his junior year, Jughead goes to New York for a writing internship.
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
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
“It’s really amazing,” Betty told him. “It’s a great experience, and you’ll learn so
“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.”
“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
“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
The lady sitting behind the desk glanced up at Jughead. “Ah, yes!
We’ve been expecting you, Mr. Jones!” she exclaimed, standing from her
“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.”
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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)
“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,
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
“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
“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
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.”
“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
“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
“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
“Nothing bad,” he shrugged.
“Sometimes things just don’t work out, you know?”
“Yeah,” (Y/N) muttered.
“I had a boyfriend.”
“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
“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
“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
“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.
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
Jughead laughed, “Where do I begin? She’s my ‘counterpart’ for the
internship. We’ve become very close.”
“I told you,” Betty grinned.
“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
“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
“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)
“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,
“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
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
“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.
“I called you quick-witted?”
“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
“Oh,” she murmured. “Yeah,
I did say that.”
“You were wrong,” Jughead said, trying to keep his voice
steady. He slowly grabbed her right
“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.”
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
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.”
• 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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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
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!
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
@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
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.”
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.