here's polly


I wanted to write just a couple key moments in bugheads life! Enjoy guys! It’s a long one, better grab some popcorn!

“I have no idea.” F.P said defeated, throwing his hands in the air and looking helplessly at his son, who was staring at himself in the mirror with the same confused look in his eyes.

“It’s impossible. This is not humanly possible.” Jughead Mumbled as his fingers toyed with his shirt collar and he tugged restlessly.

“It’s satans work is what it is.” F.P growled pulling the offending object from his neck and chucking it at the door, unfortunately Betty chose that moment to walk in and was hit square in the face by the dark blue silk tie.

“Oh!” She said surprised, holding the garment in her hand and smiling at the boys in front of her. “Thankyou?” She asked.

“Sorry Betty Blue Eyes, you got caught up in the middle of a fight between me and that jerk.” F.p grabbed the tie from her hands and squeezed her shoulder smiling warmly at his favorite little lady.

“No problem.” She laughed “having a little trouble?” She glanced behind F.P at Jughead and he smiled shyly, putting his hands up and shrugging as his tie lay limp around his neck

“This is not a simple tie Ms.Cooper, it is the tie to end all ties” he held it out to her and she rolled her eyes
“My apologies, here let me help”

Betty’s hands expertly twisted around F.Ps neck and within seconds his tie was perfectly done and she was moving to stand by Jughead as F.P stared at her in amazement
“You are a lifesaver little one” he plopped down on the couch and stared at the two teens before him.

Betty was standing before Jughead as Jughead leaned into the blondes hands and took up her space

“How are you feeling?” She whispered as she tugged on his shirt collar, her fingers gently passing his neck. Today was F.Ps final court appearance and the judge would decide if he had jail time or just community service

“Nervous. Nervous but ready.” He said, his hands moving to gently rest on her waist. Betty had been there through all of it, she had sat beside him at every court date, held his hand as he visited his father, and she had been in the passenger seat the day they had made bail, now she was here for the end and he didn’t think he could do it without her.

“I’ve got faith.” She smiled and gently tugged his tie straight. He looked down at her and prayed that she could read his mind, that she could tell just how much her being there meant to him, just how grateful he was for her. He dropped a kiss to her lips but quickly pulled back when he saw the bright flash go off beside him.


“What?” The older man held up the Polaroid proudly “its for the grandchildren. You’ll thank me when you’re older.”

Betty shook her head and giggled, grabbing the truck keys and smiling

“Alright boys, onward and upward and into the jaws of death.”

The two Jones boys shook their heads and smiled. Betty Cooper was something else.

“It doesn’t matter mom, it wasn’t meant to last, you knew it, I knew it, he knew it. We were just fooling ourselves. If Veronica stops by tell her I’ll be over tonight. I just… I need..” as Betty’s eyes filled with tears, she shook her head quickly and ran up the stairs, slamming her door as she collapsed into sobs on her bedroom floor.

Alice placed a hand to her heart, her daughter was in pain and it physically hurt her to see the normally bubbly blonde revert back to her old ways. She hadn’t seen Betty this upset since sophomore year. Taking a deep breathe she moved to start up the stairs when a pounding on her front door stopped her in her tracks

“Ms. Cooper! Please! Ms. Cooper, you have to let me in! Please let me explain! Please!” Jughead was pleading with her from the opposite side of the door, opening it slowly she was met face to face with her daughters absolutely frazzled boyfriend. Jughead beanie was missing and the flannel he wore was buttoned completely wrong, while his suspenders hung unclipped at his side, his dark waves were a mess.

“Oh thank god” he mumbled, rushing into the household “she doesn’t understand that she’s all i want, she doesn’t know how much she means to me, I don’t care about any of those fancy names or big places, all I want is her, I shouldn’t have said some of the things I said but she’s just so stubborn ya know? I mean I…” he was cut off by the quick and heavy footsteps sprinting down the stairs

“Stubborn?! I’m stubborn?! Have you looked in the mirror recently? I’m just trying to stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life! I’m so sorry for trying to help you!” She shouted in his face, pushing past her mother and standing toe to toe. Alice Cooper stood frozen in her spot.

“Don’t you get it?! You are my life! You’re everything to me. I don’t care about any stupid acceptance letters or big name schools, I want to be wherever you are! My publicist doesn’t care where I’m located, I can write my books from anywhere!” He was begging her but she shook her head.

“I’m not leaving Riverdale Jughead, my family is here, pollys here, baby jayjay is here. They have a great elementary education program at Riverdale Community. I’m staying here. But you! There’s a whole world for you to see out there! I love you and I’ll miss you so much but I cannot be the reason you miss out on seeing the world!” Tears were falling freely down her cheeks now and he placed his palms on either side of her face

“You are my world! Everything I want is right here. I love you. I love Riverdale, if this is where you want to stay, this is where we’ll stay. My dads here, and Jellybean comes here every summer, this is my home too. My home is wherever you are! My first book is already doing so well I can afford to get us an apartment! Don’t you want to be with me?” He wiped at her tears as his own built in his eyes

“Of course I do! I love you. I just don’t… I don’t want you to hate me.. to resent me with time.” Her eyes dropped and he shook his head

“I love you. I could never hate you. I would follow you anywhere, you’re just saving me a trip.” He smiled when he heard her quietly giggle and he pressed his lips to hers
“Wherever you go I’m right beside you okay?” He asked as she nodded

Suddenly the couple was blinded by a bright light and looked up find Alice Cooper standing before them with a digital camera in her hands


“That was beautiful! I’m an old woman let me live vicariously through your love” she snapped a few more as Betty and Jughead rolled their eyes before both posing goofily for the camera.

She laughed as F.P swung her around the dance floor, sending her poofy white dress flying as he lifted her off her feet before placing her back on the ground and holding her by the waist.

“So how does it feel to officially be a jones?” He asked as they slow danced to the familiar father daughter track.

“Long overdue I’d say” she giggled as he puffed his chest out proudly. “Thank you for walking me down the aisle, I invited my dad to the reception but…” she trailed off looking around sadly.

F.p shook his head, Hal Cooper was an absolute idiot, that he was certain of.
“No Betty, Thankyou. You saved my life. You saved my sons life and I can’t repay you for that, you stuck by him through it all, and I know what a tough son of a bitch he can be.” Betty giggled

“Hey that’s my husband you’re talking about!” She smiled brightly.

“You’re decision not mine” the older man teased, spinning Betty around “anyway. I couldn’t ask for a better daughter in law, so thank you for saving both of us.” Betty wiped at her tears as F.P let his freely fall

“Are you making my wife cry on our wedding day?” The familiar timber of Jugheads voice caused them both to smile. F.p gently shoved Betty into his sons arms and took Alice by the hand

“We’re bonding.” He shrugged before moving to the center of the dance floor, Alice laughing the whole way.

“What was that all about Mrs.Jones?” Jughead asked slightly concerned at her tears.

Looking up at her husband, Betty smiled happily
“Nothing at all Mr. Jones.” He beamed as he dropped a kiss to her lips

“This way you two!”

Veronica called from beside them, she held her camera up and motioned for them to smile as she snapped the picture. Veronica took photos fro fashion magazines all over the world and as Betty’s bridesmaid she demanded she also be the Wedding photographer. Looking up at Jughead as he stared lovingly down at her, she ignored the bright flash of the camera and stared deep into her brand new husbands eyes.

“Oh no.” She stood in front of the mirror.

Jughead came running out of the bathroom
“Oh no what?!” He asked frantically, reaching for the bag by the bed.

“I look like a whale.” Betty said blandly, still staring at her reflection in the mirror “might as well call sea world, who needs a book launch, I’ll just start a new career as the first pregnant whale to speak English.” She pouted as she tugged on the skin tight black dress, pulling her nude heel over her foot.

Jughead bit his lip to keep from laughing, tonight was the launch of their very first book as co authors, it had gone over so well that they were already number five on the New York Times Best Seller List. Apparently the concept of a couple writing a book together did very well for sales and they were already sky rocketing, Us Weekly had actually written a two page spread on the “Small Town Star Crossed lovers.” Unfortunately Betty was six months Pregnant and all belly, she seemed to gain no weight anywhere else and as a first grade teacher she was used to flowy sundresses and flats. The stylist had picked out a tight dress and high heels, she looked absolutely amazing to Jughead but apparently the mirror said something else.

“You look beautiful. Too beautiful to even argue” he wrapped his hands around her waist and rubbed her baby belly.

“Really?” She wasn’t one to be vain but hey, pregnancy really does things to your self confidence.

“ absolutely.” He pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear and felt her shudder. Oh yes.

“Alright who’s ready for pictures!” Kevin came into the room and waved his tablet around. Oh did I mention? Kevin was the Jones family manager.

Jughead rolled his eyes and smiled goofily at Kevin as Betty stuck her tongue out

Kevin snapped the picture and in a dull, unamused voice exclaimed


Jughead smiled down at his wife and bent down to press a kiss to her tummy for good luck

“Ready mama?”

“You got it daddy.” She giggled.


“Ma! Come here!”

Betty came barreling down the stairs, her ten month old daughter , Lila, snuggled against her chest

“What’s the matter Cody?!” She looked him up and down for any damage

“Chill mom, I just wanted to know what this was.” The nine year old boy held up the dark blue album and handed it to her, gently taking Lila in his arms and pressing a kiss to her forehead. Betty smiled at the scene in front of her as she ruffled her sons dark waves.

“This is Mine and your dads, it’s our memories.” She opened the album and began flipping through the pages, pointing out pictures and telling the story that went along with each one, Cody was in hysterics and Lila had fallen back asleep.

“Dad really wore that beanie everyday?” He asked, wiping his eyes from laughter

“Yeah well you wear your burger boxers everyday to school.”

Both Betty and Cody turned around at the familiar voice, Jughead stood against the door frame, arms crossed and grinning.

“It’s different! Not everyone can see them! How did you even land mom! She was like… well.. no offense mom but you were a babe and dad… not so much!”

Jughead snorted
“Oh no offense mom? What about no offense dad?” He walked forward and started tickling his son who began laughing like crazy and grabbing at his dads hands, Lila woke up and stirred reaching her arms out for her older brother

“I’ll go feed her! Then I’m going to go play basketball with Jason Andrews, next door.” Cody gently grabbed his baby sister and led her to the kitchen.

Jughead plopped down beside his wife and draped an arm over her shoulders, staring down at the album

“How did I land you?” He asked, gently nuzzling her neck as she stretched.

“Right back at you Romeo.” She dropped her lips to his.

ask me again in the morning | michael gray/reader

@collecting-stories i did it again with the marshmallow fluff

You leaned back against the wall, laughing into your palm as Polly chased off the man who’d whistled at you, screaming at him in the middle of the street.

“-up your arse!”


A window opened somewhere in the row of houses and a shout for her to shut up came out, so she turned her head and screamed at them to piss off as well.

“Polly! I think we should get home before a copper catches us, yeah?”

She fluffed her hair out, put her hands on her hips, and laughed along with you. You staggered off the curb to link arms with her and set off across the dark streets together.

When she’d asked you, well actually told you that you were going out together tonight you’d been torn between terror and confusion.

“Oh, is it a girl’s night?”

“That’s right, just you and me. I think it’s past time we got to know each other properly”

When your gangster boyfriend’s imposing mother tells you you’re going out together, you go. Somewhere in between drinking to sooth your nerves you’d actually started enjoying yourself and realised Polly was alright. And Polly seemed to think you were alright too, laughing along with you at Michael’s antics, singing in bars together, screaming at men in the street for you.

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Now Or Never

“Tommy, you can not come in here!” I heard Polly shout. My vision was blurry and I was sweating everywhere. Blood stained the bed I was laying on. I could see Tommy trying to fight his way through the group of men holding him back, just to get to me.

Polly sat in front of me, telling me to hang in there as she tried to soothe me.

Another sharp pain came and I screamed out, trying to bare it. Tommy was shouting at his three brothers and cousin, threatening their lives if they didn’t let him through.

“Something’s not right Pol. It hurts different than last time.” I said, barely above a whisper.

“I know, I know. Just hang in there.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her close.

“If things go wrong, I want you to save my baby Polly. Tommy will try and fight it, but you save this baby first.”

“Y/N. He would never forgive me if I did that.”

“It’s not his body. He does not get to be the boss in this situation. Not here, not now.”

The pain was getting worse and I continued to lose consciousness.

“Polly don’t let her die. Don’t fucking let her die!” I heard Tommy shouting.

“Okay Y/N. The baby is trying to come out now. You have to stay awake.” I tried to keep my eyes open, but I didn’t have the strength. “Ada, come and sit next to her. You keep her up or she will die and this baby will die.”

Ada sat beside me, but she wasn’t there for long.

“Ada move.” A deep voice said. Seconds later I could smell the cologne I gifted to Tommy for his birthday. He grabbed my hand and placed a kiss on my knuckles.

“Tommy. I will always love you.”

“You say that like this is goodbye.” He wiped my forehead with a cloth, kissing it afterwards.

“It could be.”

“Okay. Now or never. Y/N, i need you to push, okay? Can you do that?” I nodded weakly and took a deep breath, using all the energy I could muster to try and push this baby out. I squeezed Tommy’s hand while screaming as loud as I could, feeling immeasurable pain. “You’re doing great. Give me another push.”

“I can’t Pol. It hurts too bad.”

“Y/N if you stop now I’m going to lose you. I don’t think I can go on if you die. So I need you to listen to Polly and push. I’m right here.” I nodded and took a few deep breaths before pushing again, feeling some of the pain go away after a few seconds. Polly reached for the blanket Ada was giving her. I could see her wrapping the baby up and walking to the other side of the room to lay him down.

“He’s not crying.” I said to Tommy. “I can’t hear him.”

“It’s fine. Worry about keeping your eyes open, okay?” Tommy kissed my lips, lingering for a second. “Polly what’s happening? What are you doing?”

“I’m tired Thomas.” He gently grabbed my face, trying to talk to me.

“Do not go to sleep.” He said loudly. “Polly put that baby down and come here.”

When Polly didn’t listen he became furious.

“Leave the fucking baby to Ada and save my wife!” Polly shook her head.

“She told me to save the baby Tommy. She told me what she wanted.” His hands went to his head, like his brain was exploding inside his skull.

“Polly please. I’m begging you.” His voice cracked. I had never seen Tommy cry before.

I reached up and touched his face. “Everything will be fine Thomas.” I looked into his eyes. “I hope he has your eyes. Those Shelby eyes. They’re gorgeous.” He managed to stifle a chuckle out. “Raise our children to be ordinary. I want them to be safe.” He shook his head and stood up, reaching for the gun in his holster. He cocked back the hammer and placed the cold metal barrel on Polly’s temple.

That was the last thing I saw before the darkness took over.

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You’re A Sinking Stone

Originally posted by kareligomleeek

Michael Gray x Reader


-“Don’t. Just don’t. I don’t want to hear you say what I think you’re going to say. Don’t speak.”

-Can I request one where you’re dating Michael and the whole Charlotte thing happens and you end up turning to Tommy for comfort?

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White Houses part 2

White Houses part 2.

It had been one hell of a ride, Veronica belting along to the Radio as Archie recklessly drove through the states hitting almost every pot hole in the state of North Carolina, Kevin and Cheryl had been arguing about fashion sense for the past three hours. Three hours. Jughead just kept hearing the word “chiffon” repeating in his mind, over and over. The only positive about the 12 hour ride was the beautiful blonde snuggled against his side, chewing on strawberry twizzlers and playing with the curl that dangled in front of his face.

Betty was perfectly content to ride out the journey, tucked cozily into the dark haired boys side, listening half heartedly to the varying conversations in the tiny mini van. She hadn’t been this relaxed in ages, it was almost strange to feel such an overwhelming sense of peace and comfort. The gorgeous dirt road, framed beautifully by dangling weeping willow trees came into view and Betty leaned forward to the window.

There it was. Her childhood safe haven, the one place she could be herself, filled with happy memories of late nights by the river, sitting alone in the bay window staring at the stars, long blonde pigtails and sweet tea. Tears sprung to her eyes involuntarily and she felt Jughead cup a hand to her shoulder, squeezing gently.
She needed this, this was her home. Glancing at Veronica and Archie laughing in the front seat she looked back to Jughead. This was her family.

“Looks like we’re here!” Veronica squealed looking to the GPS. Archie let out a low whistle

“Damn this place is huge! We have all this to ourselves?!”

Kevin was practically bouncing in his seat
“The antique shopping I will be doing. I can smell the southern charm.”

Cheryl nodded

The gravel cracked underneath the cars tires as they pulled up. Betty couldn’t wait and opened the door of the moving van, leaping out and running to the wrap around porch. Taking a deep breathe, she threw her arms behind her and twirled, allowing the sunshine to warm her bones. A shadow cast over her figure and she looked to her right to see Jughead leaning against the railing smiling as he watched her spin goofily, she tugged him by the hand and pulled him into her tucking her body against his and swaying gently.

She felt the low rumble of his chuckle in her cheeks as she rested on his chest

“Are we dancing?” He asked a wide smile on his face.

“We sure are.” She glanced at her friends who were taking their bags out of the trunk “when I was younger, I was so alone here. Polly made friends with all the neighborhood kids and my parents.. well they liked to act like I didn’t exist, but now I have all of my friends here, I have you.”

He rested his chin on her head and nodded, still swaying with her gently, they hadn’t established what this was, this relationship of theirs, but it didn’t matter in this moment. She had him and he had her, that was good enough.

Their peaceful quiet bubble was suddenly interrupted by the all too familiar blaring of the bright red sports car.

“What the fu…” Jughead was quickly cut off as Reggie stuck his head out the window

“Damn you losers are slow, we left an hour after you and we still made it on time. I’m gonna pull around back, who’s down for some skinny dipping?” He revved his engine again as Josie McCoy and Moose Mason waved from the back seat.

“What are they doing here?” Betty asked, the hint of a smile still gracing her face.

Jughead dropped his head into the space between her neck and her shoulder
“One guess.” He mumbled

Cheryl blossom came strutting up to the front porch
“I hope you don’t mind, I invited a few friends for the summer. The more the merrier am I right?” She tossed her long red hair and headed for the inside of the house.

Veronica came next, shoving a weighed down Archie who seemed to be carrying everyone’s luggage
“Sorry B, I promise I’ll keep everyone in check No funny business!” She nudged Archie who just grunted and moved towards the front door.

Jughead pulled away finally, grabbing Betty’s hand with his

“Ready to enter the belly of the beast?” He asked with an eyebrow raise.

Betty giggled, remembering those exact words only a few months ago.

“You got it Romeo.” ^ part 1
BOMBASS Riverdale Murder Theory

Okay so this is weird. Mainly because this blog is my witchcraft blog so buckle up and get ready.


What if Polly is Betty’s split personality and she killed Jason along with her mom? (For some reason, episode 3 gave me a little fight club vibe)

I have a strong gut feeling that after so many bullying acts done by Cheryl, Betty finally snapped and developed a Multiple Personality disorder to mask her repressed feelings. Based on what I’ve learned from my previous psychology class, Multiple Personality disorders arise when traumatic situations come up in order to mask the victim.

Did you see how she planned on destroying Chuck? She knows her drugs, she knows her plans and she called Chuck, Jason. As you’ve noticed when Betty entered the pool and tub room, she said, “Betty’s not here”. She might’ve accessed Polly (yes that is possible) and used Polly to destroy Chuck.

Moving on with murder, NO ONE WAS KILLED DURING JULY 4TH.


Jason finally got off safely, Archie did some hot fling with Ms. Grundy, and the scouts were just practicing.

NOBODY DIED DURING JULY 4TH. Why was Cheryl crying and soaking wet in the river? It’s simply because Jason never contacted her again.

What if “Polly” devised the twin’s plan? What if she wanted to destroy Cheryl through Jason by seducing him and ended up being an abused victim? What if that abuse made Polly’s drive stronger to torture Jason a couple of days when he disappeared?

Adding, Jason’s body showed up after Cheryl bitched on Betty once again. If you’ve noticed the autopsy was talking about cryo. Polly could’ve been that damn bad ass to perform that shit and got pissed at Cheryl so she could’ve just killed him. OR OR OR She had an episode at home and her mom did the final blow to Jason to bring Betty back.


1. Cheryl never talked about Polly as Polly. She always talked about Polly and Jason.

2. If Polly was someone important to Betty and not a figment of her mind, she could’ve atleast visited Polly’s bedroom and checking out Polly’s stuff.

3. Chuck didn’t name drop Polly as one of the “sluts” 

4. Polly was barely known in school.

5. Mrs. Cooper is a little hysterical about Betty’s choices. (Multiple Personality disorder susceptibility can be hereditary)

6. The Coopers hated the Blossoms.



So why does Mrs. Cooper don’t like Veronica? It’s because Veronica is turning Betty into a bad ass which Polly is. I doubt it’s about Veronica’s background since Mrs. Cooper IS VERY VERY CAREFUL about Betty’s upbringing.

“Well Jughead is suspicious….”


Jughead is the personification of the viewers. He’s trying to anticipate “theories” so us, the viewers won’t dig deeper.

WELL. That’s all folks.

táimid naimhde sa chathair | tommy shelby/reader

anon request:   you grew up with tommy and had a really long serious relationship but left when grace came along you left him - a few years later he finds you with a job as a singer in sabinis bar in London, engaged to a son of his -tommy is determined to get you back 

“When is that boy going to marry you?”

“Oh, Polly, don’t go buying a hat. It’s been bloody years, I think if he was going to make a move he’d have long done it”

“It took him nearly ten to ask for you in the first place, this is Tommy we’re talking about. Can’t do anything but make things more difficult, that boy”

“It took him nearly ten years because we were children, Polly”


“Thanks for listening to me rant, anyway”

You stood from her table, dropping your cup in the sink as you went.

“I better get home”

“Have you told him about London yet?”

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business meeting | alfie solomons

Ah, Alfie!!! Right, so maybe one where the reader meets Tommy and they don’t get along in the slightest. Tommy makes digs about Alfie so the reader says stuff about grace but Alfie finds the situation funny. Thank you x

ALFIE REQUEST HERE!! Can you do one where The shelbys are super bloody surprised to find out that ALFIE actually has a wife? And they found out cause she had to have a meetjngn with them because Alfie was doing business elsewhere and sent his wife cause he trusts her most to be his eyes ears and voice when it comes to business?

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John x Reader

Requested by Anon

“So you know what to do?” Polly asked as she showed you around the flat.

“Yes, Ms Gray.” You smiled and nodded as she looked you over.

“Well, if you’re sure, I wouldn’t want this place worse off.” She sighed, heading over to the bedroom at the back of the flat.

“This is Finn’s room, Arthur’s is over there.” Polly smiled when you nodded shyly.

“When would you like me to start?” You asked when you looked you up and down.

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Too Close~Part 4 (Jughead Jones)

A/N: I’m kinda stuck on what to write so I’ve just been continuing series as much as I can (although I’m stuck on “Unmistakable”)

Summary: You tell your story to Betty and Polly. Betty invites a surprise visitor over to see you.

Pairing: Jughead x Blossom!reader

Word Count: 1089

Warnings: I don’t remember and i’m too lazy to check

Other Parts: Part 1-Part 2-Part 3-Part 5

Originally posted by riverdaleselite

They were the only ones I had seen move in the last few minutes and there were no cars in the driveway. I assumed that their parents had gone to work, so praying that they hadn’t parked in the garage, I ran up to the front door and knocked as loud as I could. After a minute of knocking, Betty came down the stairs and opened the door. When she saw me she was shocked, not that I expected anything less.

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Public fucking service announcement.

As I sit and cry in my boyfriends car I feel the need to let this out. Most people who know me know that I have epilepsy, the also know up till about a month ago I had a service dog that detect a seizure before it happen. Unfortunately I had to put my dog down. Now my mother and my boyfriend feel more comfortable when I’m out on my own if I have a companion aka a service dog, so over the next few weeks I’m testing out a few dogs to see if they are a good match for me. These dogs are expensive and I need to make sure it’s the right one for me.

So today I’m trying out Pollie, a pitbull just like my old dog, but Pollie is special she’s not only an epileptic detection dog she’s also helps with anxiety. I decided to go grocery shopping at a store that I got gift cards for at my work, I normally don’t shop here so I brought Pollie along with me because of the environment is new to me, I’d feel more comfortable. Pollie is suited up in her service dog vest, which clearly mark she is a service dog and a big patch that says “DO NOT PET, I AM WORKING” so as I walk in I get looks, as you do. I grab my cart and Pollie is glued to my leg as she should be. She understands she has a job to do. Now I had a number of encounters in this grocery store that I’m about to list that made me leave in tears.

1. Five different people came up to pet my dog. Now I’m use to this and I get it. You see a dog and the first reaction is to love it. But please, PLEASE beware of the vest. By distracting my dog your not only distracting her from her work but you are putting me at risk. If there was a moment you were distracting her that she could of sensed I was going to have a seizure and she didn’t then a few moments later I have one, I could seriously injure myself.

2. As a MANAGER of a store you should be fully aware of the laws regarding service dogs. In no point are you allowed to refuse me service, tell me to leave with my dog, or ask for certification on if my pet is really a service dog.

Now this is the worst.

3. As a bystander or an employee of a store by me having a service dog does not give you the right AT ALL to come up to me and ask me “what my disability is?” Service dogs are not just for the blind, there are many reasons to have a service dog. One of them being anxiety which Pollie is also trained for. I’m not faking nothing, I have an actual serious fucking condition that requires this dog and when I say she’s an epileptic service dog do not, DO NOT roll your god damn eyes at me and says “fake service dog” as you walk away. Do some fucking research.

I was half way through my shopping when I felt an anxiety attack coming on. I left my cart in the middle of the isles called my bf to come pick me up. Now as I sit here in tears while Pollie is comforting me, he’s in there tearing a new asshole into the manager who dared question my disability.

Please beware that it’s not only the blind that need service dogs, please do not make that person feel uncomfortable and humiliated just because they are different and do not question their authenticity.

That Makes Seven

You woke to knocking on the door, descending the steps carefully as your eyes weren’t fully open yet. Everything was a mess lately: Ada had grown up, no longer the same big sister you knew before and had ran away from your family altogether. Arthur, Tommy, and John were much different since they came back. They acted like they cared more about money than family and you rarely saw them as much; they were starting to get involved with their own families, having kids and wives. Plus, they knew that you weren’t the same little sister they had left that still needed their help all the time. Sure, you still needed their help sometimes, you supposed you always would, but you knew how to get along by yourself too, thank you very much. You were a Shelby after all, if you couldn’t take care of yourself you were just as good as dead.

Many people wouldn’t leave a little girl of 8 home alone, but your family was different. You get on your tip toes, yawning and wiping your eyes while you swing open the door. You squint as the sunlight floods in, staring at a tall man in the doorway, looking worried.

“Hello?” you ask.

“Uh, who are you?” He says, playing with the end of his mustache nervously, constantly looking over his shoulder down the street.

“Who are you?” You ask him right back, not afraid of him.

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