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☆Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut || CEO!Jimin

☆Pairing: Jimin x Reader

☆Length: 22.7k

☆Summary: Like a constellation hung from the skies above, he who had once illuminated the lackluster night sky of the bustling city appeared to you like  a meteor shower raining upon the pitch black horizon, And just as quick and abrupt as the celestial display had graced its way through the lonely skies above, he left just as suddenly as it had arrived. But you should’ve expected this ill-fated story, a waitress struggling to get by had never been fitting of an heir-to-be CEO. What was written in the stars was written into history, and history is an irrevocable phenomenon that cannot be reversed.

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Scared

Jughead x Reader

Request: Jughead has a major crush on the reader, but the reader keeps talking about her crush to the squad and it’s always so cute happy positive impressive things so Jughead thinks it’s Archie. He gets really mad at the reader and asks out Betty, and the reader sees it, but Betty tries to tell him he’s getting it all mixed up and it’s one giant confusion.

I really want a really angst jughead one shot but I don’t know what to request, can you just work your magic? Please?

Warnings: None I don’t think

Word count: 3,327

A/N: Based loosely on the emotions faced in episode 10. Also yikes on the word count but I worked super hard on this one and it’s worth the read I promise.


‘As she sits across the cold stone table on a brisk Friday evening, the boy can’t help but notice the way the moonlight bounces off her hair on the left side of her face. The fluorescent bulbs from up above cast a shadow down her face, making her eyes glow. Those same piercing eyes look up from her romance novel, almost like a prediction of his future, and she can’t tell but the boy’s heartbeat quickens, as in this moment their souls have gotten one inch closer than they were before.’ Jughead writes as he sits across from (Y/N) in Pop’s, working on his novel.

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Straight White Boy Problem #64

girls can get drunk and kiss each other at parties and get away without saying no homo. bruh if im sitting at lunch and im starving and i point at my friend’s half-eaten hot dog i gotta be specific ‘dude can i have your hot dog that is in the fry basket? no homo’

Tell Me I’m Pretty | One

Originally posted by thedis4design

Prompt: Artist!Reader x Jughead.

Warnings: Angst, bullying, possible mentions of suicide later on. There could be violence and mentions of death, so please, be careful when proceeding to the other parts!

A/N: Hope you like thissss!!!

Song Of The Chapter: Trouble by Cage the Elephant




We were at the table by the window, the view,
Casting shadows, the sun was pushing through.

Y/C/H hair pushed to the side, while droopy eyes scanned a sketchbook filled with unfinished works. A golden sun dipping into the horizon provided slivers of lighting through the blinds of the window you sat by. A melted milkshake sat next to the open book, the beverage barely sipped out of as the cherry had sunken to the bottom of the glass at this point. Your mind was wrecked with ideas, so much so that your hand couldn’t even move because you didn’t know what would come out on that paper. Lyrics to a song that nobody wrote? A sketch of the boy you had been admiring from afar as you sat in the comfort of your booth? The essay that your English teacher had assigned during school hours?

You decided to sit back, leaning your head against the booth while a delicate sigh escaped your lips. The atmosphere at this little diner was relaxed and quiet, so your lonely presence wouldn’t be too out of place. Usually, on Friday nights, the people in this small town would much rather gather at the club or go to a high school football game than visit the diner on the corner of a less travelled street downtown. You were thrilled to spend no  time around peers that knew of  you at school. You had already paid for whatever you ordered, so nobody was waiting for you to leave the booth and make the diner slightly more empty.

Nobody cared to invite you to these social outings, mainly because whenever you were new to the school and people wanted to be your friend, you shut them down. You weren’t too fond of kindling friendships with people who’d be out of your life by the time they broke eighteen. You’d much rather write poetry and sketch the pretty people who made this town just a bit more interesting. Those who flourished in the attention of their close friends and buzzed about on social media. Their existence brought you something new to study, the student body’s lack of morality, and the constant movement, drama, and rivalry between inner circles.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a figure sliding into the seat across from you, your eyes landing on the boy you had been looking at nearly this entire time. Jughead Jones III, a fellow student in your fifth period English class. He sat three seats to your left, and he always managed to catch your eye through quick side glances. His presence, though, caught you off guard. Not once had he spoken a word to you, but he was always enthusiastic when it came to English.  A strand of his raven black hair fell over his forehead as he rested both forearms on the table, lacing his fingers together while they interlocked; he looked as if he was about to interrogate you, of course. With Jason Blossom’s murder still being a mystery, everyone had to be questioned in this little town. You hadn’t even thought to speak a word, you were practically stunned by his sudden decision to appear before you.

He had a great group of friends, ones much more popular and had a respectable reputation that was spoken about around the halls. His best friend’s name was Archie Andrews, a talented musician and athlete, who seemingly had better luck with girls and friends, because there was always people surrounding him. Jughead’s friends were practically the core of popularity, a mixture of underclassmen who thrived from the admiration of their fellow classmates. You didn’t despise the group. These were the things that you had paid close attention to, for your life would never be as interesting as theirs, so you vicariously live through what could have been for you, and sketch these scenes out in multiple hardcover books stacked on your desk at home.

His lips curled into a half-smile, “Y/N L/N, right?” Jug reached over to grab a french fry from your untouched basket that you ordered nearly half an hour ago. You raise an eyebrow, his behavior causing you to think he sat across from you as a result of a stupid dare. If you weren’t so terrified of confrontation, you would have swatted his hand away.  This was the first time you’d ever been approached by a fellow student and peer in what felt like forever, and your nerves were already being poked at.

“Yeah… Jughead Jones?” You watched as his ocean eyes crinkled when he grinned. He was quite gorgeous, but the way he spoke so carelessly and cockily… You surely questioned his intentions.

“Correct. Now, what’s a girl like you doing here on a Friday night?”

Yeah, this was either a joke to him, or a sick dare. You roll your eyes, closing your sketchbook, “I came here to grab some dinner, which you so rudely interrupted.” With a soft, amused sigh, Jug chuckles.

“I guess, if dinner means old french fries and a completely full milkshake with the whipped cream nearly melting off the sides. All of the food idle and untouched. Don’t deny that you were burying your nose in a book. Oh, and don’t think I didn’t see you staring at me as well.”

You cleared your throat, a rosy tinge burning the apples of your cheeks, “How could you tell? When your friends were here, you didn’t even look my way.” You were right, and as you tilted your head to see that Archie, Betty, and Veronica had left, he rolls his eyes, scoffing at you. Maybe they went to see the second half of the high school football game, maybe they all had to go home, these were the thoughts that plagued your mind instead of what was occurring in real time.

“Because I was staring at you too. You didn’t catch me when you were gazing into that book.”

Spoke a lot of words, I don’t know if I spoke the truth.

“Well I-”

Jug shushed you, leaving you utterly confused as to what could have been the catalyst to spark this interaction from him. “I heard you’re an artist.” His voice was dripping with mere antagonism, but from the other side of the booth, you shrugged it off and nodded, answering him with a quick, “I am.” Your words were small, almost nervous.

“Mind showing me what you’ve been working on?” The false curiosity seething from his pink lips formed a lump in the your throat. You then shook your head, your hand itching to reach for the book that sat in front of you. “If it has something to do with Jason Blossom, I’m not part of it.” You said shakily. Jughead didn’t take no for an answer, and his hand snatched the book away. He was too quick, and you ended up slapping the table with your hand in an attempt to rescue it from his grip.

Without opening the black book, he held it with a tight lipped grin and narrowed eyes. “Why can’t I see? Is the quiet girl scared or something?”

Got so much to lose,

An exasperated huff  came before a weak, “Maybe. Hand it over.” And that only fueled Jug’s curiosity to delve further, he wanted to push this girl, get her to talk. Lord only knows why he was causing you this anxiety, maybe it was a silly crush, an immature dare, or just him going out of his way to investigate you for a murder. It was beyond you, and your blood began to boil.

Got so much to prove,

And with that, he opened it up, “Fat chance,  Y/N.” His fingers turning the pages to the very first, and you winced, your cheeks no longer holding a rosy blush, but a red hue in embarrassment and sheer anger.You were the topic of conversation at the table with the core four. They always saw you sitting, staring, sketching. That’s all you ever did, so Jug took it upon himself to delve into the rumors that were whispered from one group to another. Harsh, sure. But it’s high school, behavior like this was expected and tolerated by anyone and everyone. His investigative spirit just added to the mess.

God, don’t let me lose my mind.

“Called it.” His eyes never left the pages. The book was dedicated to the groups at Riverdale High, Archie laughing with his friends, Betty and Veronica in their River Vixen uniforms, and Jughead with his crowned beanie. Admittedly, you had talent, a gift for capturing these moments, but his eyes soon widened when he noticed you incorporated yourself into the social scenes. Some small panels where you sat next to Jug on a bench, sketchbook in your lap, his laptop open on his. Some were of you in a pretty prom dress, in a River Vixen uniform, or just sitting with his group of friends.

“Classic stalker. Is this why nobody ever sees you looking up from these damn things?-” A sudden pang of guilt knocked him right in the stomach once he picked up his head to see your doe-eyes glazed over. His smile faded into a look of concern. Clearly he wasn’t thinking, and boy, did he regret it after witnessing the hurt look on your face.

“Please,” You motioned towards him with a shaky hand, asking for the book. Jughead didn’t have the guts to argue, so he handed it over to you, watching as you held it to your chest as if you were protecting a newborn. With a quick motion, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and kept your head down as you rushed out of the diner. This left Jughead with a sinking feeling in his stomach and the realization that he shouldn’t have sparked trouble with you.

And the whole weekend, he was riddled with the idea that he needed to talk to you again to mediate the tension and apologize. Even if you despised him, it was something that he had to do.

Hey everyone I have two services I run now the Witchery Cafe && My New Plant Shop. I will put both options in this post. They will be separated by a dotted line. Which ever one interests you just message me and let me know. Or if both interest you. PLEASE Read the rules for both services thank you !

Picture is mine for attention.
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My New Plant Shop 🌱

Hey everyone my plant shop is now in its pre-opening stage if you would like to order any color hybrid, Jacobs ladders, or any type of mushroom just let me know and I will get them for you💕🌱🍃✨

🌱🍃 You can order up to a pocket full of flowers or mushrooms at once ! :) Yes I have every type of hybrid and mushroom !

Types of mushrooms 

Flat Mushroom
Skinny Mushroom
Round Mushroom
Elegant Mushroom
Rare Mushroom
Mushroom
Famous Mushroom


RULES

Please do not run or steal anything if you are in my town <3
Please have your pockets completely empty
Please do not venture off on your own

FC: 4012-6994-4313
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The Witchery Cafe ✨

PLEASE READ RULES
This is free 💚😄

✨ Welcome to The Witchery Cafe ✨

Where you can order all of your food/sweets needs. -still partly under construction but allowing visitors for pre opening- adding more soon.

FC- 4012-6994-4313
Ocarina✨

This is how it works
I’ll post a menu of what you can order if anything interests you just comment/message what you want and your friend code (unless I already have you added) I will get it ready for you. May take me a few minutes to get it ready but you must pick up the item or items on the same day you comment/message.

🌟⭐️🌟You may order two or three items at a time.🌟🌟🌟

If you would like to come inside and eat basically just explore or chill or check out the witchery you may. Or if you wanna just pick up your food and leave you may as well.

❤️Please do not run or steal anything !

New Items added to the menu please take a look <3
New And Updated Menu <3

Menu

Ramen
- Tonkotsu Ramen
- Tantan-men Ramen

Pasta’s
- Carbonara
- Peperonico
- Cod Roe
- Pesto genovese
- Squid Ink
- Regular pasta ( spaghetti ) 🍝

Whole pizza’s
- Margherita
- Seafood
- Olive
- Mixed
- Regular pepperoni

Cupcakes
- Chocolate
- Colorful pop
- Colorful cream
- Flower
- Animal (it has a panda face)
-Regular Vanilla Cupcake With Strawberry and white frosting

Fruit drinks
Different kinds you can get
- green-apple soda
- iced coffee
- iced tea
- milk

Ice creams
- matcha soft serve
- swirl soft serve
- strawberry ice cream
- vanilla ice cream
- vanilla soft serve
- Choco soft serve
- lemon double scoop

Extra Goodies You Can Get
- Good luck Rolls
- ChoColate heart boxes
- Sparkling cider
- kerokerokeroppi cake
- pumpkin pie
- Lon lon milk
- lollipop

Tarts
Types of Tarts:
- Apple Tart
- Choco Tart
- Lemon Tart
- Berry Tart
- Matcha Tart

Shaved Ice
Types of shaved ice:
- Stawberry
- Blue Raspberry
- Lemon
- Sweet-bean green tea

Cups Of Tea
- Types Of Tea’s:
- Mint Tea
- Jasmine Tea
- Mallow-blue tea
- Lavender Tea

More new items
Popcorn 🍿
Types you can get
- Berry Popcorn
- Chocolate popcorn
- caramel popcorn
Or regular with butter :)

Kiddie Meal(s)
- kiddie meal lunch combo a (salad, eggs, flan)

- Kiddie meal lunch combo b (veggie rice, jello, smiley face french fry with ketchup ) I think thats what it is lol I don’t really know if its a french fry or not but it looks like one. or you could say its a yellow blob with a smiley face thats written in ketchup on it lmao.

- Kiddie meal lunch combo c (pink jello, potatoes and gravy, lettuce (There’s also different lunch combos for kiddie meal)^

More items on the menu :)

Set lunch
two different set lunches you can get
- Fried fish meal
- Fried egg meal

Imperial pot
different imperial pots you can get
- Fried egg and crab
- Fried Rice
- Sweet and Sour
- Chop Suey

Curry Plate
Different types you can get
- Dal Curry
- Vegetable korma
- Saag Murgh

Hot plate
different hot plates you can get
- Pancake
- Omelet
- Pizza

Milk Carton
- Coffee milk
- Orange Juice
- Vegetable Juice
- Tomato Juice

Now In stock INGREDIENTS

You can order
- Milk
- Butter
- Flour
- Sugar
- Vinegar

More extra stuff
- cheese
- ramen cup(ramen and ramen cup are different)
- burger meal
- donburi
- donut box
- fish and chips
- hearty breakfast
- light breakfast
- lunch pack
- pancakes
- potato gratin
- rice balls
- sausage
- lobster
- tacos
- udon soup
- watermelon
- veggie basket
- rice cake

More new items on the menu for ordering 🙂

Mug
Different types of drinks you can get inside the mug
- hot chocolate
- latte art
- soup

Bread box
Types of bread you can get
- raisin bread
- cheese bread
- cocoa marble bread

New items on the menu for ordering <3 Just ask me if you wanna order <3

~Berliner
~Blowfish sashimi
~Bread making set
~Bureom
~Cinnamoroll tray
~Coconut Juice
~Cutting board set
~Egg Basket

~Frying Pan
Different ones you can get
- Burnt Food
- Empty
~Fueki-pot
~Kimbap-plate

~Pickle-jar
Different types you can get
- Pepper
- Zucchini
- Carrot
- Asparagus

~Pompompurin-pudding
~Paella
~Kimbap-plate
~New-years-noodles
~Roasted-dino-meat

~Stewpot
Different types you can get
- Curry
- Consomme
- Borscht

~Turkey
~Twelve-grape-plate

~Warming-buffet
Types you can get
- Caprese
- Fruit
- Croquette
- Loaf

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Kiss Me (1) - Jughead!Imagine

[A/N: Okay so this is technically an imagine but I don’t like using (Y/N) to substitute the readers name so I gave the imagine character the name Mona, substitute with your name if you please or read her as an OC! Also if you want to get the vibe of this fic then listen to Fall Out Boy song of the same title as this fic, maybe you’ll be able to see where this is going or maybe you wont! Either way I hope you enjoy!] (Oh and as always if you notice any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes send me a message and let me know so I can fix them, I read over my work but I always end up missing stuff!)

Word Count: 2221 

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anonymous asked:

bughead having sex at literally any change they get (several times please)

So much More: 

you got it! Mostly smut with a little bit of context at the beginning. 

Excuse me while I go blush profusely now… haha x

warning: so much smut [oh lord i am going to hell]

The first time was a little awkward, but wonderful none the less. It should’ve been in his dads trailer the night of the jubilee after confessing their love. That would’ve made sense. But it wasn’t. 

It was the night after that; they had spent all day at the hospital, they were emotionally exhausted, both from being the support Archie needed and seeing the man whom had been a prominent parental figure to both of them almost their entire lives, fight for his own. Jughead had climbed the ladder to  her bedroom window after he had bid her goodnight at the front door. Because he knew she needed him and he needed her too. It was comfort and love and the need to feel alive. It was hushed moans and muffled whimpers under pastel sheets and on floral comforters. It was rushed and slow all at once. It was, hunger, desire, passion and learning. 

And then it became so much more. It became a need, a want, engrained deep within their souls to feel close to each other. It was as if the further Riverdale tried to pry them apart, the more urgent the need to connect in every sense possible became. 

It was raw and passionate and oh so good. 

It was addictive and sinful and everything. 

It was leather and wool; rough and dark, while comforting and safe. 

And now it seemed every chance they got they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

It was late Monday evening and the young couple were seeking solace in FP’s trailer. Betty had managed to forgo the wrath of Alice Cooper which she would usually incur for being out this hour on a school night no less, as a very pregnant Polly was occupying all of her mother’s concern. And while Jughead’s foster parents were nice enough they were not capable of enforcing rules he actually wanted to abide by.

This had become a routine of sorts for them. Hiding away from the rampage outside and enjoying the little slice of domesticity here in the small excuse for a home. Here they revelled in each other’s company and nothing else, particularly enjoying the teenage bliss they were able to manufacture in the air. 

Betty was sitting on the couch text book on her lap. Her blonde hair was tied back in a messy low pony tail for a change- Jughead felt privilege well within his chest at the knowledge she felt so entirely free and herself here with him that she could shed her defences. Betty felt the same emotion as she took in his beanie less state. 

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Clony Fanfiction - Do you really like my arms? - Part 1

One summer evening, after homework was completed and the dishes were done, Clay Jensen was rummaging through his closet.
‘What to wear?’ Clay thought to himself.
Searching through the mass of shirts, he seemed unconcerned with the discarded items being strewn about the floor of his room. Focused, but quite frankly agitated, the young man finally decided on a short sleeve, black, button up shirt. He had to leap around the few empty spots of floor to lay it on the bed, but completed his mission. In this success however, another challenge met him. Where were his khakis?
Just as this thought entered his mind, his phone buzzed. When Clay pulled the phone out of his shirt pocket, Tony’s name was displayed across the screen. Instead of answering, he declined the call and texted him to, “Come upstairs.” He still had to find his pants, after all. He hopped around his room like an off balance bunny, nearly slipping, but proceeded to search in his clothes hamper. To and fro, he looked here and there, but no luck.
Clay placed his finger on his chin, when he finally accepted that his search was fruitless. ‘Looks like I’m going in my jeans. Oh well, black goes with everything, right?’ Kicking the scattered remnants of his search into his closet, and shutting the door with some necessary force, he started to grow more excited for the end of the year party that would take place that night. The plan was for Tony to drive them, they’d grab a bite to eat at a local diner, and then go to the party to blow off some steam, alcohol style.
So when Clay heard his mom say, “Hi Tony, come on in! Nice to see you, ” he knew he was past his deadline to be ready. He pulled his t-shirt off, tossed it into his hamper, when there came a light knock on his door.
“Can I come in?” Tony asked, while slowly cracking the door open. “Yeah, come in,” Clay stated as he placed his arms in the sleeves of his carefully selected shirt, and started to button it up clumsily. Tony caught a peek of Clay’s chest in the mirror, and smirked ever so slightly. Playing it cool, he went and sat on the edge of the bed, hands clasped in his lap. He wore his signature leather jacket, a light gray shirt, and dark blue jeans.
“You know you skipped a button, right?” Tony said nonchalantly, followed by a light chuckle.
“Huh?” Jensen looked down to see his crooked shirt, the two completed buttons one spot off. “Oh, oops. Thanks, Tony.” He began to fix his wardrobe malfunction, and he couldn’t help but blush a little with his friend watching him. His chest was blindingly white, since he hardly ever took his shirt off out in the sun.
Suddenly, Tony stood up, glanced around, and grabbed a pair of scissors perched on the dresser on the other end of the room. Clay eyed him suspiciously, as Tony walked toward him, holding up the scissors.
“Clay, relax, you just have a string on your shirt, ” Tony explained as Clay completed his last button. “Oh, well I thought you might be mad at me for not being ready or something.” Clay smiled and nervously rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little dumb for making a fool of himself twice in the span of a minute or two. He turned his head to examine the mysterious string hanging on the back of his shoulder, but it was just out of sight, much to his annoyance. “Clay, its just a party, it doesn’t matter if we’re late. Now move your head so I can snip the string.” Tony placed the string in between two of his fingers, raised the scissors, and snipped it off.
“Ready to go get something to eat?” Tony questioned, his stomach grumbling. “Sure, but quick question, do I look okay?” He paused for a moment to look Clay up and down. He wanted to say, 'well of course, you always look good,’ but instead went with, “Yeah, looks good. Especially now that you’ve got the buttons right.” He gently laid his hand on Clay’s shoulder, and nudged him toward the door.
“Promise me that you won’t throw up in my car tonight, too. I’ve heard you don’t hold your liquor well,” Tony joked as they rounded the corner, closing in on the stairs. Clay laughed and grabbed onto the rail, determined to try and leave without his mom stopping them. He put his arm up to keep Tony from stepping off the stairs, peered around the corner, and determined it was safe. Just as he opened the front door, his mom appeared.
“Aw, look at you boys. Doesn’t he clean up well, Tony?” Mrs. Jensen smiled brightly as she adjusted her sons collar. Tony politely smiled back and replied, “Yeah, I think so.”
Clay lightly removed his moms hands from his shirt, and pushed Tony out the door. “We have to go mom, I’ll see you later,” he called as they walked toward the distinct red ’66 Mustang. “Okay boys, be careful, and call if you need me! Be safe, no drugs!” Tony laughed a bit and waved bye to Mrs. Jensen as he was getting in the car. After clicking in his seat belt, and double checking that his friend did the same, he turned the key, and put it in drive. “Well, she didn’t say not to drink for once. Conveniently,” Tony commented, looking at the road, but truly thinking about how the nights events might play out. If given the chance, he wanted to tell Clay how he felt, and had for a long time, about him. He pushed that out of his mind when Clay started to speak again.
“Yeah, I love her, but sometimes she’s a bit overbearing.” He paused. “Ya know, this will be the first party I’ve been to since the night Hannah talked about on the tapes.” Tony thought for a moment, thrown off by the sudden change in the atmosphere of the conversation. “It’s alright Clay, just try to focus on having fun tonight. This is actually going to be my first party ever. Outside of family stuff, of course.” Clay glared at the guy driving, thinking back to the two parties he’d gone to, and he realized he’d never seen him at one. Why hadn’t that occurred to him before? Clay started again, “Well why are you going now?” Tony debated how to answer in his head, whether to be truthful, and say it was because he wanted to spend time with Clay, as well as protect him, or make something up. He decided on both. “Well I figured we’re graduated now, and it’ll be our last high school party. Besides, last time you went to a party by yourself, you didn’t have any back up plan when shit hit the fan.” Tony smiled, trying to convey that he would be there for him tonight, no matter what. Clay looked as clueless as ever, though, and just nodded casually. He watched as Tony’s workman hands picked up a tape, and pushed it into the slot on the stereo. He briefly admired the ring that adorned his right hand; a very simple element to Tony’s persona, but pleasing all the same. They listened to a couple 60’s songs, and Clay began to reflect on his friend’s love for his outdated media, wondering when he might have heard his first tape. “How did you get into listening to tapes, Tony,” Clay asked, flitting through the other tapes to see what was on them. “My dad had some when my brothers and I were kids, and we all just kind of developed the same love for them. The sound quality is so much better, ya know.” Clay nodded in agreement, then turned to stare back out the window, when he realized they were already at Rosie’s Diner.
“Here we are.” Tony announced. He removed the key from the ignition, and got out. Clay followed suit, a few steps behind, thanking Tony when he held the door open for him. The two boys sat down at a booth, and chatted about how weird, yet relieving, it was to think high school was over. “It seems like just yesterday we were heading into junior year,” Clay mentioned when the waiter came up to take their order. “Good evening. How ya doin’ Tony? This is your first date in a while,” the waiter innocently stated, assuming a little too much. “Actually Jim… this is my friend Clay.” Tony blushed furiously, though it was hard to see against his complexion. Clay stayed quiet, blushing much more obviously, as he stared out the window to his left. Under the table, he twiddled his thumbs. The waiter cleared his throat and continued, “Sorry gentlemen, something to drink?”
Clay glanced at the waiters notepad, refusing to make eye contact. “Just a Dr. Pepper for me.” A nod, a pencil scratching along the paper, and then Jim directed his attention to Tony. “Same for me.” He quickly went to get their drinks, after apologizing again for the mix up. “Sorry about that Clay, I used to bring Brad here a lot, and I guess he just assumed…” He let his sentence trail off. Clay looked back at him, and gave him the most sincere smile he could manage. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it. I’m sure we won’t remember this moment after all the drinking anyway.” They both laughed at the thought.
Still, Tony couldn’t help but think, 'I can’t believe he was so cool with that. I mean, I think I was more embarrassed than he was.’ On the other side of the table, however, Clay was thinking, 'I guess if I were gay, Tony would be a good choice, but I’m not. He’s great and all, but we’re friends.’
Jim came to set down their drinks, and took their orders. “Two burgers, and a french fry basket, got it. Coming right up.” A minute or two passed by with Tony texting his mom, reminding her that he’d be out late, and Clay looking through the dessert menu, amazed at the size of the banana split they served. Tony watched as Clay’s fingers delicately flipped through the pages. He desperately wanted to reach out and hold his hand, but that wasn’t an option, especially after the waiters comment. He giggled a little when he saw Clay’s face light up when he came across the picture of the banana split. Naturally, he was in his own little world, and hadn’t the slightest clue that Tony was watching him.
“So Clay,” Tony began, as Clay set down his menu, “Are you going to work at the Cresmont again this summer?”
“Actually, I hadn’t even thought about it. I suppose I should, so yeah,” the taller boy concluded, and looked into Tony’s eyes for the first time in a while. He saw a true interest there that amazed him, like his friend wasn’t just making conversation. He had gotten used to people asking about his life in a not-so-meaningful way once everything with Hannah’s case calmed down. Sometimes things Tony said just fascinated Clay, because, like just now, Tony would think of things way before he even did himself. It was like he could read his thoughts. “Are you gonna work with your dad like usual,” Clay asked.
“Yeah, that’d be the plan. I love working with cars.” Tony smiled at Clay, and Clay couldn’t help but think about his hands again, and that ring. “What’s the story behind your ring, Tony?” Clay’s eyes locked on it, as he pointed it out. “My ring? What made you think about such a small thing like that?” Clay scrambled to find an answer, because 'oh I was staring at your hands in the car,’ was not an acceptable response. “Well… you know, I just noticed you wear it a lot and thought it might be meaningful to you, or something,” Clay stuttered out in a choppy tone of voice.
“Oh, well, my mom got it for me when I was younger. We don’t exactly have a lot of money, but she decided that I deserved something special for my birthday. She told me, ‘Mientras traigas esto contigo, estaras seguro,’ which means, 'As long as you keep this with you, you’ll be safe.’ So once it fit me, I always wore it, and I hardly ever it take it off.” He paused for a moment, brushing his thumb over the smooth face of the object. “Its real silver.” Tony wiggled it off his finger, showing a very obvious tan line from it being worn constantly. He slid it over to Clay, who turned it around in his hand, admiring the shining metal and the story behind it. “That’s really cool that your mom did that for you,” Clay said, still examining the ring, fixated. “Clay, you okay?” Tony was getting a little nervous, because his friends eyes were glazing over, like he was a million miles away. While Clay had this look on his face often, this time it seemed different, like he had something on his mind. “Yeah, I’m alright… Here you go.” Clay put the ring in the center of his hand, closing his fingers around it. Once it was held over Tony’s open hand, he dropped it, like dropping a penny into a wishing well.
Once Tony put his ring back on, their food had arrived. “Here you go, gentlemen. Can I get anything else for you,” Jim questioned. Clay looked up at Tony, and with a little shake of his head, Clay responded, “No, I think we’re okay, thank you.” The boys both appeared to be hungry, because they finished off their burgers in about five minutes, taking sips of soda every so often. Tony motioned to Clay’s chin, where some stray ketchup was smeared. Napkin in hand, Clay reached up and wiped it off. They both laughed a little, muted by their mouths being full of food. “You’re so messy,” Tony said, after swallowing a mouthful. Clay moved his empty plate aside, looked back at Tony, and simply stated, “Actually, I prefer the term clumsy.” They both laughed again, grabbed their fries for the road, and headed for the car. This time, Clay held the door open for Tony, giving him a nice smile in return. “Clay, I’m actually going to drive to my place, and we can walk. Its only two blocks away, and if we’re both drunk, driving isn’t a good idea.” Clay okayed the idea, and off they went to the Padilla house, munching on some fries here and there. They both sat and listened to the tape that was playing, saving anymore chatting for their walk.
Unknown to Tony, Clay was okay with the lack of conversation. Lately, he had felt weird whenever being around his friend. He wanted to make sure he dressed nice and smelled good; he just wanted to impress him, for some reason. So this car ride was spent with Clay sorting through his thoughts, occasionally sneaking a peek at Tony’s perfect hair, or arms, clad in leather.
'Why am I thinking about him like that?’ Clay became wrapped in his inner conversation. 'I like girls, and all the sudden I’m thinking about Tony as if he-’ He was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder. “Clay, we’re here. You seem pretty distracted today, everything alright?” The boy blushed, just slightly, at the tender touch on his left shoulder, something that had happened many times before and never caused a stir. “Um… Yeah, let’s go.” Clay stood, narrowly missing hitting his head on the car, but he surprisingly managed to play it off. With a quick lock of the doors, they were on their way to the party.
Trying to change the subject, knowing Clay wasn’t ready to talk, Tony brought up something he had meant to ask much earlier in the day. “How are you doing, Clay? Ya know, with the whole Hannah thing.” Clay turned his head slightly, to see the expression on Tony’s face, whose eyes were swimming with concern and loyalty. “I’m doing pretty good, I try not to think about it much. Even though its hard sometimes, I keep myself occupied, and just… carry on.” The Latino boy nodded, responding with, “That’s good Clay, I’m glad to hear it. For a while there, I was worried about you. Truthfully, all a person can do after something like that is carry on.” He paused to think for a moment, carefully constructing his words. “You really were in love with her, weren’t you?” Tony knew the answer to this question would sting, but at least he expected it. “Yeah, I did. She was so beautiful.” Just then, the two boys started hearing loud music. Some sophomores drove by them, hollering out the windows to some rap song. “I think we’re getting close,” Clay announced. His friend just laughed at the obviousness of it, and kept walking. Tony made sure he always walked on the street side of the sidewalk, that way if some drunk driver came by, maybe he could take the hit instead of Clay. It was the little things like that, he thought, that made their friendship so great. Possibly, one day, even more than a friendship. That’s what Tony told himself, anyway.
They walked the rest of the way, telling each other how their weeks had gone, and the closer they got, the more cars they saw parking for the party. Lots of couples, lots of friends, and lots of every type of person imaginable heading to the party. It was like the alcohol was a magnet for all walks of life.
When they finally got to the house itself, Tony had to stop for a minute to take it all in. The people swarming around the place, the lights and music, the numerous scattered cups, and the sheer amount of stupidity. 'Why am I here again,’ Tony thought. 'How can anyone have fun with all these drunk, unaware people bumping into them and music so loud you can’t hear your own voice?’
“Tony? Aren’t you coming,” Clay asked. “We came this far, just give it a try. If it’s really not your thing, we can leave, but you have to give it a chance!” His volume was forced to get louder and louder as they approached the door. “Okay, I’m definitely gonna need a beer, though,” Tony shouted back. The two walked through the front door, immediately having to work their way through a mass of humans. It was a sensory overload, and probably would be even for the most resilient of people. Tony stayed close to Clay, never letting him get too far away. He was out of his element. He was used to being the one protecting Clay, whether Clay saw it that way or not, and it was an odd feeling for Tony to want Clay to be his protector. As they went through the back door, and into the backyard, almost reaching the alcohol, Tony could breathe again. It was a little less crowded out there, and easier to move.
Clay, however, seemed to be pretty relaxed, despite the large crowds and small spaces. Tony admired that. You could put Clay one on one with anyone, and he would be very awkward, but put him in a crowd, and he knew how to blend right in. It was like he changed into a different person at this party.
The two of them finally reached the keg. After waiting for a couple people to clear out of the way, Clay turned to Tony, only about a foot apart from him. “Just a beer for you,” Clay half-shouted into his friend’s ear. Tony looked up at him, craning his neck a bit, and nodded. Clay went up, poured Tony a beer, and passed it to him. Then, he did another for himself. They walked out toward the back of the yard, trying to find a spot where talking for more than a minute was possible. They found a couple empty chairs side by side, and sat down, Tony to the taller boy’s right. Clay observed the dumbfounded look on Tony’s face. “So, what do you think of all this,” Clay inquired, waiting for Tony to shoot it down. Tony held up a single finger, as if to say ‘hang on a second,’ and lifted the edge of the red cup to his lips. Clay watched as his friend chugged three-fourths of the beer down in about thirty seconds, straight through. When Tony stopped, he blinked a couple times, and with a straight face replied, “Holy shit.” Clay laughed, chugging down some of his beer. “I know, but the more you drink, the less intense it gets.”
After this, Tony insisted they both get a few cups of beer flowing through their system before continuing their conversation. Clay thought that was weird, because he never took Tony for a drinker, and, truthfully, he wasn’t. However, if he was going to tell Clay how he felt that night, he knew he needed liquid courage. Clay really didn’t mind downing a few himself, maybe the weird thoughts surrounding Tony would die down.
About 4 cups of beer later, minus a little spillage, they clumsily walked back to their slightly quieter corner with chairs. Some other people had egged them on, so they downed their drinks very quickly, a lot of people buzzing about how Tony Padilla was at the party. “Sho how do you feel now…? Less shitty or more shitty?” Clay was slurring his words, and buzzed. With a big grin, Tony was speaking just fine, but feeling a lot more confident. “I feel like a fucking winner,” he laughed, and Clay joined in, clearly feeling good in his fit of giggles. Drinking was how Tony got through the majority of his tattoos, so he knew the right amount of beer to get him feeling invincible, and right now was the right amount. Confession time. “Clay, can I tell you something?” Tony nonchalantly slipped his hand onto the back of the rim of Clay’s chair, while he fumbled with his words. “Yeah… Sure, man. What’s up?” Clay leaned his whole upper body onto his elbows, which were perched on his knees. He looked back toward his friend, with pure innocence and curiosity painted on his face. This made Tony’s heart flutter. “You remember when I told you I’m gay, right?” Clay suddenly sat up, and pointed a finger at the other. “Yeah…! Tony, I have a question fur you about that.” Taken aback, he said, “Okay, what is it,” wondering what on earth this boy could throw at him. “Is there a word for like, shomeone who likes boys and girls?” The breath that was in his chest only a moment ago was suddenly gone. His eyes widened, and his stomach flipped. 'Was this what he was so intently thinking about earlier…’ Tony wondered. “Ye-yeah, it’s called bisexual, Clay. Why…?”
Clay leaned onto the arm of Tony’s chair, grabbing his right hand, staring at his ring while he talked. “It all started in PE. I was looking at you a cou-couple days ago, and I thought to myself, 'huh, Tony has nice arms,’ and then I thought 'woah, wut,’ so I avoided you… until you asked me if I wanted to go to the party. Then I got all weird about that and dressed up to impress you, and you have really nice hair 'n stuff, and basically I think I might like dudes. Like a dude with a red mustang, leather jacket, and tattoos. Does that make me bishexual?” Clay had slumped over onto Tony’s shoulder now, still grasping his right wrist ever so gently. Tony was absolutely speechless, speechless over the fact that Clay was practically laying on him, speechless over Clay’s confession that he thinks he’s bisexual, and speechless because this means he might be able to actually be with the only guy he truly wants. “Tony,” Clay slurred, turning his head to look at the astonished boy. Tony glanced into his eyes, and slid his left arm around his back, caressing his crushes’ shoulder. He turned his head back to the party, straight in front of him, and nearly whispered, “Yeah, Clay. I think that does make you bisexual.” For a while, Tony just rubbed Clay’s back, they relaxed, and just let what was said sink in. “Do you really like my arms,” the Latino boy joked, but he was met with total seriousness. “Yeah… I do.” Clay snuggled into Tony a little more, getting more and more comfortable with the idea of being so close to him. “You know, I’ve liked you for a long time, Jensen, but I never thought you’d… I never thought you would think of me as anything but a friend.” Clay began to stand up, slowly, but very determined. He held out his hand for Tony to stand, too. “Come on, let’s go somewhere else.” Tony grabbed his hand, stood, and was led through the crowd of people, back through the front door, and out to the sidewalk. “Clay, where are we going,” Tony said with a giddy smile spread across his face. “To your car. We gotta go somewhere.”

To be continued…

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Thank you for reading!

Part 2 here: http://aa34882.tumblr.com/post/160291397391/clony-fanfiction-do-you-really-like-my-arms

Learn To Appreciate Me, Reggie Mantle

Reader x Reggie Mantle

(because there has yet to be enough Reggie Mantle reads)

[READER]

Reggie Mantle. Typical jock with a douchebag persona. Likes to flirt with girls but isn’t into commitment. So why was I wasting my time pining over him, I am not sure. It all started in the summer I guess, my cousin Moose was having a beach party. Bring your own alcohol and food type. Everyone was drinking, swimming, and playing some volley ball or football. I remember when I arrived with an oversized shirt and loose shorts, becoming the butt of Reggie’s endless taunting. How satisfying it was to shut him up when I took both off to reveal my figure hugging bikini. I wasn’t prepared for all the flirting and sweet talking from him though. The day ended with me laying under Reggie Mantle, as we made out for an hour straight. He drove me home and left with a “I’ll call you”. He never called of course.

First week at school and already I’m feeling drained, I need coffee. I brushed some lint off my River Vixens uniform skirt, waiting for the damn bell to ring so I could go get lunch already. “Pssst, Grace,” A deep voice whispered from behind making me turn in my seat. Speak of the devil, it was Reggie. I wanted to tell him to fuck off but as a cheerleader I cannot exhibit such vulgar behavior. Crock of shit if you ask me. “Yes, Mantle?” I asked with a sarcastic smile. “Milkshakes later at Pop’s?” He asked confidently. I blinked at him in confusion, was he for real? Half of me was begging to say yes but I know my worth, I will not be made a fool of. “No thank you, I already have a date today at Pop’s,” Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why couldn’t you have plainly said no? His face competed into one of displeasure and… disappointment? Or is that heartbreak? Hmmmmm. I turned away and was relieved when the bell finally rang, I grabbed my bag and headed out of the class.

I should have just said no, why do I get myself into such messes? I entered Pop’s and went straight to the counter, ordering fries and a strawberry shake. I turned and scoped out who I can possibly coerce into my stupid lie. Too old. Too little. Too girly. And too broody. I saw with wide eyes Reggie’s car pull into the lot. Shit. Broody will have to do. I grabbed my fries and shake and instantly sat across Jughead Jones, mysterious and weirdo of Riverdale. He glanced up from his laptop in confusion, furrowing his brows at the sight of a ‘popular’ girl sitting with him. “ I lied about something and I need you to play along just for now and I will forever be indebted to you for this so please and thank you,” I rushed out all in one breath before Reggie entered the diner. I proceeded to let out a false and loud girly laugh, a hand over my mouth as I stared at Jughead with which I hope was lovey dovey eyes. “Thats hilarious, Juggie,” I giggled, fluttering my eyes a bit at him. Reggie was staring over here, I could feel the anger, disgust, and confusion in his glare. Jughead seemed to get a grip on what I was trying to do and simply smirked at me. “What can I say, you bring out the comedian in me,” He replied smoothly, stealing a fry from my basket. “Grace and Ted Bundy? You’re on a date with basket case here?” Reggie scoffed as he stood near me. “Don’t call him those things. Maybe you’re just jealous that he has all of my attention right now. Jughead is a way better date than you and he actually calls,” I sassed as I stood up to glare at Reggie Mantle. Jughead looked a little surprised that I was defending him when we barely knew each other but hey he was nice enough to help me out so might as well return the favor. “You passed me up for American Psycho here? Grace, I meant to call back, I just got busy with practicing for football,” Reggie replied. “Football, huh? Thanks for showing me where your priorities lie, Reggie Mantle. Now if you don’t mind, I have a date to finish with the handsome, intelligent, and talented Jughead Jones,” I finished, flipping my hair so that it slapped his chest and sitting back down. Reggie looked at Jughead murderously before finally leaving the diner. “Thanks for that, defending me when he called me those names,” Jughead said with a quick turn up of his lips. I breathed out in relief and smiled softly at him. “No problem, thanks for pretending to be my date,” I responded, drinking from my milkshake after. Strangely enough, we had a good time. He would type away from time to time but I didn’t mind, it was a nice silence. Romantically interested? No not really, I can see us hopefully becoming good friends.

Drive-In Movie Night, I sat inside my car alone, eating popcorn and drinking Cherry Coke. I didn’t mind it though, I won’t have to be bothered by the suffocating pressure to make out with someone during a film. Jughead had invited me to come, going on about how unfair it was to close the drive-in. I felt like there was more to it but decided that it wasn’t any of my business. “Grace?” That stupid deep voice that always seemed to make me melt called. I turned my head to see Reggie, leaning his head down to see inside my car. “Go away, Mantle,” I drawled with a roll of my eyes before turning to face the screen again. I could hear him open my car door and sit inside. “Are you really that moronic, I said go away,” I gritted my teeth, refusing to look at him. He probably looks gorgeous right now with that glow of the screen on his face and that stupid smirk. “I’m sorry I didn’t call okay, I should have let you know that you are more than just a summer fling. And I want to make it up to you, I want to take you out on dates and take stupid pictures of us doing basic couple shit because you’re worth it. You deserve flowers and all that mush, and if you’d let me I would give it to you all,” He confessed, the intensity in his eyes and words leaving me breathless. I stared at him in shock before closing my eyes in thought. “Please, Grace,” He murmured softly, his hand covering mines. I opened my eyes and smiled, intertwining our hands and leaning into Reggie. His eyes seemed to light up as I scooted closer to him. “One more chance, you screw this up and I am done, Reggie Mantle,” I warned as his other arm went around my shoulders. “I’ll treat you like a freaking princess, Gracie,” He promised. He kissed the top of my head making my stomach feel all tingly and floaty. I guess Reggie can be a romantic.

Make Me Happy - Veronica Lodge

Anonymous said:

Omg I need Veronica Lodge x Fem reader fluff like maybe something where the reader is depressed and Veronica comforts her ?

Originally posted by camilamednes

You felt a familiar heaviness on your body, weighing on you throughout the week. Once bright thoughts turned dark and gloomy. Your friends were too busy to hang out with you; since Archie was caught up in his music, Jughead and Betty were solving a murder which kept them rather tied up. This left Veronica with you, which you didn’t mind.

You had been dating for around two months and everything was going great with her. You didn’t want your depression to ruin it.

“Hey Y/N, are you alright?” You felt Veronica squeeze your hand as she spoke to you. The darkness that had clouded your mind seemed to be tarnishing the time you spent with your girlfriend. You glanced up at her, meeting her warm brown eyes. You simply shook your head in response, causing Veronica to pull you to the side in the hallway.

“What’s up?” Her hand reached up, stroking through you hair soothingly. You felt tears gather in your eyes and in an attempt to hide them, you hugged Veronica. You buried your face in the crook of Veronica’s neck. “Aw Y/N, please tell me what’s hurting you.” Your arms tightened around her waist and stayed silent. After a moment, Veronica spoke up again.

“How about we skip our last two classes,” she asked and you pulled away to look into her eyes. Her eyes were filled with concern, her lips set in a hopeful smile. You mimicked her smile and nodded slowly. “Great,” she said, grabbing your hand. She lead you past other students, pulling you out of school for a day of leisure.

Veronica’s first stop on the ‘Cheer-Up Y/N Express’ was Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe. She smiled at you as she pulled you inside the diner. Pop raised his eyebrow at the two of you, knowing you should be in school.

“I’m not going to say anything,” he said from behind the counter. Veronica smiled, walking up to the register. You followed closely behind, wrapping both of your arms around one on hers.

“One large chocolate malt and basket of fries.” She placed the payment on the table and Pop smiled at her. He disappeared behind the kitchen door and Veronica lead you to a booth. You sat in one side of the booth and Veronica sat in the other to face you. “You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong,” she said, “but I want you to know that today is all about you. Anything you want, I shall give to you.” You felt a blush rise to your cheeks at the attention.

“Thank you V,” you whispered and her hands grabbed yours from across the table. You smiled softly and for the first time this week, you felt light again. Soon your order arrived, a large milkshake with two straws being placed between the two of you. You snuck a fry from the basket, eating it with a smile as Veronica took a sip from the milkshake. The rest of the time spent at the diner was filled with light conversation and longing stares. The normalcy of the date managed to push away the tendrils of depression that had wrapped around your being.   

“So where to next?” You smiled up at Veronica while you finished off your milkshake. She picked up the last fry, popping it into her mouth. You shrugged and Veronica rolled her eyes. “Anything you want, Y/N. We could-”

“Your place,” you said, finally making up your mind. You glanced at the clock and nodded. School would be getting out by the time you started walking. You looked up at Veronica and saw that she was a little shocked.

“Well I did say anything,” she slid out of the booth as she spoke. When she was standing, Veronica extended a hand to you. You took it as you scooted out of the booth, smiling at your girlfriend. You had gotten so lucky with Veronica; she was the perfect girl for you. Caring, understanding even when you didn’t share things with her. The way she was looking at you now, eyes full of love, was all you needed. “Let’s go,” she said, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. You gave her a shy smile and nodded.

“Mom?” Veronica looked around the apartment when you arrived. It seemed her mother wasn’t home. She turned back to face you and you could already hear the question on her lips. You smiled when she walked over to the large television in the living room. “What movie do you want?” Your smile grew as you walked over, affectionately wrapping your arms around her waist. Being with Veronica seemed to lift your spirits, this did not go unnoticed by her either.

“Whatever you want V,” you whispered, letting your eyes close as you rested your chin on her shoulder. A small giggle rattled through her chest. You smiled at the warmth that spread from her body to yours. She turned around in your arms to face you, a smile resting on her full lips. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to yours. Her arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer. You smiled into the kiss, forgetting about the dark cloud over your head. Veronica pulled away slowly, pulling your bottom lip a little with her. Her dark eyes carried a glint of mischief when you met them. She smiled and stopped her teasing to speak.

“10 Things I Hate About You it is!” You laughed as she pulled away to start the movie. You walked over to her couch, grabbing a blanket off the side of it. She watched as you sat on the couch, getting comfy, and pulled the blanket over your lap. She walked towards you, sitting down next you. She pressed play and the movie started up. You leaned down, laying your head in her lap. You didn’t see it, but she smiled at the action. She knew something deeper than the surface was hurting your heart, but she was glad she could distract you from it like this. She trailed her hands through your hair, soothing you.

“If you don’t stop I’m going to miss Heath Ledger,” you groaned and Veronica giggled. You turned on your back to look up at her. A smile was glued on to her features as she met your eyes.

“You make me so happy Y/N,” she whispered, still playing with your hair. You smiled up at her, feeling her affection wash over your shoulders and push away the bad thoughts for a few more precious minutes.

“You make me happy too V.” Her fingers continued to play with your hair gently and you felt your eyes grow heavy. The sound of the TV mixed with the warmth of Veronica lulled you into a deep sleep. Just before you fell completely away, you heard Veronica say something.

“You deserve all the happiness in the world and I’ll try to give you that everyday.” You smiled in your almost asleep form. Nobody would ever get you the way Veronica did, and you felt perfectly at peace with that.

How he confesses his love for you

A/N; Quick little fluff stuff because I leave for vacation in two days and my internet still down I wrote this on my Notes I’m so sorry for any mistakes I did not proof read.Also, tell me if I should write part two with Reggie and Jason ?? Should I  make one for Betty,Kevin,Veronica, and Cheryl too??

Part 1


Archie

Originally posted by lilirenhart

You and Archie have been dating for four months now and you too were crazy about each other. You guys always together went on dates at least once a week cheered each other during sports games. You guys were as happy as anyone could be.

It was Friday night when Archie asked you to go to Pop’s  for a small date you agreed and decided to meet him there.

You walk in the bell at the top of the door signaling your entrance. Archie stood up from the booth in the corner and made his way to you grabbing you by your waist tightly and kissing you softly.

“Hey, babes,” he says with that beautiful smile of his.

“Hey,” you say blushing at the nick name.

No matter how long you guys have been together you could never believe that he was actually yours. Before you and Archie got together you wouldn’t even look his way, mainly because you knew he was way out of your league but when Archie approached you the first time and asked for your name, you quickly felt yourself falling too quickly.

He leads you to your booth and you smile at him. Pop comes around to take your order Archie orders for you already knowing your favorite. A cheeseburger basket with (Y/fav/milk shake flavor ).

You guys eat enjoying each other’s company. You finished your burger and we’re currently dipping your fries in your milkshake when Archie takes your hand.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something for quite some time now,” he says when his chocolate brown eyes lock with (Y/E/C)

Suddenly your stomach drops and you swallow hard. You Immediately think the worse is he breaking up with you, is that why he brought you here to break up with you.

You try to calm yourself by telling yourself that you’re over reacting you take another fry and stuff it in your mouth.

“Nothing bad I hope,” you say with a smile after a couple moments of silence.

“That depends on how you take the news,” Archie says and your stomach drops again

“ oh well, I guess I should finish my milkshake before this,” you say grabbing your milk shake and drinking it quickly.

You pass your hand through your tangles curls and exhale. “Okay I’m ready,” you say looking at Archie.

“I know we haven’t been dating for long and this isn’t some cliche movie where you meet someone and you just click or a Disney movie where the princess meets her prince and they get married the next day I’m not even sure if you feel the same way and it’s okay if you don’t I mean it’s hard to tell in such little time. People talk about love all the time about the meaning and how it feels but I think it’s different for everyone you know, not all of us will feel the same way  not that I know but I feel like I do know and when people think about love they think about time and how you can’t love someone from little time but I think you can. So I guess what I’m trying to say is that I think I’m in love with you. All of you, that beautiful smile, your cute dimples the way you dance when your happy, the way you cry when we watch romantic movies, the way you curl by my side when we watch scary movies, your laugh oh god your laugh is music to my ears and I know about music, the way you always seem so determined to achieve your goals. Y/N, Archie Andrews is in love with you” he says looking at you

By the end of his speech, you are breathless and have the biggest smile plastered on your face.

“Oh, Archie Andrews those are the best new I have ever received. You say pulling him in for a kiss. He made you feel so alive and fearless but most importantly Archie made you feel worth it and confident.

You pull away even more breathless than before

” By the way, I (Y/N) (Y/L/N) am in love with you too,“ you say smiling

Jughead Jones

Originally posted by chiaroscurous


You were never really a people person but then again never was Jughead Jones which is why you were extremely surprised when he first approached you at pop’s asking if you were going to eat the rest of your fries.

*Flashback *

"So is there any reason why you’re always so lonely other than the fact that you don’t like to share your fries,” he asks raising an eyebrow.

“ not really a people person. How about you ?” You say shrugging

“I guess I’m not really  people person neither,” he says taking a fry out of the basket in front of you

“ Is that the only reason or is it because you steal their food too?” you say swatting his hand away.

*Flashback ends*

From that moment the two of you clicked long story short is been seven months and you’re both happily dating.

It was Saturday morning and Jughead decided to drag you out of bed to take a walk by the edge of sweet water river. You weren’t really looking forward to it since you were sleep deprived and sweet water river gave you the chills ever since Jason’s murder but with your boyfriend being as persistent as he is, is almost impossible to say no.

You have been walking by the river’s edge now for around five minutes.

“Jughead do you even know where we’re going,” you say whining a little. You hear your boyfriend chuckle in front of you and he turns around cupping your face in his hands and giving you a small kiss.

“Yes I do now stop distracting me,” he says resting his forehead on yours when he pulls away.

Jughead was never big on PDA or affection in general but then again neither were you so you treasured moments like this where he showed you how he felt.

You walked a little longer until you reached a spot where a blanket was spread out and a picnic basket awaited in the middle.

“Omg Juggie is this for me,” you ask putting your hand over your face.

“Yes it is, now I can’t take all the credit I had help from Archie, Betty, and even Veronica,” he says smiling

“I love it so much, thank you for this and for everything,” you say hugging your boyfriend

“It is my pleasure,” he says pecking your mouth quickly.

The rest of the morning went by in a blur as you and Jughead ate talked and even went for a little swim. Apparently, Betty and Veronica thought of everything because they even packed you a bathing suit.

You guys sat on the blanket your body wrapped around a towel sharing memories of each other.

“ Remember that time I got really mad at you because you wouldn’t listen to me because you kept writing on your computer,” I say smiling to myself.

“You mean the time you decided to threw away my burger to get my attention.” He says raising an eyebrow “what I waste of food it still hurts, to be honest”

“ I have never seen you so bad, I was scared for my life, I kept telling Betty you were gonna break up with me and I  was honestly terrified you really do love food, ” you say chuckling

He looks up coming closer “Yes I love food but I also love you,” he says closing the space left between you too.

You pull away shocked but happy and kiss him again.

“I love you too Jughead Jones the third, I love you too”


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What Has Been Seen Cannot Be Unseen

Summary:

That one time Richie stopped eating meat.

Takes place a couple months after the movie.



Never agree to do anything “exciting” with Richie, alone, was one of the rules everyone had lived by ever since Bill, Stan, and Eddie had become friends with the mouthy boy. But Eddie is tired of schoolwork and shared awkward silences with his mother, and Bill and Stan are going out with their parents, and Eddie’s new friend Mike thinks he’s coming down with something—so there’s no freaking way Eddie’s going near his potentially diseased ass—and Bev left town. So, that Friday night, when Richie knocks on his door and asks him to take a walk, Eddie agrees to join him without even asking about the carton of eggs in his scrawny arms.

It’s still not getting dark out until late, and it’s still not cooling down until deep into the night, but summer’s over and it’s almost as if everything has gone back to how it was before Eddie’s life turned into a horror movie.

No one’s talked about the clown, since the blood oath.

No one talks about possibly facing it again someday.

Everything hasn’t gone exactly back to the way it was though. Some things have changed, for the better. Now, Eddie’s once stuffed fanny pack feels light, strapped to his waist without any pills inside. He still carries around an inhaler, even though his mother finally admitted his asthma attacks were psychosomatic—and brought on by all the bullshit she filled his head with for years—but he uses it less and less.

Eddie tells Richie as much, that it’s been days since his last attack.

“Yeah?” Richie grins. “I’m proud of you, Eds!”

“Thanks.” Eddie grins back, then adds in a lower voice, “And don’t call me Eds.”

They walk and chat for a few minutes before Eddie finally asks, “What’s with the eggs?”

“You’ll see,” Richie says, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “We’re almost there.”

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absentmindedly making me want you

olicity | college proffesor/student au
chapter 1 - 2: absentmindedly making me want you
ao3

Tagging: @scu11y22 @misaralullaby @queen-of-spaz @maryhn @ladyimara @felicityschattycathy (let me know if you wanna be tagged, or untagged)

Felicity picked a crisp fry from the basket, dipping it in her milkshake before plopping it in her mouth.

She had to admit, she’d been a bit hesitant at first to go grab lunch with him, but hey everyone in the class –well, everyone that actually showed up to the extra-curricular field trip really– passed on the offer.
It’s not her fault they were still a bit intimidated by Oliver’s toughness and stoic manner. Thankfully, she’d gotten used to it, or seen right through the shield he used to get the best out of his students for what it was, instead of a reflection of his actual persona. Hours discussing papers and emails shared about the class made the silent man sitting in front of her more human than myth; though, unfortunately, that only further piqued her interest.

“So…,” she said, grabbing his attention –oblivious of already having it, constantly–, “if you don’t mind me asking, how did you end up teaching?”

“I thought if it was on the internet you could find it.”

“Don’t doubt it for a second. But I felt it’d be a bit weird, for you I mean.”

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If I Can’t Have You Part 1

Summary: Very AU. Archie Andrews is dead. The only leading suspect is one of his oldest and dearest friends, Jughead Jones. Betty Cooper is forced on a mission to find Jughead and bring him in, getting herself kidnapped throughout the process. Everything is a lie and nothing is the truth in this twisted tale of love and death.

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A/N:  So I’ve been playing around with this idea in my head for a while now. You can all thank @jandjsalmon for this side of Jughead. She introduced to me a world of Dark Jughead that I wasn’t aware I needed in my life. The prologue here will be the only chapter to include graphic scenes of violence. From here on out it will be a little easier to read I promise. I hope you like it!
Side note - this whole first part is in italics because it happened in the past, just in case you were wondering why I wrote it that way.


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YouFood Roulette

Title: YouFood Roulette
Authors: @copperbadge and @scifigrl47
Rating: General Audiences
Summary: Steve and Tony get trapped in a foodie YouTube hole, but not before arguing about Tony’s definition of “medical attention”.
Notes: Set in Sam’s foodieverse with a cameo by DJ of Sci’s Botverse.
Warnings: Lots of talk of food, some of it kind of gross. 

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“I’m Sam Wilson,” Sam said, beaming at the camera.

“And I’m Bucky Barnes,” Bucky added, not quite as naturally cheerful, but Steve could tell he always made an effort.

“And this,” Sam said, as if he was about to say the usual is Cheap Eats, but instead Bucky reached under the counter in front of them and lifted a laughing, squirming DJ up to shoulder-height.

“Is DJ’s Cheap Eats!” they chorused in unison.

“Yay!” DJ added, throwing his arms in the air.

“You realize we sent DJ out with two babysitters tonight, and we’re sitting home watching him on YouTube,” Tony said, curled up under Steve’s arm on the sofa.

Steve, a bowl of green-onion popcorn in his lap, turned his head to kiss Tony’s temple as the video played. “We hadn’t seen his video with Sam yet. Anyway, you miss him when he’s not around.”

“I won’t admit it.”

“He’s having a good time out with Sam and Bucky, just like he did for the video,” Steve pointed out.

“Thank God,” Tony said. “Where did they say they were going, anyway?”

“It’s a secret,” Steve told him, as the Cheap Eats opening animation ended.

“DJ is on loan to us from his dad, who’s a friend of the show,” Sam said. Bucky propped DJ on his hip, and DJ gave the camera an especially cute smile. “Because we know that often the people who need cheap, easy eats the most are the ones who are worried about providing healthy meals their kids will actually eat. So today DJ’s gonna help us make some really easy meals your kids will love.”

“Milk and anything in milk,” Tony sighed.

“Hey, I was a picky eater too, and I turned out okay,” Steve reminded him.

“You’re a supertaster.”

“And you know DJ has some sensory stuff going on.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Tony rubbed his face as Sam, in the video, started talking about how to select good breads from the grocery store and what to look for in a cold cut. “It’s not his problem, it’s mine.”

“It doesn’t have to be a problem at all.”

“I just hate that I can’t feed him better.”

Steve rested his chin on the top of Tony’s head. “You feed him fine. Look at him, he’s adorable.”

“The camera adds ten pounds.”

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anonymous asked:

Often when Damian hang out with Billy, Jon and Colin. The four of them always ended up going on a quest or busting some major crime

Damian slumped through the diner door and wordlessly slide into the booth next to Jon. Billy leaned over the table and wiped some dirt from Damian’s cheek with a napkin. Damian tired to look annoyed but it didn’t quite get to eyes. Colin shoved a large basket of fries across the table at him. “You look like something the goat dragged in” Jon said wrinkling his nose. “Tt it’s cat Kent” 

“goat, I live with them, and a cat would never bring anything as beat up as you” Colin snorted and Damian glared at him, he just shrugged and leaned over Billy to grab a fry out of the basket in front of Damian. “So where were you?” Jon demanded. “A secret mission for my father, I have responsibilities something you wouldn’t know about Kent” Colin rolled his eyes and Jon puffed up. 

Before a fight could start Billy lifted a hand “come on Dami, I’m sure Batman won’t mind if you tell your boyfriend and your two best friends about it.” Damian looked annoyed that Billy had played the boyfriend card before deflating. “I spent all day in the sewers setting up motion detectors, Killer Croc is out again and if we want to catch him we have to make sure  we have all the sewers covered” 

Colin looked at the fry in his hand contemplatively “I’m really glad i’m not a Robin” he said before taking a bite. “tt there’s only one Robin, me, and that’s because it’s hard work” 

“you can count me out” Jon slurped happily from a strawberry milk shake and Damian glared at him. “Being a hero is a lot of boring hard work” Billy said sagely “I mean when I have monitor duty I’m bored out of my skull most of the time.” Damian just grunted and dug into the fries. “I like being freelance” Colin said leaning back and sucking on the straw into his soda which matched his hair perfectly. “I never know what’s gonna happen” 

“yeah” piped up Jon “It’s never boring and there’s always an-” he was cut off by a booming sound and a car going flying past the plate glass window and down the road. Villainous laugher ripped through the night and lighting shot down the road after the car. All four boys groaned, Colin tipped back his head and chugged his orange soda in one gulp, burping loudly he said “come on guys lets go” and they all shuffled out of the booth and out into the street. 

Chopped Drinking Game

Take a drink whenever:
- A contestant is not a chef by profession
- Only one contestant knows how to correctly prepare a basket ingredient
- A contestant attempts a risotto
- “Deconstructed”
- A contestant cuts them self
- An ice cream is made for dessert
- A bread-like basket ingredient is turned into a crust for frying
- A basket ingredient is used solely for garnish
- A contestant forgets a basket ingredient
- A contestant cries
- A contestant is chopped because of a last minute garnish/addition
- A judge calls a dish “sexy”
- A judge feels a dish is lacking salt
- A judge feels a dish is too spicy

Finish your drink if:
- A contestant forgets a basket ingredient but is not chopped
- A contestant getting emotional/crying causes a judge to get emotional/cry
- A contestant openly disagrees/argues with a judge