《Riverdale Imagines!》Jughead Jones: Twin Size Mattress
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Based off: Twin Size Mattress by The Front Bottoms
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A smile fell across your face as you saw the familiar beanie through the crowd. When he reached you, you noticed the look on his face. "What's wrong?" You asked as you placed your hands on his cheeks. "Trouble at home," he mumbled as he leaned into your touch. You sighed as he wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder.
"Jughead, please just come inside," the boy shook his head as he clung to the branch of the tree. "I can't burden you with my problems," he said, the dark circles under his eyes getting worse. "Please, Jug," you whispered, tears forming in your eyes. "I love you, so much. But I can't do this to you," he mumbled as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before climbing down the tree to leave you with your thoughts.
A smile spread across your face as you thought back to a year ago. A squealed escaped your mouth as Jughead splashed water onto your face, Archie running into the lake as well. Betty and Veronica laughed as the boys teamed up against you in a splash war, you obviously losing. The smile and twinkle in his eye reminding you why you loved him so much. When the memory ended, you could still feel Jughead's soft kiss but it hit you like a punch to the face.
"Jughead! Just let me help you!" "No, (Y/n)! I don't want you involved in anything having to do with the black hood. I can't put you in harm's way like that," he mumbled as he pressed his forehead to yours, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. A sigh escaped your mouth as you gave into him, cuddling back into his chest as the movie continued.
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Of course, all good things have to come to an end. Jughead avoiding you like you were some plague and you hurting every day. Ever since the two of you separated, Jughead distanced himself. Every time you looked at him, you prayed he wouldn't move on and he would come back to you but that isn't how life works. Jughead woke up, sweat pouring down his face for the tenth night in a row as his breathing was rigid.That same nightmare kept playing over and over again, the nightmare where he had lost you forever due to a fight over the black hood.
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8 332I was revived by my best friend
After my unexpected death, I learned that my best friend is the son of a great necromancer! My friend spent years running away from his dad, but there he is now, learning the ins and outs of necromancy at a fast pace, all for my sake. As for me, I'm happy to be still around and kicking. Bit by bit, I'm adapting to my new life as an evolving undead. So many things have changed: my everyday life, my senses, my view of the world and necromancy… Luckily, I kept my soul! That's cool because I kept my memories, but that also means I'm… just me. My high-school grades aren't going to improve miraculously! This slice-of-life, urban fantasy saga tells the story of a high-schooler undead, his master, and their companions. It takes place in a world of superpowers and qi practitioners, two thousand years after the Big Blend, when our Earth was pierced by a rain of giant Crystals and everything teleported away: cities, monuments, forests, and even mountains got shuffled! Updates Tuesdays and Saturdays. This is a Creative Commons By work.
8 166The Beta Test
Our nameless narrator participates in a beta test for an early VRMMO game Meridian 60. That's not the real name but it captures the spirit of the adventure given the chronological and contextual era of the game. His character is unique and special but purely for mundane reasons and not because of any inherent or social significance. The first chapter which is mandatory to submit a story on RR serves as a bit of a prologue with some exposition, although I limited that to a reasonble level. I plan to begin releasing additional chapters starting Thursday, to align with the 48 hour submission approval process and also because I have something to do Wednesday. I haven't written anything but the summary and first chapter, nor have I plotted anything out. This is because my plan is to release roughly 34000 words a day, 10 chapters of ~12.5 pages each, for 3 days at which point the story will be complete. I'd have liked to plan for more but handling the interface tables and so forth needed for a data heavy litrpg slows down the writing process. 100k words is a bit short, a standard pre epic fantasy 300 page spec fic novel, but this is mostly a writing exercise and I am considering a longer project if I can maintain the pace. Probably do a different concept, maybe a dungeon core, over 5 days, since a 500 page novel is more common these days. Slight subversion of VRMMO stories Stat heavy/crunchy No paying your bills by gaming No out of game conspiracies No angst, interpersonal drama, or damsels/dudes in distress Schedule is 30000 words a day excepting the first chapter, a limitation of RRs fiction submission system Fantasy, high magic, male lead, no party, guild, or harem No gore, some profanity, no sexual content, and no current plans for anything traumatic
8 92The King's Dungeon
The world of Praelium is a simple one. Wake up in the morning, get dressed, eat some breakfast, stare at the outside scenery and look at all the wild monstrosities that roam the landscape. Oh, and you can't forget the constant battle. Or the magic. And the guilds. Infact, Praelium really isn't simple. Everything is a constant battle to survive, as even in the most peaceful of cities, someone or something will always be out there, rooting for your demise. And the thing that cheers the most for the immediate dissipation of your frail soul? Dungeons. Areas of landscape that are unusual in every way. Vast deserts the size of planets, oceans of lava, you name it, a Dungeon can have it. But in this story? We aren't talking about any old, run of the mill, "Hurr durr, monster, battle, treasure!" type of Dungeon. We're talking about the Dungeon of a King. That's right, you heard me loud and clear. We're following the Dungeon of a King, and its Master, Basileus, in their conquest to become Praelium's greatest, most hated. Praelium's most revered, most feared. Praelium's most adored, most scored. Praelium's finest Dungeon, the cream of the crop, the Dungeon of Dunegons, and the one that will rise above all!
8 201My Fantasy
The Story of a Peasant Boy named Edgar who despite all the hardships and tradegies that he had to go through still manage to rise to become the Hero of his own story. (So im not really sure where this is going but who cares its just for fun and do give me some feedback so I can fix my errors which I know I have plenty of) (Im gonna check all the Content Warnings in case I decide to explore some dark thoughts)
8 140Re:Serpent, the Struggles of a 'Snake' to Survive and Evolve...
*Heyo, Evil Overlord here. As some may know, I am the main editor of VanZans, and his fiction, Those Who Aspire to Become Gods. If you do not know, check his work out and see for yourself. This is my first story to test my skills as a writer and a story teller. This may or may not be continued depending on my choice, and available time I have.*Hello, ghost audience, my name is Heibai. It stands for black and white in Chinese, and yes I am Asian, though I grew up in America. I was an orphan, now adopted into a rare family dojo in Chinatown in a certain state. Now I am reincarnated into a 'snake'...killed by a goddamn truck, conjured by fate's sick sense of entertainment, and died attempting to save my sister (she is not related by blood by the way) when I tried to shield her from harm, and here I am...in a new world, primitive, war-torn, and semi-corrupt. Disgusted by the contents of this fantasy world, I must survive and discover the truth to my sudden...rebirth...and find my sister if she is also here, human or not. My main goal of this story...is to fight on and learn as much as I can, and my secondary goal, to see if I can return home...human or NOT.*Might include blood and some gore
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