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❝ Dude, you’d be a total asshole if you don’t do it with me, alright? We’re fucking doing it.❞

                     @asianadonis said: Talk about Della and I lmao / some positivity meme ft. @crimejournalist / @crimenovelist and the rest of Della’s blogs

for every 🥝 i get, i’ll recommend a blog i love || @fulldarkncstars​

@snoopered I love so fucking much. Don’t even touch me on this. tbfh. Such a bae Betty if you aren’t following. And honestly the mun herself is just as lovely and a babe. Just so y’all know. Swoon because she is another who digs deep into writing Betty and that is something always to admire. And though we don’t write together. Which I still don’t understand. But I’m also slow. So we can blame it on me. Y’all gotta get within her mind when she talks about Betty or any muses she plays really. It’s honestly wow. I love. Also, I’m always gonna preach about my gf. Cause y’all know I love her ;-; <3 Follow my love, and talk with her about the amazing muses she plays and takes as her own, and make them come to LIFEEEEE. Thank you for honestly being amazing. And for loving Betty. And for making her ksjgdjkdjh just ugh. I admire your writing through and through !!! Never change. Keep doing what you’re doing. 

Ahhhhhh @ MY OTHER HOMIE @oftroubledsouls​ / @asianadonis​ / @beaniewearingcad​ : Seriously holy fuck. I just praise so much. Because jfc. Another multi-muse blog you gotta fucking admire. Seriously. To a T. And not just that blog. But her other blogs are fucking fantastic as well. Honestly from her Multi-Muse blog, to her Jug and to her Reggie. They are all written down perfectly in their own ways. And you can honestly feel just how different they all are. And honestly wow, because the way she captures them all. It’s a talent. Seriously you have to give all of Vivi’s muses a HOLLA. All of them. Because holy fucking shit. Can I say thank you for being the Reggie to my Archie. And also that you opened my eyes to Reggie. Like… that there is more to him.Which I honestly didn’t think there was until you came to my life. And I thank you for that. Because I love him. 

Veronica & Reggie

who hogs the duvet: Veronica.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going: Reggie.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: Both of them? They’re both hella rich, so probably both very creative when giving gifts.

who gets up first in the morning: Reggie.

who suggests new things in bed: Reggie.

who cries at movies: Neither?

who gives unprompted massages: Veronica.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick: Probably both, but only a little bit.

who gets jealous easiest: Reggie.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music: They both equally have embarrassing taste in music.

who collects something unusual: Probably either, unless it’s like collecting people to fall in love with them, and in which case, it’s both.

who takes the longest to get ready: Veronica, though one time Reggie did take longer.

who is the most tidy and organised: Veronica.

who gets most excited about the holidays: Spending time with their families? Neither. Spending time with each other? Both.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Reggie likes to think he’s big spoon, but Veronica (bless her tiny heart) loves being the big spoon.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: Reggie.

who starts the most arguments: Veronica.

who suggests that they buy a pet: Reggie.

what couple traditions they have: Since they both deal with so much, they have to have at least one date a week, even if they’re apart, they have to keep in touch. They celebrate their anniversary every year by going somewhere they’ve never been before.

what tv shows they watch together: Trashy reality tv shows, Mad Men, True Crime Docs.

what other couple they hang out with: Betty and Jughead, obvs. Maybe Archie and whatever girlfriend he’s on by then.

how they spend time together as a couple: Mani/Pedis, it was Veronica’s idea. Galas and other events. Wine nights.

who made the first move: Reggie.

who brings flowers home: Veronica, and if Reggie ever brings flowers instead of jewelry, he’s sleeping on the couch that night.

who is the best cook: Neither. They have a live-in chef.

THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS. || always accepting

72. My muse loves yours; your muse doesn’t feel the same way.

This wasn’t his scene. A party was something that could go one way or the other. The type of party that left him feeling at least a slight bit comfortable, a makeshift bonfire while drinking cheap beer with the Serpents was exactly that type of party. Standing in a beautifully crafted kitchen that was cluttered with old solo cups and bowls of various chips that were actually mostly on the counter was not the typical party of Joaquin DeSantos. He sat in the corner of the kitchen nursing his third cup of the tasteful fruit punch that masked the cheap vodka. The third drink was being sucked down with ease compared to the other two cups that he had sipped on continuously but lasted him a good hour each. 

The change in pace dealt with what his eyes couldn’t break away from, Moose Mason, who was busying himself talking to his Bulldog Brothers on the football team. Jealous? Not really of them. The jealousy came in to play in the fact he didn’t feel as if his presence mattered. The guy was for the most part, openly out and they were dating–okay more like fake dating to prove to a certain ex-boyfriend of theirs that he was missing out. 

—The whole fake dating scenario seemed so dumb now that he was playing the role of forgotten ‘boyfriend’. It also didn’t help the Serpent’s case in that he was completely aware of the creeping feelings toward the other. There was no way to continue denying it when he found himself craving his lips whenever they were around each other and not putting on some show. He also enjoyed hanging out with, which they had begun to do outside of forcing themselves to act like they really did care to be around each other at school and at a certain function. Joaquin wouldn’t admit it but he even loved wearing that dumb letterman jacket that nearly swallowed his body and he was beginning to get the gist of the sports talk. 

Joaquin was becoming bored with his simply being a specter of the rest of the partygoers drunk and happy as they didn’t care about the consequences of who they kissed or what they knocked over in the house that only felt small due to how many people stood around. Pushing himself off the counter, the Serpent made his way to Moose and grabbed his arm pulling him away from one of his friends only being able to recognize him as a basketball player he met once before. If the teen was not so drunk right now, he would have been embarrassed by his actions, pushing forward on his toes as he pulled Moose down for a kiss that was not one of his favorite kisses they had but he was kissing him. He felt that the other returned the kiss for a moment before he pulled away and his attention was elsewhere again. 

His eyes searched for where the other had been looking to now but couldn’t make out much with his blurry vision providing a handicap. “ Again, S’like you don’t want me around. You could give me a lil’ of your attention, Moose. ” Joaquin complained pulling at the sleeve of the other’s shirt to try and get his eyes back on him. “Moose.” The name leaving his lips again, the tone lower as he was about to just give up on him.

“ You normally don’t mind being left alone, Joaquin. ” Was the reply that Joaquin finally got back from his ‘boyfriend’ which still seemed to be lacking any genuine concern that Joaquin wanted attention at this moment from him. It could not be helped but to roll his eyes. Maybe it had been the excessive alcohol he consumed that made him be openly clingy towards the boy who he had a fake relationship with or it was like what they say, honest feelings come out when drunk. 

“ Moose, ” Joaquin stated the other’s name again, putting emphasis on the s sound in the name without purpose. He pushed back up onto his toes as his hand went to his face and turned his head back to look at him. “ Moose, I love you. Like really wanna be with you. Not this bullshit thing we’re doing. ” It wasn’t how he wanted to admit his feelings to the jock but it was out there and the words couldn’t be taken back. And Joaquin really wanted to take everything he said back when he focused on the look Moose was giving him after that all came out. He read it as a mix of an apology and disinterest with the added everything else that made it obvious the feelings weren’t returned. The teen just made a fool out of himself for the hell of it. “ Look, Joaquin, this was all just-- ” 

Those weren’t the start of saying I love you back. When the sentence starts with ‘look’ it’s only to make clear that there is nothing actually going on, no love, not even the thought of a real relationship. Joaquin cut him off from finishing the statement by moving past the larger teen in order to get away from him. His head was kept low so that Moose nor anyone else could see the genuine sadness all of his face and the tears that were burning in his eyes. “ I get it. This was nothing but a freakin’ game. I’m not Kevin. Who you’re jus’ still all about him. It’s fine. ” Most of the words were mumbled and against the blaring music that echoed against the walls of the living room. By the look of it; however, Moose seemed to have caught most of it. For a second, Joaquin thought he was going to grab his arm or even throw a punch at him but in a quick instant, there was just nothing between them. It was over just like that. 

The Serpent tried to just a brief laugh at the fact the ties between them had been severed, without much of any words. It was as if there was an invisible string tied around both their wrists that kept them connected, but a ghost had come and snipped the line. The laugh only ended with him taking in a breath of air as the hurt that grounded into his chest challenged his tough facade. Joaquin knew he had to leave before much more occurred especially since they were standing here silent at a party. He finally remembered how to work his feet and took off to the front door, slamming the door behind him, the cool night air hitting his cheeks creating the sting of his eyes to worsen. Not once did he look back as he walked his sad ass back to the Southside to his trailer not even ashamed of the fact that tears were easily rolling down his cheeks. 

Ashley makes aesthetics. 

‘‘Can’t say I’m surprised about this. It was only a matter of time before you admitted it. Now what?’‘

"See this?  This is exactly why I didn’t tell you.  You’re hot as fuck, but then you open your mouth and all I want to do is hit you.”