adorableable

2

OMG

OMG

Guys.  I thought I could draw this.  I was so dead wrong.
You don’t know how many times I had to STOP because this was too adorable for me to handle. 
Also requested by my Facebook friend, WHO LAUGHED EVILLY WHEN SHE FOUND OUT I COULDN’T FINISH BECAUSE VIRGIL WAS TOO ADORABLE.

@photowizard17 - I somehow did it! *facedesks*

Moody Vampire (part 2)

Pairing: Jughead x reader
Description: Jughead and reader develop a close friendship and reader joins blue and gold. The blue and gold editors are investigating leads on the Jason Blossom murder, and homecoming is around the corner.
—————————————————
Over the next couple of months, Jughead and I hung out quite a lot, which led to me becoming close friends with Archie, Betty, and Veronica as well. They were all incredibly kind people, and I was thankful that I at least had a few friends in this new town. Veronica and I had even bonded over the fresh “new kid” labels we wore.
It was lunchtime, which meant I would be spending my time in the paper room working on an article for the blue and gold. After Jughead and Betty found out I like to write, they would subtly push me in to joining the paper with them. I gave in fairly quickly, writing was a passion of mine and it gave me something to work on.
As I walked down the lunch line to get something to eat, a boy walked in to the lunch room with a big poster and a teddy bear. I watched as he walked up to the girl and asked her to homecoming before she screamed “yes!” and hugged him. The lunch room cheered and clapped before settling down and getting back to their food. I smiled a bit, thinking about the upcoming dance. A small part of me hoped that maybe Jughead would ask me, even to go just as a friend.
I don’t get what the big deal is.” I jumped a bit and turned around to see Jughead standing beside me, his arms crossed and the corners of his lips tugged downwards in his infamous grim face.
“Of course you wouldn’t, you’re Jughead.” Ronnie came strolling up behind him, Kevin and Betty following.
“Is that a comment I should take offense to?” Jughead looked down at her, an eyebrow raised.
“Probably, but you’re Jughead, so you won’t.” Ronnie shrugged her shoulders before engaging in a conversation with Kevin and Betty.
“I just don’t get it, why would you subject yourself to that kind of public embarrassment? It’s a dance, just ask the person privately if they would like to go with you. Why show off and spend tons of money on elaborate gifts and publicly display it with the chance of getting rejected?” Jughead shook his head before turning to the line to pile his tray. I sighed, the re-occurring dream I had been having of Jughead and I at homecoming blowing up in my face. I paid for my lunch and made my way to the office for the blue and gold, not waiting for Jughead and Betty.
When I got to the room, I set my lunch down beside me and grabbed my laptop from my bag, getting to work. Some interesting things had been discovered about Jason’s homicide, and I had talked to Sheriff Keller about some of it. Now I was working on the article, trying to piece my information together and make a decent article.
Jughead and Betty walked in to the room, setting their bags down. Jughead went to the board immediately and grabbed some chalk, writing down some facts and bits of evidence we gathered, trying to piece it together while Betty helped him. After a few minutes, Jughead and Betty split up, Betty sitting on the desk and grabbing a notepad, and Jughead taking a seat by me.
“You want this? I motioned towards my abandoned milk carton and pizza from the lunch room, not really as hungry as I thought I was. Jughead nodded silently and took the pizza, biting into it and opening his laptop.
I tried not to focus on homecoming as the days of the week flew by. It was just a stupid dance. It would be stupid to upset myself with something as ridiculous as Jughead not asking me. Soon enough, it was Friday, and the dance was tomorrow and I was sat at Pop’s with Veronica and Betty hollering at me because I didn’t have a dress.
“It’s just a dance guys. I’ll go in jeans and a T-shirt, or better yet, I’ll just stay home.” I argued, taking a sip of my tea.
“Y/n, even Jughead is going! You can’t stay home!” Betty motioned to the boy sitting next to me, an incredulous look on her face.
“I don’t even have a date, what’s the point?”
“Nope, not acceptable.” Veronica stood up, grabbing my sleeve and lifted me from the booth. Betty and Jughead followed as she walked out the door with my shirt in her fist, dragging me behind her.
“Where are we going?” Jughead called out to Veronica as him and Betty tried to catch up to the power-walking princess.
“My house, we’re getting this kid a dress, and we’re hauling her to homecoming.”
——————————————–
I had tried on dress after dress from Veronica’s closet, everything being too tight, too short, not my taste. Jughead sat on Ronnie’s bed, typing away on his laptop.
“This just isn’t working Ronnie.” I sighed, going back in to her closet and changing out of the dress.
“Just chillax, I’ve got one more thing that might work.” Ronnie opened the closet door and handed me a purple dress before closing the door. The top part was halter style, with a long silk skirt. I tried it on and walked out, showing my friends.
“That’s it. That’s the one.” Ronnie clapped her hands together and pretended to wipe a tear from her eye.
“It’s homecoming, not my wedding day.”
“It’s really nice actually. Jughead, doesn’t she look nice?” Betty hit Jughead’s arm and he looked up, confused.
“What-oh.” Jughead’s eyes widened when he looked at me, making me blush.
“Y-yeah, you look…incredible.” Jughead complimented.
“Alright, I’m gonna go take this off now.” I pointed a thumb towards the closet door, blushing furiously

Later that night, when Jughead walked me home, I tried to bring up the dance.
“So, that dance is tomorrow… ” I trailed off, looking up at him.
“Yeah, I’m just going because Betty wants me to cover it with you guys for the paper.” Jughead looked down at his feet, his hands shoved in his pockets.
“Oh, yeah, the paper.” Of course.
“So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Jughead spoke again when we made it to my front door.
“Yeah, tomorrow.” I smiled. Jughead began to walk away and I froze at my door. Now was the time.
“Hey! Jughead!” I called out. Jughead turned around, looking at me expectantly.
“Maybe tomorrow we could…” I stopped. What was I doing? This was Jughead. He didn’t want a girlfriend, much less me as a girlfriend. If I asked him to homecoming it would ruin the strongest friendship I have in this town.
“Uhm, you know what? Nevermind. Goodnight Jug.” I stepped in to my house quickly and ran up the stairs. I hung up my dress and called it a night.
The next morning, Betty and I got ready together at my house, since she lived across the street from me. We danced along to some songs and had fun while we did each other’s makeup, and I tried not to think about how I chickened out last night.
“Hey, Betts?” I looked up at my friend as she applied blush to the apples of my cheeks.
“Yeah, y/n/n?” She met my gaze.
“Have you ever backed out of something last minute and regretted it?” Betty gave me a confused look before setting the brush down.
“Spill.” And I did. I told her all about my crush on Jughead, and how I wanted to ask him, and how I hoped maybe he would ask me, all while betty finished my makeup and sprayed my hair.
“I’m sorry y/n, Jughead’s just kinda clueless. Hopefully he will come around soon enough. You guys would be adorabl- “Betty was cut off by the sound of her phone and she answered it. A grin appeared on her face almost immediately.
“Yeah, we’ll be right down.” Betty ended the call and grabbed her purse, handing me mine and grabbing my wrist.
“What?” She pulled me out of my room excitedly.
“Archie and Veronica are here, and so is your date.” Betty hopped down the stairs with me trailing behind her and swung open my front door. There stood Jughead, a clear box with a corsage in one hand, and a sign in another, that said “Can this Moody Vampire be your date to the dance? “
I immediately laughed at our inside joke, unable to control the ends of my lips from tugging upwards as Jughead stood there in a full black suit, his grey beanie on his head.
“I know it’s kind of last minute, I probably should have asked you sooner, but..”
“You’re clueless sometimes.” I quickly glanced to Betty and she cupped a hand over her mouth to keep her laughter silent.
“Yeah, I am.” Jughead chuckled, and I could see two fake vampire fangs sticking out.” I’m hoping I’m not too late?”
“Of course not.” I teased, walking up to him. Archie took the sign from him and I saw Jughead was wearing a purple tie to match my dress.
“You really didn’t have to do all of this.” I whispered to him.
“That may be true, but- “Jughead pulled the purple and white corsage from the box, tucking the plastic container under his arm and lifting my wrist to tie on the flower.” It made you smile, so it was worth it.”
I shook my head, grabbing his tie and pulling him down to meet my lips with his.

  • INFP: OMG! Look at this gif of a widdle chibi bunny wearing a space suite! Waaaha! It's so cute!!!
  • INTJ: Why would a rabbit need a space suite?
  • INFP: Because it's adorabl-
  • INTJ: What is the purpose of sending that... limbless thing into space?
  • INFP: You never know. He could fight off some approaching aliens, help fix the ozone laye-
  • INTJ: And just look at the space suite! That's the sh**iest thing I've ever seen. It doesn't even have an air supply! How the **** is your little " bunny" going to stay alive while up there? Huh? He's gonna be dead instantly. He wouldn't even survive the blast off, in the first pla-
  • INTP: Team rocket's blasting off!
  • INTJ: Anyway, that rabbit is dead. **** your " whimsicality over practicality mindset". Get you're head out of the clouds. The world is a dark and miserable place full of pain and suffering, not some lala-unicorn-fairyland.
  • INTP: y u gotta b so xtra bro
  • INFP: ...
  • INFP: That's the last time I'm conversing with someone like you. I tried to like you, to find the good in your heart and bring it to the surface, but in the end you're just an over-baked batch of cookies: Dark, hard, bitter, and disapointing. Goodbye, INTJ.
  • INTJ: ...
  • INTP: y U gotta b so xtra too, bro?