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i would lay down my life for her

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Casual reminder that Cole is half a head taller than Lili.

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“Alright, who’s next?” Veronica stood up and waddled over to the tree, grabbing a large box from it and glancing at the tag. “Betty, this one’s for you!”

Betty took the gift from her friend, the excited smile she had been sporting instantly fading when she saw who it was from. Her eyes narrowed and shot to her boyfriends, who was watching her with an amused look.

“Not again.”

Jughead held his hands up in defensive, feigning confusion, but his smile never faded. “What?”

Betty shook her head, rolling her eyes as she began to tear the paper away to reveal a plain white box. Her fingers fumbled with the multiple layers of tape before she was finally able to get it open… only to reveal another box inside.

She huffed, setting it to the side and crossing her arms. “I am not doing this again.”

“Oh come on, Betty,” Archie laughed, leaning back and holding his arm out to allow Veronica to relax into his side as they watched. “You can’t just not open your gift.”

Betty shook her head. “He did this for my birthday last year, I believe that was four excessively taped boxes. Then for Valentines Day it was five. Our anniversary was six and I’m pretty sure he also used six rolls of tape for those ones. I had to take a nap after fighting to get them open.”

“It was only four rolls if I recall.” Jughead commented and Betty had to bite back her smile, even though his little tradition was become a nuisance.  

Veronica laughed and nudged the box back over to Betty. “The gift is always worth it though, right?” She asked, her hand moving to cover Archie’s that was rested on her swollen stomach. It was crazy to think that this was their last Christmas together, just the four of them,

Betty sighed, glancing back to the raven haired boy who still hadn’t stopped grinning. He leaned over, bringing his lips to her ear, his hot breath causing a trail of goosebumps to make their way down her spine.  “I promise to rub you down afterwards if you’re feeling sore.”

Betty sent him a look, letting him know she would definitely taking him up on that offer, sore or not, and reached for the box.

Six boxes later, her fingers were ready to fall off and there was what she was sure was the world’s largest pile of tape forming at her feet. Thankfully though, his insane taping hadn’t been on all the boxes. Some, including the very last one, had only had a single strip and she wondered if he had gotten tired of taping himself.

Now the last box, or what she hoped was the last box, sat in her lap.

“Is this a key to a new car that’s currently sitting outside with a bow on it?” she asked, turning to Jughead whose amused smile had slowly faded with the more boxes she’d opened.

His eyes lit up, but his soft expression didn’t change. “Maybe next year.”

Betty chuckled, starting on the tape. “Well, I’m pretty sure the only thing that would fit in this box would be a key.” She removed the last piece of tape and moved to open the flaps. “If there’s nothing in here Jug, I swear I’m gonna…”

Her voiced died when she saw what was sitting in the small box.

“Going to what?” Jughead’s soft voice came from in front of her and she looked up to see him now standing before her with an outstretched hand. Her eyes darted from his, to his hand, to the box - once, twice, three times - before she put her hand in his and slowly stood.

“Jug…” she started, her voice just a whisper, but he shook his head, his lips curving as took the box from her hand and took out the small velvet box inside. His hand came to her cheek, his thumb running over it, his lips finding her forehead before he was kneeling down and taking her hand in his.

“I love you Betty Cooper, more than anything in this world.” He started and her vision went blurry. “Even though you probably want to throttle me right now for taping those boxes so much.” He smiled up at her and she couldn’t stop a grin of her own from sliding over her face. He cleared his throat, looking down for a moment before meeting her eyes again. “Seven boxes for seven years I’ve got to spend by your side. Some of them were hard, and more of a struggle to get through than others,” he motioned to the pile of tape and suddenly it all started to make sense. “But we made it every time. No matter what life has thrown at us, we’ve always made it through. We make a pretty great team.”

“We do,” Betty whispered, her hands shaking as she watched him open the small box to reveal a simple and stunning gold ring.

“There’s no one else I’d rather walk through this world with than you, Betts.” He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes briefly before the blue of his met the green of hers. One side of his lips curved up in a half smile. “Will you spend forever with me?”

He could barely get the last few words out before she was in his arms, tackling him to the floor, her lips coming to his. “Yes, Juggie,” she whispered and then smiled against his lips as he hugged her tighter.

It was only after she heard the obnoxious sound of someone blowing their nose that they broke from one another and looked up to see Archie trying to console a very upset Veronica.

Jughead glanced at Betty. “Should I be concerned that she seems more emotional than you?”

Veronica grabbed one of the empty boxes and chucked it at his head, nearly hitting him, but he just laughed. “Shut up, I’m pregnant.” she sniffled, grabbing another tissue. “And that was so beautiful with your stupid boxes and stupid tape and stupid meanings.”

Betty turned to look at Jug, her cheeks starting to hurt from her smile but she didn’t mind. Everything was perfect.

“I didn’t get the chance to put your ring on before you tackled me,” he told her, holding up the box, grabbing the ring out, and taking her offered hand. Betty bit her lip as she watched him slowly side the band onto her finger, her heart pounding in her chest.

She glanced down at the ring on her finger and then up to the man who was staring at her with so much love in his eyes.

“I love you, Juggie.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Betty leaned forward, letting her lips dance across his for a moment before bringing her lips to his ear. “I’m still getting that massage though.”

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The Customer Is Not Always Right: Getting Owned By the Owner Part 2

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Another Riverdale sketch

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People always gloss over how mentally damaging it can be to work in retail. I fucking hate that whenever I say “I could never work in retail again” someone has to reply “You snowflake millennials can’t take a starter job because you have to INTERACT with other people” No. Fuck you. I’ve worked as a planetarium host. I’ve worked as a public speaker. I’ve worked as a tutor and as a student teacher. I can work with people. I can work with crowds. Retail was fucking different. Retail was being treated as a subhuman. Retail was being treated so poorly that you have anxiety attacks before work. Having to work retail was a factor in my last suicide attempt. If I hear you say one fucking word about retail workers playing the victim I will personally break every bone in your body. Fuck You.

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What happens when you ask Rob Raco to read some of the best Tumblr posts from the Riverdale fandom? He talks Joavin, shivving, and alternative show titles.

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Watch: Kristen Bell opens up about the mental health double standard and how she manages her own struggle.

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I am also a therapist and I agree totally! Some people even come to me because they are in a good place but want to get to an even better place!

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Flawed in Tandem - Sweet Pea x Reader

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Sweet Pea x Reader

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Words count: 1584 Warnings: Slight cursing and flashbacks of abuse and sexual abuse. Do not read if easily triggered.

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The nights were the worse. He would lay there for hours - hoping to get sleep, while being afraid of shutting his eyes all at the same time. The silence would get to him - he was used to much louder noises as the night would draw near. Sirens, large dogs barking, beer bottles hitting the wall - and most of the time - screams coming from the hall in his own kitchen.

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i told myself i wasn’t gonna talk about this on the blog and i’m sure i’ll lose plenty of followers but i cannot believe what i’m reading in this fandom. how many brock turners and brett kavanaughs have to attack women at parties before we as a society accepts the basic tenants of consent???? 

look—if you’ve had drunk sex (mutually drunk) and do not have mixed feelings or felt it’s what you wanted, i cannot tell you what you feel, obviously. and….of course, mutually drunk sex happens. it does. 

but i can tell you that if there is an imbalance of power that comes from inebriation, then it is not true consent. if you encourage that imbalance, or brush it off, or worse, brush off the stories from women who were not able to consent vocally or were in a situation that led to or could’ve led to rape because of it—that is rape culture. if the argument is she “wanted it” because she drank, that’s rape culture. and you should be aware of that. 

rape culture, when not malicious, comes from a lack of understanding of consent. rape culture, when malicious, comes from willful ignorance and a lack of respect for the women who have felt like their consent was taken away or not an option—but everyone still blames them. how dare someone attempt to justify and normalize that? to tell a realistic story—sure. it happens. but to frame it romantically? what the hell. this hurts my heart, genuinely. 

rape culture puts the onus on the women, never the men. but we have to change that, and microclimates like fandom are the places to start. we have to create and write male characters who respect women, who do not which to violate their power over them. look at netflix’s to all the boys i’ve loved before—peter kazinsky is the perfect example of a trickle-down-economic soft boy. boys like that are a common fantasy in fic, and then they become popularized in books, and then film, and then it filters into the minds of young men and boys who feel encouraged to be kind and respectful, not that it’s their manly role to be assertive, sexually or otherwise. 

frankly, i have only avoided this kind of drunk-and-cannot-consent situation in life due to a friend of mine looking out for me at a party. what would i have felt afterwards, if things had happened the way i later realized they could’ve? would i have felt guilty, like it was my own fault? who would’ve protected me first, and not the boy? i think about these things a lot. and i’m very lucky that they are hypotheticals for me.

but they are not hypothetical for many women.

so if you’re justifying a willing, overt deception of consent because it’s your ship, i want you to look at that hard and think about the things you’re saying as means to justify it. if it were any other character but your fave engaging in the kind of behavior i’ve listed above, i think we all know you wouldn’t be advocating for it. so think about that, please. thank you. 

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Sweet Pea x Reader | Safe🌹 part 24

Hey! Sorry I’ve been gone for so long without any sign of life! I have been working my butts of all summer and now that school started again, i have even less free time on my hands. Now that Riverdale is back for season 3, I’m gonna try and write again following the storyline of the serpents! This is a small chapter with nothing exciting but it’s the first of the season so bear with me☺️ thank you to everyone who is still here, reading this story xo hope you like it!

PART TWENTY FOUR🌹

I clenched my jaw as Fp tattooed my ribs. I was finally a serpent. This summer had been the best of my life. Being locked in that room for years, I was never able to feel the sun on my face and the humidity in my curls. It had been a year since Sweet Pea found me, drenched in rain water, only an extra large t-shirt covering my shaking body. It had been a year of me being free. The blackhood was gone and the serpents were at their lowest. But we were stronger than ever.

“That ink looks so good on you baby.” Sweet Pea smirked, kissing my shoulder as I sat on his lap.

“I would’ve wanted Joaquin to be here.” I said, thinking about my big brother, who was still in jail.

“I’m sure he’s proud of you. And, you can show him tonight when we visit him. Fangs and Toni said they’ll come too.” Sweets said, pocking my cheek to make me smile.

I nodded and laid my head against his. This summer, I told myself to not be scared and to enjoy the little amount of life every human has.

“Here you go! All done, Welcome to the family Rosie.” Fp said, giving me a hug.

“Thanks Fp. That means a lot.”

“Look at you! You’re our serpent sister now!” Fangs said, giving me a hug and spinning me around.

“Ew no, that would mean i’m dating my sister.” Sweets said, making us laugh.

Sweet Pea took my hand and lead me away from everyone, grabbing his backpack on the way.

“C'mon, I have a surprise for you, we need to celebrate.” He said as we both got on his motor cycle.

He drove for a few minutes until we got to sweetwater river. He laid a blanket near the water and took out a box of chocolate chip cookies and a bottle of coca-cola. Our favorite snack.

“I thought we could spend the afternoon together, just the two of us.”

He reached in his backpack and got out a white rose.

“Sweets… Where did you get this, it’s beautiful!” I said, my hands over my mouth, in shock.

“I might’ve found it in some northsider’s garden… maybe?” He laughed.

“I love you.” I said, looking into his eyes.

“I love you too.”

“Do you love me more now that i’m a serpent?” I asked, smirking.

“Baby I would love you even if you were a ghoulie.” He said.

I looked at him weirdly, making a disgusted face.

“I take it back, I don’t want to imagine you with these fuckers.” He laughed.

I looked into his eyes abd smiled.

“Why are you smiling?” He asked.

“I wanted to thank you.” I whispered.

“For what? Stealing a rose for you?”

“A year ago… You saved my life.”

He smiled, taking me in his arms.

“Best year of my life.”

“Who would’ve believed, you fell in love with the girl who was murdered.” I smirked.

“The girl who came back to life.”

“The girl you bumpted into all those years ago.”

He giggled and kissed me, his hands tanggled up in my hair.

“I never told you this but… You kinda saved my life too.”

“What do you mean?”

“That night, I was so miserable. It had been weeks of me feeling like I wasn’t worth anything. Like I was just another guy that was gonna end up alone. I was driving to the bar, thinkinh getting drunk was gonna help me forget about my shitty life. And I saw this girl. This small girl standing in the middle of the street, scared to death. I knew she was there because of faith. Someone up there, wanted us to cross paths. So we could save eachother.”

I nodded, tears in my eyes. He had never told me this.

“I love you Sweets.”

“I love you more babygirl.”

We spent the afternoon by the lake, playing cards and swimming until Fangs and Toni showed up on their bikes, Cheryl sitting beside Toni, holding onto her waist.

“C'mon lovebirds, we’re gonna be late!”

We drove to the prison, the wind in my hair. I took one deep breath, for Joaquin. I know how he loves motorcycle rides. He had been in jail for a few months and I missed him so much. First they took me away from him and now he’s the one being taken from me. We bought him his favorite cake and we wanted to celebrate me being a new serpent during visiting hours.

I hated that place. Joaquin didn’t deserve to be locked in there.

Sweets and I walked in the prison, Fangs and Toni close behind. A guard asked us for our ID’s and let us in, sending a look at our serpent jackets.

I looked around the visiting area and frowned. Joaquin wasn’t there. I Only recognized Veronica, Archie and a few other inmates that were here all summer. Sweet Pea asked the man where Joaquin was, knowing I was too intimidated to ask.

“You guys are here for Desantos?”

We all nodded, wandering what the hell was going on.

“He’s in the infirmary, only relatives can see him.”

Suddently I had trouble breathing.

“She’s his sister.” Sweet Pea said.

My hands started shaking.

“Show me your ID.” The man said, looking at the small card. “Ok follow me.”

I sent a look towards Sweets.

“You’ll be okay, we’ll wait for you here.” He said, giving my head a kiss.

I followed the man into this dark room, a nurse that looked way more comforting than the man standing in the doorway. Joaquin was laying on the small hospital bed, one of his hands handcuffed to the bed. The right side of his face was all busted and swollen. I walked up to him and tried not to tear up.

“Rosie?” He asked, his voice hoarse and dry.

“What did they do to you?”

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Bullet In A Bonfire

Chapter Four

Sweet Pea x OC

Warnings: Mentions/discussion of rape, swearing, harassment, 

A/N: I’m slowly getting back into my writing, but I’d appreciate if you guys could message me any thoughts you have about the chapter - it’ll help me get back to being my best after everything I’ve been through recently, I’m unable to really read my work without being numb to it after a while. That being said, I’m moving into the second half of the story now - so hopefully it’ll make a little more sense and be a bit more canon. 

Monday morning English seems a world away from the carnage of Saturday night. It feel almost as if the fight at the trailer park never even happened. The halls are somewhat empty, checking my watch I realise I’m half an hour early for class. Groaning, I slide into my seat and stare out of the window.

I hadn’t been able to sleep, which isn’t uncommon for me now. It’s rare that I get a good, uninterrupted sleep. When I’d woken up this morning I hadn’t looked at my clock, merely assuming the time and getting myself organised for school and leaving the house. Now I have to find something to do for half an hour while I wait for classes to begin.

My mind is cast back to Saturday night, against my better judgement. Long after Ethan was shipped off to hospital, Sweet Pea and I remained by our own fire, nursing our injuries and bruised egos. I spent a lot of time in my head that night, thinking about my situation and how it had effected me and those around me.

The change I felt in Sweet Pea’s behaviour toward me is surely due to how I’m handling the aftermath of my prolonged abuse. I can’t say I blame him for wanting to put distance between us emotionally, even physically. I’m hard to be around and talk to now - I’m always thinking that I will get hurt some way or another - even when it comes to Sweet Pea.

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Bullet In A Bonfire

Chapter Three

Sweet Pea X OC

Warnings: Mention of sexual assault, repeated sexual assault, rape induced pregnancy, swearing, drinking, violence, drugs and drug use, mention of suicide. 

A/N: So, I finally finished it. It got a bit shit toward the end, hopefully it’ll pick up once I start writing again I guess. But, here you go lovelies - enjoy it!

Bolting down the hallway toward my English Class with Mrs Mason, heads turn to look at me. If Ethan is back on school grounds, after the stunt he pulled at my locker - Sweet Pea will murder him on sight. The last thing I want or need is Sweet Pea beating Ethan to a pulp on school grounds. Even though this is Southside High, there are still rules and no fighting is one of them; strictly enforced when it comes to the two gangs on campus.

I fling myself around the corner of the main hall, stopping abruptly. Sucking in a shocked breath I look to see Sweet Pea pinning Ethan against the lockers, students watching on in confusion as my ex-boyfriend and best friend hurl insult after insult at each other all the while struggling and fighting each other. My stomach drops upon seeing the bloody lip on Slade’s face.

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Bullet In A Bonfire - Chapter Three Sneak Peek!

Since I finished Erebus, I’ve gone back to writing for Bullet - and let me tell you, it’s been a task! It’s been so long since I’ve been in the frame of mind to write that I’ve almost forgotten who my characters are at their heart of hearts - and who I want them to be by the end of it. So please, hang in there with me while I figure it all out again! 

I have also had some incredibly awful family illnesses come up in the last two weeks, someone in my immediate family has been diagnosed with cancer and isn’t looking to survive and as such, my life if not already upside down - definitely is now. So please, if I go MIA for some reason for any length of time, do know that it isn’t accidental. 

So, here is a sneak peek of chapter three of Bullet!

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