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Raphael is hella punk, Simon hella pastel and they are both very much in love.

The New Girl (Jughead x Reader)

Summary: New girl takes a liking to Jughead and he takes a liking to her after seeing her stand up to Cheryl

Word Count: 1922

A/N: First time posting fan fiction, let me know what you guys think. Feedback and ideas are welcomed!

Originally posted by twelvevo

Today was your first day of high school and you were both excited and nervous. Yes, you were a sophomore but you had been home schooled your entire life. Your mom was extremely overprotective but she had finally agreed to let you attend public school.

You had seen schools on TV and in movies but you had never actually been inside of one. Until now. 

“I’m Betty Cooper and welcome to Riverdale High” said the blonde. She seemed really nice. So far so good, you thought.

You smile shyly, “I’m Y/F/N, Y/F/N Y/L/N.” You quickly look away, trying not to make too much eye contact. That would be weird, right? Yeah. You don’t want to make the wrong impression on your first day. 

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onethousandcentipedes  asked:

Do you agree with the theories of Touka becoming pregnant and if so, how do you think that would advance the plot? I haven't made a decision about the possibility since I'm having trouble imagining any concrete purpose for it besides shock factor or a device for more tragedy.

The last chapter definitely pointed in that direction. It might just be a pure character moment, but usually Ishida ties his character moments intrinsically to the plot itself, and a pregnancy is the most obvious knock-on plot effect of a sex scene. Even so, I would still be sceptical if it weren’t for Ishida’s ‘rotten womb’ poem about the Kirishimas. With that in mind, it seems very likely.

Thematically, I think the main purpose of such an event would be threefold:

Firstly, to tear Kaneki between the role thrust upon him and his own secret motivation. Previously, they were compatible, but since Kaneki fights for the sake of his loved ones, he will find his responsibility as a father outweighing his role as the One-Eyed King. This will be part of the upcoming Judgement Arc, where Kaneki will have to decide what is truly important to him and discover his true purpose for living within himself, rather than in the laps of others.

Born for both love and revolution, Kaneki will try to keep both - having learnt all too well from the first Shironeki and the Black Reaper (his Revolution) what sacrificing everything for a greater purpose will lead to, but also knowing how he can’t protect his loved ones without a purpose from his time as Kuroneki and Haise (his Love). It is Touka who will make the decision to prevent him from losing everything in his refusal to play the game of choice any longer.

Secondly, to tear Touka between her desire to fight by Kaneki’s side and her inability to do exactly that. Like in the original Anteiku arc, she will be behind the major scenes of battle, this time for the baby’s sake, a conscious choice on her part even while Kaneki is reluctant to force her to do it after their talk. But eventually the sheer level of danger Kaneki is in will get to her, and, not wanting things to end up the way they did the last time, will go to save him and successfully - but in the struggle, the baby will die in utero.

Which brings me to the third purpose: an important lesson in the difficulties of parenthood for these two whose lives have revolved around their own parents. After the failures of their own parents, it would be of paramount importance that they succeed here, and even if they knew the baby would likely die from their differing biology anyway, the fact that it specifically died due to their choices will be a cruel but necessary lesson to demonstrate just how difficult being a parent really is in this brutal world. The pain might help them find a new level of closure with their own parental issues - not necessarily forgiveness, but closure. It will be the last major tribute taken by the birdcage they seek to destroy - and it must be destroyed. That final loss will wash all doubts away from Kaneki’s mind. He will become the One-Eyed King in truth, and not just a boy wearing his crown.

One in the same

Jughead Jones x Reader

Something a bit different, hope you’s like it. Enjoy!


The chime of Pops caught the attention of one booth in particular, a red headed boy, a blonde girl, a raven haired girl and a raven haired boy wearing an oddly designed crown beanie. The four of them looking towards the door with the diner being almost empty, curious to see who was popping in. There stood a girl with brunette hair, sporting a flower crown which struck Jughead as a little strange since the summer weather had passed for this year but then who was he to judge. Staring intently at the girl as she gave Pops her order, he was dying to know who she was? Where did she come from? Why the hell is this girl in Riverdale?

“She must be new” Veronica mused breaking Jugheads intense stare on the unknown girl. Eyeing her up and down she didn’t particularly see her as competition in anyway. “Cute sense of fashion” She shrugged turning back to her group of friends.

“Maybe we should introduce ourselves?” Archie suggested staring over at the girl, her fingers mindlessly tapping on the counter as Pops got her order, completely unaware of the attention she had brought to herself.

“She might feel a little ambushed” Betty inputted. “She could be new after all” The blonde shrugged as she sipped her strawberry milkshake.

“I’m going over” Veronica announced, ignoring Betty’s protests. Straightening out her checkered pink dress, she made her way to the new mystery in town.

“Hi, Veronica Lodge” The raven haired girl introduce, startling the girl in front of her. “Oh hi” The girl shyly smiled accepted Veronica’s outstretched hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N” Tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. “So are you visiting town or are you new here?” She pried, fixing her pearl necklace as she spoke.

“New” The mysterious girl nodded. “But it’s temporary” She explained, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the stares from Veronica’s friends.

“Well let me introduce you to the gang” She grinned taking Y/N by the arm. “Guys this is Y/N Y/L/N she’s new here” Veronica introduced her as she took her seat back beside Archie.

“It’s nice to meet you” The blonde smiled at her making her feel more comfortable. “I’m Betty Cooper”.

“I’m Archie” The red head spoke taking Y/Ns attention away from the blonde with the lovely emerald eyes. “Nice to meet you both” The shy girl spoke timidly.

A nudge in his ribs from Betty made him groan out in pain, forcing his attention away from his laptop screen. “Jughead Jones the Third” The beanie wearing boy grumbled.

“The third?” She asked slightly amused. “Generation thing” He sighed putting his laptop away.

“I like your hat” She smiled at the brooding teenager, a blush colouring her cheeks. “Thanks” A slight smile gracing his lips.

“I like your flower crown” He eyed the girl before averting his gaze back to the table.

His three friends sharing a look between them, never actually hearing Jughead compliment or willingly interact with someone he doesn’t know.

“That’s your order ready” Pops called placing three rather large bags onto the counter, the brunette turning to smile at the man calling a quick thank you before he disappeared.

“Big family?” Archie enquired eyeing the bags on the counter. “Something like that” She nodded. “It was nice meeting you’s but I should really get going” Slightly waving at the group of friends as she collected her food.

“I’ll help!” Jughead called jumping over the back of the booth, his friends following his movements in shock and amusement. This girl ignited something inside of him, it was a foreign feeling to Jughead but a feeling that didn’t make him uncomfortable.

“That’s really not necessary” The girl protested already struggling to carry all three bags. Sighing in defeat as she struggled to find a suitable way of carrying them. “Thanks” She blushed, Jughead taking two of the bags into his large hands.

“Don’t mention it” He shrugged smiling at the girl who’s brown eyes had him captivated. His three friends watching as they both left Pops completely forgetting their existence.  

“So where did you move from?” Jughead questioned as they walked away from the bright neon lights of Pops. “Kind of all over” She spent most of her life in a different city or sometimes even a different country. “Have you lived here all of your life?” She asked returning the attention back on Jughead.

“Unfortunately” He laughed, liking the slight warmth that filled him hearing her laugh for the first time, it was full of heart, almost like a child’s, it sounded freeing.

“After all it is the town with pep” He tried to air quote, hearing her continuous laughter making him smile at the sound.

“So I’m guessing we’ll be seeing you at the glamorous Riverdale high tomorrow?” He asked continuing his joking around.

“I’m only here for a few weeks maybe months but I’ll be there” She smiled at the raven haired boy, turning left down a street that wasn’t familiar to Jughead, his heart slightly feeling deflated that a girl he’s finally interested in wouldn’t be staying for long.

The closer they got to Jugheads new interests destination he was shocked when they finally arrived at thorn hill. “You’re related to Cheryl Blossom?!” Jughead almost shouted, feeling shocked that the beautiful brunette with the sparkling brown eyes and unusual flower crown is related to the family that everything they touch turns to dust.

“We’re cousins” She admitted, almost sounding like she was ashamed to admit it. “Thanks for your help” She mumbled taking the bags from Jugheads hands, who seemed to be in too much shock to actually move. Walking through the gates of hell she knew that the possible group of friends she had made tonight wouldn’t be having anything to do with her by morning.

Turning around to find Jughead still at the entrance of the closed gates, shaking his head as he tries to wrap his mind around this new found information, unaware of the brown eyes staring at him, pinning for him.

Unknown to them both what was still too come.

Part 2

First impressions - Jughead x Reader

Request: Prompts 33 (I was just really trying to impress you) and 43 (I swear to god I’m smart)

Word count: 1010

Warnings: None


You walked into the bright diner that was Pop’s Chock-lit shoppe, you were new to Riverdale and decided a nice stroll of the town was in order… at 10pm. You always liked the dark and exploring your new town at night would mean there was less of a chance of running into other teenagers.

The bell rang as you opened the door, you looked around you in awe, this place was really something.

“What can I get ya?” a mans voice shook you out of your thoughts, “Oh, Hi, Pop I’m presuming?” you questioned, the man just smiled at you and nodded, “That’s me” he said, “Can I get you anything?”

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WHEN THEY SAY GINGERS HAVE NO SOUL; THEY’RE ONE HUNDRED PERCENT RIGHT. this snapback - wearing, school bus - throwing, laser-eyed villain leader is the best example to confirm that prejudice. seriously, he’s actually made out of the tales of puppy dogs, it doesn’t really get any more EVIL than that.written by a mun, that is an over caffeinated mess 24/7. so if you’re into the sassy but irresistible douche bag - type, you can do no wrong with BRICK JOJO. and if this smol dickhead actually caught your attention, you should definitely give this a LIKE or REBLOG.

Can I Even Complicate Your Breathing?

Summary: Pastel!Dan lives in an apartment complex and sits on his windowsill every night and sings. Punk!Phil listens to him every night. 
Word Count: 3906
A/N: Thank you to danisnotahobbit for the wonderful prompt and for betaing this for me! And also thank you to whalefairyfandom12 (as always) for cheering me on and correcting my grammar (: You both are awesome! Also, I’ve just reached 3k subscribers today so here’s a celebration fic xD
Song Title

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There is a boy who lives across the street from Phil who has brown hair the colour of chocolate, the voice of an angel, and eyes that reflect a million stars. Phil doesn’t know when it first started, but he slowly began to drift to his slightly cracked window every night just to hear the boy sing.

He always sat upon his windowsill, picking at the lint on his pastel jumpers while his lips uttered beautiful melodies that put Vic Fuentes to shame. And Phil didn’t even know the boy’s name, or what he liked to do in his spare time, but he could slowly start to feel himself falling for the boy.

It was idiotic in a way. Phil had never met this brunette beauty before. He never heard his voice besides when he sang in the hours of the night, he never seen him in broad daylight, and he certainly didn’t know a single thing about him. And yet, Phil was in love with a voice and a boy who didn’t even know he existed.

These were the thoughts that haunted him at night, cracking his window open just a sliver before crawling to his bed to browse through Tumblr. He was somewhat embarrassed by how obsessed he had become, but the moment that Phil heard the first few cords of a Pierce the Veil song come from the apartment complex opposite his, Phil’s worries floated away and he leaned back to allow the pretty lyrics into his eardrums to embed in his memory.

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Poems ; j.j. x reader

Originally posted by riverrdxle

summary: basically, reader writes poems about Jughead, and gets drunk one day and he reads them and yep.

warnings: might be like a swear or two? like underage drinking and stuff , my writing in general.

a.n: you guys should tell me if I should write this as a series, because I didn’t go too much into detail with stuff and that irks me honestly.

words; 2,510


It all began with Y/n’s best friend Jughead telling her that he was going to go on a date with his girlfriend. She shouldn’t get this sad over him so she decided to do something she thought she would end up regretting the day after. She called up the clubbing gang, as she’d dubbed them to do exactly that, go clubbing.

“Any reason as to why you want to go clubbing? Perhaps it has to do with a certain gloomy beanie wearing boy?” Veronica asked her.

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In my head,
there are castles
and glass slippers.

There are boys
who wear crowns
and brown leather
boots.

And there is an endless
pattern of trees,
large and small
with rivers
made of glitter.

There are strands
of gold,
that float through the air,
settling on rocks,
and not even the
gray stones that
live in the murkiest
of waters are ugly.

I am a dreamer.
A make believer.
And maybe that’s
why I can’t accept
this world for what it
is.

I crave to run with
the wolves,
and howl to the moon.
And be swept from my
feet by a beautiful boy
with brown curls
and eyes made of
emerald.

Just take me
away from here.
Take me to my head.
To my castle,
where I belong.