...oh well...*post*

Falling For You // j.j.

so there was really no plot for this, just something that kinda happened but it’s kinda cute & i haven’t posted in a while so :)

It’s their three month anniversary the first time the thought even crosses his mind.

The two are sitting at a booth at Pops, Y/N talking about some kid in her math class while Jughead looks at her. She’s about halfway through her story by the time the thought passes.

God I love you.

It even takes him by surprise, because he’s Jughead Jones for god sakes. He’s not supposed to feel that, he’s supposed to be tough, be the Serpent Prince.

But god does he love her. Everything about her brings him more joy than he’s felt his entire life, and that scares him.


The sound of his name in her voice pulls him out of his thoughts, his attention snapping back at the girl in front of him.

“Huh? Sorry,” he smiles slightly, “got distracted.”

“Everything okay?” She asks.

Jughead smiles fully, intertwining their hands across the table.

“Yeah, everything’s perfect.”


“God Arch, I didn’t mean to fall for her,” Jughead says, “not this hard, not this fast.”

“You love her?” Archie asks, arms crossed as he leans agains the kitchen counter.

Jughead nods, sighing.

“I wasn’t looking for anything. I wanted to find out who I was without someone else, after everything that happened with Betty and my dad I needed to figure out who I am.”

“And then?”

“And then she came along,” Jughead shakes his head, “she walked into my life and I felt everything come crashing down hard. And here I am, falling for her and I’m scared out of my mind.”


“Because I don’t want to lose her,” Jughead breaks the facade he tries so hard to keep up, looking at his friend with desperation in his eyes, “and with everything that happened between her and Chuck I…I can’t screw this up.”

“Jug,” Archie shakes his head, placing a hand on his shoulder to clam him down, “you’re not going to screw this up. You love her, I don’t doubt she feels the same. Just tell her.”

“You sure?” Jughead questions.



His fingers run up and down her arm as they lay on the couch, her back pressed against his chest and his chin on her shoulder.

He thinks about her, about everything she’s been through, about everything he’s been though, about what they’ve been through together. And he knows it’s time.

“I love you,” he murmurs, surprised at the lack of nervousness in his voice.

She freezes, mind racing back to the last boy who told her those words.

“What did you just say?”

“I said that I love you,” he repeats, the nervousness slipping through this time.

“You’re sure? Like, really sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he replies, a light laugh filling the air, “otherwise I wouldn’t have said it.”

At her silence he’s thinking about her past, about what happened with her and Chuck. Maybe he shouldn’t have said it, maybe she wasn’t ready. But he was, he knew he was, she doesn’t have to be.

“You don’t have to say it back if you don’t want to,” he adds, taking a quiet deep breath.

“I just need more time,” she says, an apology evident in her tone.

“It’s okay,” he replies, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, “take all the time you need. I’ll be here.”

“He just…” she sighs, swallowing, “he used me, Jug. He didn’t care about me. He pretended that he did and it…it’s hard to trust someone after that.”

“I know,” Jughead replies quietly, “and he’s an idiot for letting you go. But I’m glad he did, because I do care about you, Y/N. I do love you.”

The girl smiles, kissing his hand gently.

“I really…I really care about you, Jughead,” she says softly, “please don’t misunderstand this. I just need some time.”

“Hey,” Jughead sits up, pulling her attention to him, “I’m serious. Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

She smiles again, this time pressing a kiss to his lips.

“You make me happy,” she says, finding her heart melting just at the sight of the boy in front of her, “so incredibly happy.”

He wants to say it again, but he doesn’t want it to feel like he’s forcing her, so for now he just repeats the statement in his head as he kisses her again.

Jughead does what he says, he waits. He doesn’t pressure her either, although it’s hard for him not to tell her he loves her every second of every day. He tells her every now and then, when he feels the situation calls for it, but every time he does he feels like he’s pushing it onto her.

But god does he want to shout it. He wants to scream it from the rooftops, because this feeling is new and it’s amazing and she makes him feel worthy of feeling something.

I love you. He thinks as he picks her up from her house for their fifth month anniversary.

He notices something’s off as soon as she steps out of the door.

“Hey sweetheart,” he says, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “you look beautiful.”

“And you look handsome,” she replies, half smile on her face.

“What’s on your mind?” He asks, handing her the helmet.

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N, you know I can read you like a book,” Jughead says, “tell me what’s wrong.”

“I didn’t want to ruin today,” she murmurs, shaking her head as she stares at the helmet, “I was going through my room and I uh…I found some stuff Chuck had given me throughout the time we were together and it just…it got me down. I’m sorry.”

Jughead shakes his head, pulling her into a hug.

“Don’t be sorry,” he says, looking at her, “you’re allowed to feel whatever you need to feel. And it’s not going to ruin today. Do you want to stay in? We can do something here instead.”

“No, no,” she shakes her head again, “it’s okay. I’m fine. Besides, if anything can take my mind off of this it’s a movie with my boyfriend.”

Jughead smiles, brushing a kiss across her forehead again.

“I love you,” he whispers, because this situation calls for it and she needs to hear it.

She kisses him, her usual response whenever he voices his feelings out loud, and then gets on the back of the motorcycle with her arms around his waist.

The two are settled next to each other in the Bijou, Jughead’s arm around her shoulders as they share popcorn.

If asked, Jughead would admit to the fact that he wasn’t really watching whatever romantic comedy Y/N had picked out this time, instead he was watching her. The way she reacted, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, the way she was truly just her.

I love you. He thinks, a smile on his face as she catches him staring again.

“Juggie,” she whispers, and even in the dark Jughead knows her cheeks are bright red.

“Sorry, can’t help it,” the boy replies, shaking his head, “you’re beautiful.”

She looks around the theater, pleasantly surprised at the fact that they were alone.

“Jughead,” she says in a normal voice, catching the boy by surprise.

“What’s wrong?”

She smiles at the worry in his eyes, still unsure how she managed to fall for one of the most paradoxical boys in Riverdale.

“Nothing I just…” she swallows, nodding to herself, “I love you.”

Jughead swears his smile is going to make his face split in half.

“You’re sure? Like, really sure?” He asks teasingly, making the girl roll her eyes.

“Just kiss me you idiot.”

And he does, pulling her into one of the most passionate kisses shared between the couple yet.

“I love you,” she says, heart practically beating out of her chest.

“I love you too.”

I dislike all the “aesthetic” blogs that just steal and repost people’s photos without even giving credit to the artist. 
Most of the time they don’t even seem to care. 

I always try to only reblog pictures that give credit / source the original artist of the photos. 
Though I can’t say I’m perfect in doing so, sometimes I don’t pay attention / I’m tired / distracted / etc. 
I just find it disheartening. They don’t even view it as stealing, even though it is. 

I’d be so heart broken and upset if someone stole my pictures and reposted them somewhere without my permission. 
Even more so if they didn’t even credit me (I still wouldn’t be okay with it if they did credit me though). 
It’s just something I see A LOT in this community and it’s really gross? 

Maybe I’m one of the few that feel this way. I don’t really know. 


Tfw you’re casually enjoying your evening and an angel falls through your ceiling and is super hot oh no

I’m calling this one the Angelfall AU! Keith has to learn how to live with an angel who is way too egotistic about his one (1) wing and angelic powers even though he has no memories whoops


Everything about this episode was a wild ride I was not properly buckled for-