FFFFFFF- 7… 7 human souls 7 slides XD This was longer than expected. But I wanted to cram it in-. Hopefully future updates aren’t as long. But I had fun. Guys we need to take a moment to realize how adorable Naj!Raven and Naj!Sorell are. Like hell I love doodling em. Is this like my schedule now? An update once every two days… Maybe- maybe a might do more often sometimes or take a break somedays i dunno. Either way enjoy this part of le comic.
Zach Dempsey is such a little cinnamon roll like wtf
Clay literally keyed his car, with bold writing in a very obvious spot.
Zach wasn’t even mad. He just felt bad about what happened before.
And then what about when Marcus Cooley got a little too close for comfort at the Valentine’s Date thing.
All the other jocks laughed at Hannah, but Zach just looked really shocked and sad :c
And he tried to talk to her and make her smile, twice, the second time literally in front of the whole canteen, in front of his friends.
he even kept the damn note
Why is he so adorable? Damn you Reggie Mant- Zach
CHEEKY EDIT: wow this blew up, anyways as I was saying. I’m not trying to excuse what Zach did, he retaliated impulsively which obviously wasn’t the right thing to do. I’m just saying, as others pointed out, he was sorry. He was too late but he was sorry. He’s a lot more genuine then some of the others on those tapes *COUGH* BRYCE AND COURTNEY *COUGH*, although he’s clearly not as morally straight as people like Clay. What Reggi- Zach did may have been smaller than what some of the others did, but Hannah was pretty depressed at this point and if Zach had actually persisted with trying to reach out to her rather than making it worse, she could still be alive. That goes for all of them :)
Description: Chuck asks Reader to homecoming, Jughead thinks its a bad idea. Turns out, he was right.
Warnings: Swearing, reader has sort of a mild panic attack, but nothing too serious. This was a request from an anon who liked one of the headcanons in the non-asexual Jughead list. Hope you guys like it!!!
I sat at a table in the student lounge by myself, waiting for my best friend Jughead. I had my sketch pad out, messing around and trying to keep myself busy.I didn’t really like sitting alone, because usually Reggie and his gang of man-children would take the attention of the student lounge, and I would be subjected to the torture that is their awful and offensive banter.I glanced around the room, uninterested, until my eyes caught the gaze of another, Chuck Clayton.
Chuck was caption of the football team, formerly co-caption with Jason Blossom before he was killed. I had never heard anything bad about him, and he sat next to me in my math class. I helped him out a bit with his schoolwork once in a while.He was actually a really kind person from what I could tell.
Chuck stood up, walking towards me. I froze, wondering why in the hell anybody like Chuck Clayton would give me the time of day.
“Hey, y/n.” Chuck stood in front of me, smiling brightly.
“Uh, hey Chuck, are you having any trouble with the geometry homework?” I asked him, beginning to pull out my textbook from my bag.
“No, uh, I actually wanted to ask you something.” Chuck stopped me.“I was wondering if, maybe you’d like to uh, go to homecoming with me?”
I froze again, taken back at his question.
“Me?“I looked around the room as if he may be confusing me with someone else.
“Yeah, you.” Chuck confirmed, chuckling a bit.
“Uh, o-ok, yeah, I’ll go with you.” I blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I didn’t see the harm in saying yes, he was a nice guy, and it wasn’t like anybody else would ever ask me.
“Great! Uh, are you free tomorrow? Maybe we could meet up after school and hang out or something?” Chuck offered.
“Alright, yeah, I can do that.”
“Cool, I’ll see you then.” Chuck grinned, walking back to his group of friends.
“Hey, Juggie.” I smiled warmly at my friend, sliding in to the booth next to him. I laid my head on his shoulder, his screen open as he typed.
“Hey, y/n.” Jughead pressed a quick kiss to the top of my head before returning his attention to his novel.
“How was your day?” I asked him, looping my arm around his and scooting closer to cuddle in to his side.
“Oh, same old same old.Nothing interesting.” Jughead hummed, leaning his head against mine. Jughead wasn’t huge on showing affection in public, but he put up with me always cuddling in to his side.“How was yours?”
"Well, it was…interesting, to say the least."I sighed, taking a sip of the Jughead’s root beer.
“Well, Chuck Clayton asked me to homecoming.”
I felt Jughead tense before looking down at me with a shocked look on his face.
“What did you say?”
“I said sure.” I shrugged, taking another sip of his root beer.
“Are you feeling alright?” Jughead placed his hand over my forehead, as if he was checking to see if I had a fever. I swatted his hands away and slid over to the opposite booth seat.
"Quit it, Jug."I warned.
"This is a big deal!"Jughead fired, his hands waving wildly.
"It’s not!” I shot back.
"It’s the captain of the football team!”
”And?Y/n, he’s only one of the biggest players at our whole school!You know about The Playbook!”
“Jughead, that’s just a silly rumor."I argued.Jughead slammed his laptop shut.
"I can’t believe you’re actually going to go to homecoming with that….that….that imbecile!”
”Jughead!Just because “that imbecile” is on the football team, doesn’t make him a bad person!“ I stood up, grabbing my backpack.
"Wait, y/n."Jughead reached for my wrist but I pulled away.
"I won’t be here tomorrow, I’m seeing Chuck after school.“ I paced out of the diner, ignoring Jughead’s protests.
I hadn’t talk to Jughead all day, or Betty, or Veronica.The girls, Jughead, and Kevin seemed to be on some kind of mission, and I wasn’t going to talk to them anyways. I was sure Jughead told them all about Chuck asking me to homecoming.
When school was over, I waited in the library, where Chuck had texted me, asking me to meet up with him. I sat at a table in the corner, working on a book report until he showed.
10 minutes passed, which turned in to 20, then 30, then an hour, and I soon realized that I had been stood up. I gathered all my stuff and compiled it in to my backpack neatly, before zipping it up and swinging it over my shoulder. I pushed the bridge of my glasses up my nose and began to make my way out of the library. Jughead was going to gloat in all of his glory when I told him about what happened.
As I turned opened the door of the library, cold liquid was thrown in my face, drenching my front from head to toe. I gasped loudly, my eyes burning as I wiped the slush-like substance from my face.
"How’s your slushie, freak?!” I opened my eyes to Reggie holding a slushie cup, with about 5 or 6 guys laughing at m, one of them being Chuck.One of the jocks was holding a phone, recording the whole scene.
“Do you really think Chuck would ever ask a weirdo like you to homecoming?"One of the jocks laughed.
"News flash, nobody would ask you out even if you were the last girl on earth, you frigid bitch.”I looked at Chuck, hurt in my eyes.Chuck just smiled, before opening his mouth.
“Don’t take it too personal, y/n, it’s just-” Chuck kicked off the wall he was leaning against, strolling over to me.He leaned down so he was eye level to me."Nobody would ever waste their time on you.You’re not worth it.”
I shoved past Chuck, tears falling down my face. I ran down the hallways of the school, shoving the front doors open and running home as fast as I could.I swung my front door open, running past my mom and up the stairs.I heard my mother shout for me, but I just wanted to take a shower and crawl in to a hole and die.
I stripped off all my clothes and got in, rinsing the sticky drink out of my hair. After I was finished, I threw on some comfy clothes and wrapped a blanket around me, sitting on the edge of my bed.
“Honey.” My mom knocked on my door, opening it slowly.“You’ve gotta get ready, the football game is soon.” She took one look at me and knew something was wrong, sitting next to me on my bed.“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?"My mom rubbed my back soothingly.I fessed up, telling her everything, from yesterday when Chuck asked me out, to Jughead and I’s fight, to the slushie incident.
"Oh honey, I’m so so sorry."My mom pulled me in to her chest, embracing me tightly."If you don’t wanna go tonight, I completely understand.” My mom ran her fingers through my hair while my tears stained her shirt.
“No, I have to go, I promised Josie I’d sing with her tonight.” I wiped away my tears, taking a deep breath and calming myself down. After a few more minutes and my mom making promises to call the principal and “kick Chuck where the sun don’t shine”, she left my room so I could get ready for tonight.
I threw on the outfit I was wearing tonight and grabbed my coat, setting it on my bed with my purse and doing my hair.I did only a little bit of makeup, enough to cover up the fact that I had cried alone in my room for 3 hours, and then I slipped on my boots and went downstairs.
Archie was sat on my couch, swinging his keys around his finger. I loved on the other side of Betty, so he always offered to drive me to games, since he would be heading there anyways.
“Hey, Arch.” I smiled. Archie looked at me sadly before getting up and hugging me tightly.
“Okay, who died.” I joked, hugging my friend back.
“I know what Chuck did to you.” Archie whispered. My fingers clenched around the fabric of his varsity jacket.
“It’s okay.” I moved away so I could look at Archie.“Arch, it’s ok.”
“It’s not ok, it’s-” Archie began to yell and I caught his face in my hands, turning him to look at me.
“I’m.Ok.See?” I stood back and twirled a bit.“ No bumps, no bruises, just a stupid boy who thought he could get to me.” He had gotten to me, but I wasn’t going to let Archie, or anyone for that matter, know.
“Alright, well, Jughead and Betty are doing stuff for the blue and gold with Veronica and Kevin. They said they would meet us at the game, so…”
“Alright, well let’s get going!” I hugged my mom goodbye before leaving out my front door and climbing in to Mr. Andrews truck.
It was the third quarter of the game and the rest of my friends still hadn’t shown up, contrary to what Archie had told me earlier. I had long since performed on stage with Josie and was sitting alone on the bleachers.
“Wow, you’re pathetic!” A girl called out to me, laughing with her friend while she pointed at her phone. I saw a video playing of me getting slushied, except on a loop, and Chuck’s words repeating in the background.
“Nobody would ever waste their time on you”
“You’re not worth it”
“You’re not worth it”
“You’re not worth it”
I stood from the bleachers, running down the steps as fast as I could. Apparently, Chuck humiliating me in front of half the football team wasn’t enough?
I started hyperventilating, feeling everybody’s eyes on me as phones started to beep, the same video being sent to the whole school. People started laughing and whispering as they looked at me and I couldn’t stop myself from bursting in to tears.My vision was blurred and I started to feel trapped in a hole that was just getting smaller, and smaller, and smal-
“Y/n!"Somebody gripped my shoulders tightly, and I saw Veronica standing in front of me. she looked at me with concern on her face, her eyebrows raised as if looking for answers.
"Chuck…he…he…oh god, Ronnie, the whole school knows.” I wrapped my arms around her neck, collapsing in to her arms.
“Shhh, I know, I know.” Ronnie hugged me back, running her hand down my hair gently to calm me down as my body racked with sobs.
“We gotta go, ok? I don’t think Kevin can hold off Jughead much longer, and-”
“Wait, what?” I gave her the concerned look this time.
Listen, the reason we’re late is because we found the playbook.Its real, and it’s got almost every girl in it, you and I the newest victims.”
“Who put you in it?"I asked her.
"Chuck and I went on a date last night, and he sticky mapled me."Veronica explained.
"Sticky maple? What’s a sticky Ma-”
“Listen, I can tell you all about it later, but right now w-”
“We gotta go, like, now, Jughead is pissed.” Betty came running up the stairs.“I’ve never seen him like this, like, ever.”I followed Betty and Veronica down the bleachers, to the football fence where Kevin stood, his back facing us and his hands wrapped tightly around Jughead’s shoulders.Jughead himself looked like a raging bull seeing red, his nostrils flaring and his jaw clenched.When he saw me, he shoved Kevin out of the way, jogging towards me.
“Why didn’t you tell me what happened right away?!?!” Jughead cried.His palms went to my cheeks, wiping away the tears still falling down my face.
“I-I don’t know, we had gotten in to a fight, and I had left it off bad, and I-”
“Y/n, it’s ok, it’s ok, alright?I’m always here for you, always, I-”
“Well, well, well, looks like you can’t keep the freaks away from each other.Let me guess, it was you that helped him hide the body, right, weirdo?” Chuck leaned against the fence, helmet resting between his hip and forearm.
Jughead wrapped his hands around my shoulders and moved me gently so I wasn’t in front of him anymore before walking calmly up to Chuck, pulling his arm back, and clocking Chuck right in the jaw. Chuck went tumbling down, falling on his ass.
“Hey, freak show, wanna tussle?” Reggie came marching over, seeing the commotion.
“Listen, we all know you get your sexist views from the 50’s, but can you not use their lingo too? It kinda makes you look like a-"Reggie punched Jughead and I gasped. Jughead wiped the blood now coming from his mouth, spitting the rest at Reggie’s feet.
”A tool.” Jughead finished.
Reggie shoved Jughead and I came running forward, trying to block Reggie from Jughead. Reggie pushed me out of the way and I fell on my back.Jughead was already knocking his fists in to Reggie’s face, Reggie trying to block him. I began to go in again and was lifted in the air by Chuck, being thrown over his shoulder.
“Time to take out the trash!“Chuck laughed, hauling me off.I started screaming and thrashing in his arms, kicking my legs and waving my arms.
"Put her down!” Veronica screamed, shoving Chuck’s chest. Chuck pushed her down and Betty yelped, running over to help Ronnie up.
Archie began pulling Reggie off of Jughead, and he turned around to see me thrown over Chuck’s shoulder.Jug ran towards Chuck, doing anything he could to grab me from his arms.He kicked Chuck in the stomach, which caused him to stumble backward, and took the opportunity to grab me from his arms and pulling me away from Chuck.
“You’re fucking insane!” Chuck screamed.
“Says the one who tried to haul off with y/n!” Betty screamed back. Betty, Jughead, Kevin, and Archie now stood protectively around Veronica and I.
“What the hell is going on?” Principal Weatherbee hollered from the football field gate, Coach Clayton and the Mayor behind him.
“Chuck, you are in serious trouble!” The coach spoke to his son in a loud tone.
“Dad, they were the ones who-”
“Son, I know about the playbook.” The coach interrupted.“ And I’ve seen the video of what you did to that poor girl.Come on!” The coach grabbed Reggie and Chuck by the shoulders, dragging them back inside the football field and towards the school.The mayor and principal Weatherbee followed.
After the whole commotion at the game, Archie was benched, because he had a bloody nose after the fight with Reggie. Jughead had it way worse, a black eye now adorning the right side of his face and a swollen lip, as well as a busted nose to match that of his best friends. He had a few cuts and bruises on his upper body, but nothing a little first aid couldn’t help.
Jughead now stood in front of me in his pajamas. Archie had drove everyone back to Betty’s, and I immediately dragged Jughead to my house to clean him up while the girls and Kevin set up an impromptu movie night/sleepover to make up for the shitty events earlier on in the night.
“You’ve been eerily silent."Jughead broke the silence as I wiped the cut on his chin with hydrogen peroxide.Jughead hissed at the discomfort.
"I’m just-” I sighed, setting down the napkin in the counter next to me.“I’m an idiot.”
“Y/n, you’re not an idiot.”
“I should have listened to you though.You were right about Chuck and I still went through with it anyways and-” I trailed off, not wanting to relive this afternoon.
“As much as I love hearing you say I was right.” Jughead smiled proudly. “What you need to know is that, everything Chuck said about you is a lie.”
“It’s wasn’t, Jug, he was right."I shook my head, beginning to cry once more.
"No, y/n, don’t say that.” Jughead rested his hands on the counter by either side of my thighs, capturing me in his lean and firm frame.I looked up at him, my eyes red and puffy.
“Jughead, I’m not worth it. None of this was worth it. You getting a black eye and a busted lip and a bloody nose wasn’t worth it!I’m pathetic! I’m a freak, I’m-” I waved my hands around wildly, and Jughead caught my wrists with my hands, holding on to them firmly but gently.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Jughead spoke softly, yet loud enough to get my attention.I stopped, looking at him.“You are worth it, ok? In my mind, in my..my everything, you’re worth it.You have always been worth it and you always will be worth it.” Jughead’s hands went around my cheeks, his thumbs stroking the sides of my face lovingly.
And then I was kissing Jughead.
My fingers were tangled in his hair, his beanie cap knocked off and long forgotten on the tile floor somewhere, his arms pulling me flush to his body. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer, and the only time we stopped was to catch our breath for a second before kissing again.
A muffled shout was heard and I tore away from Jughead, to see the girls standing at Betty’s kitchen window, their phones in hand, taking pictures of us. Archie appeared behind them, two thumbs up being thrown in the air.
“We have an audience.” I hid my face in the crook of his neck, my nervous laughs muffled.
“I noticed.” Jughead flipped them off and they giggled, shutting the curtains quickly.
“When we get over there, they’re in for it.” Jughead mumbled, dipping his head back down to kiss me again.
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it was just another pep rally for the river vixens but for cheryl blossom it meant that there was another opportunity to be in the spotlight, being the captain and all.
you smile over to your red headed best friend, she was nervous like always. her parents had attended every single bulldog/vixen event but after jason’s death they had stopped because the memories flooded back each time they sat in those bleachers.
tonight was different though, tonight both blossom parents were here to support the teenage girl, so we had practice every damn day for at least a few hours.
we had to make this rally perfect so cheryl could show her parents what they’ve been missing.
“you know this routine inside and out cheryl, you could do it in your sleep” you reassure her placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“thank you” she smiles softly at you “what are best friends for?” you giggle bumping her hip with your own as you apply your last coat of mascara to your eyelashes.
it was our fifth and final period and cheryl had ordered an emergency practice which resulted us being forced out to practice on the field with the jocks because the gym was being occupied by freshman gym class.
“5 minute break” cheryl yells allowing us to rest and hydrate.
you wonder over to the drinks table pouring yourself a cup a icy water from the cooler they leave there for the jocks.
“drinking our water i see?” you jump at the sudden voice almost covering yourself in water “god you scared me” you mumble wiping your mouth of the fallen liquid.
it was the one and only reggie mantle, it was common knowledge to all the kids at riverdale high that the raven haired jock had a thing for you. you flirted back and fourth tension building between the two of you.
he’d asked you out multiple times as well as half the other guys on the team but you refused to date anyone of them. the girls on your squad were puzzled at your decision to turn down only the best of riverdale high but you just shrugged it off.
you didn’t want to fall into the stereo type of an ‘easy’ cheerleader.
its not that you weren’t attracted to him because god, you were. he was tall, strong one of the best bodies in your year but he was more than that. you were the only one who’d seen past his bad boy jock facade.
he had everybody fooled, except you.
“can’t a hard working vixen get herself some cold water?”
he smirks “depends” he steps closer continuing to flirt
“will this working hard-gorgeous vixen want to go on a date with this beautiful specimen of a bulldog”
you roll your eyes placing the cup back down on the table
“you know what I’m actually not that thirsty” you turn and walk back toward your squad, swinging your hips as you know his eyes are watching your every agonising move.
“your going to have to try harder than that reg” you yell to the boy
he bites his clenched fist before jogging over to his jock friends.
you begin to stretch when cheryl approach you a smirk evident on her face. you grab her shoulder to stabilise yourself as you tuck one foot up.
“what are you doing?” she questions you, looking you up and down then behind you were you know reggie is staring based on the voice of coach clayton yelling at the poor boy.
“mantle! ball. over here” you giggle turning and giving the small boy a wave
“gosh (y/n) why don’t you just say yes!” the captain fumes at you.
“because its reggie cheryl” you muse taking a break from the stretching.
she huffs crossing her arms over her chest.
“oh c’mon you don’t seriously think i should go out with him? you hate reggie and me dating jocks remember what happened last time?”
she ignores you staring off behind you
“god what are you looking out” you turn spotting a familiar red head looking your way.
you smile and wave at your long time friend before turning and facing your best friend.”
“oh. my. god.” you squeal bouncing on your feet
“what now?” she snaps
you grin widely “you have a thing for andrews gah this is golden!!”
her eyes widen and she shakes her head “no i don’t!” she defends
you laugh clapping your hands together
“it doesn’t matter his into you- they’re all freaking into you”
your features soften “cheryl archie is NOT into me”
“I’m serious its completely platonic- wait what does this have to do with me and mantle?” you question dipping down to touch your toes.
“well if you start seeing the bimbo jock-” you interrupt her “don’t call him that”
she sighs “anyways if you start seeing each other than you my dear friend can put in a good word with efron- and then we can have double dates at pop’s!”
“god you didn’t just refer to archie as zac efron” you giggle
she narrows her eyes causing you to shoot your hands up “fine fine ill put in a good word to archiekins, i don’t need reggie for that”.
you bend down again touching your toes when you hear whistles and a huge thud.
you both turn quickly glancing as reggie is sprawled out onto the floor clutching his head as he rips off his helmet. before you know it your legs are carrying you over to the injured boy dropping to your knees as you approach him
“reg oh my god are you okay what happened?!” you bout running your hands over his face worry covering your expression like a blanket.
he winces trying to stand up only to stumble down, you stand quickly trying to bare all his weight. “arch” you mumble begging for the bulldog to help you out.
he swoops over holding the boy up, “what happened?!” you exclaim glancing at his team mates they all go quite holding in laughter “what?!” you ask confessed looking to your friend and the injured raven haired jock.
arch sighs laughing before answering “someone was having a good look at your ass and moose clocked him because someone didn’t have his head in the game”
you laugh covering your mouth as your cheeks heat up “hey i wasn’t-” he tries to defend himself leaning against his team mate.
“oh im sure you weren’t” you tease poking his chest
“practice is over mantle your on the beach tonight” he throws his hands in the air in frustration pulling away from the support of his red headed best friend
“c'mon coach-” coach clayton tucks his clipboard under his arm pointing a finger at the raven headed captain “i can’t afford you trying to show off to your girl- rest up”
your eyes fall to the ground blushing as Reggies attempts to cover up what his coach just said
a laugh spills from your mouth but your hands dart up to stop anymore from being realised. he glances at you with pleading eyes his rosy cheeks evident on his tan skin.
“(y/n)!” you turn to see your best friend yelling your name “i gotta get back to practice to you need help getting him to the bench?”
archie shakes his head adjusting his grip on the sulking boy “nah we’re good, go back to cheryl before she bursts a vessel”
you give the two boys a two finger salute before winking and rushing back over to your hot headed cheer captain
“jeez cap don’t get your knickers in a knot” you complain throwing your hair up into a pony tail.
she huffs turning and clapping to get the vixens attention “lets go bitches formation!” she yells
you roll your eyes getting into position catching the boys staring as we start our routine. “be right back” you mumble to the red head before jogging over to the pair on the first row of the bleachers
“yes” you smile catching reggies attention, the ice pack of his head slipping as he moves his hand away. they share a confused glance before looking back at the dumb smile on your face.
“wait what?” the raven haired boy chuckles nervously “ill come with you- on a date. pop’s. tonight” you speak with confidence twirling your hair.
a smile grows on his lips “really?” you dip down to reach his eye level “as long as ginger god comes too, for my ginger goddess” you point to the anger cheerleader standing with her vixens
“deal?” you question smile lazily placing your hand on his thigh
he looks to archie and he shrugs “im in” you give your friend a fist pump before looking back to the shy boy “deal” he finally speaks smiling up at me.
“what made you change your mind?” he asks nervously
you bite your lip backing away “i told you mantle, you had to work for it”
his smugness overwhelms his features archie elbow him in giddiness as he watches his friend flirt with the girl of his jock dreams
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I am hiding in the closet
For…. Well, basically all of my life
Should I stay right here, or come out clear?
I have no idea which one is right
I’m a gay guy in a closet
Because Jeremy is too goddamn cute
But I’d rather stay friends
Than risk making that end
By confessing to a crush he won’t want
Everything felt fine
When he had no Christiiiiine
At least then I could sit
And wish/pray and dream
Now I’m just…
Michael in the closet
Michael in the closet day and nightly
I want to scream and shout
I’m just Michael in the closet
Michael in the closet every day now
NO I CAN’T COME OUT.
I’m waiting it out ‘till I’m out of school
And hoping that Jeremy will still think I’m cool
Michael, who’s a homo
Michael with his rainbow
Michael in the closet by himself
All by himself
I am hiding but he’s out there
Lucky buddy gets to be fully straight
Memories get erased, loyalties replaced
And what if that ever happened to me?
And I hear a white jock laugh at his friend from next door
‘I’d totally bang you, no homo’
And my feelings sink
Cause it makes me think
I wouldn’t mind the first part if done to me so–
Now it’s just
Michael in the closet
Michael in the closet all his life now
I have regret my patch
Michael in the closet
Michael in the closet all his life now
That stupid rainbow flag
I’ll wait as long as it takes ‘till no one can tell
If I have to change myself, then so it be, oh well
Michael, who’s a homo
Michael with his rainbow
Michael in the closet by himself
‘Why, why, why, why…?’
They’re gonna start to ask soon
‘Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t…?’
Sure I’ll get a girlfriend soon!
‘Like, like, like, like…?’
It sucks I can’t just tell them true
‘Are, are, are, are…?’
I wish I were a braver dude
‘You, you, you, you…?’
I have no words left that I can say
‘Gay, gay, gay, gay…??’
I didn’t choose to be this way
‘No, no, no, no…!’
I throw my hood over my face
And I am in a better place
I open my mouth to say I’m straight
But by their looks I know I’m late
And I can’t help but yearn
I wasn’t born like this
But then I look in the mirror
And the present is clear
And I start to wish
Some more courage…
Is that too much to ask
M-m-m-m-m, Michael in the closet
I need courage
This is a heinous life
I wish I’d stayed at home in bed, blanket over head
Or wish I never fell for Jer and met a girl instead!
Michael with his pride flag, so 'he must be an ally’
Never had a girlfriend, 'he must be real slow then’
Michael, who’s a homo
Along with his rainbow
Michael in the closet by himself!
All by himself
All by himself
When you say 'be straight, or you’ll go to hell’
That’s okay, I can pretend as well.
SCENE ONE: long haired Rachel holds an fruit longingly while Token Goth Girl in a Christian Movie twaddles her fingers. They all have apples and nothing else. Just apples at this table. And everyone looks miserable.
OwO what’s this? She looks to the side and sees Rat Boy, Dildo Ebola, eating an orange. That’s the orange table, Rachel. We’re the apple table. We don’t associate with them. Why are they eating so much fruit? Why is he looking at her like that? Why is he looking at her at all? Why does he care?
fLUSTERED dylan suddenly turns to his orange
Yes… orange, very peely and orange. he is looking for anything to distract him from his boring red-shirted friend, who is staring lustfully at an apple, a probable symbolism of the girls at the Apple Table .
“get rid of all the fat ugly retarted gross stupid weird nerd star wars fans old people nickelback fans bronies twihards people that arent i eric har” wAIT, this red shirted, hairy-armed chap must be Eric Hairless! Wonderful. He has a glass of apple juice, and an apple. What a rebellious choice from someone outside the Apple Table. Must symbolize what will happen to the people at the Apple Table. Eric you cruel monster….. you devil…. I cant even look at him and his ham sandwich.
Dildo and random guy who i’m assuming is some sort of Brooks Brown character look at ranting child Eric with distaste. Is he done? Will he ever be done? Seems, upon closer inspection, Dylan is the only one eating an orange. Is every table the Apple Table? Does this symbolize how Dildo Memaw had no sense of belonging in the world? What the everloving fuck is Brooks Brown Guy wearing? 1950′s Grandpa pajamas? That’s not grunge at all. We have our first glance at the pristine white hats in the background. Our eric finishes his rant and looks at Dildo for validation. W-Was it cool, Dylan-senpai? OwO?
“y-yeah.” He stutters. Oh god. I can just smell Dave Cullen. What the fuck is he wearing??? Is that some kind of bondage harness? Or it could be just a keycard or something but to what? Weird design to it also.
Eric, finding validation in the y-yeah, continues on with his rant, looking up from his beloved apple to his gay lover. “Nobody is deserving of this planet,” he says “just me and who i chose.” FUNNY because I think i remember the quote being “Give the world back to the animals, they deserve it more than we do,” but of course they had to satan it up so people hated him more.
“send them all up to space”
“dude we can’t send them to space”
TWO trenchcoated figures appear in the background! We weren’t looking at Dylan and Eric the entire time! These inaccuracies weren’t actually inaccuracies. Thank you Dave. But they are.
“look at these F AR T K N O CK ERS!!!”
alright, i’ll admit i lost my s h i t when he said that. Whhhhat? is that a slang for gay… because like, anal? Probably not. Probably a Christian censored version of ‘fag’ or something. So… it could be? I don’t know. It’s easier not to think about it….. they never said it…………………………………… they never said it….
“what’s up? F O U R E YE S” he pushes the trenchcoated chap into a table.
He kinda just nudges him into the table, but he flies across the table, knocking everything over, breaking his spine and rendering him immobile for the rest of his life. Not really. But i’m sure Dave asked. By the way, yes, I’m sure Dave Cullen is involved with this movie. He can call me a dirtbag, but I know.
he gets up?
and falls to the ground, his trenchcoat goth friends dragging him away as Jock Stud over there kicks him. He has been rendered immobile for some reason. Everyone watches, amused. This always happens at 12:00. Same time every morning. It’s a spectacle.
come on bro, we gotta be gay somewhere else…. these heterosexuals don’t accept us.”
“YEAH GOOD JOB HELPING YOUR BUDDY OUT GUYS, GOOD TEAMWORK”
thanks, jock? is that even an insult? thanks for the motivation,
The jocks laugh in triumph, they have belittled another Goth. They’re so fucking cool, and they know it. There are many ways to wear a white hat, but they’re all wearing it at a 90 degree angle, pristine white like they soak them in bleach before they go to school, and backwards.
they have this really long pan on this black kid. Eric’s face is wrinkled in distaste. I think this is the moment trying to signify that Eric is racist because he’s looking at the black bully distastefully. Alright, Christian Movie. Thanks for that.
Rachel giving the Lanza Stare™ to the Jocks.
Who is this and why are him and Rachel making intimate eye contact? He looks like Dennis the Menace. Like who the fuck is this supposed to be. Also what shampoo does that other jock guy use? Damn
What I’m assuming is he’s one of Rachel’s friends that is trying to relapse and recover from his Jock Asshole ways but he can’t seem to quit. Rachel reminds him and he feels shame.
Back to the Sin Table, Dylan looks expectantly at Eric as he continues peeling his fucking orange. He expects him to be like I DONT CARE WHAT YOU SAY IF YOU EVER TOUCH HIM AGAIN ILL FRICKIN KILL YOU ILL PULL OUT A GODDAMN SHOTGUN AND BLOW YOUR DAMN HEAD OFF DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOU LITTLE WORTHLESS PIECE OF CRAAAAHP but no, sadly, because that is not Eric’s true colors. That is his mobster alter-ego, Reb.
He looks like a thirty year old christian youth leader that’s newly married with a baby on the way. But he looks angry also… i guess?? I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.
he violently bangs his apple on the table. Damn, does he want to bang someone from the Apple Table on the table?/?/????? Where does his violence end
ooh dam, it got a broose. Also he’s fucking shredded. Why.
All day long, both Wes and Rhea had been pointing out the different cliques and students of the school to Felix. To be honest, it was all pretty overwhelming, but he humored them anyway.
At the end of third period, Felix noticed someone he hadn’t seen yet. Or at least, that his two best friends hadn’t excitedly pointed out to him.
Ronan Reyes. “Captain of pretty much every school team ever,” as Wes described him. “The walking embodiment of the jock stereotype.”
Felix laughed before turning his eyes back down the hallway for another look. Ronan was staring right at him, his eyes icy, his mouth in a judgmental frown. Shit, did he hear us? He thought. Great, the last thing I need is to make an enemy on my first day.
anonymous said: jughead x reader where reader doesn’t really have a lot of friends and usually just reads so people don’t bother her. jughead’s becomes her only real friend and even though they get made fun of sometimes they don’t really mind. some bullies steal her books and call her jugs girlfriend and try to kiss her so jug comes in and tries to save the day, getting beat up in the process. his friends come in layer and break it all up and while reader tends to his wounds juggie confesses. thnx
chapter song: angels / robbie williams
geek, freak, loser, y/n l/n.
the young girl with the h/c hair and the e/c eyes. simple and plain, she didn’t stand out. just the way she liked it.
y/n loved the way things were, but she wanted someone to see her. someone to listen to her. to hold her when she cried. be careful what you wished for.
“check this out!” a loud voice shouts moments before the girls books are slammed out of her grasp. y/n rolls her eyes and bends down to pick up the things that the stupid jock had pushed out of her grasp.
as she places her hand on the final book she was yet to pick up, its lifted off the floor by another person.
the girl screams internally. “give it back,” she growls a sudden sense of confidence pulsating through her body. she tilts her head up so that she’s looking at her culprit.
“i’m sorry, i was just trying to help,” a boy, whom went by the name jughead, said offering his hand to her. y/n takes his hand and helps her up from the ground.
“thank you,” she mumbles taking the book off him and spinning on her heel quickly. she begins to walk down the hall but stops before she’s gone too far.
“what leaving so soon?” chuck clayton’s voice echo’s down the hall, everyone stops and stares at the scene that’s unfolding.
the girl ducks her head, trying to hide from the sight of everyone. people moved to the sides of the hallway just leaving y/n and chuck in the middle. the girls heart rate quickens, her breathing becomes shallow.
a bell rings through the halls and people rush to get to their classes. the girl takes this as her opportunity to leave and escape the jock. before she gets into the class room her eyes connect with jughead’s, she mouths ‘thank you’ to him. he nods his head a soft smile on his face.
a few weeks pass, y/n and jughead, who would be forever known as the weirdo and the loser. they became friends, he protected her and she cared for him. they were best friends, just the way they liked it.
they were inseparable.
“hey juggie,” the girl says wrapping her arms around his waist as he stands at his locker facing the opposite direction of y/n.
he places his hands over hers, as his way of letting her know that he knew she was there. he continues a conversation with who ever was in front of him, y/n didn’t care, she just kept her arms around him.
not even a moment later the bag that sat comfortably on y/n’s shoulder was ripped backwards.
her arm in forcefully pulled backwards making her squeak in pain. the girls arm unwraps from jughead’s waist and clutches her shoulder as tears spring to her eyes.
the laughs of the football team ring in her ears. y/n reaches out to grab her bag out of one of the jocks hands.
“dear y/n, you shouldn’t let people take your stuff,” chuck clayton’s voice booms making the girl stop in her tracks.
her face pales. jughead turns away from archie to see what all the commotion is. he feels his chest swell in anger as he see’s chuck holding y/n’s bag. his y/n.
“give it back chuck,” the girl says voice shaking. archie places a hand on jughead’s shoulder, stopping him for intervening.
“what’s in it for me?” chuck says getting closer to y/n, his lips almost touching her ear. the girls breathing becomes laboured and all rational thoughts disappear from her mind.
“how about a kiss?” the jocks all laugh as chuck suggests a kiss.
“how about not?” jughead says stepping in front of the girl, holding his arms to his sides to hide her from the peering eyes of chuck and the football team.
“how cute. you’re protecting your little girlfriend,” chuck laughs, throwing a look to the boys standing behind him. jughead’s body tenses and he feels anger flood his system.
he lunges forwards slamming chuck into the lockers behind him. chucks grunts as his back collides with the locker, he attempts to push jughead back. jughead pulls his fist back and then slams it into his face.
chuck spits out some blood, his gaze meets jughead’s, each with an equal amount of fire in their eyes. suddenly the two boys are in a heated fist fight, y/n screams for them to stop.
archie jumps between the two boys, and one of the football players, moose, grabs chuck pulling the two boys away from each other.
archie shoves jughead’s chest forcing him to turn to face y/n. her face has gone a pale shade and her eyes are wide.
jughead recognises that face, fear, she was afraid of him.
“y/n,“ jughead says reaching out towards the girl. she moves towards him, placing her hand on his cheek.
“you’re bleeding,” the girl whispers, taking his hand and pulling him along to the first aid room. when the pair reach the room, she boosts herself up on the bench and pulls him between her legs.
he places his hands on her hips as she dabs a tissue onto the cut on his cheek. he gazes at her face, studying every line, every spot, everything about her.
in that moment as she tried to make the bleeding stop the boy realised that he was in love with her.
he loved her, that’s why he felt the need to protect her.
“why are you looking at me like that?” she asks, the boy blinks, he didn’t realise that he was staring at her.
“you’re so beautiful,” he says leaning forward to press his lips to her cheek. he moves away from her and looks at her red face. a soft smile staying on her face as the girl continues to tend to his wounds.
Request: babe, i have a request. can you do an imagine of football!ethan? you’d be the responsible, quiet girl, and he’d be the intimidating boy, but good kid. he finds you the most gorgeous creature, and gets all shy when he decides to go talk to you. 🌹
Warnings: swearing, what else do you expect from me
Word Count: 653.
A/N: once again I didn’t stick to the request that much, sorry not sorry!! Anyways I’d like to say that football!Ethan is hot as hell.
Could you possibly do an imagine where the reader is dating Monty and she’s not very confident because of her low self esteem and Monty wants to show her off and make sure she always feels loved. Since she’s still in disbelief she’s dating Montgomery De La Cruz? One of the jocks as she’s the quiet type. If it’s not too much!💕
You walked into school silently, no one ever noticed you arrive, walking towards your locker you noticed all the jocks standing around laughing, amongst them was your new boyfriend Monty. You smiled at the sight of him and arrived at your locker, not bothering him. “Hey princess!” You heard from behind you, spinning round you see Monty with a grin on his face “good morning” you answer him smiling, his face turns a little confused “are you okay? Did you not see me standing there?” He asked, placing a hand on your waist, instantly making you blush “yeah, sorry I did. I just didn’t know if you’d told your friends about me yet” you reply making him chuckle “of course I’ve told them!” He says excitedly and you just smile “are you sure you’re okay?” He asks again softly “I’m good, I just worry what people will say if they see us together” you mumble and he takes your hand “baby, I want the whole world to see that you’re with me, who cares what the think, were happy!” He says making you think for a second “I care, I’ve always been invisible and I don’t mind that, it keeps people from gossiping about me and spreading nasty rumours, I find it so hard to believe that you want to be with me and if I think that then everyone else will” you ramble, Monty laughs a little bit “you better start believing it then pretty lady because I’m here to stay” Monty tells you making you laugh “there’s my happy girl” he hums and pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead “now hold my hand and walk through school with me so I can show you off to everyone” he demands. You lace your hands together and start to walk with him, gathering some whistles from his friends “shut up man you’re just jealous” Monty shouts back and they all agree “you have no idea how beautiful you are” he states, swinging your arms together and keeping a grin plastered on his face.
I’m so sorry this is late! It got lost in my requests!!
Twenty blocks was a long way to run, but you didn’t have any
other option. Your legs burned as you carried yourself past the standstill
traffic; getting closer and closer to the boy you had let go, again. He was
sitting right there and you let another opportunity pass you by. The two of you ran with
the same crowd through your years in school; you were friends, that was it. And
if you didn’t risk it now, that’s all you’d ever be. Colton was on his way to
the train station, heading back to St. Louis for the season. If you didn’t tell
him how you felt now, you may not get another chance.
You were waiting for
your friends to make their way back to you. The three of you had driven 5 hours
to Fort McMurray to watch Colton play during your senior year of high school.
“Hey, (Y/N)! I didn’t
know you were coming to the game tonight.” Colton said, as he dragged his bag
behind him through the lobby of the rink; his smile bringing the butterflies in
your stomach to life as he came to a stop in front of you. “Did you drive up
“No, I ran.” you joked,
fiddling with your bracelet, glancing up at him, his smile dropping as he processed
what you said. “God Colton, relax. As much as I wanted to see your game, my
legs would have fallen off in the first 5 minutes. Jake and Linds told me they
were making the drive up here, so I figured I’d tag along.” You laughed.
“Oh, yeah, right.” He
grinned, shaking his head. “I’m glad that you and your legs all ended up here
intact. Where are Jake and Lindsay, anyway?” he asked looking over you, his
eyes scanning the lobby.
“Uh, I think they went
off in search of rations for our drive back to St. Albert.” You replied,
joining him in the search for your friends. “Yep.” You said pointing them out
to Colton as you spotted them shoving quarters into the vending machines at the
back of the room. Lindsay hit Jake’s arm when she saw Colton had come out of
the locker room, arms filled with foil packets and bottles of Gatorade, they
made their way over to the two of you.
“Hey man! You played a
great game.” Jake said; Lindsay nodded in agreement, her mouth already stuffed
with an Oreo.
“Eh, it could’ve been
better. Sorry we didn’t pull a win out for you guys.”
“No worries, man, next
time. I think we’re coming back for another game in… what? 3 weeks?” he asked
looking back to Lindsay, who again nodded as she shoved another cookie in her
“(Y/N), will you be
coming?” he implored.
“Uh, maybe? If Linds
and Jake don’t mind dragging me with them again.” You replied, looking over to
“Yeah girl, I think we
can manage that.” Lindsay mumbled through her cookie.
“Colton! You ready to
go?” A man yelled from the main doors.
“Shoot, my ride is
gonna leave without me. Thanks for coming all the way up here.” He said as he shook
Jake’s hand. “It was great seeing you guys” he continued, wrapping Lindsay in
an awkward one-armed hug, careful not to knock the snacks out of her arms.
“(Y/N) I really hope you’re able to make it to the next game. Seeing you was a
nice surprise.” He said pulling you in for a hug, he kept his arms locked
around you for a moment longer than he needed to, warmth radiating through your
body. He pulled away, smiling at you as he grabbed his bag and pulled it
towards the door, turning and waving as he exited the rink. Lindsay raised her
eyebrows at you, smirking.
A/N: I was thinking about ideas for this request and I decided it has too much potential for just one part, so if it gets requested a fair amount I’ll write a part two :) So let me know if you want one :) Part two
As you sat smoking on the fire escape of your small apartment, you imagined what your first day of school would be like; you got a text on your phone, it was FP Jones, he needed you to pick him up from the bar he was drinking at. You groaned as you flicked your cigarette out onto the street and climbed back through your window.
Your father had died fairly recently, you two weren’t that close, you hadn’t been since long before your mother had left, she had had enough of your father’s antics, the gangs, the drugs and the drinking, so one night she left him. You just woke up one morning and it was like she had never existed. When he died, you were still in high school, so he left you under the supervision of his oldest friend, Forsythe Pendleton the second.
40. “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”
“I bet it was that cuphead kid. Y’know, the one with the beanie?”
One of the jock’s friends hits him upside the head. “It’s Jughead, you idiot. And yeah, he was probably jealous of all of the chicks that Jason picked up, or his status on the football team. He probably just snapped and-” The boy made a slitting motion across his throat with his thumb. The group laughs, and Betty and Archie shake their heads. Everyone knew it wasn’t true, but rumors flew fast around this town and a rumor pinning Jughead to a murder was the last thing he needed.
“Oh, shut up, why don’t you?” You seethe, fingers clamping into fists to calm your nerves. “Jughead is one of the sweetest, kindest people you will ever have the pleasure of knowing. Just because he doesn’t take advantage of girls like some neanderthal,” You look pointedly at the jocks in front of you, “Doesn’t mean that people aren’t interested in him that way or that he couldn’t be with anyone.” You calm down a bit, most of your initial anger having faded at the looks of shame the boys have donned. “And, anyway, a bunch of jocks pinning a murder on the person they like to bully is just a little too suspicious, isn’t it?”
At this, the first boy who spoke looks you dead in the eye, giving a dangerous smirk. “Don’t know what you mean by that, L/N. And, how do we know you’re not just protecting your little boyfriend, huh?” Your face falls, the heat from your embarrassment spreading over your chest and cheeks. “C’mon, we all know you’ve liked him since freshman year. When are you finally going to go public with your relationship?”
The jocks laugh and exit the room, seeming to have had enough with you for today. You sigh, looking at the sympathy in Betty and Ronnie’s faces and the wide eyes of Archie. “I should be so lucky,” you mutter.
And that’s when you realize Archie’s wide eyes were directed towards a frozen Jughead, leaning against the doorframe behind you.
So, after running out of the student lounge yesterday as fast as you could while tripping over your words and your own two feet, you had spent all of today avoiding the beanie-clad boy.
Why you thought going to Pop’s was a good idea, that is beyond anyone’s understanding.
He corners you in a booth, legs pressing against your own and an arm slung around the seat, close enough to feel to pattern of his denim jacket and wish it were just that much closer so you could smell the ink that is always sure to emanate off of it.
“Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”
Straight to the point, then. You could do this. You could, goddamn it.
“Well-” You sigh, not having the energy to come up with a half-truth. “Yeah, Jug, I did mean them. I just, well, didn’t exactly mean for you to hear them is all.”
Jughead lifts your chin with his free hand before moving it to entwine with your own. “And why, my dear, would you not want me to hear them?”
Realizing where this was going, you smile and pluck up all of the courage you can. “Jugsy, would you like to go out with me some time?”
He smirks, leaning close to your ear and whispering, “I should be so lucky.”