and made Bea snap out of her strange trance.

"We're looking for a dancer nicknamed Queen B. Blonde hair, mostly performs in pink lingerie and a tiara on her head. She's supposedly very popular here, so I think we'll have no problem finding her."

"Not even a little bit." whispered Bea, who, without saying anything else, began to head towards the stage where the woman they were looking for had just danced. A strange feeling of indefinable excitement grew in Bea with every step, that brought her closer to meeting this mysterious Queen B.

As she walked backstage, a sweet rose scent hit her nostrils, enveloping her senses and making her slightly dull. How long had it been since she had smelled such a sexy feminine perfume? And how long had it been since the last time anyone had affected her in any way other than repulsive?

"I knew you'd come here." an especially lowered female voice echoed through the room, causing the women's heads to immediately turn in its direction.

From a distance Queen B was phenomenal, but up close she was arousing feelings of such intense lust in Bea, that she had not yet felt with any other woman. She almost felt guilty. Almost.

Zoey looked questioningly at her partner, but when she looked away, she smiled in understanding. This would be fun to watch.

"I'm detective Hughes, and this is detective Wade." she nodded in Zoey's direction, trying to ignore with how much curiosity the blonde's eyes were skimming over her body. "We're here to ask about your yesterday's client, a certain Ford Tuantie."

The blonde mused for a moment tilting her head to the side and revealing a piece of her slender neck. If Bea could read women's language, she would have thought she was doing it on purpose to distract her.

"Ah yes, Ford." she began, completely changing her tone of voice to a more formal one.

She stretched out in one of the comfortable looking pink couches and indicated to the others to sit too. Without a word of objection Zoey and Bea complied with the woman's silent request and followed suit, occupying the sofa next to her. The blonde seemed very pleased with herself for some reason, but her face became formal again.

This woman's ability to change her emotions was remarkable.

"Ford and a couple of his colleagues were popular VIPs here. From what I recall, they even formed a club for themselves." the woman shifted her leg over and clenched her thighs together, absolutely certain that Bea would take notice.

She wasn't wrong.

"When was the last time you saw him?" asked Zoey, noticing how Bea was focused on everything else but the blonde's words, which was totally unlike her.

But that was the truth. Bea watched diligently as the woman's full and seductive lips spoke words, whose meaning didn't even reach her in the slightest. It was like a charm had taken hold of her, and she didn't want to look for an anti-spell.

How many lonely nights had it been?

"Today he was here for a while. As I think about it now, he was clearly arguing with one of the members of this club of theirs. It almost would have come to hand-to-hand, but the security here is very good. Nothing goes unnoticed here." again that cursed wink, as if the last part of her statement, was specifically directed at Bea.

"The bartender can tell you more, he heard the whole incident and I don't like to gossip. I'm a fan of discretion." a flirtatious smile, flutter of eyelashes. Women who know how their charm works on others, are damn dangerous.

Zoey nodded and rose first from the couch. "We'll contact you if we have any other questions, thank you." without looking back the woman left the room. Her behavior worried Bea, who saw the strange look Zoey gave the two of them, before she disappeared back into the depths of the club.

Bea moved to follow her, but something stopped her. Obviously.

"Detective?"

She closed her eyes taking a deep breath. How could one stupid word she said, have more of an impact on her, than her entire previous relationship? She clenched her hands into fists feeling the blonde's gaze burn a hole in her back, but said nothing, waiting for the other to continue.

A strange silence descended on the room, not even drowned out by the rumbling music from the main room and the whistling of the men. At this point, the two of them were in a completely different reality, which was even more dangerous than coming face to face with a murderer. Or rather, that's how Bea felt when she began to hear the clatter of heels heading her way.

She turned on her heel and immediately her neck was encircled by the blonde's arms, which clung to the brunette's stiff body. Fortunately, Bea had her poker face trained, so when she looked down at the satisfied blonde, her expression betrayed no emotion, not even the slightest.

"I'm here almost every day." she muttered and her hot breath brushed against the brunette's neck, a pleasant lightning bolt coursing through her body.

Bea had to use all her rationality to disentangle herself from her embrace and move away, instead of pressing into her inviting lips. She momentarily felt the absence of this woman at her side. She cursed in her mind at her weakness. She was acting like a horny teenager.

Queen B rolled her eyes playfully and bit her lower lip. Now she looked like a child, who was trying with all its might to solve a mathematical equation on its own, but no matter how much it wanted to, it couldn't. After a few moments, her face clouded over, which completely knocked her out of her character.

"Be careful, Detective Hughes. There's more going on here, than you think." was it possible that worry was painted on her face?

"What do you mean?" she asked, but the woman's face returned to its previous flirty expression and Bea knew she wouldn't get her answer, and she didn't have time to force it.

Turning around, she walked out of the room this time, squinting to find Zoey. She didn't spot her anywhere so she figured the black-haired girl would be waiting for her outside.

When she emerged from the club the moon was already towering in the sky and the air was cool and refreshing.

Zoey leaned against the hood of the car, moving her leg every now and then as if in nerves. She looked mightily pissed off and Bea was sure it was her behavior, that had caused the black-haired girl to be in this state now. If she had heart, it would have broken in half at the thought of the conversation, that was probably about to take place.

"Damn it Bea!" irritation in her voice was definitely noticeable. "Get a grip on yourself, you're a detective, not a frisky teenager! People's safety is in our hands!"

Jealousy?

"I know I acted unreasonably, which could have affected our investigation, I really do." Bea said cautiously, but the trigger had already set off much earlier and steam was almost coming out of Zoey's nostrils. There were moments when the black-haired woman scared her to the core and right now, the brunette would most like to hide inside her four walls.

"You don't know shit Bea..." in the blink of an eye her voice went to the verge of crying, as if all the negative emotions that had been accumulating during their separation had just exploded and pierced the fake facade of her composure. "That day, you weren't the only one who lost someone. I lost someone too." tears began to drip from Zoey's eyes, which Bea felt like wiping away, but she didn't move. "My best friend."

Those words hit her right in the feels.

"Zoey..." Bea said her name in a pleading tone, which worked the other way and upset the black-haired woman again.

"I don't feel like talking to you anymore tonight." those were the last words Bea expected to hear. She had an incredible urge to run up to her, hug her and apologize for all those moments of separation, but she respected her too much to invade her space

As the black-haired woman approached the car the deafening silence was pierced by a terrible bang, followed by Zoey's body falling to the ground, motionless, with a loud thud.

"Zoey!"

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Animal Control  (Mc x Poppy)

Summary: Bea decides to buy Poppy a gerbil but it doesn’t go well...A whole bunch of chaos ensues and maybe some hands thrown? Includes Chloe and Veronica. 

Notes: Yeah this is the most chaotic thing my mind has come up with. I hope you enjoy and laugh. It’s FLUFF, and a little angst.

Word Count: 2.4k 

Tags: @samanthadalton @clowneryme @somewillwin @baexpoppy @zigxryanz @uselesslesbianfr @aleiramacaii (sorry if I missed you or if you want to be added to Poppy tags lemme know)

*NO GERBILS WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING*

WHAT. IS. THAT?!  BEA HUGHES GET IT OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!!”

It would be an understatement if I said that the whole world could hear Poppy right now.

Bea, wanting to be a good girlfriend, went out and bought a special gift for the blonde. But it definitely got a reaction she wasn’t hoping for. 

Bea watched as Poppy jumped onto the bathroom sink as a little critter ran across the floor. It wasn’t really a critter though, just a cute little fat animal thing that Bea thought Poppy would gush over. “CHLOE CALL ANIMAL CONTROL”

....she wasn’t hoping for that response either. 

“Pops! Okay okay I’ll get him it’s okay. He won’t hurt you. Well-“

“Well?!” 

“Well he might give you a little nibble BUT that’s COMPLETELY normal and-“

“BEA!”

“POPPY!”

 Their voices started to boom through the Zeta House as Veronica and Chloe rushed up the stairs and straight into the commotion. The scene before them was utterly shocking in a sense. The blonde stood on the counter, her foot nearly in the sink as she hugged the wall and squeezed her eyes shut...and seemed to be praying to herself? Bea, on the other hand, stood on all 4s as she looked under the cabinet. The Zeta girls glance at each other and then back at the couple as they try to process what was happening. “....So is either one of you going to explain or are we going to-“

 Bea jumped at the new voice in the room, hitting her head on the edge of the cabinet. “Ow!” Veronica bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing as Chloe turned away to hide the grin on her face. Poppy opened her eyes, too distracted to notice Bea wince and rub her head. She peers around the bathroom, breathing a sigh of relief when she doesn’t spot the little gremlin crawling about. The blonde notices her friends standing by the door and her face flushes impossibly red as they watch her from down below. Real nice Poppy, they definitely envy you right now. Is that a new yoga pose you’re doing right now? I don’t think your foot belongs there. 

 She clears her throat and steps down from the counter. “Chloe didn’t you hear me? I said to call animal control there is a rabid pest in the house.” Poppy shoots Bea an annoyed look, and all the brunette could do was stand there and shrug her shoulder sheepishly. Poppy didn’t expect Chloe to full on panic but now there was another blonde running around the room hysterically. Chloe shrieks and whispers to herself, “oh my god a pest?! What if it lays eggs, or what if people hear about this?” She turns towards Poppy and gasps, “do we have to call the terminator?!” Bea blinks in confusion until it hits her, “termin-? wha...OH!” She spins until she faces her girlfriend, “NO! Don’t you dare call the exterminator! It’s a gerbil for crying out loud, it doesn’t deserve that-” Chloe begins to laugh and points an accusing finger at Bea, “it wouldn’t be here in the first place if you stopped coming in here smelling like a farm.”

 The brunette does a double take at the dumb blonde, “EXCUSE ME?!” She takes a deep breath and pinches the top of her nose to calm down, “...Chloe do you even know what a gerbil is?”

 “Oh I’ll tell you what it is! GONE! It’s leaving now Bea.” Poppy stomps in between the two girls with a deadly expression. Poppy was definitely not going to hold either one of them back if they started fighting. The hell does she look like doing that? But they were definitely not going to damage anything in her room so enough was enough. Bea glances at Poppy and can feel her starting to get more pissed off. She should stop, she should definitely stop. Maybe because she doesn’t actually know where said gerbil is…and Poppy would erase her entire existence off of this planet if Bea ever told her that. 

 Chloe looks over at Bea and can tell that she’s starting to back down. “Oooh aren’t you a nice pet, obeying your girlfriend. Where did all of your self respect go?” A cat-like grin slowly appears on the blonde’s face as Bea’s jaw slackens in shock. 

“You’re one to talk bitch! How about I get rid of you while I’m at it.”

“Oh bring it pig girl!-”

 Both girls close in on each other as Poppy is sent sprawling back on her ass. She sits there in complete shock and blinks a couple times to refocus.

 Veronica, still standing by the door, takes no effort in trying to stop the cat fight happening in front of her. In fact she sneaks away to grab her phone and starts filming the whole thing. Perfect for some blackmail later. And well she could probably get paid a lot to sell this video. Thank you Poppy for your glorious last name. 

 Okay now you’re probably wondering where the gerbil comes in to play? We’re getting there, just wait…

 Bea and Chloe tumble into Poppy’s walk in closet as one tries to gain the upper hand. To Bea’s shocking surprise, the blonde knows how to throw hands. But the brunette more so wanted to pin her down instead of actually hitting her, she knows that won’t end well for either of them. 

 Poppy stares at Veronica filming them in all sorts of angles. How did she even get up on that shelf?  She rolls her eyes with irritation, already feeling a headache forming. The screaming match on the other side of the room was not helping either. All the blonde wanted was to have a peaceful spa day and try her new Glossier vitamin skincare mask, and maybe have a nice lunch with Bea. This was definitely going to leave some wrinkles. Poppy sighed heavily and tried to stand up, but a flash of little legs ran across the floor a few feet from where she sat, and she felt her heart stop. Poppy shut her eyes, hoping and praying that it isn’t what she thinks it is, and to her awful surprise it was most definitely the gerbil. One second of silence passes before Poppy lets out the most horrific, high pitched scream known to man. It was serious enough that Veronica stepped down from the shelf and Bea loosened her grip on Chloe’s hair. The adrenaline hit Poppy so hard as she sprinted out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her, and lunging into the closet where the other girls stood like deers in headlights. Bea quickly approaches her girlfriend, partly terrified and partly concerned. 

 “I just saw it! The- the fiend. It’s in the bathroom still. Just get rid of it Bea please..”

 Poppy cowers in the corner trying to cover herself with faux fur coats and whatever she could find that makes her feel less exposed. The girls just stood and watched her, all sharing confused glances. Poppy loved animals, but she never signed up for rodents as well. This meant a serious talk with Bea after everything settled down. 

The brunette sighs with a little bit of relief at Poppy’s words, “Oh atleast you found it, I thought I lost him for good..”

 The blonde turns so fast it almost makes Bea dizzy. Her face goes pale as Poppy doesn’t break eye contact with her, “ You...what?! You lost it?!” 

 “Poppy that’s really not what we should focus on right now-”

 “If you couldn’t tell...I am losing my mind right now Bea.” She gestures wildly to the mismatched outfit on her body and her tangled locks.  “If we don’t capture this animal and RETURN. IT.” She takes one menacing step towards everyone, “none of you will leave alive, got it?” 

 Okay Poppy is scary, i’ll admit it. 

 Bea exhales nervously and looks at Chloe, and Chloe looks at Veronica who is holding a camera in her face, completely unfazed. Chloe scoffs with disbelief, swatting the phone out of her face, “Really V?! This is not the time for that.”

 The vlogger just kept filming with a shameless smirk painted on her face, “Or what? You’ll fight me too?”

 Before anything could progress again, Bea intervenes even while trying to catch her breath. “Okayyy, lets not do this. Can we just work together and catch the gerbil so Poppy can act normal again?” The brunette laughs internally because she knows that her girlfriend is probably staring directly into her soul, but she doesn’t look. She could not imagine herself fighting Poppy, even though they technically did in the water fountain once, but that was more like a fever dream and she found it kinky, anyways… Bea took the lead and headed straight for the door to the bathroom, preparing herself for the quick little monster. 

“Do we not have a secure plan for this? Just gonna open the door and hope for the best?” Chloe huffs out. And if Bea was being honest, that was the most sensible thing she had said all day.That girl was full of surprises. “I’m not scared of him like ya’ll. He is just very quick and I don’t want to lose him again.” 

 “Listen, I don’t care what you guys are or aren’t. I am still standing by what I said earlier...and I guess I will help as well.” It was already embarrassing how Poppy had acted before, but the blonde wanted to save the last of her dignity and so she stood in the far back, offering to be the last minute captor if anything went wrong. Bea was grateful that she didn’t appear to be very mad at her, but she wasn’t a fool. Still, it was better to be in trouble than dead, in some ways. The brunette braced herself and counted to three before swinging the door open and lunging to the floor immediately. Too bad the gerbil was too quick for Bea and it ran between her legs. She grunted with frustration before tripping backwards and knocking right into Chloe, who fell back onto Veronica like a freaking domino effect. The room erupted into screams as Poppy unwillingly ran forward and grabbed the rodent by its tail and lifted it into the air, hundreds of feets away from her body of course. “I got it! I got it!...Now what do I do, Bea?!!” 

 “Okay! okay calm down...and slowly bring it towards me. That’s it you got it..” Bea cautiously steps towards Poppy and holds her hands out to catch it if things went awry. Poppy stood frozen with fear and shock, still not registering that there was a gerbil scrambling wildly and hanging from her fingers but she pushed the dread away and successfully placed it into Bea’s hands. Mission freaking accomplished. The room visibly sighed with relief after Bea placed the animal back into his cage but Poppy could only stare at her fingers in horror. She’d need to exfoliate it maybe twice, get a new manicure, a skin peel maybe, or just some new skin honestly. 

 ***

After the chaos had settled down and Poppy finally scrubbed herself clean, she walked back into her room and saw Bea lazily playing with the gerbil in his cage. If she wasn’t so creeped out by the rodent, the blonde would almost think this view was very sweet. Bea noticed her immediately and sat up with a guilty expression. “Pops...If I had known that you’d react like that I would have never even thought about buying him. It was a stupid decision really and I should’ve made sure you were okay with it first.” There goes Bea again with her puppy eyes and charming choice of words. Poppy sighs internally, already feeling like an asshole. She sits next to Bea and rubs her knuckles soothingly, “Well yeah it was pretty stupid…” The brunette raises an eyebrow amusingly. “But...you couldn’t have known, and I thought it was really sweet that you’d want to surprise me like that. Usually I’m the one buying gifts for others.” Bea sits up straighter feeling a little overwhelmed but wraps her arms around Poppy’s waist, leaning her head on her shoulder. They sat in comfortable silence until the brunette spoke up again, her voice nearly a whisper, “...does this mean we get to keep him?”

 The blonde scoffs loudly but glances over at the cage, her eyes softening just a little bit. She looks down at her girlfriend who seems to have been watching her this whole time. Poppy feels her face start to heat up but for all the right reasons. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to having one of...those. But if you really want me to try then I will.” It was definitely worth it to see Bea’s face beam with joy, she kisses Poppy on the cheek with excitement, “Babe you won’t regret it! And.. if it doesn’t work out then we can always give him a better home okay?” The blonde watches her girlfriend’s eyes sparkle brightly and she can’t help but mirror her smile,“Okay”.

 Bea reaches for the cage and sets it on her lap. She doesn’t take the gerbil out just yet, wanting Poppy to get comfortable with it in her presence. She watches different stages of emotions make its way across the blonde’s face before she relaxes. Poppy looks at her and speaks gently, “have you decided on a name yet?”

 “Well I was hoping we could come up with one together, but after what happened today maybe he can be called….terminator?” 

 Poppy rolls her eyes so far back but lets out a soft laugh, her hair falling softly onto her cheek. When she doesn’t feel Bea brush the strands away she does it herself and watches as Bea observes the little creature. “Okay I change my mind, you’re giving him more attention than me.” The brunette looks up with a sheepish smile but can only stare at Poppy’s loving but teaseful gaze. Of course she has to be a smartass though, “actually did you know that gerbils require your attention on a daily basis, and can develop strong relationships with their owners? Almost sounds like you.” Bea feels the punch in her side before she can see it and pretends to howl in pain. It doesn’t seem to faze poppy though as she smirks at her victim, “keep that up and you will be sleeping in the cage with him.”

 “Oh so you want to lock me up huh?” Bea bites her lip mischievously as she leans into kiss Poppy. Before things can heat up they hear a groan coming from the door. “Ughhh! Of course it had to turn sexual.” Veronica stood with her phone in her hand filming, and a hand over her eyes.

 “VERONICA!”

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Distance

Summary: Jughead/Plus Sized!Reader Request: Reader figuring out that she’s liked him all along but he started being distant, and can it be very angsty and sad with whatever ending

“Oh my god I like Jughead Jones.” You gasp jerking back when you can feel eyes on you. “You what Y/N?” “Got stuck with Jones; for the english project.” You nervously spit back towards Betty. “And what’s wrong with him?” “He well; he’s really passionate, which is good, but it can be kind of annoying when it’s just a simple essay.” And hot; you think but try your best not to entertain the idea of anything happening.

“Y/N. Betty said you were bummed about working with me?”Jughead’s hand rest on your shoulder and you shrug a little and shake your head. “I’m not; just you’re really into english and the books we read; but there are so much better books than the ones we’re forced to read.” “Oh really? Care to share?” He grins leaning forward and you nod back. “You can come over to mine later; since we do have to actually work on this essay.”

“Are we doing Romeo and Juliet for this?”Jughead looks up from where he’s perched on your bed. “Yeah; I figured we could write it from the point of view of Tybalt and Mercutio?” You offer and he shakes his head. “And what’s your idea then?” “Juliet’s nurse and the Friar.” “You’re comparing me to the nurse?” “Well who would have a more exciting romance? The friar and the nurse; forbidden and barely seen except to-“ “Friars can’t have sex. Not that you need it to have an actual relationship.” “But that’s sort of the point of a relationship; being intimate with another person in ways you wouldn’t with friends.” “You’ve obviously missed out on some key relationship issues.” You laugh and Jughead scowls.

“And what do you know of my relationship issues.” Jughead snaps and you roll your eyes. “You’re a thin white boy; the worst you’re gonna get is rejected and assumed you’re gonna shoot up the school.” You sneer and can see his hand falter. “That shock you into silence?” Jughead nods chewing his lip. “Was it the school comment; or the white boy thing?” “The uh fat thing; I don’t think of you as-“ “I am. It’s obvious; you denying it makes it even worse.” Jughead shrugs pulling the copy of Romeo and Juliet over. “You just want to go back over the assignment then?” “What?” He pretends to be absorbed in the book he’s just pulled out. “The assignment where we have to write as two lovers from Romeo and Juliet but it not be both of them.”

“Oh yeah; course. I still think we should do the nurse and the friar.” “Mercutio and Tybalt would be so much more dramatic.” “Really? More dramatic that Romeo and Juliet?” “Yes.” He arches his eyebrow and you shrug. “We could do Mercutio and someone else? Make him in love with Romeo?” Jughead grins. “What about Mercutio and Juliet.” “Mercutio? Really? What he’s been in love with Juliet and hoped that bringing Romeo to the ball was going to give him a chance to get with Juliet?” Jughead nods, you shrug and he grins more leaning forward. “So what do you say Juliet? Want to fall in love with someone destined to die.” “We both are Mercutio.” You laugh a little. “So what we’re gonna west side story this? Since you’re in the serpents.” You roll your eyes when he glares. “You admitting to being a Ghoulie?” He grins and laughs when you shove him.

You’d gotten an A on your project; you’d assured Jughead you weren’t bothered by the late addition of Mercutio’s last letter proclaiming him alive and posing as a banished Romeo in the countryside. When he asks you out to Pop’s to go over something he’d written; the idea your teacher had planted in his head after the project; you agree. It takes you three more ‘editing session’ to realize they are in fact dates and then another four dates to realize how in love you are with him. It takes two more weeks and a fight in front of the Serpents for you to realize how distant he’s been being. What you had assumed were jobs with the rest of the snakes turned into a tangle of misinformation from Toni, sweet pea and fangs all through each other and then passed to you.

You’d tried confronting him but he’d only grown more and more distant until you’d managed to convince veronica and Cheryl something was going on. They look unimpressed with your detective skills and Veronica tries her best to gentely tell you Jughead and Betty have been together for three days. You thank her for the information and inform the rest of the serpents who all seem just as put out as you about his lying. “Jones. We’re voting Topaz as leader.” “Voting?” Jughead wrinkles his nose. “Yeah. Can’t have a leader that lies to us all just cause he wants some blonde northsider to suck him off after school.” Sweet Pea snaps and you cringe back. “Sweets; that’s harsh.”

“It’s true, he’s been feeding us misinformation for weeks; how’re we supposed to trust him as leader; what if he���s like Mustang and pulling one over on us to get in good with the Ghouls and Hiram?” You chew your lip and Jughead stomps his foot snarling. “I would never-“ “Never what Jones? Toni is blood more than you. You scared about the vote?” “No.” He’s glaring at everyone as FP steps from where he was lounging behind. “Y’all really want this?” He nods and the rest of the serpents put there hands up. “Alright hands down. Fangs up for Jughead’s continued leadership?” You try not to cringe when no hands go up.

“Toni Topaz?” You raise your hand keeping your eyes met with Jughead’s. “We need to talk.” You don’t turn back from where you’re congratulating Toni. “Y/N.” You tilt your head and watch as Jughead’s shoulders sink. “I’m sorry about being distant; I just thought it was better; with us being Serpents; it’s not safe, makes you a target.” “And a northsider is less of one?” You watch his brow furrow. “Betty can-“

“Take care of herself?” “Well just-“ “She’s thin, pretty? A cheerleader? Come on Jones Just admit you never cared.” “I did but- I do; just.” “Please don’t lie; I know you’re a Serpent but I don’t want to think of you as a snake.”

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Fallout New Vegas Companions Reactions/Thoughts on Classical Music

As requested this ones for you @winged-light-collectors-posts , I'm sorry it took so long, I hope this is okay, the reacts aren't as long as I would have liked however I found that got stumped by a few of the characters. If I missed anyone please let me know. And also you seem like a lovely person and your love of classical music was really refreshing :)

Once again I apologise for spelling error, I am horrible at spell checking. If anyone has any imaginations or reactions from fallout 3-4 or new Vegas just comment or send a request. Hope you all enjoy and have an amazing day -Love you all <3

Btw if anyone cares I listened to Tchaikovsky 1812 overture with cannons, Clair De lune Ethereal remix, and chop in Ballade No.4 in F minor ethereal remix while writing 

Arcade: It wasn't the first time he had heard Classical music, due to some of the enclave radios having classical music paired to their broadcasts. Surprisingly, despite the memory of the music being attached to his past he enjoys it. Even commenting to you once or twice when he would recall his mum listening to certain songs when she was alive. He also preferred the soothing factor to classical which he found made it easier to focus compared to some of the limited other choices available. So whenever you both are resting or are setting up camp the both of you may be found relax doing your respected activities such as repairing weapons and reading while Tchaikovsky or Rachmaninov plays in the background.

Boone: He didn't have a strong opinion on what music the courier listened to while traveling with him. While serving he learnt that music of all different genres helped soldiers relax, or reminded them of happier times or just of home. Though he did wander from time to time what the genre of music said about a person.However he normally didn't think too hard about it or just didn't want to go down that rabbit hole of a thought process. Through travelling with you over time he slowly learnt to warm up to some songs, with calmer songs such as those by Chopin being his favourites though he would never tell you. And on rare occasions when you both are travelling and he can see the night sky, the classical music helps him relax enough to close his eyes even for a moment without his own ghosts haunting him.

Cassidy: Similar to Boone, she was indifferent to classical music. Though every so often while travelling with you she may comment  that it reminded her of a few mornings she had woken up in bars across the wasteland, with a hangover stronger than an radscorpions sting. She did find it annoying whenever the courier seemed to stop and become engrossed in the music, moaning how they were burning daylight. However when the both of you are drunk, the both of you may try and make lyrics to classical tunes, curses and dirty lyrics included until the both of you are rolling on the floor laughing on the ground like idiots or somehow turn certain sounds in the songs into drinking games.

Ed-e: The both of you enjoy classical music, the robot bopping along with the courier whistling along side. It always made you smile when you would hear happy beeping noises whenever a certain song would comes on the radio. After travelling for a while, Ed-e starts to play certain tunes himself, some of which he must have recorded while Whitley was in the room, as sometimes a person humming or a small mutter or comment can be heard. You knew how important Whitley was, almost like a father to Ed-e as after a while the mans comments blend into the music itself . However you wandered if Ed-e recorded the two of you listening to music similar to Whitley as sometimes while stopping to set up camp for the night Ed-e seems oddly quiet while the two off you listen to your pip-boy. However even if he was recording you didn't mind, you were more happy that Ed-e saw you as important enough to him to want to remember your times together.

Follows-Chalk: Neither of you had really listened to classical before meeting, and Follows-Chalk hadn't heard it at all. However while searching for a certain radio station while travelling with him you stumbled across the classical music station. Follows-chalk instantly loves it. Whistling some of the tunes he had heard while you travel together. Sometimes commenting on the differences between the music he had heard from the travelling singer when he was younger as well as some of the songs his tribe would sing. He would sometimes even teach you some in return for playing some classical music. He always has questions about the artists and their meanings, which you would often reply that it was up to him and how the music made him feel. And so sometimes when the both of you are travelling you may share what the music makes you both feel and think of, helping you both understand each other better.

Joshua: Listening to it was a kick from the past, as memories of listening to it while he was living in New Canaan with his family long before Caesar come flooding back the first time he heard or listening to it. He tried to enjoy the music as much as possible,trying to hold on to the more positive memories of his family- of his father and mother listening to it while doing other activities, memories childhood friends and the misadventures of kids all while having classical music in the background as they all got up to mischief. These memories did leave a smile that hurt as it pulled at burnt calloused skin. However through listening he was also reminded of the absences.The new Cannans destruction, of his family's and friend death. How his love of the music had dissolved as he got closer to Caesar and further away from his childhood and home. You notice he gets slightly quieter when you play the music and If you ask him if he is okay he will comment on these memories, not going into too much detail unless questioned further, respecting your one associations of the music don't need to be shared with his. After travelling a while, slowly he would try and dissociate the music with his memories replacing them with more positive moments while travelling you or just letting the sound of the music flow through him. On very rare occasion he might even ask you if he may offer to dance, commenting that he learnt from a few dances and events the town had in his youth. Mostly however, he is just glad he was able to listen to the music with you, using the calming music to just focus on the two of you and the peace the music brought him.

The King: On first listening he didn't like it. He didn't mind you listening to it if he saw it made you happy; however, he would always recommend songs from ‘the king” on holotapes he had. Both of you at first choose to respect each other's opinions. After a while though both of you made a deal. For every song he listened to of your preferred genre of music, you would listen to one he wanted you to listen to. So it became a routine. Whenever he knew you had a long journey he would slip you holotapes with songs such as ‘suspicious minds’ and ‘stuck on you’ and in return when alone The king would listen to the radio station you recommended. After a while you both soften up to each others music and as the both of you got closer you both associate certain lyrics and songs to each other, with the songs ‘Can't Help Falling In Love’ and ‘Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No.2′ holding a special place in both of your hearts. When things get more serious, he might even sing small medley of songs from either genres that you stated you like more, and would even nickname you his ‘symphony’ or his “song bird” if you try to sing any of the songs he likes. 

Raul: When you listened to classical music with him for the first time he laughed, sarcastically commenting on “isn't this music a little too old for you, boss?” or “Mi abuela would have loved you”. Plus if you enjoyed the music he didn't really mind. If the radio station had different regional classical music, Raul would happily translate any lyrics if need be if he recognised it, commenting of different memories of his family if the both of you were comfortable enough sharing.Unlike other companions he was able to educate you on some of the instruments used and just the basic knowledge he would have known before the bombs fell. Once or twice though if you are both relaxed (and if you have had a few to drink) you might ask him to dance to some of the more energetic classical songs. And though he will resort to comments about his knees can't handle dancing, and how “you are a few 100 years too late to be asking him to dance”. He still will dance anyway laughing at the joy you brought with you - as well as both of your dancing ability.

Veronica: ’”Didn't think classical music was your thing, but hey to each their own I guess- was told it helps focus, but idk.If I had someone playing a violin next to me I'm pretty sure I would have a difficult time focusing”. She had listened to music before meeting you, however much preferred learning pre-war information from long forgotten technology more than listening to it. As such whenever you are both listening she would randomly tell you small random facts about composers such as “.hey, did you know Edvard Grieg had a good-luck figurine. It was a little frog that he would pat before a concert- found that out on an old library achieve. wonder why he thought the frog was so lucky. - hey maybe I'm your lucky charm y/n”. However she wonders why classical music was associated with intelligence at the time since, anyone can listen to the music, so what made it so intellectual, or was it just that the skill it takes to play an instrument made it associated with knowledge.

Ulysses:He collects all pre-war music he can. He enjoys listening to just his surrounding and the silence that would sometimes bring. He also enjoys focusing on music and was surprised by how many classical music recordings he found while travelling. He enjoyed what each song means by its self but also how the music and the meaning behind it still remained even years after their creators and original audiences had died. He did sometimes wonder what message the listeners were supposed to take away however he knows that answer is one of many lost by time. At first he is rather hesitant about even bringing up the subject, due to you're association of destroying the traces of the old world, However through gaining his trust he slowly opens up about it and will let you sit and listen with him.He will sometimes ask you what you think the meaning is or what you think of the song and sometimes comment that he wonder if the creators would imagine someone like him listening to their music, a lone man sitting one the edge of a cliff, watching over the past while protecting the present from the threats of tunnelers and marked men or the significance their music would have on a person. When you join him, you normal listen in silence broken by occasional discussion. Allowing you both you be in your own thought. However even if it is just your presence next to him or you holding his hand or sometimes falling asleep resting against him, he is glad he isn't completely alone and that you understand, even if it is just a little bit, the importance the music is to him.

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TEAM ZRCN ARC 2 - CHAPTER 6

Progress is made on the hunt for information, Cordovan and Neela get to know Leyla better, and a familiar face makes their return. 

Many thanks to @neopoliitan for proofreading for me again! It’s very appreciated!

NEELA

Ever since the team had arrived at Shizukana, any attempt at progress had been stalled by a bout of bad weather. According to Leyla, these sorts of storms were not uncommon at this time of the year, but nor were they too frequent, and she mused that they had chosen the right day to arrive at least.

Zelde had initially been determined to make some progress with their mission to find out more about the Hargraves despite the poor weather until Leyla talked her out of doing so. Although this frustrated Zelde at first, Leyla did seem to win her back over again, by offering to show them around so that she could point out the right people to ask. 

Four days after arriving on Shizukana, the storms finally cleared enough for them to finally make their enquiries. The morning had started pleasant enough, with the four of them being woken up by sunlight filtering in through the windows, and the sound of gulls crying. However, the peaceful morning was soon shattered by the sound of arguing between Helia and Leyla elsewhere in the house.

“I knew the peace wouldn’t last too long,” Xanthos said, followed by a long yawn. Unlike the rest of his teammates, he was still lying in his bedroll, propped up on his side, with the sheets covering the lower half of his body, as he was only wearing a thin bed shirt and shorts.

“At least they’re talking more,” Neela was quick to say, earning a nod of agreement from Cordovan. “That’s definitely an improvement from how it was when we arrived.”

There was a sound of fabric ruffling slightly, as Zelde shifted by the side of her, in her improbably long nightgown. It was a high-necked, frilly number, very old fashioned, and reminded Neela of something she was certain her grandmother might have owned. “I’m not sure if I’d consider arguing as talking,” She said, glancing between Cordovan and Neela. “Truth be told, I can’t say I’m surprised they’re arguing. Did none of you notice how the atmosphere changed when we started pressing them for information and we ended up bringing up that ‘Veronica’ name again? The tension in the air was palpable.”

“I wonder who she is.” Xanthos mused. There was something of a conspiratorial expression on his face as he sat up. “A jilted lover perhaps?”

Zelde scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Why do you have to come out with the most scandalous suggestions, Ravi?”

“Because it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t,” He responded with a wink.

“Maybe she was one of her other teammates?” Neela pondered out loud. This prompted Zelde, Xanthos, and herself to all glance towards Cordovan. 

“Sadly, no,” He responded, giving Neela a small smile. “Their other teammates were Alcyone Sternberg and Anthea Garland.”

The three of them nodded their heads to show they understood before Xanthos’ feature dropped. “Well, that’s annoying,” He grumbled, frowning slightly as he spoke. “Guess that means her identity will remain secret for even longer.”

--

After a small breakfast, Leyla finally offered to show them around, and introduce them to some of the islanders who might be better equipped to help with their enquiries. The six of them had planned to head into the main village initially, but following the earlier fight and the growing tension between the two women Zelde had preemptively opted to split up. 

When pressed for her reasoning for splitting them by Xanthos, she expressed a desire to avoid any further altercation between the two women, fearing another argument would affect their progress. With everyone on board with the idea, she charged herself and Xanthos with keeping Helia occupied, whilst Neela and Cordovan were to accompany Leyla into town and report back with any information once they returned.

If Leyla was bothered by the lack of involvement from those staying behind she didn’t show it, and when Cordovan explained their made-up reasoning, she merely shrugged.

That morning Leyla was wearing a similar outfit to what she had worn when they first arrived - dark purple-black trousers which formed seamlessly into boots, a jacket in a similar purple-black colour, and a white shirt underneath. The only difference to her outfit today was that she had the jacket tied around her waist, and wore her jet black hair in a loose ponytail, as opposed to a tight bun. It suited her better, in Neela’s opinion, helping to soften her sharp facial features. The most appealing feature she had was her eyes, lilac in colour which worked well in contrast to her dark hair and tan skin.

To Neela and Cordovan’s surprise, rather than walking the short distance to the village centre, Leyla seemed insistent on taking the beat-up jeep she owned.

“Is this really necessary?” Cordovan quizzed, as they all got inside, echoing Neela’s thoughts.

Leyla shrugged as she put the key in the ignition. “I need to pick up some supplies while I’m there,” she explained, “it's easier for me to take the car, rather than carrying an unknown quantity of bags back home.”

It took a while for the car to start, Leyla clearly having some difficulty in getting the engine to turn over. After a third attempt, it eventually roared into life, and they were able to leave. They had only just pulled away from the house when Leyla apologised for the struggles with the car.

“Sorry about that. She’s an old girl, a bit temperamental at times, especially if she hasn’t moved in a couple of days,” Leyla explained, giving an almost affectionate pat to the dashboard. “I should consider upgrading at some point, but she was my sister’s car, and I can’t stand to part with her.”

“You have a sister?” Neela asked.

“Yes,” Leyla confirmed with a nod. “Veronica Noire.”

“Oh!” Neela exclaimed loudly. “We were wondering who she was.”

Leyla glanced at the two of them in the rearview mirror. “You were?”

Neela flinched suddenly. Something about the look Leyla gave the two of them, filled her with a quiet sense of unease. “Yeah, we’ve heard you and Helia mention her name a couple of times these past few days, and we were curious who she was. We’re sorry if we offended you by asking about her.”

Leyla chuckled slightly, though her expression remained fairly neutral. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for. It’s only natural you’d be curious.”

“What was she like?” Cordovan asked politely.

“My sister was the hero of the family. She was an inspiration not only to myself but many others on the island. She was kind and brave, and strong, and a little vulnerable too. Always determined to help others, no matter the cost.” A silence filled the car. Neela and Cordovan exchanged a brief look before Neela leaned forward. “What happened to her?” Leyla’s hand gripped the wheel tightly. She turned her head to look out the window, jaw clenching and unclenching before she spoke again. “She went missing. Most likely dead.”

“You don’t think there’s a possibility she’s alive?” “No,” Leyla was quick to say. “They’ve never confirmed it officially, but I know, I can feel it in my bones.” They were ominous words, but she sounded so certain of her sister’s fate, that it was hard to argue with her. That and with neither Neela or Cordovan barely knowing anything about the Noire family, it didn’t seem right to pry further.

The car journey went by in silence after that, and with the village centre not very far from the Noire home, it did not take long at all for them to reach their destination. After parking up, Leyla walked them to the centre of the village. Being only a small settlement, the village wasn’t very big, and most of the “shops” were, in fact, various market stalls offering a wide variety of items.

Leyla was quick to point out a few vendors who were worth talking to; those who generally seemed to attract the most newcomers or saw the most customers. 

“You’ll want to speak with Mr Caswell too,” Leyla suggested, pointing to a larger building in the village. “He keeps track of all the records on the island after Leonie died. He might be able to give you better information on the Hargraves than I ever could. You could also try Lucina. And perhaps Robyn? They run the sole inn on the island.”

--

As Neela, Cordovan, and Leyla made their way through the village, they were unaware they had caught the attention of someone. 

Sat at a cafe, quietly sipping a fruity beverage, a woman had recognised their voices - two of them at least. Lifting her head, it did not take her long for her gaze to fall upon the three. Her brow creased in annoyance, and she gripped her cup harder, unable to believe what she was seeing.

Grumbling in annoyance, she would retrieve some Lien from a back pocket, before making her exit. It was an underpayment, but it would take them a long time to realise that, and by that point, she would be long gone - long gone and already plotting to get rid of these children who seemed intent on ruining their hard work. They had gotten the better of her once, but she would not let that happen again. It was time for her revenge, and this time she would not play so nicely.

Team ZRCN would rue the day they made an enemy of Candy Cornel.

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Bughead post 2x05 fic

*Part 1* About 3k words, some angst. Part 2 here

    Betty immediately pulled on her jacket to head for the door. She knew where the Black Hood would be. This would be her chance. She snuck out of her house and started running towards The Five Seasons. It was freezing out but she had to catch him. She thought about her plan as she sprinted, knowing she couldn’t let Nick St. Clair die, no matter how much of a piece of trash he was.

   Betty arrived at the hotel and ran upstairs, knowing from Veronica which room it was already. Only when she got there, the door was already ajar and the room was trashed. She slowly walked into the room, barely able to breathe. She checked to make sure there wasn’t a body and then fled, needing to be anywhere else. What had she done? • • •    Jughead was woken up by the pounding on the trailer door. Briefly, he hoped it was Betty coming over before school. Then the reality of the previous day flooded his mind and he was bitter. Still, he sorely got up and went to open the door. As soon as he pushed it open, Sweet Pea was through the entryway and giving him directions. Jughead tried to push through the grogginess to understand what Sweet Pea was saying. Something about a race? Ghoulies? Riverdale High? Wait What?! He listened closer and realized he was being volunteered to cross the tracks over to his old high school to facilitate a conversation with Reggie. He still wasn’t clear why but all this could mean was bad news. He briefly tried to argue but there was no way out of it. He decided to not think about the proximity that would bring him to…. Her. 

   Sitting in the parking lot of the school that no longer felt warm to Jughead, he persuaded Sweet Pea it would be better if he didn’t walk on to campus. At least until he “convinced” Reggie to listen to the proposal. Really he hoped to be shot down. He didn’t want to be here and he didn’t want the trouble this crazy team-up would accrue. Nevertheless, Jughead heard Reggie’s car approaching the parking lot. Quickly finding it and waiting for it to park, Jughead walked over and called after Reggie. He definitely seemed annoyed to see Jughead but a look of surprise did cross his face when he noticed what had happened to Jugs’. Sarcastically, he asked “What, did the Serpents do that to you?” “Actually, yes. Initiation as it turns out.”    Reggie, looking disgusted, replied “So you’re one of them now then? You should get out of here before the rest of the team sees you. They’re aching for another fight after Dilton and ten against one doesn’t look good for you, snake.”    Reggie started to walk away and Jughead turned to look at Sweet Pea. The look on his face told Jug this was definitely a test. There wasn’t going to be another chance for him to prove his value. He had to at least get Reggie to talk with Sweet Pea. Sighing internally, he tried to think of how to pique Reggie’s interest. “We have a proposal.” Reggie stopped but without turning around, said “So?” Jughead was trying not to get frustrated. “We need your car for a race. The terms are up for negotiation.”    “Is your girlfriend a part of this negotiation?” Reggie teased, trying to start a fight. Jughead glared, his vision going red at the edges. He didn’t want to picture Reggie flirting with Betty but he had to face the facts that it no longer had anything to do with him. Instead, he replied icily, “I don’t know. I don’t have one.”    Reggie finally turned to look Jughead straight in the eyes. “We might be able to deal. But your old pal Archie will be representing me.” Damn. • • •

       Betty sat at her desk at the Blue and Gold, the whole world around her feeling like it was caving in. A psycho serial killer was controlling her by threatening everyone she loves and isolating her by making her push out everyone he deemed unworthy of her. All of this was too much. She had sent her best friend since childhood, Archie to break up with the man she loved because she couldn’t face doing it herself. She needed to keep Jughead safe. And her sister and her children. Her mother. Veronica. She tried not to think about the pain Juggie was in. He had told her he loved her. For Jughead, this betrayal would devastate him. Betty shook her head to clear it. It was better this than him dead.    She tried to think of a plan to rescue Nick if he was still alive. She would have to give the Black Hood something in exchange. Her heart wrenched at the thought of who she would have to push away next. Archie, most likely, given he’s helped her the most lately and there was the incident with him spray painting the red circle on the southside while possessing a gun. There were only a handful of people that knew about that but whomever this Black Hood was, he watched her. He knew things he couldn’t when he called to make threats to her.    Betty blamed herself for it all. For some reason, her speech at the Jubilee about making Riverdale better inspired him. She was responsible for Archie’s dad being shot. For Mrs. Grundie being killed. For Moose and Midge being shot. Her sister Polly would be next if she didn’t find some way to catch him.    Suddenly, Archie came through the door to the school’s newspaper office, seeming breathless. “Come on. Reggie and I need your help with something in auto shop.” Betty hesitated. Archie came over and took her hand. “I swear that this is a problem only you can solve.” Before she was willing to go anywhere she had to ask. “How did it go last night?” Archie took a second to comprehend. Finally, he moved to stand completely in front of her and met her eyes. “He took it pretty bad Betts. He refused to believe me so I had to hurt him. He didn’t believe that you could do that. But eventually he got it and just said ‘Tell Betty I got the message.’ He’s joined the Serpents now. They all came over in the middle of me talking to him.” Betty found a dark humor in that. All she could say was “Yeah. They have bad timing like that.”    Shuffling his feet, Archie asked if she’d come to the school’s auto show now. She felt like falling to the ground instead. “I’m not feeling up to it Arch. Maybe later?” Archie took her other hand too. “Betty. I need your help.” Damn. He knew her too well. She nodded and started to follow him, not knowing what, or rather, who, was waiting for her. • • •    Jughead paced. Trying to find a way out of this particular part of the agreement. Neither Sweet Pea nor Reggie cared much about this part of the plan but Archie had insisted on involving Betty to take a look under Reggie’s hood. He knew Archie would be returning with Betty any minute and he didn’t want to be here for this. He thought he caught a glimpse of sympathy from Sweet Pea but he decided to ignore it. He had to focus on escape.    But it was too late. The door opened and first came Betty, looking straight ahead at Sweet Pea and Reggie standing by the car. A second later, Archie followed, immediately searching the room for Jughead. Seeing her was like going through The Gauntlet all over again. And yet also in a part of himself he hadn’t managed to beat back yet, there was relief. It faded as he looked at her more closely though. Her eyes were definitely puffy and the bags under them rivaled his own. Her signature high ponytail was gone, replaced by some loose mess hanging lazily off her head. Something was wrong. “Leave it alone!” his head yelled at him. “She broke it off, remember?”    She had stopped at the sight of Sweet Pea. Taking a second to attempt recognition. When he turned his head to look at Reggie in impatience, her eyes zeroed in on the serpent tattoo on his neck and she visibly straightened. She looked around the room, seeing Jughead and turned around to try to leave. That suited him just fine right now but Archie had stopped her before she could get through the door. They had a quick, heated discussion and then she turned back around, again, looking straight at Reggie and Sweet Pea.    “What do you need?” she asked sharply. She was standing taller now, very pointedly not looking at Jughead. Reggie was the first to break the silence. “Need you to take a look under my hood. See if I can race.” Jughead heard the flirting in his tone but Jug was still focused on trying to get out of here. He saw an office in the corner that looked like there was a small hallway behind. He slowly started to walk towards it, trying not to be noticed, when Reggie asked, “So Betts, do you think it’s ride worthy?” Four sets of angry eyes met his.    “Your battery terminal clamp is loose. Hand me the 3/8ths wrench over there. Besides that it looks well enough taken care of.” Jughead was still inching his way toward the corner but as soon as the wrench was in Betty’s hand, Sweet Pea asked Reggie and Archie to come with him to finish working out the details of their deal. He was alone with her now and he knew she knew it too. He stopped moving for a minute to see if she’d say anything though he was completely sure he didn’t want to hear whatever it was. He’d barely moved again when he heard quietly “Please tell me you won’t be racing.” He couldn’t help the anger in his response.    “What exactly, do you care?” She whirled on him faster than she had on Chuck. “Don’t you DARE think I don’t care, Jughead Jones! You think I didn’t notice the bruises on your face from all the way over here?! You have no IDEA what I’ve done to keep you safe!” There was a part of his brain that knew he should ask her what that meant but the anger overwhelmed him and he was striding toward the car, needing to say this to her face. “And where was that concern when you broke up with me through Archie instead of in person?! Where was that safety when I was getting this done to me?!”    Jughead pointed to the bruising on his face with his right hand, which was now unbandaged enough to see the clear marks of a snake bite. Her eyes darted to the bite and her lips tightened. He could see the tears through her anger. “Because I COULDN’T DO IT JUGGIE!” She deflated a little and took a step back. “And I couldn’t protect you from yourself. Not this time.” He deflated a little too and leaned against the car, feeling tired. “I don’t know if i’ll be driving at this point. It’s either me or Sweet Pea. Can’t be Reggie in a Serpents versus Ghoulies race.” He thought for a second. “What do you mean you couldn’t do it?”    Betty closed her eyes and he caught the telltale sign of her clenching his fingernails into her palms. Just then her phone started ringing. There was distinct panic in her eyes at the sound of “Lollipop! Lollipop! Oh Lolli Lolli Lolli! Lollipop! Lollipop! Oh Lolli Lolli Lolli!” Betty excused herself as she rushed for the door. He took a deep breath after she was out of the room and started to think over their conversation. What did she mean about keeping him safe? Why couldn’t she break up with him? He heard the sound of her crying outside the door and went to investigate. Why was she crying?    From just inside the door he could hear her. “I didn’t want to see him, he was just there. It was an ambush.” What? Who is she talking to? Well at least now he knows she doesn’t want to see him. “No, Please! It was an accident. Please don’t hurt him! I did what you asked! I’ll leave right now just please don’t hurt him.” The truth suddenly dawned on Jughead. She was being threatened. And the only person dumb enough to threaten Betty Cooper was the Black Hood. But from the sounds of it, it was working. Jug cracked the door a little and saw Betty drop the phone to her side and Betty was crying again, crumbling in on herself. He walked back over to the car to wait for her.   A couple minutes later she poked her head in the door. “Hey Jug, I have to go. Tell Reggie it’s fixed.” as she started to back up he stopped her. “Hey Betty, wait.” she stopped and looked at him. He knew he couldn’t tell her he knew the truth. It might put someone else in danger. She wouldn’t let him in now and risk someone else. All he could do is ease it for her. With all the sincerity he could muster, he told her, “I forgive you.” To him it sounded like an incredibly pompous thing to say. But he knew her. He knew she’d blame herself for it all. He wished he could hug her and they could do this together but for now this would have to do. She smiled, just a little bit at him. “Thanks Juggie. I have to go.”    Jughead sat and waited in the shop, waiting for Reggie, Archie, and Sweet Pea to get back. It felt like forever but it gave him time to process through how Betty had been acting lately. Finally, they were back and Archie came to walk over to Jughead. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he sort of leaned back and said “I’m sorry for the way I acted last night. I just got angry seeing you joining the serpents and I shouldn’t have done it the way I did. Betty didn’t want it that way.” Jughead sort of squinted at him, wondering if he knew. “Did she want it at all?” The twitch in Archie’s eye as he tried to come up with a response said it all. “What? Of cours- OW DUDE WHAT THE HELL?!” Reggie and Sweet Pea came over and took their friends flanks as soon as Jughead punched Archie. Jughead was furious Arch hadn’t protected her. What kind of “Best Friend Since Childhood” was he? “How long have you known?! How long has he been threatening her?! WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING?!” Archie motioned Reggie off which led Jug to do the same. “WHY ARCHIE?!” He needed an answer.    Archie straightened but hung his head. “I’ve known since the beginning. It started right after the town hall meeting. She told me he’d threatened Ronnie. She nearly cut me out too. She went along with it to keep people from dying.”    Just then, Reggie butted in. “Betty is getting threats? That’s why she’s been so different. I thought she might be pregnant like her sister or something.” Jughead wanted to punch Reggie too but right now they needed him. He turned back to Archie. “She didn’t really want to break up with me. Why didn’t you tell me last night?” Archie looked at him cautiously. “How much did she tell you?” Jugs vision was red at the edges again. “She told me nothing! I overheard the phone call and she bolted! Start talking Andrews!” “He’s threatened everyone she loves, he made her publish the thing about her mom, and he’s watching her all the time. She does as he says because she thinks as long as she keeps him distracted, he’ll stop killing. He knows where Polly is, Jug. He threatened her sister.”    Now it was Sweet Pea’s turn to interrupt. “The ‘Hood is threatening your girl, Jughead? And this northsider didn’t tell you? Or try to protect her himself? Can I punch him?” Jug ground his teeth. Sweet Pea had a point. Reggie’s fists bunched and he stepped closer again. Jughead sighed. “No. We need him for the race. Can we work on a rescue plan after?” Sweet Pea thought on it for a second. “I’ll do you one better. After this race we’ll get all the Serpents in on this. If she’s still your girl, she is one of our own. And we look out for our own.”  He said the last bit while staring down Archie. Well, at least now there was a plan.

[under-the-riverwolf-fanfiction]

Can Love Conquer All/Ch 7

Summary: Veronica visits Jughead and tries talks some sense into him. But does he listen to her advice?

I'm sorry but this chapter is pretty short, It just didn't feel right to continue on. But I hope you enjoy it, please don't hate me if you don't like how things turned out.

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Jughead lay under the covers, not moving, not wanting to breathe. He screwed everything up, he pushed her away, he lost the love of his life. Betty didn't talk to him for the rest of the day no matter how many times he tried to talk to her. The pillow next to his still smelled like her, her scent lingering from the previous night. God dammit why did he get so angry about what her mom said, her mother said it not her. And then he goes and makes it worse by trying to kiss her. God he was such an idiot.

His thoughts are interrupted by the banging on the door, he ignored it, not wanting to deal with the outside world.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Jughead got up annoyed, but he took his time walking to the door. “What the hell do you want?” he growled.

“That’s no way to talk to someone Juggikins! You look like shit, by the way,” Veronica said as she examined his face

“Thanks V. At Least I know I’ll always have someone to make me feel even better about myself,” Jughead muttered, and went to close the door. “Wait!” Veronica said and slammed her hand on the door to prevent him from closing it. “Wait,” she said. “What do you want V? Someone die?” he said replied grumpily. Not bothering to wait for a reply he left the door open but turned to crash on his couch.

Veronica’s face softened. “ I heard about Betty. Well to be honest, I heard her crying in the girl's bathroom talking to Cheryl, but that’s pretty much the same thing. “Why should that matter to me?” “She said you guys were on a break, thought I’d come and check how you’re coping.”

“Wait a break?” Jughead perked his head up.

Veronica nodded and crossed her arms. “Think there is still something there. So what did you do that made her so mad?”

“What did she say exactly Veronica, what was the exact words she used?” Jughead asked as he sat up.

“Woah calm down, she said that she needed some space to think things through and that she told you that she thinks you guys should spend some time apart, wait did that not happen?”

“Yeah no it did, I just thought when she said that she was breaking up with me for good.”

“Well, what did she say to you, exactly?”

“That she needed time to think. That we were on a break. Made it seem like she didn’t love me anymore.”

“Ouch, that’s rough.”

“Not helping, V.”

“Look Jughead, if you want her back, you have to fight for her!”

“Why would she take me back, I accused her of killing Archie!”

“Wait, what? I didn’t hear that part.” Veronica smacked him over the head. “Why would you do that, idiot? She wouldn’t kill Archie!”

“Oh, and you know that for sure, do you? Veronica, she was the last person to see him alive.”

“No, she wasn’t,” Veronica whispered.

“And how could you possibly know that?”

“I picked up Archie from her place after their tutoring session. She obviously didn’t see me. I dropped him off at Sweetwater river then headed home”

“So she didn’t do it,” Jughead muttered to himself.

“No, Jughead she didn’t. She couldn’t possibly have done it. The time it would have taken to get to him would have been impossible.”

“Oh no, what have I done?” Jughead stood to his feet, glancing around the room for help. “She will never take me back!” he exclaimed.

“Talk to her, fight for her!” Veronica said.

“She won’t talk to me,” Jughead muttered.

“Of course not! I wouldn’t either!” “Thanks V. That’s real helpful.” Veronica sighed heavily. “Okay, fine. I’ll try and talk to her, but it’s you that has to do the work. I’d start by groveling on your knees.”

“Do you really think I could get her back?”

“Maybe, but she’s pretty upset. From what I heard yesterday, she is in love with you, and love like that doesn't just go away Jug,” Veronica said, with a sigh.

Jughead smiled and nodded.

“Also if you don’t get her back there is always me...”

“Haha, very funny Ronnie,” Jughead muttered and passed by her to grab his jacket. He pushed out the door, “Lock up for me, will you?” he said. He was off to go get his girl back.

………

“Betty! Please just give me five minutes!” Jughead begged.

“Jughead, you need to leave! I have work to do and this newspaper doesn’t write itself, besides we are on a break Jughead, that means staying away from each other!” she said and swiveled her chair back to her desk in the blue and gold.

“I don’t know if I can do that Betts.”

“Do what?” Betty said, not taking her eyes off of her computer.

“Stay away from you.”

Betty turned to look at Jughead, anger wired on her face.

“You didn’t have a problem doing that when you thought I killed Archie,” she growled.

Jughead sighed, “Betts..”

“Don’t, Jughead. Just leave”

“No,” he said and stood his ground.

Betty stood up frustrated. “Leave. Getting Veronica to try and soften me up isn’t the way, so just leave, cause we ain’t getting back together at this rate.”

“Because you won’t even let me apologize, I just want to-” “Leave! Why won’t you leave!”

“Because I'm in love with you, and your in love with me, and that love just doesn’t disappear because of one stupid fight,” he said.

“Stupid fight? I didn’t think being upset about my boyfriend accusing me of murder was stupid, but hey-” “I’m sorry! My friend died. I wasn’t thinking straight.” “No, you weren’t, and I’m not sure if I can stand to be around someone “who doesn’t think straight”, because my heart can’t take that.” “Betty, baby just let me-” “Don’t call me baby, not now. Not after what you said. What you accused me of.” “I’m sorry Betty, please. Please just let me make it up to you.” “And how would you do that?” she growled. “By showing you why you fell in love with me in the first place.”

“Really?” she muttered.

“For example, I know you fell in love with my sense of humor,” he said inching closer to her.

“Oh sure.”

“Also you fell in love with the fact that I am always wrong and your always right.”

“Keep talking.”

“You fell in love with me the minute I said hello,” Jughead said now only meters from her desk.

“Oh really, how are you so sure?” she whispered, a smile creeping onto her face.

“Because that is what happened with me, and you are my soulmate. I know that for sure.” Jughead was now leaning over her, hands braced on each side of the chair, his face inches from hers.

“Jug,” Betty whispered

“Betty please, let me love you. Love me. I fucked up I know, but you are it for me.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

“Betty please I - wait what?”

“I said okay,” she whispered.

Jughead crushed his lips on hers before she could say anything else. His hands grabbed at her waist pulling her out of her chair flush against him. His hands slide down the back of her thighs. He picked her up and placed her on the desk. Let's just say, they were glad nobody was at school.

[sxfiyxplz]

Better (Archie Andrews)

This idea has changed more times then I can remember but it is here now!! It's my first smut so I'm sorry if it sucks but I hope yall enjoy♥️ Warning: smut (obviously) swearing It had been 3 months. Three whole months since you had broken up with the so call love of your life who had your heart in the palm of his hand and shattered it effortlessly, leaving you broken. It was crazy how much of an impact he had on you; he would always be able to get under your skin, just as you was starting to feel you again. Your friends hated him for what he did to you, they hated to admit it but you was still a mess and they tried their hardest to make you smile and forget the heart break; Archie certainly did. When he had heard what happened from Betty's infamous track record of not being able to lie to her friends, he made his way to the boys locker rooms, slamming your now ex onto the floor throwing punches aimlessly, anger fielding out of him. You hadn't known about the feud until lunch when you saw your ex, dark purple rings around his eyes and Archie storming towards you. He took hold of your arm, holding you tightly in his arms. You began trembling but Archie just held you there, stroking your hair as you hurried your head into his neck. "He's not going to be a problem anymore," Archie said "I'll make sure of it." From that day on your friendship with Archie changed. It was the smallest things like your hands brushing against each other's, the small glances, smiles, looking to you in the crowd when he played a game, milkshakes at pops, the late night phone calls, you told yourself it was nothing but Archie Andrews being well Archie Andrews but it made everything bearable- it made things better. You knew you couldn't hide the fact there was chemistry between the two of you, and you wasn't the only one who noticed. Betty often made comments about the two of you when you was all together at pops which often made you blush and Archie smile a little too hard. But that wasn't the what happened when you got a text from Betty to meet everyone at pops that evening. Your parents were away and you was house sitting when you was told to come join the gang. You walked past the window and saw your 4 friends sat in a booth milkshakes in hand in deep conversation. You smiled to yourself walking in expecting one of them to notice you but they didn't. The place was practically empty and that's when you overheard them all. "I know she's like one of your closest friends Betty but God she was a drag with him. I'm glad Archie here is trying to slide his way into her life. I really do like her now." Veronica said making you frown. You stood a few booths down to listen in to what the rest of the guys had to say about you. "Come on she wasn't that bad it clearly was just a toxic relationship." Jughead butted in "Exactly!" Betty exclaimed "she's one of my closest friends and is honestly such a great person, it just changed around him." Then everyone turned to face Archie as he had his head down, not wanting to be involved in the conversation. "Archie?" Veronica pipped up again "any input about your future girlfriend?" She smirked You looked at him. Hoping for some positivity to come out of his mouth, or for him to change the subject or just tell them to stop. "Her boyfriend treated her like shit which made her into a shit person ok." He said looking annoyed "now I'm spending time with her she's the person we all love so can we all just knock it off." His eyes trailed off from the guilty looking group which was when he saw you. Tear filled eyes and hands clenched. "Shit." "Shit person huh?" You rose your voice making everyone turn to you "well I guess this shit person better get going" you said spinning on your heels running out the door. You didn't let anyone stop you as you ran, kept running and didn't stop. You ran home, choking from trying to catch your breath as well as the uncontrollable sobs. You thought you had escaped the heartache of your ex, but you hadn't, and your friends hadn't either. It burned that your friends spoke about you behind your back and for Archie to go along and agree with it was shit. You paced around your living room driving your self insane replaying the moment you walked into pops. Your head needed clearing and you knew you needed some air, fast, but as you swung your front door open there he was. Archie Andrews. His eyes gleamed with happiness knowing you was home but guilt knowing that he had hurt you. He smiled a little walking in without an invite shutting the door behind him. "Archie the fuck are you do-" you spoke but he quickly cut you off, his lips crashing into yours. Your hands automatically tangled their way through his hair as he cupped your face as the kiss deepened. You was still angry but you craved this kiss, you craved Archie, but he broke the kiss leaving you breathless. "I can love you so much better then he can." He whispered leaning in again slowly kissing your lips softly. "I will always love you better." Always. Your heart skipped a beat at these words and you cupped Archie's face craving his lips. The kiss deepened instantly and you craved more as his hands roamed your body. Your hands quickly found Archie's belt buckle to undo as you began to throb. Archie knew exactly what you both wanted and broke the kiss. "Jump" he said, you doing so instantly, being able to wrap yourself around his torso, Archie slammed you into your living room wall causing you to moan. His fingers ran up and down your thigh causing you to shudder. His hand suddenly grasped your ass making you groan. Your lips parted and you bit your lips as Archie planted sweet kisses down your jaw to your bare neck down to your chest. He tugged at your sleeve and you helped him remove your top and he did the same. Your hands ran over his muscular smooth build and you knew you wanted him. You needed him. "Archie" you breathed " if you're going to love me you're gonna have to fuck me better too." You said, eyes full of lust as you looked up at him. Archie didn't have to respond;he unclasped your bra letting it fall to the floor. He slammed his lips into yours, you allowing access for his tongue to dance with yours as he grabbed your breasts. "Fuck" he growled. You couldn't wait any longer and went straight for Achies belt, unbuckling it and undoing his pants. You felt his hand glide up your inner thigh, pugging at the lace of your panties. You helped him take them off and rapped your legs around Archie as he thrusted himself into you. You tried to stay quiet but you couldn't help but moan uncontrollably as Archie began to quicken his pace, leaving you breathless each time he went deeper into you. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he sucked at your jawline, making you moan even more. "Fuck Archie" he breathed as his pace quickened and you felt yourself reach your climax. In that moment your mind was free, free from the anger, the sadness, the heartbreak, your whole body felt alive and you loved it. You felt Archie push his hips against you one final time before slowly legging your legs drop to the floor. He took your chin, pushing it up for you to face him as he looked you in the eyes. You couldn't help but smile as you saw the corners of his lips curl and his fiery hair flop between his eyes. You cupped his face again kissing him, as you knew it was Archie who would be able to make everything better.

[askmetaborrowers]

Since you've been teasing us so much with them getting seen, how would Amanda's and Jack's first encounter go?

Jack grabbed his bag as soon as the plane landed. He looked out the window, seeing the rain coming down from grey filled skies. He couldn’t help but smile and the familiarity. He started off the plane, swinging his bag over his shoulder. He headed straight for his luggage and then for the security. He wanted to get this over and done with as soon as possible. He could use a good rest after three days of vidcon.

He placed his luggage on the belt, but took his bag with him, since it was small enough. He got in the line and was soon at the front. The security guard stopped him before he could pass through the scan.

“Bags here, sir.” A man with a name tag reading the name ‘Theo’ instructed him, pointing to a conveyor belt.

“Oh, ah okay.” Jack sent down his bag on the belt and stood there a little awkwardly. Not knowing if he was supposed to wait for his bag or not.

A second security guard named “Veronica” watched the bag go through the X-ray, keeping an eye out for suspicious items. The bag seemed normal, until it…wasn’t. Veronica blinked, but still there on the screen appeared to be a tiny person-like creature moving around in the bag. Occasionally pets or other creatures were found in luggage, but never quite like this.

“Have him step aside, Theo.” Veronica called out to her partner across the way, grabbing the bag and heading to the back room for further investigation.

“Sir, you’re gonna have to come with me.” Theo instructed Jack.

“W-what?” Well this had never happened before. He followed Theo into the backroom where Veronica was already waiting. The bag was still closed and Jack had to wonder what was going on.

“Is there a problem?” Jack asked.

Veronica blinked, recognizing the man who stood before her as she had spent many hours of her youth watching him. “You’re Jacksepticeye!”

Jack blinked and then broke out into a hug grin. He was always happy to see a fan. “Heh, yeah that’s me!” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Really, Veronica?” Theo looked annoyed. “You’re supposed to stay professional, is that why he’s back here?”

“Uh…” Veronica now felt torn between admitting she imagined she saw a tiny person or lying to say she just wanted to see Jacksepticeye. She chose the socially acceptable answer.

“I’m sorry, it’s just…I’m a really big fan.” Veronica made sure to look sheepish. Theo glared at her. “Well, that and I thought I saw a tiny person in your bag.”

Amanda, being said tiny person in the bag, was suddenly was paying full attention to the loud humans talking above her. She had gone undetected for so long, how did this person know she was here? The bag hadn’t even been opened in hours!

“A tiny person?” Theo scoffed. “Don’t make up stories.”

“It’s probably nothing.” Veronica assured Jack, handing his bag back to him. “Sometimes the machines act up, so it was probably that. Or I’m just going crazy.”

“Just get back to work.” Theo said, holding the door for her and Jack to leave. “Sorry about all this, sir.”

“It’s okay.” Jack said as he gripped his bag and walked out of the room. What Veronica said was nagging at him though, reminding him of what Dan had said the night before. That…had to be a coincidence, right?

Still, Jack’s curiosity was getting the best of him so as he walked back over to the security line he opened up his bag and peered inside.

Amanda breathed heavily, hoping Jack would close the bag soon. She dove to the bottom of the bag, hiding amongst the clothes just like she had the other times Jack opened up the bag on the plane.

Jack noticed the movement and his body tensed. He hadn’t imagined that, there was something in his bag. Something alive. He looked around him and at Veronica who was checking over his luggage at the moment. He took a breath and carefully moved his clothes aside, near where he thought he saw the movement.

Amanda tried to scramble away from the incoming light, but it was no use. Soon the clothing coverage was removed and Amanda found herself staring at a human who was staring right back. She pressed herself against the back of the bag nervously, glancing at the open pocket above her and getting ready to try and jump out.

Jack stared in frozen shock at the tiny person sitting in his bag. His mouth went dry as he realized Dan had been right. There were tiny people and one of them happened to be in his bag. He looked up just in time to see Veronica come over with his luggage and so he quickly closed the bag back up. He figured it wouldn’t be a good idea if someone saw her. He then very gently placed the bag on his shoulder, making sure he didn’t swing it around too much.

“Here you go.” Veronica said, handing Jack the rest of his luggage. “Once again, so sorry for that weird mistake, but I’m so glad I got to meet you. You’re one of my favorite youtubers, right up there with Daniel Howell.”

Amanda sat in the darkness, trying to evaluate what had just happened. A human saw her, but then just…closed the bag? Did that really just happen? Should she feel relieved or even more worried?

“It’s no problem, really. I’m always psyched to meet a fan.” At the mention of Dan, he chuckled. “Actually I was just at vidcon and saw him.” He didn’t mention to Veronica the fact that Dan had been acting weird the whole time. Mostly because he now knew why. He sent a quick glance to his bag.

“Anyway, it was really nice meeting you.”

“Oh, okay.” Veronica nodded. “Thanks again!”

Jack nodded and waved goodbye as he started moving away from the security. Jack glanced at his bag again and then back at the crowded airport. Checking on the tiny person here probably wouldn’t be a good idea. There were too many people around. He was curious, but he thought it would be best to wait until he was at home alone.

With that decided, Jack picked up the pace a bit as he called for his uber. He would be home in about 30 min. And then he would get his answers.

[chaos-and-recover]

ALL OF THE ASKS 🖤

EVERY TIME.

Alright let’s do this.

1: Favorite band?

AFI and/or July Talk

2: Favorite song?

Of all time? I think I realized recently that it is in fact Falling Slowly. The fact that I have like 7 different versions in my music library was a solid clue that I fucking love it.

3: What’s a band/artist you loved as a child but can barely listen to now?

My brother and I loved Kris Kross when we were little. That’s some cheeseball rap right there. Also when I was 12 I was super into Prodigy. But then, Firestarter is still a good fucking song.

4: Did you ever see a band/artist live?

Yes? A lot? Many times?

5: Are you going to any gigs soon?

I was supposed to go to Chicago next weekend to see my boys the Plain White T’s but they cancelled the show and I’m bummed.

I’m seeing Jimmy Eat World on December 5th and I’m stoked about it.

I’m also seeing July Talk three nights in a row on the 20th, 21st and 22nd because I have no self control and I love them.

6: Ever been to a festival?

Yes, several. I used to love them and now I’m too old for that shit and there’s too many of them and the bands are spread too thin and no one festival has enough bands I like to justify it lol.

8: A song with a number in the title?

Green Day - 21 Guns

9: A song that gets you through shit?

AFI - Narrative of Soul Against Soul

10: A good song for long bus rides?

Anberlin - Autobahn

11: A song you’d have sex to?

Take That - Pretty Things (I mean it’s kinda weird but uh I’m into it)

12: A song to shut everything out?

36 Crazyfists - Slit Wrist Theory (like 90% sure this song almost got me sent to therapy given how many times my 17 year old self blasted it)

13: A song for when you’re lonely?

The entire “Cities” album by Anberlin is my security blanket. I’ll saw The Unwinding Cable Car though.

14: A song that’s become a joke between you and your friends?

Jack’s Mannequin - Dark Blue ( @sinceubeenjon knows why)

15: A song to jam out to at 4AM?

The Used - The Taste Of Ink. Because it literally references 4:00 in the morning lol

16: An album you could listen to for days on end?

I’m pretty sure I did listen to Decemberunderground by AFI for days on end in 2006. And like… constantly ever since.

17: A song that punches you in the gut every single time?

Anberlin - Atonement. Fuuuuuuuck me :) 

18: A song for when you’re crazy angry?

I wanna saw Slit Wrist Theory again but I’m also trying not to repeat songs so uhhhh The Used - Box Full Of Sharp Objects. I have a lot of angst apparently.

19: If you had to pick one song to represent what you’re feeling right now, what would it be?

It’s not actually Christmas but it is a holiday in the US and I have a cold so “It’s Christmas And I’m Sick” by MxPx. Honestly, I have nothing else. I have no feelings right now lol.

20: A song that calms you down?

The Used - Bllue & Yellow

21: A song that makes you feel alive?

Anberlin - Dismantle.Repair

22: A band with an insane fandom?

Are Twenty One Pilots fans still bonkers? That’s one. Or a certain segment of 1D fandom. You know the one (the Larries. Jesus christ people.)

23: What are some lyrics you love to pieces?

There are so many. Here are some of my favourites:

“It’s not about the money we makeIt’s about the passions that we ache forWhat makes your heart beat fasterTell me now what does your body long after?”-Time & Confusion by Anberlin

“And as the days go onThe love, the lust, the buzz that wasReduced to dust, could be becauseIt never was something moreThan just a void filling feeling”-FL,GA by The Rocket Summer

“I saw you every time I closed my eyesIn the Hughes film I had scored, produced and starred in in my mindI could recite you, well I’d written every lineBut you strayed far from the flawless script on which I’d spent a lifetime”-Veronica Sawyer Smokes by AFI

“I tried, but it rang and rang, I called all nightFrom a payphone, remember those? From another lifeIf everything I meant to youYou can’t lick and seal then fold in twoThen I’ve been so blind.”-Dizzy by Jimmy Eat World

“Let it out, let me in, take a hold of my handThere’s nothing like another soul that’s been cut up the sameAnd did you wanna drive without a word in between?I can understand, you need a minute to breatheAnd to sew up the seams after all this defeat.”-Handwritten by The Gaslight Anthem

I’m gonna stop there.

24: Would you ever get any song lyrics tattooed? If so which ones?

I have some! I have “Just point to the light that casts out the dark” from White Fireworks by The Rocket Summer in Bryce Avary’s handwriting and I’m pretty damn pleased with it. I’d probably get more. He also wrote “Be reckless, be bright” for me from The Rescuing Type that I wanna get done. 

25: What’s a band/artist you’d addict your children to from an early age?

Kids? Gross. I’m gonna try to get my niece into some good shit. When is an appropriate age to get her into AFI?

26: A vocalist you love?

I’m perfectly neutral and rational about Davey Havok, tbh, I’ve never been extra about him a day in my life.

I also love me some Adam Lambert and have very strong opinions about him fronting Queen (they are all variations of “he’s great at it fight me.)

27: Has a band/artist ever inspired you to do something?

Yes, usually dumb shit, like travel across a country/continent/ocean to see them.

28: A band/artist you love but no longer exists?

MOTHERFUCKING ANBERLIN.

29: What was your favorite band/artist when you were 12?

The Backstreet Boys, lol.

30: A band/artist you can’t stand?

Twenty One goddamn Pilots. Also ask me how I feel about Metric some time. (I FUCKIN HATE METRIC.)

31: What’s your favorite genre?

I honestly don’t have one. The music I like is all over the goddamn map.

32: Can you play any instruments?

I played percussion for 6 years in school and was self-taught on bass, though I haven’t pulled mine out in literal years. (One day I’m gonna get it out again and learn Pink Eyes by AFI. It’s gonna happen.)

33: Do you sing?

Hahahahahahhahahaa not so anyone can hear me.

34: If you could be a member of any band for one show, who would it be?

I would Jordan Pundik from New Found Glory because I still maintain that he only has to sing like half of every song and the crowd does the rest.

35: Do you have a favorite piece of merch?

My current favourite merch item in the world is my 36 Crazyfists hoodie. It’s so soft, so warm, so comfy. My Anberlin carabiner has served me very well over the years too.

36: What’s the first album you ever bought with your own money?

I always tell people it was the first BSB album but it was actually a Raptors promo CD released ahead of their first season in the NBA. BSB just sounds more like it’s a real thing that existed.

37: Do you prefer buying physical copies of albums or do you download them on the internet?

Physical. Digital versions just… I don’t connect with them as well? I don’t know, I don’t feel like I really own them if I can’t touch ‘em.

38: CDs or vinyls?

Vinyl. Also, not to be a pedant, but the plural of vinyl is vinyl.

39: Do you play your music out loud or with headphones?

Headphones. Used to be out loud all the time back in the days of desktop computers when I’d be alone in a room on the computer and could do that without annoying everyone lol.

40: A band/artist a friend showed you?

I guess I can blame Raven for how much I love Eric Church, does that count?

41: A song that gives you the chills?

Anberlin - The Unwinding Cable Car, but like, a very specific recording of it. This one, in fact, starting at 3:08 when Stephen is singing the bridge and the crowd comes in with “this is the correlation between salvation and love” part completely unprompted and it builds up until he’s holding “heart” and we’re holding “dark” and it’s fucking magical and you know what’s not captured on the audio recording? The look on Christian’s goddamn face when that happened. That was a hell of a show.

42: A song to play at your funeral?

I mean, you could go ahead and play that version of Cable Car linked in the last answer because it’s probably what killed me anyway, but if you wanna be more cliche just bust out Hear You Me by Jimmy Eat World.

43: A band/artist with amazing an instrumental but really bad lyrics?

I listened to BedLIGHT for BlueEYES for the first time in a few years the other day so um. Them. The lyrics have not held up super well but my GOD they’re catchy. (Although “But I guess I shouldn’t hat you you, in fact I oughtta thank you for helping me write this song / If this album tops the Billboard I think I’ll save the quarter to call you and let you know” from Too Late still fucking kills though.)

44: A love song?

Any love song? 200,000 by my sweet baby boy The Rocket Summer, it’s the cutest fucking song in the world.

45: A song you love to sing to yourself?

I don’t sing to myself, that’s embarrassing (it’s probably like, Raise Your Glass by Pink or something, though)

46: What do you listen to when you go for a run?

When I did run more often it was to movie soundtracks. 127 Hours had some really good running tunes. Also there’s a song on the Inception soundtrack that was perfect for a good sprint.

47: A song that represents a deserted city at night?

The Taste of Ink by The Used kinda gives me that feeling, I guess.

48: A wild song?

Wild? How about Wild by AFI, is that good enough lol.

49: An upbeat song with grim lyrics?

Motion City Soundtrack - Everything Is Alright.

50: What are some song titles you love?

Okay so I can’t really think of any but it took me until entirely too recently to realize that “Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off” and “But It’s Better If You Do” by Panic! At The Disco fucking… they go together. They’re supposed to be read together. Years that took me. That album was my second most-played in iTunes and I didn’t… figure that out. I’m dumb as hell.

51: If your life ended today, what song would you chose to represent it?

One song, to represent my entire life? Hell if I know. Probably like, Tonight by NKOTB though, let’s be honest.

52: Can you give me a 5 song playlist on ___?

ON WHAT I NEED A TOPIC.

53: Do you listen to instrumental music?

Sometimes, sure.

54: Weirdest band/artist you know of?

Foxy Shazam were weird as hell. We put their album on at work years ago because the sticker… I can’t remember what the sticker compared them to now but it was a mix of bands that made us say “that can’t POSSIBLY be right” and then it was? (one of them was Queen, I remember that). They were fucking weirdos and I miss them TERRIBLY.

55: A song about drugs? 

You know who I haven’t mentioned in this yet? Lucky Boys Confusion. They have a lot of songs about drugs. 40/80 comes to mind. What a jam. What a band.

56: A heart-wrenching song?

This might seem like an odd choice but 11.24.11 by 36 Crazyfists. It goes hard as hell but then “don’t plan to live forever but I wanted her to,” and it’s about his mother, it just fucking wrecks me.

57: A band/artist you’re proud of?

July Talk. They deserve to be bigger but they’re doing so well and I’m so proud of them and if they were any bigger I would absolutely be insufferable about it.

58: A band/artist who’s music could bring you back from the dead?

If I had been dead for like five years but you told me Lucky Boys Confusion were going on tour I would be up and at every single show in a snap, I want to see them again SO BADLY.

59: A band/artist with a sick aesthetic?

Listen, I fucking love July Talk’s black/white, light/dark, sweet/rough contrasting aesthetic. It is everything. It is so well-executed. Talk to me about the first album and how well they played into it. I love them. I love everything they choose to be. I FUCKING LOVE JULY TALK.

60: A song that has a lot of meaning to you?

Plain White T’s - Radios In Heaven is a bit of a thing for me.

[its-me-im-coraline]

Jughead Jones| Lights and Shadows

Count of words: 1888

Warnings: super long and includes suicide attempt

A/N: I just hope you like it ♥ I did my best ♥

MASTERLIST

PROMPTS

AND REQUESTS HERE

ANONYMOUS ASKED: Hey could you please write a jughead Jones x reader based on the last episode where the reader is a blossom and she goes into the ice with cheryl

It had been a harsh couple of months for me. After my brother’s murder and then the dicovery of his true killer, that being my father, things didn’t seem so bright. All men from the Blossom family were gone, leaving me, my sister and my mother behind, all by ourselves. 

When finding out about Jason’s death I didn’t even step close to my family, knowing both of them would be comforting the unfortunate twin,Cheryl , that was shocked by the fall into the water and the loss of her twin with whom she shared a strong bond with. In these case no one thought anything of the younger sibling that had Jason as their protector. Except from one person. Jughead Jones The Third. He was the boy I loved with all of my existance and my parents hated with all of theirs. He was different, something that my parents never accepted. They choose to ignore the fact that I loved this boy and he loved me back, so they did everything they could to keep me away from him. The thing is that when Jason was still here he defended me with everything he got. He even got punished once for doing so and when I kept on telling him how sorry I was and how he should stop defending me, he said that that’s what he was there for, to defend me and keep me safe.

I remember that day, that unfortunate day by the sweetwater river like it was just yesterday. Alice Cooper with her husband and one of her daughters, Betty were there. Fred Andrews and his only son Archie. Mayor MacCoy and many more, one of whom was Jughead, were also there. He was sitting on the back, simply observing the scene before him. When his eyes caught a glimpse of my blue jeans and my signature red jacket, he hurried towards me and embracing me in his strong arms as he reached me. Then I simply let go. I let my tears go, I let the pain caused to me go, only cause I knew Jughead was there to hold me and make it better. After he saw my break down, he thought it would be a good idea to go away, so he took my hand a guided me away from the scene and into Pop’s. There we sat down on his usual booth and Pop simply nodded in sympathy for my loss. Only minutes later he had brought us our food, which we didn’t order, saying it’s on the house and giving me a breathtaking hug, trying to relieve my pain, even fill that now empty hole in my heart where my brother used to be. Right then and there Jughead started writing yet another story, saying that he would actually finish it after my brother’s death was cleared up. He said that he would write a whole novel all based on Jason’s death. I didn’t mind, not at all. It was great that someone was willing to go further with this case.

The same night, when I went home, Cheryl walked into my room and sat down on my bed. She didn’t seem sad at all. She seemed relieved for a reason I wasn’t aware of just yet, but I would be withing the next minutes. She started talking, telling me how our brother planned to run away with Poly Cooper, which explained why she wasn’t by the Sweetwater when Cheryl was found crying, and how she was pregnant with his baby. She told me about the secret engagement and she told me that Jason told her to fullfill me on their plan after his “death” went as planned. I was shocked and angry. Why wouldn’t he want to tell me before? The answer was rather easy. I wouldn’t let him leave, I would try to persuade him to find another way, but there weren’t any.

Everything seemed to be great after that. I mean, my brother was alive and breathing. Yes I was angry at him but he was alive at least. Though my obvious relief wasn’t to last for long. A couple of months after Jason’s fake death, and while the school year had just begun, a body identical to his was found by the Sweetwater from Kevin Keller, the sheriff’s son, and Moose. All that had to be done now was his family identifying the body. On the way there my fingers were crossed, hoping that the body was indeed not his and that my brother just happened to not have had the opportunity to call Cheryl. But that wasn’t the case. The body was indeed Jason’s and both me and Cheryl broke down then and there, hugging each other close.

Jughead was there for me then as well, even when I hid what I knew about Jason’s plan, explaining my calm behevior after the Sweetwater situation. He cared. He cared deeply and I loved that. Everynight after the identification of my brother’s dead body we would spend it at Pop’s. Jug would scoop me up in his arms and hold me there for as long as needed. He would sometimes place me on his lap, allowing me to rest my head by the crook of his neck, and him to type away in his computer while still reassuring me that he is there for me no matter what.

Jughead, Archie, Betty, Veronica; the newest addition, and Kevin were investigating the murder on their own, completely ignoring everyone and everything. So, after the arrest of FP Jones, that was set up according to Archie and Veronica, it was natural that they would keep on searching for the real killer. Even if Betty’s stubborness can be very annoying, I was glad she never knows how to give up, but not for long. Apparently, FP, had Jason’s jacket for so called reassurance but we couldn’t understand why. At the sight of the jacked I picked it up in my arms and wrapped it around me. “Y/N, come here,” Betty ordered and I did as said not knowing what it was that we were looking for at my brother’s jacket. She searched the pockets where she found a hole. She said something about a lip balm but I didn’t pay much attention to it. But I should, cause it explained the theory that there was something lost in that hole. And that something was a USB stick. 

They took they first computer they found and opened the only file uploaded in that USB. Jughead was hugging me close to his body trying desperately to calm the nerves in my body, but he couldn’t. When a video popped up on the screen the beat up figure of my brother, tied up in a chair was at least overwhelming, but seeing my own father shoting his son between the eyes was the worst. I started crying, sobbing, I just started to sob, never stopping. I was curled up on top of Jughead lap as he hugged me tightly, strocking my hair in hopes to calm me down, while Betty called my sister, Cheryl to let her know of the truth.

Like learning that my father was the ruthless killer of his own son wasn’t enough, he hung himself from the cellar ceiling and he was found to use the Maple Syrop facade as a cover up for transporting drugs. Mother was crying next to Cheryl, but I just couldn’t move. I didn’t realise Jughead was still with me, observing the crime scene before us, until he offered to take me to Pop’s and take my mind off of the events of the miserable night.

It was only a day after the ultimate Cliff-hanger, as Jughead said; which I found surprisingly funny, when I found my sister planning her suicide, deciding who she had to apologize to, what she had to say and more. I slowly walked up to her letting her know that she would not go alone. I had made my mind and we would go find our brother together.

We went on with her plan of apologizing and making up to people, while I spent my day making sure I said goodbye to my friends in a very indirective way. I was sure Jughead was suspicious something was up, due to the PDA I showed even though I knew he hated and my rejection towards the idea of another Pop’s date, but I knew he wouldn’t understand until it was too late.

Cheryl and I had already reached the now frozen Sweetwater river, and the only thing left was for her to sent that message to Veronica, informing her of our plans, and thanking her for what she did to help her. After that was down we slowly made our way as far away from the sore as possibl until we could find the perfect spot of thin ice to break. We stopped somewhere and the both of us kneeled and started hitting the ice in attempts to break it. “Cheryl,” Veronica and Archie called, “Y/N,” called Jughead. “Girls please,” said Veronica, “just come to the sore and we’ll figure this out together, ok,” she tried to reason. “Y/N please,” Jughead called looking like a crying mess, a picture I never imagined to see. “I need you,” he finished but before anything else was said or done both me and Cheryl fell inside the freezing water. The current took our bodies away as the oxygen was getting less and less. Before we were completely under the water I heard voices and I heard fast footsteps on the ice after the river was moving our bodies. We got seperated and so did the footsteps that I could faintly make out through the semi-thick ice. For a moment my body stopped and something begun breaking the ice. After that everything is a blur and I only remember waking up inside Archie’s truck, wrapped up in Jughead’s jacked, with my head on his lap, then I blacked out again.

I am pretty sure it took me a while to wake up cause when I did, I was all warmed up, wearing a huge pair of sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt, I supposed belonged to my boyfriend, Jughead. I was also in a boy-ish room, under the covers of a bed, and two boys were sitting close to me. One was on the bed and the other was on the floor, while a man appeared on the door. “Is she awake yet?” The man asked and one of the boys replied to him with a no. He left and I slowly opened my eyes to reveal Jughead and Archie. “Oh, thank God you are awake. And alive,” Jughead exclaimed engulfing me in a bone crushing hug. “Don’t ever do this to me again, Y/N. I can’t lose you. I can’t.” He cried with his head on my shoulder, as I hugged him back weakly. “Thank you,” was all that could come out. “Thank you,” I repeated and the boys just send me sad smiles. For a moment everything was wonderful and I just hoped it stayed like that, but it couldn’t. “Just remember, we all go through lights and shadows, Y/N,” said Archie hugging me as well. “I love you I heard Jughead say. “I love you too,” I mumbled and sweetly kissed him.

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Episode 11.

I have a confession to make, after the “I’m a weirdo” speech in episode 10, Jughead was soured for me. A combination of poor writing and uncharacteristic dialogue took away some of the realness that Jughead had, and for me, as soon as that happens I struggle to get back on board with a character. However, episode 11, especially when Jughead was to learn of Veronica and Archie’s betrayal, and by extension Betty’s as well, I felt a lot of that familiar “I heart Jughead” fan-girlishness come rushing straight back.

(Also, on that - why didn’t anyone *ahem* Veronica, stand up for Betty and point out that she had flat-out refused to betray him? Betty’s a family gal, and it should have been pretty obvious that she was trying to please everybody, but someone could have at least had her back.)

Moving right along… I feel like this episode was drenched in so much exposition that it physically screamed at you “Here’s the end of the episode at the beginning” - I am of course referring to the fact that in the first scene, where Jughead is sitting opposite FP, we see Jughead’s face as clear as day, but FP’s is shrouded in a haze of fog and dust, obscuring his expressions and acting as an expositional wall between the two characters. As soon as I saw that, I knew that something was about to rip them apart.

I got kind of annoyed by the fact that instead of going straight to the sherif, Archie and Veronica chose to look for Jughead. They were in the trailer, they knew the evidence wasn’t there, they could at least say as much to the police. But no, in TV land we have to create suspense. We all know FP is going to be exonerated for it. The real killer is going to be revealed. Why put the characters (and the audience) through an emotional roller coaster like this?

Less on FP now.

Could there be cracks forming in Cheryl’s belief in her family? Could I be misinterpreting the scenes? The answer to both is probably. Cheryl seems to be realising things aren’t all they seem with her parents, moreso than she ever had before. I’ve long since come to realise Cheryl is almost exclusively up to the exact opposite of what she appears to be, and my logic doesn’t change here. Keeping the ring. Making sure Polly was alive. Lying to her parents. It all seems (in its own way) very un-Cheryl.

Also Betty admitted out loud that she loves Jughead. I don’t even give a fuck if it wasn’t to his face. Finally someone fucking said it.

I have a couple of theories/predictions that are backed up by zero evidence-

- Hal is guilty of something. Maybe not killing Jason, but definitely something. Maybe he’s just an asshole though. I guess we’ll find out.

- Betty is cracking. So bad.

- We already know who the killer is, but we don’t know that we know.

- Jughead and Betty’s relationship will be fine.

- Cheryl will betray her family.

- FP will be released by the end of the next episode.

- Joaquin isn’t as evil as we think.

- Alice Cooper genuinely thinks she’s protecting her daughter.

- “I love you” “I love you too”

- Betty will find out about Archie & Veronica. She’ll be hurt. Jughead will be pissed and say something akin to “I was the second choice, but at least I was one. Now I just feel like this whole thing was a lie”. More drama. truth will be she’s hurt because they lied, not because it’s archie, and she’s so happy that nothing happened with her and archie because it gave her jughead. jughead will feel like an idiot.

- Archie doesn’t move to Chicago with his mother (the show is literally based on the comic that shares his namesake….)

- He will however consider it and his parents will fucking fight.

- FP will try to bargain with the evidence he has hidden (that will likely go missing) (“That’s our insurance policy”) ———

My mother has a theory that Jason isn’t actually dead, that he’s holed away somewhere on the blossom estate, and the whole thing was arranged and bought by his parents for some fucking reason.

I like it, but I’m not hellbent on it. Too many plot holes.

She told me I had to share it with you guys though.

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