#mortql

        𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚.  𝙖  𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩’𝙨  𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚.   reggie’s  place  to  resort  when  boredom  struck  in  a  palace  too  often  empty.  parents  on a  business trip   (   as  always  )  out  living  lavishly  in  the  private  jet  instead  of  spending  time  with  their  own  son.  pity.  social  media  interested  the  mantle  prince  more  anyway,  an easy avenue for attention when he didn’t feel like asking for it.  a  platform where he got to talk aimlessly about his favorite thing:  HIMSELF.  and yeah, the fans too. his following was nothing to sneeze at,  himself ever  the  influencer in some sense on all platforms, but it wasn’t like people didn’t have anything better to do.  he opens the stream and waits for his audience to pour in, before taking questions.

      gaze  squints  at  the  small,  fast-paced  print that pops up in the comments,  asking  him  random questions until  a classmate  brings  up  what  should be a harmless game.     SMASH  OR  PASS:  RIVERDALE  HIGH EDITION.       it’s  extremely effective in garnering his attention.   ❝    𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨 ?  𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚.     since  you  vultures  are dying to know who mantle the magnificent   would  spend  a  night  with  ...  shoot.  i’ll answer.   ❞    the comments start pouring in, from those with personal investment to those with genuine curiosity. some people submitting themselves, others curious about recent gossip that’d been floating around. the interest is overwhelming but more ... ego - boosting  if he was being honest.  who knew so many people wanted to know what criteria there was for getting in his smoking hot pants.  may as well give the people what they want:  

        ❝    𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚...     DAPHNE  BLAKE      ...      have you seen her ?   girl  has  a  body  like  kylie  but  all  natural.   smash     ...       MIDGE KLUMP.   easy:  smash.  &  she’d say the same, just won’t admit it     ....     hmm     ...      SABRINA  SPELLMAN,  ehhhhhh  smash.  blondes  have  more  fun  but  platinum  blondes?  mmm    ...      BETTY  COOPER?   innocent,  sweet betty cooper?  she’s my best friend.  that’d  be  weird      ...      but since she’s not watching                 smash.   don’t tell her i said that.         HARVEY  KINKLE?   please.   pretty  boy  like  him  wishes.  but  yeah,  smash ,   jesus  you guys  really  aren’t  holding  back  ...   ❞     an  endless  stream  of  comments  all  thirsty  for  an  answer,  pouring  in  faster  than  he  can  pick  up.

         a  sigh,  giving  an  ‘oh  well’  look  to  the  camera,  before  getting  back  on  it:     ❝   giving  the people  what  they  want  i  guess   ...  alright  ...     NANCY  DREW.    ha.  i  think  little  ms.   detective   already  knows  the  answer  to  that  one.  smash      ...       CONNOR  MURPHY.   eugh.  i  guess if  i had a gun to my head.  smash     ...      COURTNEY  CALLAHAN.   duh,   smash.  like  you  wouldn’t  go  for  the  queen  of  reality  tv    ....   HERMIONE  GRANGER  ...    yeah,  i’d say smash.  i  bet  she’s  got  a  dark  side  to her   ...   SWEET  PEA?   sure,  smash.   i  can  be  into  wannabe  greasers  ...     KEVIN  KELLER.   he’s  got  that  innocent-good-boy-next-door-waiting-to-be-ruined  look  so.  yeah,  smash  i  guess   ...     ZOE  MURPHY.   who  ...   ohhhhh   yeah,  right              new  girl.  definitely  smash.  i  should  text  her   ...     aaaand    DELPHI  RENEE.   pass.   kidding ——  that  girl’s  got  an  ass  that  won’t  quit.    might  be  kinda  hard  with  that  stick  up there  but.  smash.  ❞    

dear farmboy

i think ur tractor’s sexy

‘    BECAUSE THAT’S NOT  ,     LIKE  ,     TERRIFYING  .    ’        she’s tired  .     exhaustion like plumes of smoke in the corners of her eyes  ,     in the static of her mind  .     it lingers  ,     unpleasant and vaguely like a migraine  .     vaguely like a scream in the back of the throat  .     lydia wants to get out  ,     she wants to get out of here  ,     but harvey  ,     for all intents and purposes  ,     almost looks calm  .     she huffs  .        ‘    and we’re here because    ?    for once it wasn’t me dragging somebody into the middle of nowhere  .     spill  ,     what’s going on    ?    ’

BOY MADE OF SUGAR AND SUNLIGHT  ,     something cotton  -  candy spun to that sweetness of him  .     honey’d and dripping  .     it is nice  ,     maybe  ,     being recipient of that crooked smile  ,     nice being the cause  .     he smiles like honesty  ,     a kind of kindness of it’s own  .     here  ,     scott slings his backpack just a little higher up his shoulder  ,     bumping into the boy to his left for just a second  .        ‘   oh    —    really   ?   uh   ,     thanks for asking  .     so i had this math test  ,     right    —    ’

❛     what  are  you   implying,     kinkle?     ❜      stood  beneath  a  back-lit  awning,     a  bit  of  the   old  nick   slips  through  as  he  thoughtfully   critiques   the  flannel-clad  mannequin.     swallowing  a  bite  of  soft  pretzel     ---    finally,     a  mortal  invention  he  can   wholeheartedly   endorse     ---     he  gives  his   chaperone   a  pointed  glare.      ❛     that  my   dress  sense   needs  work?     you  realize  this  is  your  jacket.     ❜

          TENSION LIKE HUNGER.     hot enough to liquidate metal.   not in the way he’d prefer.  all this assumption, all these conclusions he seems to draw and claim his transparency. no.  if there’s anything you don’t do to reggie mantle it’s  to  claim clairvoyance. that you see through him.  you’re more than often wrong and he is no different.  knowing it’s disrespectful but pushing still.  he’s more like you than you think.  there’s a chuckle before   a hand, palm first on the other’s chest, sends frame into  wall’s surface. an expression quickly soured.  fingers curled around collarbone,  holding  neck’s  base.  a  touch  that is anything but kind.  read between the lines.     ❝      𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.      ❞    crane of neck to meet, nose-to-nose.  hoping intimidation would clear ambiguity up. something he could normally vibe with but not now.  there’s an answer he wants and it could go either way.    but his hold on the other is  inescapable.  so is his gaze.  eyes finding his.  he hopes you know better than to look away.    ❝     𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙮.   ❞    @mortql​

there’s    a    fond    smile    as    she    looks    at    the    boy  ,        features    ever    soft.        “            don’t    be    scared.            ”        she    takes    harvey’s    hand  ,        urging    him    to    follow.        “            i    just    need    you    to    come    with    me    for    a    minute.            ”