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Ever Since New York

Originally posted by riverdaleselite

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After his junior year, Jughead goes to New York for a writing internship.  

Warnings: some swearing, you might cry

Word count: 4,574

A/N: umm first of all thank you for 7000 followers?? holy crap. anywho wowowow this is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written. It’s based off of the song “Ever Since New York” from Harry Styles’s album (which I love btw).  This is probably my favorite thing I’ve ever written tbh. Hope you all enjoy!


Tell me something, tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do

After years of saving the money he earned at the Twilight Drive-In and other odd jobs, Jughead finally had enough to buy a plane ticket to New York.  He had discovered a writing internship there that he knew he had to do. It didn’t take much effort to convince his dad to allow him to go; in fact, FP even offered to pitch in some money. Jughead refused, claiming that he wanted to do this all on his own.  He wanted to deserve this internship as much as possible.

He started talking to Veronica frequently, asking her about her time in New York.  She, of course, gladly answered all of Jughead’s questions.  She was glad to finally bond with her boyfriend’s best friend.  

Jughead also pestered Betty with questions, seeing as she had done an internship similar to his two summers ago.  It was a bit awkward at first, since the two of them used to date.  However, they both got over their awkwardness for the sake of preparing Jughead for his internship.

“It’s really amazing,” Betty told him.  “It’s a great experience, and you’ll learn so much.”

“What are other people like?” Jughead inquired.  “Are they pricks?”

“Sometimes,” Betty laughed. “It depends.  Do you know how many other people are participating in the internship?”

“Just one,” he answered, shrugging.  “I don’t know who it is though.”

“Well, if they’re a jerk then that’s gonna suck,” she offered.  “But if they’re nice, they may become one of the closest friends you’ll ever have.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Betty replied and nodded.  “You’re gonna spend all summer with this other person.  They’re either gonna drive you up the wall or become your new best friend.”

I need something, tell me something new
Choose your words, ‘cause there’s no antidote
For this curse, oh, what’s it waiting for?
Must this hurt you just before you go?

“Have fun in New York, Jug.” FP patted his son on the back as they stood at the airport gate.  Betty, Veronica, Archie, Fred Andrews, and Kevin stood behind FP, all wearing supportive smiles.  Jughead glanced around at the group who followed him to the airport, filled with admiration of his friends and family.

“Thank you guys,” he said, fighting back a giant grin.  “You didn’t all have to come, though.”

“Of course we did,” Fred Andrews argued.  “We’re not gonna see you all summer, Jughead.  We have to give you a proper send-off.”

“Well, proper send-off achieved,” Jughead laughed.  He watched as others in the line began to move.  “I guess I should go now.  Thanks for this.  See you all in August.”  As he turned on his heel and walked away, the group of six gleefully waved at Jughead’s retreating figure.

“You aren’t worried about Jughead all alone in a giant city?” Fred asked FP as they exited the airport.

“Nah,” FP responded, waving his hand.  “He’s a smart kid, he’ll find his way.”

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

“Hi, I’m Jughead Jones,” he introduced himself at the front desk.  “I’m here for the writing internship.”

The lady sitting behind the desk glanced up at Jughead.  “Ah, yes! We’ve been expecting you, Mr. Jones!” she exclaimed, standing from her chair.

“Oh, am I late?” Jughead inquired.  

The lady shook her head. “Oh no, not at all.  Your counterpart just got here early, so we’ve been waiting for you to start.”

“My counterpart?”

“Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” she gestured to a girl sitting on a chair against the wall, flipping through a magazine.  The girl perked up when she heard her name, and saw Jughead and the receptionist staring at her.

“Is this him?” (Y/N) questioned, standing up and setting the magazine down.  Jughead noticed it was a TIME magazine.  

“Yes,” the receptionist answered.  “(Y/N), this is Jughead Jones.”  Jughead stuck his hand out to shake, and (Y/N) firmly shook his hand.

“I hope you’re not an asshole,” she blatantly said as they released hands, “because we’re gonna be stuck with each other all summer.”

“I was thinking the same thing about you,” he quipped.  

(Y/N) raised her eyebrow in interest.  “Quick-witted,” she noted with a smirk forming on her face.  “I like it.”

“You better,” Jughead fired back, biting back a grin.  “Like you said, we’ll be around each other all summer.”

“If we were together any longer, I’d worry about you falling in love with me,” she jokingly warned. “So be careful.”

Brooklyn saw me, empty at the news
There’s no water inside this swimming pool

“When’d you get here?” (Y/N) asked as she and Jughead exited the building, their first day of the internship finished.

“Two days ago,” Jughead answered with his hands in his pockets.  “What about you?”

“Last week.”  Her pace was quick, and she seemed determined to get somewhere.  “Are you hungry?  Because I’m starving.”

“I would love some food,” Jughead almost moaned at the thought of food.  He was only able to scarf down a small lunch in the midst of the business.

“I know this great burger place,” (Y/N) explained as she led the way to the restaurant.  “It’ll make every other burger you’ve ever eaten seem like a pile of shit on a bun.”

“I doubt that,” Jughead scoffed.  “There’s a diner where I’m from that makes the best burgers you’ll ever eat.”

“Where are you from?”

“Riverdale,” he said. “Pop’s diner, that’s what it’s called. If you ever find yourself in Riverdale, stop by Pop’s.  Trust me, you’ll thank me.”

“Well we’re not in Riverdale right now, Jughead Jones,” (Y/N) reminded him.  “So you should thank your lucky stars that I am your counterpart, because I’ve been here for the past week. You know what I’ve been doing for that week?  Exploring, Jones.  I have tried and evaluated twenty-one restaurants, and I know where to go for whatever you’re craving.”

“What if I’m craving Korean food?” he quizzed.

“32nd street, there’s a great Korean grill,” she immediately responded.

“Ethiopian?”

“There’s a quaint little place on 135th street.”

“What if I want to get wasted?” Jughead smirked.

“There’s a club a couple of blocks away with shitty security,” (Y/N) answered with a smirk equally as wide.  “Or maybe I was just an exception, seeing as how attractive I am.”

“I think you overestimate yourself,” he scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes.  

(Y/N) lightly slapped him on the arm.  “I do not!” she retaliated.  

“Whatever, keep lying to yourself.”  Jughead quickened his pace, leaving (Y/N) behind him.

“Hey!” she called out, rushing to catch up to him.  “You better not leave me!  You don’t even know where you’re going.”

“You’re still here,” he noted, casually wrapping his arm around her shoulders.  “Lead the way, (Y/N).”

Almost over, had enough from you
And I’ve been praying, I never did before

“God, this food sucks,” (Y/N) whispered, gesturing towards the plates of Japanese food sitting in front of her and Jughead.  “That place we ate at last week was so much better.”

“True,” Jughead agreed with a mouthful of food.  “But this place is cheaper.”

“Rightfully so!” she exclaimed, jabbing at her tofu with a chopstick.  Jughead silently laughed and shook his head, continuing to eat his fried rice.  He watched as (Y/N) picked at her dish, examining each aspect of the meal.  

It had been three weeks since their internship had begun, and Jughead and (Y/N) quickly became close friends.  They bonded over the overwhelming amount of work at their internship and their food-discovering adventures.  Jughead didn’t know how he would’ve survived an entire summer in New York without (Y/N) by his side.  They even stayed at the same hotel, so during a sleepless night, one would wake the other and stay up all night talking.  On those nights, they would drink hot chocolate.

“I’ve got the check tonight, Jug,” (Y/N) said, snapping Jughead out of his thoughts as she took the bill from the waitress.  Jughead furiously shook his head.

“No, (Y/N), you got dinner yesterday,” he protested, reaching out towards the bill.  “I’ll cover it tonight.”

“You got lunch!” she exasperatedly exclaimed.  “I can handle it.  Dinner wasn’t even expensive last night or tonight.”  

Jughead huffed as the waitress returned and took (Y/N)’s money.  “Fine,” he pouted, “but we’re gonna go out for desert, and I’m paying for it.”

“Fine.”

“Ice cream?” Jughead offered, standing from his chair.  (Y/N) followed suit, and they exited the diner.  She slowly grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers.

“I’m feeling frozen yogurt tonight,” she countered his offer, grinning up at him.

“What’s the difference?” Jughead playfully scoffed, trying not to blush at their hand-holding.  They had started doing it last week after he almost lost (Y/N) in a giant mass of people.

“I swear to God, Jug, you said the same thing last week, and I explicitly explained it to you.”  (Y/N) rolled her eyes.  “Ice cream is-”

“Made with cream, whereas frozen yogurt is a yogurt-based treat,” Jughead quoted what (Y/N) had told him last week.

“I knew you paid attention to me.”

Understand I’m talking to the walls
I’ve been praying ever since New York

In the middle of the night, the phone started ringing.  Jughead, still half-asleep, answered it with his eyes remaining shut.  

“You can come over,” he said, not waiting for the caller to initiate the conversation.

“Okay,” (Y/N)’s quiet voice responded, and she hung up.  A few moments later, a soft knock resonated through Jughead’s hotel room.  He rolled off of his bed, throwing on a t-shirt, and opened the door.  (Y/N) stood in the doorway, slightly shaking.  

“You cold?” Jughead murmured.  (Y/N) wordlessly nodded.  He gently grabbed her arm and led her inside, shutting the door behind them.  He stripped the blanket off from his bed and draped it over her shoulders, wrapping (Y/N) in the soft white material.  (Y/N) smiled up at him.

“Why do you put up with me?” she asked, sitting on his bed.  Jughead mimicked her actions and sat next to her.

“What do you mean?” he questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

“How are you not sick of me?” she elaborated.  “I mean, we’ve been constantly hanging out for, what, a month and a half now?  You know if I’m annoying you, you can just tell me. I’ll back off.”

“Why would you annoy me?” he asked, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap. “You’re the best part about this internship.”

“You’re full of shit.”

“I’m not,” Jughead lightly laughed, slightly nudging her.  “I’m serious, (Y/N).  Before I came, I was asking my friend Betty about internships.  She did one two years ago, so she knew what she was talking about. She told me that the people I’ll meet during this internship will either drive me up the wall or become one of my closest friends.”

“So I haven’t driven you up the wall?” (Y/N) inquired with a tentative smile.

“Of course not,” Jughead laughed loudly this time.  A moment of silence ensued, both (Y/N) and Jughead overwhelmed by sleepiness.

“Is Betty your girlfriend?” (Y/N) broke the silence, staring up at Jughead.

“No,” he muttered, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.  “She was,” he admitted, “but not anymore.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing bad,” he shrugged. “Sometimes things just don’t work out, you know?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) muttered. “I had a boyfriend.”

“Really?  That’s shocking.”

“Shut up!” she whined, elbowing him.  “Yes, I had a boyfriend.  He was actually a total dickhead.”

“How?” Jughead asked, growing concerned.  

(Y/N) looked up at him and giggled.  “Oh, you’re worried,” she cooed, placing a hand on his chin.  Jughead swatted it away.

“Sue me,” he retorted, but then grew serious.  “But really, what happened?”

“Nothing bad,” she replied, facing away from Jughead.  “We were dating for a while, and… I don’t know.  He never really supported me in anything.  He wasn’t nice to any of my friends, and I didn’t notice for so long because I was so fucking smitten.  Eventually it hit me one day, and I realized that he was horrible.  So, naturally, I dumped him.”

“As one does,” Jughead nodded, nonchalantly tracing patterns on (Y/N)’s right arm with his thumb.  

(Y/N) slumped and sighed. “What time is it?”

Jughead glanced at the clock with its blaring, bright red numbers.  “Three o’clock.”

“Jesus,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes.  “I should… I should get back to my room.”  She jumped off the bed and trekked towards the door, her bare feet dragging on the carpet.

“Wait,” Jughead commanded, grabbing her arm.  “Don’t go, it’s too late.”

“You say that as if I have to walk across New York City,” (Y/N) joked.  “It’s fine, Jug, my room is down the hall.  I’m not gonna get mugged.”

“No, but you may fall over before you reach your room,” he countered with a lighthearted smirk. “Just stay here tonight, okay?” (Y/N), too tired to argue, needed no more convincing as she turned around and climbed into Jughead’s bed. He laid down, patting the space next to him.  (Y/N) tentatively settled next to him, slowly resting her head on the neighboring pillow. “You can get closer than that, you know,” he told her, amused by her unusually timid nature.  She hesitantly scooted closer to him, until she was near enough for Jughead to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her against his chest.  “That’s better,” he whispered into her hair.  She draped one arm around his torso, the other arm tucked under their now-shared pillow.

“Night, Jug,” she murmured, eyes already closed.  He smiled at her.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

“Oh, Jughead, how is it?” Betty eagerly asked, her face displayed on his laptop screen.  

“It’s been great,” Jughead answered.  

“What restaurants have you tried?” Veronica questioned from her spot next to Betty.

“A bunch,” he vaguely replied.  “(Y/N) is attempting to try every restaurant in New York City.  I think it’s impossible, but she’s determined.”

“Who is (Y/N)?” Archie inquired, popping his head into the camera’s view.  

Jughead laughed, “Where do I begin?  She’s my ‘counterpart’ for the internship.  We’ve become very close.”

“I told you,” Betty grinned. Jughead nodded.

“You were right,” he admitted.  “Right when I met her, I… I don’t know, it just felt like something clicked between us. We’re inseparable.”  Betty’s expression slightly darkened, but Jughead waved it off as a bit off jealousy.

“Ah, you’ve got it bad, bro,” Archie laughed at his best friend.  Jughead rolled his eyes.

“It’s not like that, Arch,” he explained.  “It’s like Betty said, you grow really close to people when you spend so much time together.”

“But you don’t blush when you talk about them,” Veronica noted, pointing out Jughead’s dusty pink cheeks.

“You’re imagining things,” Jughead scoffed.  Betty, Archie, and Veronica shared a knowing glance.

“If you say so,” Veronica sing-songed.  Before Jughead could respond, there was a knock on his door.  A smile subconsciously grew on his face.

“Speaking of (Y/N),” he said, standing up and walking towards the door.  He opened it, and, as expected, (Y/N) stood there.

“Are we going or not, Jug?” she pressed, grabbing his hand.  “I told you the line for the rainbow bagels is super long.  I don’t want to spend all of Saturday waiting for one, even though they’re so fucking pretty.”

“I’m video chatting with my friends right now,” Jughead told her, gesturing towards his open laptop. “Can you wait like five more minutes?”

“Fine,” (Y/N) huffed, crossing her arms.  She stepped into his room, allowing him to close the door behind her.  She followed him as he sat back down in front of his laptop, resting her chin on his shoulder as she peered at the screen. “These are your friends?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “That’s Archie,” he gestured towards the redhead, “the blonde one is Betty, and that one is Veronica.”  (Y/N) smiled at Jughead’s Riverdale friends.

“You must be (Y/N),” Betty smiled.  “Jughead was just talking about you.”

“Of course he was,” (Y/N) joked, nudging his arm.  Jughead playfully shoved her back.

“So how’s it been? Three months with the infamous Jughead Jones?” Veronica inquired with a smirk dancing on her lips.  

“Well it hasn’t been three months quite yet,” (Y/N) corrected her.  “I’ve only gotta deal with this guy for two more weeks.” Jughead’s face slightly deflated as this realization hit him.  “Let me tell you, he’s quite the handful.”

“We know,” Archie laughed. Jughead opened his mouth to say something, but (Y/N) interrupted him.

“Shit, I left my phone in my room!” she exclaimed, standing up.  “I’ll be right back, Jug.”  She turned and faced the laptop.  “It was great talking to you guys.  I hope we can meet sometime!”  She quickly exited Jughead’s room.  Immediately, Veronica, Archie, and Betty bombarded him about (Y/N)

“She’s perfect,” Veronica cooed.  “She’s actually flawless, Jughead.”

“You lucked out, bro,” Archie told him.  “She’s a keeper.”

“She’s absolutely amazing, Jughead,” Betty smiled.  Jughead grinned and shook his head.

“You guys, I told you-”

“Don’t even go there,” Veronica interrupted him.  “That girl is absolutely perfect for you.  The way you two look at each other is… it seems like it’s from a fairytale. You two are soulmates, Jughead.

“She does seem great, Jug,” Archie agreed with her.  “I mean, I’ve never seen you like that with anyone.  No offense, Betty.”

“None taken, Archie,” she waved his comment off.  “They’re right though, Jug.  You never looked at me the way you look at (Y/N).”  Jughead couldn’t think of a clever retort.  “But be careful, Jughead.  Like (Y/N) said earlier, you two only have two more weeks together. If you haven’t done anything up to this point, you might want to consider whether or not it’s worth it to start something now.  Just ask yourself, is it worth the heartbreak that’ll happen when you have to leave her?” She pursed her lips as she watched Jughead’s face darken on her screen.

“Thanks guys,” he said halfheartedly.  “Really, thank you.  I’ll see you all in two weeks.”

Tell me something, tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do
Tell me something just before you go

“Our last day!” (Y/N) exclaimed, prancing into Jughead’s hotel room.  After the video call he had two weeks ago ended, he decided to give her a key to his room.  “Our internship is over, and we have one last night to spend together, Jug.  Out of every place in all of New York City, where do you want to go, Jughead Jones?” she asked seductively, a coy smirk growing on her face.

“I’m feeling burgers tonight,” Jughead answered, trying to stop his expression from deflating.  “And then maybe we can get some cupcakes?”

“I like it!” she grinned. She grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the room, beginning the trek to their favorite restaurant.  “Jesus, I can’t believe it’s been three months already.”

“I know,” he agreed.  “It seems like my plane landed just yesterday.”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) breathed. They spent the rest of their walk in silence, choosing to listen to the bustling New York traffic.  

The waitresses at the restaurant, at this point, knew Jughead and (Y/N) as regulars.  They didn’t even bother giving them menus, knowing exactly what each of them would order.

“You two are my favorites,” the waitress whispered as she set their burgers in front of them.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) grinned. “I’m sorry to say, but it’s our last day here.”

“Oh,” the waitress sighed. “Well, you two better visit.  I don’t know what I’ll do without my favorite regulars.”  She walked away, leaving (Y/N) and Jughead to enjoy their burgers.

“You know,” Jughead noted through a mouth full of burger, “I don’t know how you’ve tried almost every restaurant in New York City while becoming a regular here.”

“Talent, Jug,” she told him, wiping her mouth on a napkin.  “It takes a hell of a lot of talent.”

They finished dinner and went to their favorite bakery to get cupcakes.  On their walk back to the hotel, they fell into silence once again. It wasn’t broken until they entered Jughead’s hotel room.  By now, almost all of (Y/N)’s stuff ended up in here.  They found it easier, rather than constantly having to switch back and forth between rooms to grab their stuff.

“So that was our last day,” (Y/N) claimed, flopping onto the bed.  Jughead stood by the bedside, crossing his arms with an amused smile.

“Unfortunately, it was,” he nodded.  He jumped next to her on the bed, earning a shriek from (Y/N).  He swallowed as he stared at her, knowing what he had to tell her. “Do you remember what you said to me on the first day we met?”

“That I know where to go for whatever you’re craving,” she answered with a grin.  Jughead laughed and shook his head.

“No, the other thing.”

“I hope you’re not an asshole because we’re gonna be stuck together all summer?” she offered.  He shook his head again.

“Nope.”

“I called you quick-witted?”

“No!”

“What is it?” (Y/N) demanded, sitting up so that she was hovering over Jughead as he remained laying down.

“You told me that if we were together any longer than just the summer, I might fall in love with you,” he explained, sitting up so that they were face-to-face.  (Y/N)’s grin slightly faded.

“Oh,” she murmured.  “Yeah, I did say that.”

“You were wrong,” Jughead said, trying to keep his voice steady.  He slowly grabbed her right hand.

“Really?” she asked as her eyes followed Jughead’s hand.

“Betty told me to be careful,” he explained, “because we’re not gonna be together that long.  And she was right.  I mean, why would we risk an immense amount of heartbreak just for the sake of a blissful few weeks together?”  When (Y/N) said nothing, he continued.  “So I figured I could just suck it up and get through the rest of our time together and not say anything.  It was a good plan, but you… you ruined it.”

“Sorry,” she quipped with a small smirk.  Jughead lovingly rolled his eyes.

“No you’re not,” he laughed. “You’re not sorry, and you shouldn’t be. Within the three months we’ve spent together, I’ve grown closer to you than I ever have with anyone else.  Hell, my ex-girlfriend said that we were great together.”

“She did?”

“Yeah,” he responded, grabbing her hands.  “Jesus, (Y/N), I’m in love with you.  I’m fucking in love with you, and it sucks.  It sucks because I don’t know if I’m ever gonna see you again.  And this is gonna cause so much heartbreak, for me at least, and maybe you too.  I just… I can’t keep it from you anymore.  But I also think, deep down, you already knew how I felt.”  Tears clouded (Y/N)’s eyes, and her lips quivered as she quickly enveloped Jughead in a hug.

“Fuck,” she whispered into his neck.  “Fuck, of course I love you, Jughead.”  He pulled himself out of her grip and stared at her, stroking his hand across her cheek. They both leaned in, pressing their foreheads against each other.  Their lips ghosted over each other, only millimeters apart.

“If I kiss you-”

“If you kiss me, everything is gonna go to shit, Jug,” she interrupted him.  He nodded but didn’t pull away.  They sat there like that on his bed on a minute, (Y/N) sitting on Jughead’s lap with her arms around his neck, foreheads touching and lips barely brushing.

The tension grew unbearable, so (Y/N) closed the gap and pressed her lips against his, trying to express what she had been feeling for the past three months.  

Jughead, too, attempted to convey every pent up confession he had, wishing that kisses could speak. He wanted his hands, which were encircling her waist, to tell her how she charmed him with her wit.  He wanted his eyes, which were closed with pleasure, to tell her how beautiful she was, especially when she trudged into his hotel room at three in the morning.  He wanted his lips, which were pressed against hers, to tell her how much he loved her.  He loved her, he loved her, and he wanted to keep saying it for the rest of his life.

For the sake of oxygen, the two pulled apart.  They kept their foreheads resting against each other.  

“Everything’s gone to shit,” (Y/N) whispered, and Jughead burst out into laughter.  (Y/N) followed suit by giggling, and their still-entangled limbs caused them to fall onto the bed so that (Y/N) was laying on top of Jughead. This only caused the pair to laugh harder.  

When their chuckles finally died down, (Y/N) climbed off from on top of Jughead and laid next to him, resting her head on his chest.  She combed her hand through his raven locks.

“I’m sorry that I fell in love with you,” Jughead apologized, kissing the top of her head. They were slowly falling asleep.

“Thank you for falling in love with me,” (Y/N) whispered, eyes fluttering shut.  “It may have all gone to shit, but it was worth it.”

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

Jughead stepped off the plane and saw his dad and friends standing at the gate, excitedly waiting for him.  He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even bother smiling.  Immediately, everyone understood.  

While they were awaiting Jughead’s plane’s arrival, Betty, Veronica, and Archie explained to the rest of the group about (Y/N).  They told them about how Jughead spent three months falling in love with this girl, and they explained that they had never seen Jughead look so smitten before.  

“How was New York, Jug?” FP asked, taking Jughead’s suitcase from him.  Jughead shrugged.

“It was nice.”

“Good food?” he questioned, trying to get his son to open up.  Jughead nodded tiredly.

“Yeah, food was great,” he replied monotonously.

“And the internship?”

“Helpful,” Jughead responded.  “I think it’ll help me improve as a writer.”

“That’s good,” FP said, raking a hand through his hair.  “You had another person with you, right?”  FP noticed Jughead tense up at this.

“Yeah,” he answered quietly. “Yeah, I had a counterpart.”

“What was she like?” Jughead looked up at his dad.

“You already know who it is,” he replied, shaking his head.  “Who told you, Betty?”  FP pursed his lips.

“Yeah, her and Archie and Veronica.  But listen, Jug, you’re going to have your heart broken countless other times.  You’ll get over this girl,” he attempted to comfort Jughead.

“Dad, she wasn’t just a girl,” he protested.  “She was amazing and quick-witted, and I fell in love with her and then everything went to shit.  But the worst part is that it’s okay, because she loved me too.  She fucking loved me, and I kissed her, and now I may never see her again.”

“Well if you loved her that much, you may see her again,” FP shrugged.  “Fate is a tricky thing, son, but the universe seems to cooperate better if you love someone.”

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Shit Phase 1 Noodle Did To Annoy The Others

• Would respond to any chastising with “why?”. Once she managed to make Murdoc cry from frustration when he spent half an hour trying to explain why you can’t eat a yogurt with a pen lid.

• Would hide in the washing up basket for hours and make them all run around, worried sick, only to appear in a random place when she got bored and scare the shit out of them. One time 2D opened the fridge to find her eating a cake, after having been missing for nearly two days.

• Bathtime was an absolute NIGHTMARE because she loved to play submarine. Russel would come in with her towel and pyjamas, only to find the bathroom soaked.

• Related to the submarine incident, the water flooded through the ceiling into the kitchen and completely drenched Murdoc while he was trying to eat his Rice Krispies.

• 2D once drank her strawberry milk that she always had on a Saturday with breakfast and she screamed for a solid three hours. D can’t look at the stuff now without having a minor panic.

• She drew all over the walls without a care in the world. Russel would have told her off for it, but she drew a really cute mural of them in his bedroom in crayon so he couldn’t find it in his heart to be mad.

• Would sing “get the cool shoeshine” over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and ov-

• The band came home one day to find her sat in the living room playing with an iguana. No one knows how she acquired it, but Squish ended up becoming a full time resident of Kong Studios.

Accidentally Pro

The Setup

I was in college, recently married, and looking for a part-time job. Luckily, a friend of mine (let’s call her Kay) had just been hired as a secretary at “Weird & Associates”, and suggested I apply for a job there as well. Mr. Weird was looking for a tech - someone to test the various junk he bought at auction to later sell. I was hired right off the bat. Now, the entire company consisted of Mr. Weird, a sales guy, the new secretary Kay, and myself. Mr. Weird was excited about expanding his business, as he was (hypothetically) making bank selling computer junk.

For a while, everything was awesome; the work was interesting, Mr. Weird was easy enough to get along with, and I could work basically whenever I wanted as long as I wrote down my hours (useful, since I was also attending classes). After the first week, Mr. Weird paid Kay and I, by pulling out a wad of cash and peeling off a hundred dollar bill for each of us. Part time for a week worked out to basically that, so it was only slightly suspicious. That was, of course, the last money I saw. From him, anyway.

Things started going downhill after that. We moved to a bigger warehouse, but the sales guy quit. When she realized she wasn’t going to be paid “above board”, Kay quit too, under the guise of needing more time to study. I’m stubborn, though, and not only needed the money, but didn’t have a lot of other options for work. I learned that my boss had no idea what he was doing, and would over-promise what work he could actually do - or, rather, what work I could do, as I was the only person with any skills at all. He picked up a job for DeepPockets, a local business, and sold them some servers. Unluckily, DeepPockets decided to hold off paying Mr. Weird until the software he set up actually worked. Mr. Weird decided that if he wasn’t being paid enough, then I didn’t get paid at all, and gave me a speech about how his family was eating nothing but rice and beans, which sounded delicious, but was at odds with the fast food cup in his drink-holder. Finally, he decided to do some renovations on his warehouse, and had me digging ditches in the boiling heat. That was the final straw - I don’t do construction when my job title is computer tech.

The Revenge

Taking Mr. Weird to court for the money he owed me would be a waste of time. My “time card” was nothing but an index card with hours worked written on it in pencil, and apart from that and a handshake, nothing tied me to “Weird and Associates”. It was only $600 or so. Besides, there was a better way.

Over the course of a week, I cleared out all my personal items, and put in for a week of vacation. Just before I headed out of town for the weekend, I got a call from Mr. Weird, who begged me to look in on DeepPockets, since I was “basically their sysadmin”. Biting back my comments, I agreed. I was headed there anyway, though he didn’t know that. I asked the owner of DeepPockets if he wouldn’t mind cutting me a check for services rendered, as my boss hadn’t actually paid me in a month or so. It was a win/win deal; DeepPockets got to pay me directly at college student rates for the work, and I got paid more than I would have, which was enough to cover my unpaid hours. Now, that’s as far as I had planned it; if it ended there, it would be /r/regularrevenge at best. Mr. Weird was upset, but I was done working for him, I got paid, and DeepPockets cut their losses and ditched him.

While I had no more contact with Mr. Weird, his family was close with Kay’s family, and Kay was good friends with my wife, which meant I got to hear the beautiful epilogue, the cherry on top that pushed this into /r/ProRevenge.

Mr. Weird, without a tech or a sales guy, couldn’t make a single red cent, and thus his business folded (sadly, I missed the auction where he sold off all the computer junk). Without income, he lost his house and had to move in with his in-laws. Lucky for him, his father-in-law worked in construction, and got him a “real job”… digging ditches in the summer heat.

Bliss.

Split - Kai Scenario. Part 3.

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family. 

Word Count: 3564

A/n: Oooh, the drama in this chapter, hohohoho

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It’s 6pm and you’re still sitting in the kitchen. Ever since you woke up you’ve been running around the house with a broom and a map, listening to your mother-in-law’s instructions on where to clean next. You’re exhausted by now, but you can’t really disappoint a woman when the family dinners mean everything to her.

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{Special College!AU} Sicheng
  • major: nutritional science 
  • minor: kinesiology 
  • clubs: theater club - helps out on choreography when there are musicals planned, chinese culture club - helps people enjoy his culture while also tutoring chinese language learners, taeyong tried to get him to sign up for extra korean classes but sicheng just did his infamous puppy eyes and taeyong was like fINE we can go to the movies instead 
  • sports: gymnastics 
  • his interest in nutritional science steams from the fact that he wants to work with athletes one day
  • health has always been super important to him, he’s done a lot of physical activity and kept up a great diet since he was a kid and when people asked him what he wanted to do with his life ,,,, it came naturally 
  • “i want to help people live better!”
  • johnny is always claiming that sicheng has it easy because his tastes are so picky, he doesn’t like a lot of things and therefore all he can really eat is rice and greens
  • sicheng is always like “johnny,,,,,that’s not the only thing i eat,,,,”
  • and johnny is like nonsense no one can be that lean and handsome without solely surviving on rice and vegetables
  • ten: hi hello i eat three slices of pizza a day and look at me
  • johnny: see, exactly you look nothing like sichen- ow ten don’t hit me with your duffel bag you demon
  • but seriously, sicheng just wants to be able to work around others that take sports and fitness as seriously as he does
  • like he had initially wanted to become a dance major, but something drew him to the bigger picture,,,,to the grueling efforts behind the scenes that athletes of all different kinds of sports have to go through on a daily basis to keep doing what they love
  • plus, people who thought it was all about science were wrong - sicheng loves classes that deal with global nutrition, public health, and more!!
  • and anyway,,,,he likes the lab work,,,much to people’s surprise 
  • and if anything, neuroscience major taeil is always there to help - and so is like anyone else because if sicheng as much as blinKS it’s like glitter and butterflies appear in the air and you just cannot say no
  • teachers even have trouble doing it, like sicheng might answer something wrong and the toughest of professors are like “i-it’s ok, do you want to try again?”
  • doyoung has nicknamed him the uni’s prince charming because everyone falls over him
  • exhibit a: yuta literally got up once while they were having lunch and went “sicheng, i would die for you”
  • sicheng was just like “you’ll die first from all that soda you drink”
  • taeyong nearly fell out of his chair,,,,, who taught his son how to come up with such sick burns??? 
  • and sicheng is dedicated,,,,,like rain or shine he’s got a workout plan and he knows what time he should eat what to maintain a healthy metabolism
  • and im just imagining mark coming up to him like dude do you have some snacks ;; and sicheng is like “here!” handing him a bag of diced carrots and mark is like,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh
  • but tbh sicheng has his cheat days,,,,they’re super rare,,,,but if any of his friends are around with loose change sicheng will just walk into the nearest grocery and be like “ice cream?”
  • and taeyong, yuta, johnny, doyoung, ten, hell even jaehyun have all just been like ,,,,,,,,,,, ok get it ill pay
  • someone once asked sicheng how he’s never worried about being broke and he’s like one rule of college ^^ never spend your own money ^^ 
  • (tbh he’s so lucky he has the face of an angel,,,,,) 
  • sometimes he does this cute thing where he takes note for class in his native language and when he studies he’s always mumbling to himself 
  • and it’s super cute,,,,,i feel like he has a lot of love for his hometown so he’s got pictures up on his wall and decorations his parents have sent him
  • if you ever want to talk to someone about chinese dramas or music,,,,go to sicheng 
  • and you go to the same uni as sicheng, but the first time you see him is when youre doing your part time job
  • which,,,,as embarrassing as it is,,,,is delivering for a local pizza place
  • most of the time you manage to get out of delivering to the uni dorms by taking the orders as far away from the uni as possible, which the other delivery person doesn’t mind - more work for you
  • but one evening, you’re the only person on duty and some kid named yuta just got an order for a large pizza to your campus dorm
  • and you briefly consider hiding your face when you go to deliver it but hey,,,,you don’t know yuta so it should be fine,,,,hopefully
  • the dorm is thankfully not near your own and for the most part you try to keep your head down when you go inside, avoiding eye contact with any students who pass by
  • you get to the room, knocking on it and saying that the pizza is here
  • a boy, whose caught in mid-laughter opens the door. “yuta?” you ask, pulling the receipt for his order out with your free hand 
  • he grins and says “that’s me!” pulling away to go rummage through his drawer for money
  • you stand there, holding the pizza and see that in the dorm are two other boys, one who’s laying sprawled out on his bed - eyes stuck to his phone
  • and the other, sitting cross-legged on the floor is looking at you
  • he’s incredibly pretty, with round eyes and full lips. his brown hair is pulled back with a headband and you can see his clear, glowing skin
  • obviously, he’s someone who takes care of himself and when yuta reaches out to give you the money the boy goes
  • “pizza? after 10?”
  • yuta grins at him “im a greasy boy, who needs greasy food sicheng - right taeil?”
  • taeil, the boy on the bed gives a lazy nod, “you are what you eat.”
  • you raise an eyebrow, but don’t say anything as you hand over the pizza
  • with that, you turn around to go 
  • and,,,,to be honest you forget about this happening until you find yourself, a week later, in front of the same dorm holding the same pizza
  • you think it’s a little weird,,,,apparently your boss said the students requested to send you and no one else
  • you knock again, this time only sicheng opens it and he takes the pizza off your hands immediately. handing you the money, he bows his head slightly and mumbles thank you
  • you stare at him for a moment,,,but tell him to have a goodnight and leave again
  • a couple of days later, you’re delivering pizza again - this time only three slices
  • but sicheng answers again
  • and it’s the same quick exchange,,,but something keeps nagging in your head
  • isn’t he the one who didn’t want to eat pizza,,,,why is he ordering it,,,,
  • but - that isn’t any of your business. maybe that yuta kid put him up to it, what do you know
  • but you’re not the only one a little perplexed, yuta and taeil keep coming to the dorm seeing pizza boxes - left completely untouched
  • “they’re for you.” sicheng explains briefly and turns over in bed to read his textbook
  • “i thought you didn’t want us eating junk food, aren’t you a nutrition major?” yuta had joked and sicheng had only shifted his eyes away,,, opening his mouth to say something but deciding against it
  • taeil turned to yuta and with a frown added “i think something is going on,,,,”
  • after delivering god knows how many pizzas to the same dorm, you found yourself with the day off on the weekend
  • you had wanted to do nothing but laze around in study hall, watching videos on your laptop while pretending you were studying
  • when two boys had plopped themselves down before you 
  • looking up you saw,,,yuta and taeil
  • shocked, you closed your laptop and asked them what they wanted,,,,yuta clicked his tongue and just went “you deliver pizzas right?”
  • “no,,,” you scrunched up your nose but taeil shook his head at yuta’s side
  • “we’re not here to make fun of your or anything, we just have a question - do you and sicheng,,,,our roommate,,,know each other?”
  • shifting in your seat, you looked between the both of them, “no,,,,just that he orders a lot of pizza”
  • “see, that’s weird!” yuta rubbed his chin,,,,looking to taeil for support,,,but neither of them knew what to say next
  • “maybe he just likes pizza-”
  • “he’s a nutrition major, he thinks pizza is the worst,,,,,,but he keeps buying it,,,”
  • you sighed,,,putting your laptop into your bag and shrugging “i don’t know what’s going on ,,,, but maybe ask him why he’s doing it? im not blackmailing him into buying pizzas ok.”
  • you got up, slinging your bag over your shoulder with another look of disappointment “you think i want to deliver pizza on campus and have everyone see me?”
  • with that, you left a speechless yuta and taeil and marched back to your own dorm,,,,,much less was the fact that they now knew you were a student here,,,,but also why were you being roped into their problems wit htheir roommate??
  • their super cute roommate,,,,,,,,,wait no that’s not what you’re supposed to think
  • with a grumble, you got up into your room and fell face first into your bed - you had work tomorrow anyway
  • “i think sicheng like them.” taeil proclaims to yuta as they walk back to their dorm together
  • “likes them,,,,,like,,,,has a crush???” 
  • “yep, that’s why he keeps ordering us pizza. so he’ll see them.”
  • yuta looks at taeil like he’s mad, “why doesn’t he just ask them out? he knows where the pizza place is.”
  • taeil straightens his back and goes “yuta, sicheng is shy. that’s why.”
  • much to yuta’s surprise and taeil’s conformation, sicheng does say he thinks your cute when they confront him about the pizza dilemma
  • yuta is adamant about sicheng just confessing,,,,seriously if he keeps getting pizza he’s going to make yuta gain like a billion pounds and while taeil tells yuta that’s impossible he also tells sicheng that he could just try asking you out
  • sicheng ,,,, gets shy ,,,, he makes up a story about have gymnastics training in the evening but taeil points to the calendar on his desk and says “sicheng, your training is on tuesday.”
  • with pink ears,,,sicheng decides that he’ll do it,,, but he’s just never don it before
  • ever since elementary school people had always just come to him, asked him out, gave him presents, confession letters, all which he was thankful for but,,,,
  • yuta just tells him to go for it, if anything he can just come back to the dorm and yuta will be waiting for him
  • sicheng gives him a sideways glance that makes yuta jump, but taeil just tells him that it’s fine. he can go tomorrow and ask you out.
  • the next day, you’re chaining your bike up outside the pizza joint for your shift when you see sicheng waiting near the building
  • you take off your helmet, combing through your messy hair and ask yourself why he’s here
  • once he sees you’re done, he does a slightly shy walk over and goes “i,,,,i know this is weird,,,,,,”
  • you blink, confused because um,,,what’s happening???
  • sicheng bites his tongue, the nerves are worse than he thought but he finally just goes “do you want to get some food with me,,,sometime?”
  • you look at him,,,wide eyed and ask shakily “like ,,, me deliver you pizza?”
  • he lets out a chuckle and for the first time you notice one of his teeth is snaggled,,,,how cute
  • “n-no i mean,,,,like a date,,,,,,,,,”
  • in surprise you almost forget how to speak,,,,but you manage to get yourself to nod
  • “cool,,,c,,can i have your number so i don’t have to call the pizza place anymore,,,”
  • you fiddle to get it out of your pocket but hand over your phone for sicheng and you to swap numbers
  • he looks cute with red cheeks, he keeps playing with his fingers and scratching his neck as you stand there in silence
  • till it dawns on you,,, “wait - did,,,,is that why you kept ordering pizza? to - to ask me out?”
  • this time sicheng turns a burning red, he doesn’t want to admit but in a small voice he replies that maybe,,,yeah,,,kinda,,,
  • in a way you’re beyond flattered,,,but you also can’t help but giggle because that’s silly - sicheng,,,doesn’t even like pizza 
  • “don’t laugh,,,,,i didnt know how else to see you,,,”
  • you give him that,,but before he goes you add “i ,, actually go to the same uni,,, im just shy because this job isn’t cute,,”
  • sicheng frowns “but i think the uniform looks nice on you,,,,”
  • you blush this time,,,playing with the hem of your shirt “o-oh,,,”
  • with that, sicheng waves and you hear your boss calling your name from inside
  • that night as you make delivers,,,you don’t feel as embarrassed as before,,,sicheng’s words ringing in your ears
  • the first date is kind of awkward you won’t lie, but it’s nice and sicheng takes you to this place that has all these organic dishes that sicheng knows so much about
  • “no wonder you don’t like pizza,,” you joke and sicheng reddens but also tells you that it’s not like he doesn’t like it - it’s good, but it’s bad??? in a lot of ways yuta is exactly like pizza to sicheng
  • that makes you laugh and you don’t see it, but sichengs smile has just a small hint of pride because eheh he made you laugh,,,
  • once news spreads that you and sicheng are sorta seeing each other, yuta proposed a party because hey,,,sicheng is all grown up
  • taeyong pinches yuta by the ear and is like “he’s always been grown up, but i am happy for him so yes let’s throw a party”
  • of course sicheng is insanely embarrassed by his friends over-exaggerating events in his life but at the same time,,, he’s just so warm with this feeling of liking someone
  • especially someone as cute as you
  • and you learn that sicheng has this strict workout and diet and you can’t believe it but he makes you want to be healthy too
  • which really makes sicheng happy, like when you try some of his healthy snacks- especially things his mother sent him from back home - you can see him get all excited, sparkling eyes asking if it’s good
  • sicheng talks a lot about his family, which you adore because his hometown sounds so nice and sicheng once slips up and is like “i want to take you there,,” which is something really romantic and sappy
  • and he’s like ,,,, aH but it’s ok if you’re not interested and you’re like what the heck of course i am 
  • i feel like you could give him super cute nicknames and he’d pretend to not like them, but secretly lovE it 
  • like when you changed his name in your phone to a cute emoji of the lil chick he was like ahhh change it,,,, but also got smiley about it after
  • not much of a texter, but sicheng does like sending you videos during the day
  • i feel like he’d always be on the lookout for something new and healthy to try so he’d be sending you photos like let’s go here!!!
  • you made his selfie your background and he was shy but was also like “did you send them to your parents? do they think im cute?”
  • as much as he is shy and not too talkative, sicheng likes to bask in attention - your attention to be exact
  • so whenever your in class for a long time or have an evening shift sicheng pulls out a corny move and calls you on breaks to mumble that he wishes you could be with him instead
  • buys you a cute plush chick and is like “,,,,you dont HAVE to name it sicheng,,,,,but,,,,,if you do,,,,,,,,that’d be,,,,nice”
  • pda in public gets him all embarrassed, no matter how many times yuta has tried to push you two closer together, but he does like holding hands
  • he once brought your hand up and nuzzled his cheek against it and it was so cute your heart almost stopped
  • has this super cute dazed look with his mouth half open when he’s tired and you always tickle behind his ear to get him to snap out of it
  • or tbh you just admire it because your boyfriend is so,,,,cute what the heck
  • sicheng sometimes walks you to and from your shifts at work and once in a while you’ll pout and ask for a kiss and he does this cute thing where he looks both ways to see if anyone is paying attention
  • before kissing you and using his hand to cover your faces
  • and you always laugh because he’s so silly but sicheng just insists its for your privacy benefits LOL
  •  you know he told taeyong about everything that happened when he first kissed and your first date and you know taeyong nearly cried with joy when he saw you and sicheng sitting in the librar hovering over the same book
  • like he promised he wouldn’t be emotional about it but he always is
  • sicheng saved you in his phone with the chinese version of your name which he calls you really cutely when you guys are alone and he wants to cuddle
  • when he’s studying, you sometimes hug him from behind and kiss behind his ear and down his jaw and he gets all whiny but in a good way
  • he does gymnastics so his hugs are always tight and safe,,,,,once when he was away for an abroad trip to another city with his class 
  • and you didn’t get to see him for a straight month 
  • when he got back to campus, you nearly ran right into him, but he caught you and gave you little pecks all over your face which was the first time you’d done anything that like romantic in public
  • thankfully doyoung got a pic of it and he does use it to blackmail you two from time to time sdkgj jokes jokes
  • but doyoung does say you and sicheng have a little ‘bubble’ of your own
  • moments where you’ll lean over to fix sicheng’s cute messy bangs and smile at him and he’ll just smile back
  • and you guys stare lovingly at each other and doyung could try shouting your names or waving his hand in your faces but,,,
  • you and sicheng just see each other and that’s it tbh
  • sicheng’s cheat days to eat are,,,,impressive to say the least,,,, he can eat like twice his body weight and he loves chips and sweets
  • and wow ok you thought he was anti-sugar drinks but,,,,he sure does love caramel lattes 
  • like even tho he has a diet he follows for healthy living,,,,he still likes to eat,,,,,which you think is good
  • because seeing him shove like 10 leaf wraps in his mouth just makes your heart spin he’s so cute and happy eating
  • sicheng is a pretty good student most of the time, but you come to realize getting up to work out - which you thought early in the morning - actually means like noon,,,,and sometimes he’s late for lectures
  • and you’re like sicheng,,,please set an alarm and he’s like i would but i sleep through it (taeil has attested to this being true)
  • his friend kun from another uni came to visit once and was like “ive never seen sicheng awake before 9 am - he must really love you” which you were like oh,,, and sicheng was like kun - why do you embarrass me bro
  • you’ve never seen sicheng dance but kun had brought some videos to show you and since then you’d always cheer sicheng on at uni parties or whatever to show off his moves
  • and sure,,,,,he’s shy but he can really dance
  • and even though he kills it, he always runs back to hide his head in your shoulder and you think he’s just,,,,the cutest ive said this 100 times in this au but he IS
  • even though your job at the pizza place sucks, sicheng always makes you feel better about it and tells you there’s nothing embarrassing - you’re doing a great job
  • yuta keeps pestering you for free pizza though and sicheng is like i know you’re older than me,,,,but i will destroy your anime figures if you bother my s/o one more time gkjdlg
  • sicheng and you doing cute face masks together in the dorm, snacking on some healthy fruits, studying for finals, being absolutely adorable together in matching couple pajamas
  • but when taeil asks if you’re sleeping over you and sicheng just get all red and sicheng is like they’re,,,but they’re taking the bed and im on the floor for tonight
  • but like,,, do you fall asleep holding hands anyway,,,,yes,,,,,,,
  • he just has a super pure heart that he really loves you with and he’s shy about a lot of things but he can comfortably say that he loves you and all of nct plus me are in tears sicheng is an angel  

markten | taeil | johnny | doyoung | jaehyun | taeyong | yuta 
bangtan | vixx | monsta x | got7 + kard + amber | seventeen

Imagine Woozi taking pictures of his meal every time he eats and sending it to you to show that he’s eating well.

Credit: @DH_fall_

Guys, this make me weak… I’m so weak for this! The translation is here (thank @dongmarkchu so much, God bless you), read it, the kids are so sweet!!!!!!!!!!! And it proves that how gentle and considering Donghyuck is, that he wouldn’t let his (favourite) hyung simply eat rice mixed with the leftover sauce. We always see Donghyuck roasts Mark but clearly, like Mark once wrote on the Rolling Paper for Hyuck, the devil kid treats Mark so well and I’M CRYING!  

Highlight of Got7 x Eating Show: 170608
  • Mark announcing Jackson couldn’t join them today for their eating show.
  • BamBam being a savage…
  • Yugyeom being a savage, reading robotically as he read their scripts on the screen in front of them.
  • Bambam explain his mom taught him to finish all his food or else one grows pimple on their face.
  • Jinyoung said BamBam’s lip looks like sausages. So the camera zoomed in on his lips ㅋㅋㅋ 
  • They had a competition to see who can eat a bigger bite of rice.
  • Jaebum says he’s good at eating alone.
  • They requested the trophy song to be played in the background as someone gets a slap to the butt as punishment.
  • Jaebum explains their necklaces is a team necklace (not merchandise) they got together. And inside the triangle is something they each wanted to express.
  • Youngjae finishing their broadcast by eating his 20 pieces grain of rice.

I’m having a conversation with my ten year old nephew and discussing solo movies. And I brought up Black Widow and told him “maybe she should get a movie, she’s pretty bad ass, right?”

He deadass looked me in my eye and said “But she’s a girl, though. No one wants to see that.” 

Y’all I just stared at him like:

Distractions pt 10

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Yoongi x Reader x Jimin 

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 3547

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It was late by the time you got back to your dorms, but in your hands were bags full of groceries. After you and Jimin sobered up a bit, you two said farewell and parted ways for the night at the Han River. You decided to go along with his advice. Yoongi needed help and you still cared for him. Even if you weren’t together romantically anymore, it didn’t mean you had to stop caring. 

Yoongi was a stubborn one when he got sick. From the times he became ill during high school, you could vividly remember his extra grumpiness and attitude…especially when it came to food. He practically transformed into Gordon Ramsay taste testing food pulled from the dumpster while yelling at the garbage man for throwing away such worthless scraps of trash that they weren’t even worth being thrown in the garbage. Long story short: Yoongi was extremely picky and if he didn’t like something, he wouldn’t eat it. 

Well, he did always eat one thing: rice porridge. Now it sounds like there isn’t anything too fancy about rice porridge. Everyone and practically almost anyone can make it…but why was it special enough to get Yoongi’s taste buds’ attention? It wasn’t just any rice porridge that you always made for him, it was your family’s secret recipe rice porridge. You remembered how Yoongi’s older brother would always give you a phone call to come over and make some of it whenever Yoongi caught a cold because he refused to eat anything else. Even when he broke his shoulder, the only thing he’d eat was your rice porridge 

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cooking with bf baekhyun
  • matching aprons!!
  • lets you tie his bangs up
  • won’t stop eating the ingredients
  • “jagiya stop eating the rice cakes they’re for the ddukkbokki”
  • doesn’t listen to you
  • kisses cream off your lips
  • can’t boil water
  • likes to roll kimbap
  • hugs you from behind when you’re cooking
  • very concerned about your safety
  • “jagiya let me cut the onions what if you get hurt??”
  • cries while cutting the onions
  • smothers you in kisses while waiting for the oven to preheat
  • doesn’t know how a blender works
  • feeds you spoonfuls of soup to taste test
  • squirts condiments into his mouth
  • an expert at dicing vegetables
  • plays with his food but you let him bc he’s just that adorable
Dear Evan Hansen: Way Too Out of Touch

@amazingmsme asked: Could you maybe write a fic where Evan & Connor are watching a movie with a t scene & Connor squirms a lot during it so Evan sees what’s up with that

I combined it with a small idea from an anon. Very sorry that I don’t watch movies with tickle scenes very often, so insert your own movie in the fic XD Also this is hardly in character lmfao I suck at writing for these two

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A movie at Connor’s house. What could be so bad about that? With a kind donation from Connor’s parents, they were able to order Chinese. With Zoe up in her room and his parents gone, Connor knew he practically had Evan to himself. And that was both wonderful and terrifying. They only started dating a week ago, so the two teens were getting used to being in a relationship. 

But oh god, what do we do? What do I offer? Fuck, he probably thinks I’m a moron for not knowing how to host somebody.

“Y-You wanna maybe, I dunno, watch a movie?” Evan suggested, wiping his mouth after chewing on some Lo Mein. 

Connor’s lip quirked up in a relieved grin. That’s exactly why he’s your boyfriend. 

“Sure. Anything you got in mind?” Connor asked. 

Evan thought, not wanting to make the decision since he was very bad at those, “Uhh… whatever you want is fine.”

God, they were hopeless. Connor sat back down on the couch with remote in hand, and he started flicking through some On Demand movie selections, “Stop me when you see something you like.”

Evan’s eyes darted through the titles as he continued eating his food, now enjoying some plain white rice. He saw a title he recognized and figured it would be sweet for them to watch, so he spoke up and pointed it out to Connor. The long haired teen had never seen that film before so he just went with Evan’s gut and pressed play. The two sat back on the couch to watch it, each with a carton of Chinese food in their hands. 

“Wanna try a sweet and sour pork? It’s really good,” Evan offered Connor with his chopsticks outstretched, cheeks puffed out because of the food he was still chewing. 

Connor smiled very softly at Evan’s overall cuteness and he took the bite offered to him, “Mmm, not bad.”

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2. “Is this even a marriage anymore?”

A/N: yes this is over 10k words. yes i cried while i wrote this. yes you can yell at me send me feedback in my askbox

warning: death (not d and p but take this into mind that there is death in the oneshot)


summary: dan and phil want a baby—they struck out and are having no luck but when dan meets a girl in the street, she changes their lives in many ways.  *get a box of tissues and feel free to yell at me while you read*

    “Wait you want what?”

Dan took a deep breath and ran his thumb over Phils knuckles, his heart was pounding out of his chest. He’d been thinking about this for a while now and he thought why not do it on date night? They’d be all full because of dinner and sipping some wine while curled up on the sofa in bliss.

“I want us to have a baby.”

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