and her perfection in this dress

It all ties in .... (3)

The black ties only seen the once … but never forgotten 

The silver of Phryne’s top matching the silver/grey in Jack’s striped tie.

The blend of colours in Phryne’s dress matches Jack’s new tie which is only seen in the ‘Grand’ episode.  In the second photo the silver in Jack’s tie matches Phryne’s hat and the pattern on her coat.

This popular tie takes on gold and grey hues.

An overall picture of greys

….. and beige or cream

…. and of autumn colours

and here Jack, for once, doesn’t remove his coat and look at them, in perfect harmony.

cake + dresses = ♥ (NCT Jaehyun drabble)

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This was written by Shreya from @fauremeetsfettywap​! She asked me if it’d be okay to post this on this blog, which I think was pretty cute and sweet of her! Hopefully you’ll like this short drabble….

also thanks for 4700 followers yallllllll that’s a lot of people, imma be more active from tomorrow so hopefully you’ll be supplied with some lit memes and content! also when i hit 5K, i promise i’ll do the follow forever i just keep forgetting to do it and/or don’t write it up fast enough👀😭


jae’s birthday surprise

word count: 293

Originally posted by neotechs


You take a look at yourself in the mirror. Perfect, just the way he would like it. You slipped into that new red dress you bought the other day, the one that hugged you in all the right places showing off your body and more importantly your legs. You carefully dab some red lipstick to match your outfit and ruffle up your hair a bit. You never let it loose but it just felt right today. You flash yourself a big grin and head to the dining table. 

It’s Jaehyun’s birthday today. You managed to slip away early from work to keep everything ready for dinner. He’d be back from recording in some time. You made sure your place was neat (shoved your stuff in a cupboard) and dinner was ready with the table was all set. You open the door to your apartment, leaving it only half-closed so some air can come in. You bend over the carefully set table and light a lavender-scented candle and let the scent waft through the air. “Perfect”, you think to yourself. 

You head towards the another corner table and bend over to light another candle and as you blow the fire off the matchstick a hand touches your waist and you immediately spin around to find yourself in his strong grasp, comforted by the warmth of his eyes. You look at him and grin goofily and say, “Happy Birthday, Jae”. He smiles a full smile to this, dimples and all, and pushes away strands of your hair from your eyes, fixates on them for a moment as his fingers gently touch your cheek and pulls you close so you can feel his breath against yours, and whispers, “Why’d you hide those legs for so long?” 

Our 3 Gajeel & Levy version so far.


First one: I choose the standard dress to start, because I really LOVE how it fits Levy. I think it’s very characteristic to her. Cino decide to made the Magic Game version instead, and yes I think he nailed it a lot eheh ❤️
Second one: Magic Council dress! Our favourite dress so far! Their coat are so BEAUTIFUL (and perfect for winter convention!)
Last one: Levy Standard dress + Casual Gajeel. Well… Gajeel with a pair of jeans… WHAT ELSE???  ❤️

We are really thinking on making MORE version! 

If you have something to recommend (even fanart ones!!!)… we’ll be VERY HAPPY  ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

In a few “fan fiction” episodes, the show changes from the adventures of Finn and Jake to those of Fionna and Cake, where every character is a different gender. But it’s essentially just a cosmetic change. Every character retains their original personality, especially Fionna, who just like Finn is brave, strong, and a bit of a dork.

None of that went away when her balls migrated inwards because, and this is important, your genitals don’t have to dictate how you live your life. Except for Deathray-Dick Johnny but I like to think he’s the exception that proves the rule. Always in our hearts, Deathray-Dick.

Feminism started out as a fight for basic civil rights for women, then equal rights, and today, it’s essentially about the freedom of choice, and Fionna is the perfect example of that.

She wears dresses. When she wants. She doesn’t need a boyfriend now. But she’s open to the idea in the future. She kicks ass. But the show doesn’t call her a tomboy for that, nor does she make it a cornerstone of her whole personality. On its own, that wouldn’t mean all that much. But because Fionna exists solely as the female version of a male character, her non-stereotypical characterization becomes a powerful feminist message, namely: You do you, no matter what’s between your legs.

5 Fictional Characters That Should Be Studied In Schools

In defense of Belle’s yellow dress

I’ve seen a lot of hullaballoo about Belle’s dress in the new BEAUTY AND THE BEAST movie—it’s not historically accurate, it’s too plain, etc. While I agree that from a purely aesthetic standpoint, it’s not my favorite gown, from a CHARACTER perspective, I think it’s perfect.

There’s a lot of talk about Belle being ‘odd,’ but the old animated movie doesn’t really explore that. The new movie shows more of Belle’s personality as someone who approaches things in her own way, who is creative, who genuinely does come off as a little different. Look at her other costumes in the movie. She almost certainly makes her own clothes- look at her quirky, practical village dress, with the tucked-up skirt so that she can be more active, or the whimsical flower embroidery on her brown traveling cloak.


We all saw Belle get frustrated by the giant frou-frou dresses that Madame de Garderobe tries to put on her (she literally escapes from under them). I would not be surprised if Belle cut and sewed up one of those old dresses to make one that fit her size, her style, and her desire for free movement. She’s lived in a village her whole life—she knows nothing about the high fashion of her time—but she knows what she likes and what she imagines. The dress is very light, flowy, and if you look closely, the layers of the skirt aren’t hemmed, they’re cut off. Her ear cuff and the simple lines of the dress don’t look like 18th century France, but they do look like Belle.

Maurice says about Belle’s mother, “I knew a girl who was so different, so daring, so ahead of her time that people mocked her until the day they found themselves imitating her.” Belle is ahead of her time, and she creates her own style.

Just look at her gorgeous wedding gown at the end of the movie. This is not an 18th century ballgown, and it’s VERY different from the dresses that the Prince’s guests wear at the beginning of the movie. This is a Belle creation, too. 

I actually want to delve into this ‘ahead of her time’ concept a little more. This movie is very obsessed with the concept of ‘time.’ From the giant clock tower on the palace to the clock character to the falling rose petals that measure the fleeting time until the curse is permanent, to the way the villagers all instantly snap into action the second the clock strikes, the idea of time and schedule is everywhere. The songs all talk about “tale as old as time,” ‘forever,’ etc. 

Belle resists that. She’s the first one awake before the rest of the village springs into motion, singing about how every day is like the one before. She talks the Beast out of trapping Maurice in the castle “forever,” and then later, gets out of that ‘forever’ herself. The rules about the curse even change when the Enchantress transforms the dead Beast back into a living Prince when Belle says “I love you” after the time limit has run out. When she reads books, she likes to be ‘transported’ to other places and times. Belle defies time, while the villagers and the Beast are all defined by it.

When we first meet the Prince, he is fascinated by fashion, and everyone who surrounds him is dressed in the height of style—of their time period. His castle is a monument of Baroque art and over-the-top modern style—and he appreciates none of it. There is so much detail and so much beauty surrounding him that he’s become completely blind to it. Belle changes that. She shows him the beauty in everything around him, re-introduces him to what makes his castle gorgeous all over again. In that famous ballroom scene, the ballroom is incredibly ornate, but the Beast is focusing only on her, in her simple, bright gown as a focal point. She’s given him something to focus on, symbolically and literally.

When Belle comes down the stairs in a dress that’s completely her own style, the Beast doesn’t sneer at her unfashionable dress the way he would have before the curse—he’s in awe of her beauty.

And because of all of that, I think Belle’s dress is  perfect.

Queen Penny

Rewind the clock by a couple of decades and I was working as a team lead for an office supply store. This office supply store has a “copy center” where staff members would print, copy, and scan stuff for customers.

Enter “Penny”. Penny was a middle-aged woman who would come in every Friday smelling like wine, dressed somewhat elaborately, and who would make ridiculous demands on the copy center staff. Penny: crazy lady!

Penny’s weekly Friday afternoon visitations had been going on for a while before I ever became aware of her. She would come in with elaborate letters including photos, keepsakes, etc written to England’s Royal Family - various members from the Queen to Prince Charles to Fergie. She would make the copy staff photocopy the letters, demanding perfection to the point where she measured the margins to ensure the contents copied were in the exact center of the page. Then she would make the copy center staff package the letters and, when she did include something such as photos, inspect the packing to ensure the tape was perfectly even and pay the shipping to Buckingham Palace in London. She would frequently make the copy staff read the photocopied letters back to her. When they had initial refused to, she had called district management and complained so this request was honored whenever she asked.

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anonymous asked:

would you ever draw camila? like with lil nina?

camila loves her happy lil girl more than anything

I commissioned a modern Tarzan and Jane from the incredibly talented @punziella and here’s the final result!! I couldn’t be happier with it, it’s absolutely perfect and I just love it so so much I can’t stop staring at it, thank you so much Pauline!!

anonymous asked:

can you draw vanessa in her dress from The Club?

shes here to look good and kick ass, and she already looks good

The “Exchange” Program #1

Originally posted by nnochu



Summary: To say you were excited was an understatement. Your brother had left for Korea and in exchange you get a replacement, also known as an exchange student. Expecting a smart, nice boy,  practically the boy version of you…you got the complete opposite. A bad boy with bad habits.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Au: Badboy!Jungkook

A/N: I’m starting this fanfic again, I promise you that it is not like the last one it just has a the same concept (hopefully it will do as well) This is the first part but since i have exams this week i won’t be posting this week. But please tell me what you think :)

Standing next to your Mother and Father, you waited for the boy with a smiling face.

“I really hope he doesn’t hate us” your Mother stressed, her husbands hand tight around her shoulder. “Honey, I’m sure he’ll have a great time” he reassured her.

“Mum, I’m sure everything will be okay. What could go wrong?” you smiled, staring at the crowd of people emerging from the flight.

“I think that’s him” your mother exclaimed, holding up the sign which had his name on it. The tall boy smiled, dressed in jeans and a white sweater with glasses shaping his face.

He was cute. Perfect even.

You squirmed with excitement as the boy strutted towards your small family, you pulled down your skirt making sure to present yourself nicely and make a good impression.

“Nice to meet all of you” the boy smiled and shook your Dad’s and Mum’s hand and smiled at you. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, but please call me Jungkook” he smiled even wider this time, making your heart swell.

“Nice to meet you too!” your mum said clutching her bag to her side grabbing your shoulders and pulling yourself next to her.

“This is my daughter Y/n”

You put your hand out for him to shake and he gladly accepted.

“Right, It’s time to get going, to beat the traffic” your dad smiled patting Jungkook on the back as the four of you walked out of the building.

Pulling into the gas station on your drive home your dad offered you and Jungkook to get something from the there.

Heading straight towards the packets of chips you notice Jungkook looking around suspiciously on the other side of you. Walking around to the other isle you see him shove a packet of red vines into his jacket pocket he had put on earlier.

Your eyes went wide in fear of getting caught.

“What the hell are you doing?” you whisper trying to get to the packet of liquorice out of his pocket. Pushing your hand away and shoving the packet even deeper, he laughed.

“You’ve really never done this? Gees, I knew you were a good girl the minute I laid my eyes on you” he rolled his eyes and continued on to the counter.

“And a packet of those” he pointed to the cigarettes on the top shelf, your jaw dropped and your eyes became wider.

“Sixteen dollars” the old mans voice rang through the station, not giving two shits about how young the boy in front of him looked.

Shoving the packet of cigarettes into his jean pocket you still couldn’t believe your eyes. The boy that you thought was perfect is the complete opposite.

“Have fun getting cancer” you snickered to him as you walked to the other side of the car.

“I’ll be the first to tell you Miss Goody Two-Shoes” he smiled and opened the door.

“Welcome to the Y/L/N residence” your dad brought Jungkooks bags in to your house.

“So basically Y/n’s Father and I run a popular clothing business, meaning we won’t be here that often. My Husband is going on a business trip to Morocco tomorrow morning and I’m going to Milan this evening”

Your mother explained the situation of your father and her about their busy work schedule whilst you were half way up the stairs to your safe haven.

“Y/n, show Jungkook to his room. Your Father and I are going to go pack” Your Mother told you as her and her husband walked to their room on the ground floor.

“C’mon” you mumbled.

Walking down the hall way and into the common room that was also yours you turned to him and pointed to the door that was opposite yours on the other side of the room.

“That one is yours, this one is mine” You whispered. You don’t know where this sudden fear came from but you didn’t like it. Walking to your room you hurried making sure he couldn’t say something but before you could go in, he asked you something.

“Why are you acting so shy?” he asked.

You froze in your steps and slowly turned to him, he walked to wards you standing two metres in front of you.

“I dunno” you whispered still looking at your feet.

You knew exactly why you were shy. He was cute you won’t deny it, but you always avoided these types of guys but now having one in your house for a year was insanity.

“Perhaps you’re afraid I’ll try and make a move on you?” he smirked

You nodded your head quickly still looking down.

You felt his hand grab your chin and lift your face up so you were staring at him. The sudden action made your heart beat faster, while all you could do was stare at his facial features.

“Don’t worry kitten, I have no interest in you whatsoever” he laughed and let go. Walking back to his room you laughed to yourself as well.

“Well I have no interest in you either!!!” you shouted at the closed door.

“No good, idiotic, hateful, heinous jerk” you mumbled to yourself as you entered your room.

Collapsing on your bed, you let out a frustrated sigh thinking how in the hell are you going to put up with him for a whole freaking year.

7:00pm and your stomach was growling for food.

You had eaten the last piece of chocolate in your room and you wanted dinner but you were to afraid that you would bump into him.

GROWL

“Whyyy” you whined, you couldn’t take it anymore.

Opening the door a creak you looked out to see Jungkook’s door open and him laying on his bed a phone in his hand.

“Alright I can do this” you gave yourself a mini pep talk and tip toed out of your room.

It was going great until you tripped over your cat. Yelping the cat scattered down the stairs causing you to hear foot steps emerge from the boys room,

“Are you going to get food?” you turned around and got struck by how good he looked in just jeans and a simple white shirt, the shirt clung to his muscles making him look ten times hotter.

“Yeah” you choked out of your mouth.

“Good I’m starving” he uttered walking your way. The two of you headed down the stairs to see two suitcases at the door, you walked into the kitchen and grabbed a packet of ramen.

“Looks like you two are getting along” your dad said holding his passport in one hand looking like he was waiting for your mum.

“Oh yeah! We’ve been talking for hours, pretty much like siblings” Jungkook laughed causing your dad to cackle.

“Dad I thought you were leaving tomorrow” you questioned your dad as your mum emerged from the dimly lit hallway.

“Something came up so your Dad and I thought it was best to go together to Morocco then Milan”

Your mouth went into an O shape as the two of them got ready leave. Your mum came over to you and give you a kiss on the forehead whilst your dad hugged you, “We’ll be home in a couple of weeks” you nodded your head.

“Be good you two” your mum laughed as they left the house.

“Isn’t the whole point of exchange for me to improve my english by you know speaking to people?” Jungkook snickered and grabbed two packets of ramen.

“Am I a horse? I speak fluent english” you question him and poured the hot water into a pot.

“Like we’re going to talk” he rolled his eyes and took a seat at the island table.

“If you make an effort I’ll make and effort” you smiled at him, he nodded his head and fiddled with the fork in his hand.

A couple minutes later you put the pot on the table as the two of you ate from the pot.

“This is nothing like home” he mumbled still shoving the noodles into his mouth. “Well I’m sorry, I’m not exactly Korean so I can’t cook you whatever you eat” you snickered, “this is my brothers, I ate it once and i liked it so I thought i might as well eat tonight.”

“Speaking of your brother, why did he want to learn Korean?” he asked shoving more of the noodles into his mouth.

“He likes Kpop and drama’s, especially that one group what were they called again?” you racked your brain for the answer until Jungkook gave you it.

“STB?” he asked putting the fork down.

“Yeah those guys! He plays the song ‘Tears, Sweat and Blood’ again and again” you laughed.

“Yeah they’re quite popular, what about you, do you like Kpop?” he asked and picked up his fork again to eat more.

“Yeah I don’t mind it. I mean I’m not in love with it but if my brother puts it on then I’ll sing broken Korean with him” the last statement made him laugh.

Your heart fluttered looking at him, you felt warm inside…’No Y/n this is not how you’re supposed to feel, he’s vulgar…look at him scoff down the ramen’

“Can you slow down your eating, you’re going to choke” after your statement he grabbed the pot and chugged the noodle soup.

Your face turned into disgust as you stood up.

“That’s so gross” you whined and started to walk away.

“That’s so gross” he mimicked in a higher voice. “I do not sound like that” he mimicked you again laughing to himself. “You’re such a dick” you exclaimed as you walked into your room.

It was late and you wanted to get some fresh air.

You walked on onto the balcony and hopped up on the railing tot he side and rested your back against the wall.

A couple moments later Jungkook came out lighting a cigarette in his mouth not aware that you two were there.

“Could you find somewhere else to poison your body?” you startled him as he quickly turned around looking at you with a shock expression on his face.

“Can you be a smart ass somewhere else?” he question.

You scoffed as silence filled the air.

You felt yourself cramping up and you stretched your legs, which was the biggest mistake of your life.

You were about to fall to your death but luckily Jungkook acted fast, he dropped the cigarette and clutched your arm dragging you onto him making you both fall to the ground.

You were positioned on top of him as if you were straddling him.

You looked intensely into his eyes as he did with you, you were mere inches from kissing him and that was all you wanted to do.

New MasterList! (Edit, it looks crazy on the app! Sorry guys)

One Shots                                               Multichapter (works in progress)

Dr.Cooper                                                 Snake Skin

The Car Accident                                           part 1

Coffee Shop AU                                            part 2

Support Group AU                                        part 3

Perfect                                                         part 4

Betty takes Cheryls Place                        Princesses and Promises

A Serpent and a prom dress                            part 1

Timer (Soulmate AU)                                        part 2

Night Rider AU                                           Hunger Games AU

Necklace (Soulmate AU)                                      part 1

Emergency Contact                                                part 2

Mind Reader (Soulmate AU)                                  part 3

Jughead sees Bettys Darkness                    Oil and Snakes

I feel you (Soulmate AU)                                       part 1

Not Archie, Only Jughead                                       part 2

Scare me like her                                                     part 3

Jugheads a serpent, Betty works at Pops

Pens and Paintbrushes AU

Bruises (Soulmate AU)

Uninterrupted (smut)

School Shooting AU

Don’t leave me

Veronica and her sex advice

Shoelaces

Living together on the Southside

I’m hurting

i'm glad i married you (m)

part one: marry me.


pairing: taehyung x reader 
word count: 5.8k 
genre: fluff & smut 

prompt: I know you not taking requests but can u pleassseeee write a continuation for the Tae fluff you’ve posted?? 💕😫 only if you want to and got time, if not just ignore please maybe one where they got married and are on honeymoon and you can add smut since you don’t have any Taehyung smut 😉😉 thank you fighting 🎀 

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❝ I want her with me. ❞

Plot: You and Yoongi are both idols and you’re dating. During a Music Award Show he confesses you’re his girlfriend. 

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 2,8k+

Genre: Fluff 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“PDnim wants to talk to me, can you stay here with Hobi waiting for me?”  

Yoongi’s request, you just nodded with lightness, giving him a little peck onto his cheek.  

You were accustomed to his continual disappearances, so the fact that he left you alone at that time with Hoseok didn’t bother you that much. In fact, you appreciate spending time with the rest of the Bangtan, because they were as much important as of your own family.  

He smiled at you and your heart made a little flip, not yet accustomed to that sweetness that brightened his eyes every time he looked at you. Nine months and you still felt like a little girl struggling with the first crush.  

“Y/N, come and dance with me!” Hoseok screamed and dragged you to the center of the big Rehearsal room, shaking his head repeatedly; “I don’t accept a no, Y/N. I know you know how to dance!”  

“Hobi I can’t compete with you, you’re a dance freak!”  

“In fact, you have to dance with me, don’t compete!”  

You could not argue with that statement because he was theoretically right, so giggling you started to follow the rhythm of music and move along with him, without being able to keep the laughter. With Jung Hoseok it was practically impossible not to laugh.  

“You say we can change Jin Hyung with you? You dance much better than him! ”  

“Brat I heard you! You should be thankful I don’t spit into your food when I cook! ”  

Seokjin’s voice took you by surprise and you immediately hopped towards him, worried that Hoseok’s “harsh” sentence had been able to offend him in some way. You did puppy’s eyes and he smiled at you, making you sigh with relief. You were still not accustomed to the way they sometimes joked with each other, you cared like a mom nobody was offended or they fight due to trivial things..  

Dating Yoongi had, automatically, involved acquiring six brothers to care for.  

“Yoongi?? He must come and try the outfit for the show tomorrow night. ” Seokjin murmured, made a mess with your hair gently, laying his gaze on Hoseok that just shrugged his shoulders.  

“PDnim wanted to talk to him.. and about the show, I have to go… I also have to try my dress. Can you tell Yoongi that I had to run away?” You asked, hopping to the table to retrieve your purse. Seokjin and Hoseok watched you, amused and cheered by your presence.  

They still wondered how it was possible that you and Yoongi were a couple because you two were completely opposed. But maybe that was your secret, even because they didn’t know the most private side of you.  

Hoseok hugged you from behind, greeting and pretending desperation that you had to go away, so you gave him a pinch on his arm and he pretended to fall to the ground in pain.  

“Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll tell him.. And don’ mind Hoseok ” Seokjin reassured you with a caring and sweet tone while you threw him a flying kiss, which he pretended to take by making a small leap.  

Coming out of the rehearsal room you ran towards one of the side exits of the building, starting to wear the mask and one of Yoongi’s hat. You didn’t want anyone to recognize you because your relationship was still secret, for both your managers’ and companies will.  

It wasn’t a problem for you the secrecy, even in those months you enjoyed the opportunity to know Yoongi away from the public, only you two. And it turned out to be such a pure and fragile soul that falling in love with him had been easy.  

Distracted by your thoughts you came out of the building, after repeatedly checking that there were no fans or even worse paparazzi, walking towards your car.  

Yes, you had to go get ready for the next day show, but the urge to do it was very low since you should have spent hours making your makeup, scolded by your stylistic and hairstylist Unnie.  

Sometimes you just didn’t like your idol life at all.  

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That smoke filled shot from the promo shoot has given me so many thoughts though...

Just like FP and Alice, Betty and Jughead tried so hard but they couldn’t withstand the pull of the Riverdale split. The turf war got so bad that someone from the Southside couldn’t even step foot over the division line without threat of attack. They tried at first, they tried so hard to fight it, to be together. Jughead crawling into Betty’s room in the middle of the night, Betty sneaking to Jughead’s trailer in the earliest hours of the morning before school. Alice threatened bars on her window. It wasn’t Jughead, she’d said, it was her safety. Visits became phone calls, phone calls became texts. And try as he might to resist it Jughead had finally found a family with the Serpents, people willing to look out for him no matter the cost.

He shouted, she cried. He apologised and she shouted louder. Cursed them both as cowards. Too weak to hold their own, deliver nothing but empty promises into the grooves of each other’s skin. He told her their love wasn’t real, just to get her to go for good.

She moved to Boston for college. Got her journalism degree. Was chosen for an internship at the New Yorker.

He worked in the Whyte Worm, taking classes in community college when he could, rising in the ranks of the Serpents to keep a roof over his head when his father was sentenced. He’d wanted so much more for himself but he’d always known it was a pipe dream. He wrote, until the sun peeked over his windowsill he would work on his novel. A last shred of hope in which the delinquent got the girl and the waters of the river were eternally smooth.

Alice was thrilled when Betty announced her engagement. Ben, or Brad, or Buck, it didn’t matter. The first time she’d been back to Riverdale, a place with so many painful memories, was for the party her mother insisted on throwing. Her chest ached the whole drive back, fingers threatening to curl in a way they hadn’t for years. She straightened her soft pink cardigan, ran her hands over her light blue dress and scowled into her mirror as the reflection of Alice Cooper stared back at her.

Betty told herself it was a craving for Pop’s vanilla malt milkshakes that had drawn her here in the middle of the night, perfect fiancé left sleeping in her lacy pink childhood room. In all actuality she knew the real reason, never was a good liar anyway. It was a long shot and yet…

There he was, in his booth, laptop and half drunken coffee in front of him, like a day had never passed. She can’t breathe, all air snatched from the room as he looks up, blue meeting green for the first time in too long.

He stands up before he can even think. He’s taller, more muscular, she thinks. She’s blonder, curvier in all the right places he can’t help but notice.

Neither of them remember closing the distance but her name is barely off his lips before she envelopes him, flooding his senses with an essence that is purely Betty Cooper and he’s already drunk, already addicted all over again.

Pop’s bathroom isn’t the most idyllic location but it’s the closest. They’re tearing at each other’s clothes, biting at lips and necks and shoulders in a desperate attempt to make up for lost time, apologise and repent and forgive all at once. She hooks her legs round his waist, telling him in a low growl to just rip her underwear as it hinders them, drawing him home between her thighs.

This was it this time, this was always going to be it. Neither side of Riverdale would ever be at peace, this they would have to accept, but it wouldn’t stop them now. Nothing could.

Eventually Jughead and Betty move into a big white house in the suburbs, offering him the dream life he’d always wanted but would never admit to because why would it possibly happen for him? The neighbours stare with open jaws that say ‘goodness is she okay with that dark, scary looking gang member?’ And then there’s a ring at the door and they answer it to find Jughead Jones adorably holding out a plate of cookies, blush on his cheeks as he says “um my wife baked these for you, we’re new round here". His shy smile could get him anything, Betty knew that more than anyone.

He mows the lawn for the old lady at the end of the road and volunteers to man the barbecue during the summer street party.

She goes back home with him, weekly visits to FP and reunions at the Worm. Betty beats almost every Serpent at pool as they just shake their heads, flushing as she kisses their cheeks in placation before she asks if anyone wants to play darts next.

Light and dark - you never could have one without the other.