#webkisses

[kevykeller]

With his eyes glued to his phone, trying to read up on the latest of tweets between Cheryl and poor Dilton Doiley who was not really getting anywhere but dragged throughout his timeline. Either way he is so engrossed in what will make for a lovely gossip material for his section of the Blue and Gold that he unconsciously slapped away a hand that was reaching towards his treats. It’s not until the other pipes up that he realizes what’s happened. He sets down his phone in time to see the wounded puppy look on the hazel eyed teen. « Oh Peter, I am so sorry. » Kev moves the candy closer to the other so that he may have a chance to enjoy some too. « This thing between Cheryl and Dilton is pretty messy, the best kind of stuff for the paper ! Are you seeing any of this ? »

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[kevykeller]

FALL SEASON in riverdale is one of kev’s favorite time of year. the leaves of the maple trees that surround the town start to slowly change from their normal green hues to shades ranging from yellow to red, all of them simply mesmerizing. the air shifts from the sweltering heat of the former months to a comfortable temperature, which generally calls for the teen to break out his windbreakers and cashmere sweaters. aka his aesthetic.

today happens to be the first day of the annual carnival the town hosts. it generally brings in a crowd from neighboring towns as it promises a weekend filled with family fun. this is the FIRST year that he was going with a friend—a more than friend ? he’s not quite sure where the two stand but either way he’s happy to attend with peter parker. well at least that’s what he thought. he waits by a chain link fence, the only possible entry point, in hopes to see him before entering. he offers a thin smile to some students from school, probably secretly judging him for coming alone. he could just as easily read their minds to find out, but of course it’d be an invasion of their privacy, which is a no-no. either way little do they know he isn’t meant to be alone. 

a few short moments pass before slender digits tap the screen of his phone to shoot peter a text. he most likely forgot. that has to be it.

[ SMS ⇀ P.PARKER ] : hey pete. [ SMS ⇀ P.PARKER ] : are you almost here ?

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[pumpkiinbombed]

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    “  my  dad’s  away  for a few  weeks. “ a  subtle  nod  towards  him  having  the  house  to  himself.  but  harry  finds  himself  grinning  softly  “ you’re  totally  welcome  to  come  and  hang.  spare  room  for  you  and  maybe  ned  and  the others. “

[auntlarb]

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“Hey,” May said, waltzing into Peter’s room and looking at him as he lay on his bed. “You wanna bake some brownies?” Didn’t matter that it was 11pm. She had a craving. 

[kevykeller]

A bead of sweat races down his bare chest as he runs through the streets of the Northside in the cover of the moon shining brightly above. Jughead wanted him to sneak into the Keller home so he can steal any files the sheriff might have on the Ghoulies since they are starting to pop up in the Southside again. There was a fear in the back of his mind of being reminded of that terrible night that forever changed his life. When he was steadily approaching the house, he slowed down his pace and went straight for the thick shrubbery across the street as it would provide enough cover for him to do some surveillance. « Seems that motherfucker hasn’t come home yet... » he mutters to himself.

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