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i-literally-cant-with-this · 3 days

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Take 2 on this bitch. Apparently I was tagging wrong. Whatever.

MDNI UNDER THE CUT.

A/N ::: This is really short, I promise.

C/W ::: Chubby F.reader (because werewolves love a chubby bitch). Talk of periods, ovulation, Werewolf! Baji and new Werewolf! Chifuyu. You know. Implied monsterfucking. Run of the mill stuff.

I may elaborate on this because my FUCK. Thinking about being fucked/knotted by Baji and/or Chifuyu has my hoo-hah doing flips right this second 😰. Also, I won't if no one gives a shit. And that's fine, too! But I'm going to wait and see the outcome of the interest (or lack thereof) before I go writing 5 pages of monsterfucking - also, In my year of being on here and writing, I've never delved into this facet of fiction. So, let me know what you all think <3.

Thinking about seasoned Werewolf! Baji and newly turned Werewolf! Chifuyu. How they can smell when you're ovulating. They know because you snuggle up extra close to them when the sun goes down so your poor, smaller (but still adorably chubby) body doesn't get too cold (you get like that before your period sometimes.)

How they both take an extra interest in your overly sensitive nipples. Each taking turns lick, lick, licking and then nibbling. And you wince at the delicious pain of the direct attention on you.

Chifuyu, while not yet as adept in his scent detection, can still smell your arousal from rooms away.

Baji merely looks at you and knows immediately what's going on in that tight, wet little cunt of yours. He can see the dusting of pink across your sweet cheeks. He detects the slightest fluctuations in your pupils, too.

You're definitely in for it every night month for as long as they're around. They're competing for your affection. And while they say to one another before you're pulled to the mating chambers room and pushed down on the bed, "May the best wolf man win", they're both secretly hoping they're the ones who'll plant their pup in your garden of Eden.

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statticscribbles · 2 years

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Howl Hurt

🎃 Sweet Pea/Reader; Werewolf AU

The Serpents were a pack. Everyone knew that. What most people didn’t know is there were smaller sub-packs within that. Jughead was still trying to fight Toni to be the Alpha, but everytime he went to challenge her; he ended up on the ground; still a beta.

While Jughead hated being a Beta you were more than happy to be one. You were dating Sweet Pea who was an Alpha; one of the sub-packs within the Serpents; it wasn’t as big as the sub-pack Toni had; since she was in charge of the older Serpents who weren’t in FP’s main pack.

There had been reports of a hunter from Greendale coming too close into the Serpent’s territory. Normally there were issues with the Northsiders trying to scare or attack pack members but it never went as far as hunting; they knew when to leave the werewolves alone. That or they didn’t know how valuable it would be to certain people to kill a werewolf.

Greendale knew; they had so much supernatural it was overflowing into Riverdale; or at least that was the rumor of how werewolves first came to Riverdale.

The hunter was out; Toni and Jughead had been fighting again’ you’d been dedicated as messenger between them. They just had to pick the opposite ends of the Southside. Jughead was practically on the Northside at this point which was a whole other issue that Toni never brought up; she knew it would solidify his place as beta of the pack; or worse; his dad kicking him out.

It was easier to stay in your wolf form; it made travel faster; it made it safer Of course Jughead invited you in, Fangs was there so it was technically a meeting so you’re still human when you leave.

You’re still human when the hunter attacks. You shift fast; but not fast enough before you can feel the burning of a silver knife. It catches your shoulder and you realize this isn’t a hunter; well not a full fledged one. An apprentice making his first kill to become an official hunter; he was going to kill you, you realize.

You dodge the next knife strike; but can hear the snap when a trap closes over your ankle; it’s not broken; just sprained. But the trap is doing its job; keeping you stuck in the place. You’re confused; normally the hunters just kill werewolves. He’s unloading something. A cage, your stomach sinks; you wonder if he’s been told to bring you in alive; to kill you on Greendale's land so they can see; so he has proof he did it himself.

The cage snaps into place; and so do Sweet Pea’s teeth around the hunters leg. He screams; and Sweet Pea shoves him to the ground, growling and dragging his claws down the hunters front. You know Sweet Pea will make this hurt. You do your best to look away when the hunter starts screaming.

You can feel the cage lifting and you grimace as you can feel Sweet Pea’s hands prying into the trap. It doesn’t budge.

“We’ll have to go to the rest of the pack or Curdle for that to be removed; can you walk at all?” You’re not sure why he asks; but you find you can put weight on your ankle; just that the trap is too heavy for you to lift it.

“It’s fine I can carry you no problem.” He laughs when you squeak as he picks you up; you clearly weigh nothing to him even with the trap.

Sweet Pea doesn’t say much while carrying you, he doesn't say much when he brings you to Dr. Curdle to remove the trap from your ankle.

It’s only when it’s off and you’re back in the trailer does he wrap his arms around you, and mostly through sobs just repeats.

“I love you.” Over and over until you’re pretty sure he’s not even saying the words anymore and you’re also not sure if you’re dreaming he’s saying it or he actually is because you wake up in the middle of the night his arms wrapped around you.

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zengroove · 1 year

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Advance is Death clause or same cause drop the plot I forget to accept a front leading to me own Death I just shred wanting only what's mine money is no good if it leads u to chalkline before u can spend it label become ya beneficiary that often ends it forgotten unsoften unlost still hot when I drop this Bassline from Salem's Lot Fangs out running mutt werewolves out they stink like fleas n tics leech spit can't get with it so explicit a sticcer u gonna need it ZG Fire flame in ya Cypher of pain I'm still the same and shadows know me name Foe pool ball off me bank scratch close real locced n latch 18 wheels jaccknife that hatchbacc windows cracc as Souls fall bacc NYX IS 6 STRING SATIN BLACC yeah this is Southside thump Bass boom like landmines home of starshine breathe in the Divine can u say HORNS? 1 Ram in Alana scorned to be reborn 2nd chance adorned in circumstance on me way to mosh pits metal shirts tattoos n drunkenness 1 LiFe 1 Love 1 Love 1 LiFe witness effortless next key phrase to me G SHARP til it hit hard strength n memory inside scars so much heart Foes wanna restart this no game we play inside hallways Hell made until ya feel safe I feel Bass this flow unleashed from a Death Metal cage unchained inside a flame I don't wanna contain the glass is stained what's changed is the way it's arranged.

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southsidewrites · 3 years

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“Isn’t it a little cold to be watching the movie from the concession stand?”

Joaquin forced a shrug, trying not to stare into those endless green eyes. This guy was friends with a Lodge, and that was certainly not a person he should be into. “Guess I just run hot.”

“Mhm.” Those green eyes ran down his body, and he nodded. “You sure do.”

Joaquin’s heart nearly flew out of his chest, and he had to clench his teeth to keep his jaw from dropping. Was he flirting with him?

Apparently, his dumbfounded silence wasn’t much of a deterrent because the hot guy just kept going. “What’s your name?”

He could handle that question. “Joaquin,” he managed, glad he was still capable of forming words.

“It’s good to meet you, Joaquin,” he said, his flirty grin returning. “I’m Kevin.”

The Secrets We Keep | Chapter Two

The Southside of Riverdale is a natural playground of forests, rivers, cliffs, and lakes. It’s a picturesque paradise, but it’s a paradise with an ancient secret. For generations, there have been whispers of giant wolves—wolves too big to be anything but supernatural. The locals have always told stories, whispers around a campfire about the shapeshifters that kept their people safe from mythical dangers. No one expected the whispers to be real.

Jughead was never one to believe in scary stories. At least, not until the moment he explodes into a giant, angry furball. On the day of his transformation, Jughead suddenly finds himself in the midst of something much bigger and much more dangerous than he could have ever imagined. All he wanted to do was make it through Sophomore year relatively unscathed, but that was about to get a whole lot more difficult.

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Pairings: Betty x Jughead, Joaquin x Kevin

Rated: M

Word Count: ~3.5k

Part 1/? of the Southside Werewolves Anthology

I can’t believe I’m coming back to this fic after two years!! It’s so exciting to get back in the swing of writing, and I can’t wait to get back into the Southside with this fic and anthology. There is definitely more to come from this fic, and I’d love to hear what characters you’re enjoying, as I’m always looking to write more one-shots in the AU. Thanks so much for either sticking around or giving this fic a chance!

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justinalovee · 3 years

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Done with love

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Chapter:6

Notes: The last part of this chapter is a time jump, but everything will be explained through flashbacks.

⚠️smut warning⚠️

Jughead shoved the door to Blair’s trailer opened. Rushing inside with his father closely behind he barged into the bedroom where the noise was coming from.

He halted when he saw what was going on. Blair was screaming in her sleep. His dad tapped him on the shoulder and pulled him backwards. They both walked quietly out of the trailer. Jughead was confused, but trusted whatever his dad’s plan was.

“It’s alright everyone!” FP announced, to everyone staring at them. “I promise everything is fine, we have it under control.” Happy nobody else was listening, he leaned into his son, “We need to talk.”

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“She’s a what?” Fangs asked, confused.

“A banshee,” Toni repeated FP’s words. “I’ve heard of them. I just expect them to look so-”

Jughead let out a chuckle, “normal? If you haven’t noticed we turn into wolves.”

The pink haired serpent shrugged. “So sue me, I expected them to all be ugly.”

“So what's the plan? Do we need to run her out of town or what?” Sweet pea asked, earning him a few glares.

“No, we don’t need to do that.” Jughead explained. His dad had given him a brief rundown before FP had to leave for work. “Banshee’s aren’t a threat to us, if anything they are an asset.”

“They predict death. Don’t you think that’s weird?”

“Sweet pea, you get off drinking blood. That’s weird.” Jughead scoffed, “the point is Blair’s not a threat. The only problem is she doesn’t know what she is yet.”

Fangs frowned confused, “what does that mean?”

Toni sighed, “we need to let her figure it out for herself.”

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A few months had passed since Jughead found out what Blair was, and he had never been so happy that they had soundproofed her trailer.

“Fuck, don’t stop!”

Jughead had no intention of stopping, if anything his thrusts became faster. He bit down on Blair’s breast while she bounced on top of him. He moved his thumb to toy with her clit.

“Whatever you do Jones, don’t stop!”

He smirked as she screamed his name. Feeling Blair clenched down on him, he came shortly after her. Panting and gasping his name. After he came Blair rolled off him.

“Get out,” she said while yawning.

Jughead rolled his eyes. Not this again. “Are we really still fighting?”

“Yes, now get out.”

Turning to face her he rested his hand on her bare stomached, His touch caused goosebumps to spread across her skin. “Are you sure? I can always stay a little longer.”

Blair felt the fire in her stomach starting again, Jughead knee what he was doing. He moved his hand down lower, and inserted a single finger making her cry out in pleasure.

Their argument wasn’t serious, and Blair didn’t feel like arguing with Jughead anymore.

“Fine, you can stay for a little longer.”

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under-wcrlds · 4 years

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Liability | Werewolf AU

Crossposted: Wattpad, AO3

Pairing: SweetPea x OC

Summary: An omega. Packless, orphaned, alone. By pure chance stumbling into a world of gangs, rivalry and all out war. A young ruler. The burden of his people heavy on his back as he ascends to his rightful place as pack alpha.

In which Sweet Pea, soon to be alpha of the Southside serpents, partakes in the mating ritual

Chapter Rating: SFW

Warning/s: Referenced Nudity

It was a clear autumn night and the quarter moon was clearly visible above the forrest. Flickers of warm, amber light creeped through the trees from the clearing ahead, where several torches lined the outskirts of the forest. Within the torch light, a hundred or so people had gathered, forming a U shape that reached the lapping shores of the lake ahead. Leia quivered at the sight, scurrying to catch up with the small party of women she was travelling with. They hadn't noticed her falling behind, too preoccupied with their fussing over the youngest of them, a pretty blonde Beta called Betty. She was being presented at the Mating moon and her mother, Alice, had decked her out like a porcelain doll. Perfectly curled hair brushed gently against the shoulder of her lace tiered, baby pink dress. Betty was clearly nervous, as she and her mother bickered in hushed toned over weather she should wear a jacket or not. However, Leia didn't mind, she was just grateful they'd let her come along with them. She didn't have a family or a pack to take her to her own mating moon, so Leia just wanted to see what it was like for once in her life. The Mating Moon was a sacred ceremony and though Leia wasn't being presented tonight, she felt nerves eating at her. The ground ahead of them, where the others had gathered, practically radiated power. Alphas and Betas from every corner of the Continent were here to find their other half. She almost hesitated but quickly thought better of herself, this might be her only chance to see the ceremony.

As they approached the edge of the treeline, Leia could see some familiar faces. Archie Andrews' red hair shone in the firelight and she didn't miss the way Betty flushed bright red when she saw him. However, for every face she recognised there was ten she didn't. Leia's breath hitched a little as they reached the other wolves, their party easily melting into the crowd. The mass parted to let Betty through into the middle where the other unmated wolves stood. She moved hastily to join the small gaggle of Betas, looking especially nervous now she was there. Like Betty, most of the Beta's looked neatly dressed and equally as terrified. Beside them, the juxtaposition was clear. The group of young alphas on their left looked infinitely more confident, Archie among them. The males were shirtless and the rest were in activewear that ranged from sports bras to cropped sports tees. In both cases, what was exposed of their torsos was covered in intricate body paint signalling their pack affiliation. On Archie's pale chest, Leia easily recognised the Bulldogs symbol. She wondered what kind of rites Betty would have to do if Archie really was her mate. Just the thought of being taken across the country to partake in a whole new ritual was terrifying, and once again Leia was glad she was not participating. Though, there was a twang of heartache. Like every wolf she longed for her mate, but as an omega without a pack she could not partake in the Mating Moon ceremony. The ceremony itself was mainly to keep the peace between the North American packs, part of an annual, month long lycan conference between the packs. In order to keep relations friendly, the conference was held in a different region each year. This was the first time Riverdale had held the lycan conference in over a century.

Hermione Lodge, as Riverdale's new Alpha, began the proceedings. Leia shuddered, the whole Lodge family made her uneasy. Each Pack began to present their unmated alphas, with Leia recognising Cheryl Blossom, Riverdale High school's head Bitch in charge as well as Hermione's daughter, Veronica, the sharp tongued brunette that had caught Archie's eye. It was strange thinking some of the alphas competing would go on to participate in the alpha ceremony next month and begin to lead their respective packs.

The alphas themselves, seemed keen to display their prowess, eager to impress future mates. Leia watched them move, strong muscles under shining taught skin as they began placing themselves along the shoreline. Leia pulled her jacket tighter around herself at the sight of the freezing water lapping against bare feet. Some of the West Coast wolves looked cold already.

Betty was the last of the Beta's to be presented but before Alice could even finish, a long howl pierced the night sending violent shivers up Leia's spine. The whole gathering fell deadly silent. Another alpha. Not just any alpha, a pack alpha. The hush over the ceremony was suffocating. Leia glanced around trying to think of which pack was missing. Anxiety had begun to build in her stomach, filling her with a slight queazy feeling. There was a low murmur as the crowd filling the opposite side of the circle parted to make way for another pack as they emerged from the trees. As they stepped into the light, realisation finally began to dawn on Leia.

"The Southside Serpents are here to present their pledges." FP Jones, fresh from prison. Behind him a dozen or so young wolves. All clad in black, well-worn leather jackets. Leia shivered. The Serpents were notorious in these parts. They made their own rules and those rules were trouble. So far, she'd never seen them in person, only heard the stories. Criminals, thugs, outlaws. Hiram Lodge growled disapprovingly.

"The Serpents were not invited for a reason."

A weathered elder from one of the Northern packs snarled at Hiram with surprising authority. "Lycan lore states any pack may present pledges. Let them have their right." Lodge grumbled but knew better than to argue with a law so sacred.

The crowd reluctantly melded back to form around the serpents. Leia felt uneasy just facing them. However, she watched as out from the pack came a beta. He was on the skinnier side and dressed in the same dark leather jacket as the rest of his pack as well as a battered grey beanie in the shape of a crown. Leia recognised him as FP Jones' son, just as cunning and calculating as his father. Betty moved stiffly to the side to let him into the line of betas, keeping her eyes firmly forward. However Leia saw the quick glance Jones gave the blonde as he silently moved next to her. Seeing more movement, Leia glanced back at the serpents as they let second boy through to the middle. He was easily half a foot taller than Jones with soft, dark curls and strong, broad shoulders. Leia couldn't explain it but her heart began to race as she watched him effortlessly shrug off his leather jacket. He peeled off his ratty tank top to reveal black paint smeared in lines down his face, torso and encircling his biceps. An Alpha she realised. Leia felt very uncomfortable, but it wasn't just his rank that had put a shock of fear into her. As if sensing her discomfort, the Alpha turned.

His eyes were a deep, captivating brown that made her shiver and her hair stand on end. Her breath had caught in her throat and she began to feel slightly suffocated by his closeness, as if all the people between them had disappeared. It felt like he was looming over her. Her chest felt small and tight but she couldn't look away. As she took another breath, she was overwhelmed by the earthy scent of smoky pine and petrichor that enveloped them. With a cocky smirk, as if he knew the turmoil she was experiencing, he turned away to join the rest of the alpha's at the waters edge. She was dizzy, both her head and her heart racing. Beside her, Alice Cooper placed a concerned hand on Leia's shoulder, jolting the younger wolf back to her body.

Leia couldn't stay put anymore, she pushed through the crowd and stumbled into the forrest. She heard Alice call after her but she hardly cared, she would apologise later but right now she needed to get away. She had no clue where she was going, all she knew was she needed to get away from here, and fast. Behind her a howl broke the low hum of chatter, it was different than anything she'd ever heard. The noise sank deep into her bones, almost stopping her in her tracks. There was a pain in her chest, her heart felt heavy and the whole situation was becoming more nauseating. She stumbled, scrambling through the undergrowth as she broke into a run, desperate to put as much distance between the Alpha and herself. She tore through the trees as fast as her legs could take her, tumbling over roots and rocks, branches tearing against her skin. Bleeding slightly, caked in dirt and her breathing laboured she finally shifted form, tearing out of her clothes as she did so. Her pace increased, she pushed on for miles, her fur snagging in brambles and branches. She could sense someone following her, but she was sure she was slowly losing them.

She continued to run at full kilter as the night wore on and her muscles grew tired. Dawn was breaking by the time she slowed her pace, out of breath and panting. She was far in the hills now, but she was too tired to worry about finding her way home. For now she needed rest and shelter, she could worry about that later. The mating moon ritual would be well over now, fear of rogues dying with the sun. Leia slowed to a stop as she approached a cliffs edge, raising her head to sniff for any presence of other wolves that might have been following. She smelled nothing but pine. She stretched in the light of the sun, trying to relieve her muscles of their ache. Finding solace and shelter under fallen rocks, she curled up and let herself succumb to exhaustion.

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mieteve-minijoma · 5 years

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The Watcher In The Woods: Chapter 6

Chapter 6:

“Anyone who isn’t Chuck, out !” Betty shouted, sending all the players scrambling out of the room and onto the football field. Once they were alone, Jughead could almost feel the temperature drop in the room at her stare.

“Bitch, please. What the hell are you going to do, tell your mommy and daddy? They can’t touch me, I’m a God remember? Nothing is stronger than me,” Chuck laughed in her face, flipping her ponytail before turning back around. Jughead froze as he watched Betty’s pendant began to glow, her eyes becoming completely filled with obsidian darkness.

“I am...”

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princesweetpea · 5 years

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Dead Moon

“Don’t go into Fox Forest tonight,” Sweet Pea warned cautiously. Rory raised an eyebrow inquisitively. “You’ve heard about the animal attacks, right?”

“Oh, please,” Rory scoffed. “Bears and mountain lions… In Riverdale? Yeah, right.”

“Not bears or mountain lions. Wolves.”

“And how would you know that there are wolves?” She challenged as she plopped her head on her hand. He rolled his eyes and waved her off dismissively. “Have you ever seen a wolf around here?”

“Maybe a few times,” He replied stoically, intensely maintaining eye contact. “Besides, some hunters have decided to take matters into their own hands and have started patrolling to shoot anything that moves.”

“Do you really think they’re dumb enough to shoot people jogging on the trails?” Rory scoffed.

“Definitely.”

“I’ll take my chances. Besides, I’m much more afraid of what a human would do to me than an animal.” Rory stated, shuddering.

“For fuck’s sake, Jones – Just… don’t go into the woods tonight.”

“Now, what am I going to do with you?” He slowly staggered over to the seemingly lifeless body on the bunker floor before squatting down to examine it. He sighed before sweeping her hair out of her face, revealing her widened eyes and slacked jaw. Her breathing was shallow, her panicked eyes darting in every direction not to look at him. “You’re going to be alright, okay? Though, you wouldn’t be in this position if you just listened to me for once in your goddamn life.” He grumbled. He examined the small room, now spattered with blood. He knew he would have to bleach everything later.

“You – you –” Rory attempted anything coherent, but immediately began coughing up blood before she could.

“Yeah, I’m…” He sighed. “Look, I know you might be thinking that this entire time it has been me, but it hasn’t. There are others, and I didn’t do this to you.”

“You’re a monster.” She choked. He winced.

“It’s like this,” Sweet Pea paused for a moment as he searched for a rag, then continued once he found one. “You either fight it or accept it. After that, you either fear it or control it,” a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he attempted to wipe his blood-stained hands. “I’m still working on the whole ‘control’ thing,” With another look at his hands, no cleaner than they were before, he abandoned the rag by throwing it to the side. “I don’t like what I’m becoming. I need help. I don’t intend to hurt any of those people. I especially don’t mean to hurt you.” He knew that she was dying and that there was only one thing that he could do if he wanted to save her while simultaneously keeping his secret safe.

“Have you hurt someone?” She let her tears freely fall now.

“A few times,” He stated somberly. She began to pale, and he knew that he would have to act fast. “Listen, Rory, you’re losing a lot of blood. You’re going to die,” he informed her shakily. “I might be able to save you, but there’s a price.”

“What is it?” Rory sobbed.

“I give you the bite and you’ll be like me… but it might not work,” He raised her bloody wrist to his lips. “It’s completely your decision.” Her cries ceased and she was silent for a long while. Sweet Pea was afraid that she had succumbed to her wounds.

“Just do it.” Rory finally whispered.

Her screams would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Sweet Pea bolted upright in his bed, his chest heaving and sweat drenching his wifebeater. It was the most vivid dream that he ever had… The screaming was still ringing in his ears. He sighed, doing his best to steady his heartbeat as he began to twiddle his thumbs. Something was… off. When he looked down at his lap, his claws were still out and his hands were blood-stained.

“No,” he exhaled. His heartbeat picked back up as he fumbled for his phone, dialing the only person that knew what he was. “No. Please, god, no.”

“Hello?” The voice on the other end rasped, sleep evident in his voice.

“Fangs, I think I did something.”

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steelcitymoon · 7 years

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Sorry for the late post everyone... first time I've been home in about 36 hours.

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gallavichfanficlibrary · 3 years

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Day 3

1. Do you think fluff has over taken angst since Ian and Mickey got married?

Absolutely. Season 6 era fics produced some favorites of mine with the whole post season 6 divergence kind of angst with a happy ending fics, but in return the fandom itself was going through it. People hated Ian with a passion (thats thankfully died down a lot) and missed Mickey enough to cause a mass removal of fics (and also all that high emotions caused a lot of drama from what I’ve heard, which naturally ran off others).

Nowadays there’s so many fics of just them being happy and in love. So so in love. And of course people are still going to be inspired to write some sad pieces (we’re all working through something) but the energy in the writing part of this fandom just feels more balanced. And yes, I do have my fair share of complaints about the fandom, but it’s still way more pleasant now than when I first joined. - MMW

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The fandom was definitely going through it when I joined. I was going through it. It was so painful and people have created the most heart-wrenching stories based on that emotional pain. I remember using the phrase "canon-like brand of heartbreak" while writing comments and it was meant as a compliment for recreating this angst the canon gave us. Fluff definitely prevails now. I still don't know if I like it or not. On the one hand - I want #feels. On the other hand - I think I cried all my tears out in 2017-18. Am I ready to cry more? -CJ

2. Is there an underrated or rare trope that you wish more people would write about?

I would like more AUs based on other media, but not strictly based. Does that make sense? I love when people love another show, book, or movie so they write an AU verison (not crossover) with the Shameless characters, but give it their own Southside spin.

Also Sci Fi. Robots/Space/Aliens, etc. So fun. Especially if you can flawlessly explain why a robot verison of Mickey or an Alien Ian would have their canon personalities lol. -MMW

Rec:

What’s Your Name Trooper? A double whammy, both a movie/game AU and Sci-Fi 😉. I was so hoping Jedi Fallen Order would inspire more Star Wars works and it really hasn’t (to the level I expected)! It breaks my heart because there’s so much potential. In this particular work, Mickey’s a storm trooper while Ian is basically Cal.

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I agree about Sci-Fi! Space is so cool, come on :D But also, anything with magical creatures that is not about werewolves or vampires. Not that there's smth wrong with these tropes, I like them! I just want to see more. Mermaids, shapeshifting, all that jazz. Give me Urban Fantasy AUs. Give me a monster vs. monster hunter fic where the monster turns out to be a hot shapeshifting boy :D I'll just leave this art here (NSFW). -CJ

Rec:

The Ocean has its Secrets Mama Milkovich takes her babies on a trip to the ocean where Mickey meets his best friend Ian for the first time and is utterly fascinated by the merboy and his tail. AKA the one where Mickey falls in love with Ian in all forms, even fishy ones. (Had to think about that rec a lot, because as I said - not enough fics!)

🌟Which fanfic era do you prefer - angst or fluff? What is your favorite underrated trope you wish more authors wrote about? Leave a comment or send us an opinion🌟

#shameless #gallavich #shameless finale

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statticscribbles · 1 year

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Monsterous Chpt. 4

Summary: Givewaway, Multi-Chapter, Supernatural AU, Sweet Pea/Reader/Reggie Mantle; A fight happens and realizations are had

Chapter 4/6

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”Y/N! Hey are you, are you okay?” Reggie watches you as you pick at the food you’d ordered.

“Of course…”

“You worried about the town's secrets? It can be a lot I know; I could always just spill it, we can talk about it, it’s just not… Well people don’t usually last long once they find out, they either join up, like Veronica; or uh, leave..” He shrugs a little.

“Leave?”

“Die.”

“Die??!?!?!” You scream whisper into your burger and Reggie nods.

“Yeah we’re uh, we’re monsters Y/N.”

“Oh haha, yeah I get that half the town is in a gang or there’s like drugs involved but…”

“No, monsters. I’m a werewolf, a rarity for the Northside, the Southsider’s are almost always werewolves…”

“Almost always?” You decide it can’t hurt to play into the joke Reggie is playing on you.

“Sweet Pea is a vampire, most vampires are..”

“From the northside?” You finish and he nods.

“So you like change during a full moon? Isn’t that like next week?”

“Mhm, also change with strong emotion.” Reggie nods into his burger and you eat in silence for a moment before you just laugh and shake your head at him.

You scowl and Reggie just chuckles a bit.

“Why do you think this is so funny!!! Stop lying!!!”

“I’m not, we’re all monsters here, you must be some kind of one to have been able to move in and not be prey for us.”

“I’m not!” You snarl and he chuckles, but then you shove him back, trying to get out the door.

“Y/N, you can’t leave, it’s not safe out there….”

“Safer than in here with you!” You shout and he frowns.

“Y/N don’t, don’t be like… that..” He grimaces a little and you sneer.

“Oh sorry am I hurting your feelings, you're going to give me puppy dog eyes to win me back.” It’s stupid, you don’t really know what you’re saying but you know ever since Reggie had told you the town was filled with monsters, that you were only safe because both him and Sweet Pea liked you. And how smug he’d been when he’d explained how you’d chosen him and you must like him better cause he was actually alive, unlike Sweet Pea who was too cold to be obviously human.

You almost wanted to run to Sweet Pea’s trailer, to run out of the town line; you’re not sure why you’re so angry, what about Reggie is making you want to scream and bite and shout.

As it turns out Sweet Pea’s leaning in the doorway looking smug, far less smug than Reggie is.

“Sweet Pea, can you give me a ride home?” You turn away from Reggie who’s glaring.

“Course Y/N, finally realize you don’t want to flea collar your boyfriend?”

“Oh not you too..” You scowl and he frowns.

“Me too? I’m a vampire, see.” He grins and you can see the fangs, see the red in his eyes, you turn back to Reggie.

“Why can’t you show me your wolf side then?”

“I.. I can’t…”

“Oh like the full moon?”

“No, you’re, you’re blocking me…”

“Oh.” It’s Sweet Pea who steps forward and you can see the fangs vanishing, the red in his eyes bleeding back into his natural colour.

“Blocking both of us, you stop the curse…. You could free all of us…” Sweet Pea and Reggie cheer a little and you turn when Cheryl stomps out the door.

“Some of us like our powers.” She hisses.

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moonhxwler · 3 years

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(sean teale, cis man, roseport pack member) VIGILANTE has their eye on CASSIAN RAMIREZ. HE is a 26 YEAR-OLD WEREWOLF who lives in THE SOUTHSIDE. according to VIGILANTE’s intel, they work as a DRUMMER and are known for being LOYAL and SHAMELESS. hopefully they don’t give VIGILANTE a reason to strike. (rose, 26, she/her, est, n/a)

It’s me, Rose, back at it again with my third character, Cassian! He’s a member of the Roseport Pack and the drummer in a local band. He’s living his best life, and he won’t let anything, especially VIGILANTE, ruin his dreams.

Quick Facts:

Cass is a rare born werewolf. His parents were members of the Roseport pack before the VIGILANTE threats began. They moved somewhere more remote to stay safe when VIGILANTE came to light.

Cassian refused to leave his band and city behind to go with them, and he’s still a member of the pack.

His parents were always overprotective, and Cass got good at being sneaky to get around their rules. As an adult, he’s taken on some of their protective traits. He’s the total mother hen of every group.

His dream is to make it big with the band he’s a drummer in - known as ‘The Band’, because they can never decide on a name. He lives in a house on the Southside with all of them and loves every second of the starving artist lifestyle.

Sometimes he picks up a shift or two at Pop’s Diner to make a few extra bucks when money is tight.

“Live in the moment” is his motto. Chasing his dreams and having a good time is all he really cares about. He wants to live life to its absolute fullest. He’s always the first one down for an adventure or to party.

For now, Cass is ignoring the VIGILANTE threat and just letting his alpha deal with it. All he wants is peace. He’s hopeful that everything will work itself out.

The Band members are Cassian’s best friends, but he’s a social guy, and is always willing to get to know new people.

When it comes to relationships, he has a fine track record. He has his fair share of hook-ups, but he hopes that one day he’ll be lucky enough to find his mate. He definitely believes in fate and thinks that people are meant to come into his life when they do and leave when it’s time.

Connection Ideas:

Click here to see the connections Cassian has so far. I have a few starting point ideas below, but these are not by any means the only plots I’m open to or want. Never be afraid to reach out to me for plots! Even if an idea doesn’t work right off the bat, I’m always happy to brainstorm something that will.

Bandmates: Check out Caprice Valentine’s wanted connection on the main!

Pack Members: Cass has been a member of the Roseport Pack since birth. I’d love for him to have a bunch of connections with the other werewolves. Friendships, rivalries, romances, mentors - you name it!

Exes: Cass goes with the flow when it comes to relationships. If he falls, he’s not afraid to admit it, and when it’s over, he’s ready to walk away even if it hurts. I’d definitely love an ex or two for him!

Enemies: Usually, Cassian is a pretty chill guy, but everyone is bound to have a few enemies. He’s particularly cross with anyone who insults his bandmates or the pack.

#slayersintro #(about)

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satelliteinasupernova · 4 years

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Riverdale season two, but instead of the southside kids being in a gang, they're all werewolves.

#give me the fic!#jughead distancing himself from betty because he's afraid of hurting her #the southside kids helping him figure out the ropes and being supportive #while also being uncomfortable and tense about his relationship to the north side #and what would happen to them if others found out #just a better s2 all way round

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southsidewrites · 4 years

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“Jubilee, I—” His voice broke, and he had to fight every urge in his body not to wrap her in his arms. “I can’t say that. Of course, I still love you.”

“Then what the fuck is going on, Sweet Pea?” She bit back a sob, trying to reach for him only to have him pull away. “Why are you doing this?”

Sweet Pea’s chest seared with pain—how could he do this to her? “Jubilee, I—” He choked on the words, unable to tell her another painful lie. “You wouldn’t understand.”

She blinked back tears, leveling him with a steady gaze. “Try me.”

“I—” he stuttered, his mouth moving faster than his brain as every bit of advice Malachai ever gave him went flying out the window. “I’m a werewolf.”

The Monster Inside (Sweet Pea x Jubilee Jones)

Sweet Pea's having a hard time adjusting to his new life as a werewolf, and having Malachai as a teacher really isn't helping. Between the non-stop adrenaline, short-fuse temper, and the impending danger from a mysterious enemy, he feels like he's forgetting what it means to be normal. He knows that he's stronger now, that he could lose control and hurt the people he loves the most. None of it feels real, though, until he realizes that the greatest danger to woman he loves might not be the enemy, but himself.

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Word Count: 7465

Warnings: language, some explicit sexual content (not the focus of the story)

Part 3/? of the Southside Werewolves Anthology (Read the rest HERE)

Written for @rivendell101 using her amazing OC Jubilee Jones!

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READ ON A03 ABOVE!

#sweet pea #riverdale #sweet pea x oc #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea fic #southside serpents #southside serpents imagine #riverdale imagine #swubilee #jubilee jones #southside werewolves

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justinalovee · 3 years

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Done with love

After hiding their true identity for so long, the serpent pack existence comes under fire when a new threat comes to town.

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#riverdale fandom #riverdale imagine #southside serpents #Sweet pea #jughead fanfiction #Jughead Jones #Riverdale #sweet pea smut #Jughead Jones smut #supernatural elements #werewolves #riverdale smut #toni topaz #fangs fogarty #fp jones

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calamitousrpg · 3 years

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CONGRATULATIONS, CHAMPION !

As the epic event opener of the year hits its end, the 121st Slaughter Ring Slasher - as it has always been known for, been bloody. A real slaughter, truly.

And there is finally a Champion: Aslyn “Chaos Wolf” Bishop takes the victory for the werewolves, glory; the title and for the first time in known history, a wish as kindly donated by the silent benefactor overseeing the event.

The crowd cheers, the werewolves howl for their victory, the Southside of Calamity has made its mark via the young wolf that dominated the battles. But amongst the crowd, not all are so pleased with the wolf victory.

There still remains to be several dead, named in the aftermath:

Tranterdor “Troy” Dazzoth, Quintus Zander, Corvina Alkera and Ariel Tarren are lost lives that have their names forever associated with the casualty count of the 121st SRS, a tribute to the fallen is provided as the champion leaves the sands. Across the screens overseeing the ring, where once the roster was is the faces that will never grace the state again.

Monsters never quite fall silent, not when rage and despair haunt the creatures more than silence ever does.

Only room for celebration of the Champion:

And the only thing that the monsters do remain silent for, is the quiet wonder of what Aslyn Bishop wanted her wish to be. Scepticism of whether it’s possible given there’s no name attached to the wish giver; and the catastrophic tragedies that have already surrounded the event don’t leave much to have faith in.

A masked SRS representative catches her leaving the sands, pulls her aside and there’s a noticeable absence of the woman as he wish is fulfilled out of sight.

The wolf isn’t quite the same when she re-emerges to the victory post.

ADMIN NOTE: So eighty-seven years later, your admins (let’s be honest, it’s Nova falling apart. Sorry.) have finally presented you with the closing snippet of the SRS event! We understand everything else was going on during, and there was a mix of those participating and not participating!

It’s entirely up to you now that this is wrapped up, if you want to current time your threads, so because this was a Feb event that ran IC for a couple days, you can write a month aftermath (because... it’s March... near April, oops) ; so injuries may be healed/healing, or you can end your threads where you like back a month ago!

Congratulations Aslyn!! and thank you all for your endless patience and dedication to the group, Nova’s still crying about character deaths okay, believe it or not. You can all relax and take a break from the events for a little while! We won’t battle royale anyone anytime soon... maybe. ;)

- Love, Nova and Kira. xoxo

#calamity.event #event: slaughter ring slasher #pastevent

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