heartbreak doesn’t come with a warning sign and you’ll never see it coming. it doesn’t make you feel unsafe or uncomfortable or sad, it makes you feel happy and it makes you feel beautiful and it makes you feel like it’s love. heartbreak will destroy you, heartbreak will eat you alive. it will raise you up with every word it says and it will tear you down with every step it takes closer to the door. heartbreak doesn’t have dark eyes with a wardrobe that says “trouble.” heartbreak has green eyes and a bright smile with a box behind its back filled with the hearts of those who came before you.
Plot: The best part about being an assistant in a lab was watching all new inventions come to life, although sometimes some of them fail, leaving them away in a storage room, never to be bothered with; free for the taking.
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader | Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff, angst, Futuristic au!
Notes: The internet isn’t back and I posted this on my laptop using a hotspot. I’m sick of the internet company’s shit honestly. Forgive me for any mistakes I might have missed. I will be sure to correct them when I have the wifi back. 3.5K Words
You just felt like the smartest person in the planet.
It felt amazing to have Taehyung walking by your side, a smile on his face, and his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his black pants. He looked so much more fashionable than you did, but you didn’t care.
A bright pink carton of chocolate covered sticks lay untouched on Flug’s workbench. “Oh… that’s my snack, s-sir. It’s um… p-pocky sticks…”
Tthe demon inspected the strange snack closer. He read over the package out loud, “ ‘Enjoy a delicious snack of strawberry chocolate covered biscuit sticks! You can even play games with this delightful treat!’ What games is this stupid box speaking of, Doctor?”
“Games? P-Perhaps they m-mean the game where y-you have two people with an s-stick in their mouths. Y-You have to eat as m-much of the s-stick as you can m-manage.”
“We should try this human game.”
Flug glanced from his blueprints with a shocked expression, his gaze never leaving the curious look in Black Hat’s eyes, “Sir?”
“We’re going to play this game, Doctor.”
Black Hat seemed serious about playing this human-made snack game, “Y-Yes, sir.”
Flug flushed at his position, his eyes wide and watching Black Hat grab a stick from the bright box. Currently, he was in BH’s office, sitting on the edge of his desk while his boss sat silently in his chair.
Any normal day, he’d be yelled at and murdered for being sat on his desk…
Flug flinched, “Yes, s-sir?”
Black Hat held the stick between his thumb and index finger, “How do we play this human game?”
“W-Well… one person puts it in their m-mouth and the other has to t-take the other end in their m-mouth.”
Black Hat put one end, the biscuit end, in his mouth between his teeth. “D-Don’t chew it though. Not yet anyway. Y-You start chewing to eat as m-much as you can but the s-stick has to s-stay in your m-mouth.”
The boss kept his face emotionless as his scientist took the other end between his lips, raising his bag above his nose with a finger. Neither made a move for the first few seconds, awkwardly leaning towards one another.
Finally, however, Black Hat began taking in more of the pocky stick, chewing on the bit in his mouth as he pushed forward to take more.
Flug followed his lead, pushing the stick as far as he could into his mouth before letting his tongue melt the chocolate and biscuit.
Flug smiled, enjoying the flavor of strawberry against his taste buds. He delightfully closed his eyes and tilted his head before his nose could nuzzle against the other’s cheek.
Black Hat noticed the doctor’s movements and copied him, finding it easier now to get more of the stick. When they had equally met in the middle, he felt something brush against his lips and froze up.
Uncertainty was drawn across his face and he furrowed his brows in confusion, pressing forward against it. He heard a squeak and pulled away, swallowing the treat in melting on his tongue before responding, “What is it, Doctor?”
Flug pulled his bag back down and furiously shook his head. Before Black Hat could question him anymore, he noticed a quick screech from behind him. Flug looked over his shoulder, Demencia’s mouth opened to the floor with shock as she watched the two of them.
The lizard girl let out an exasperated noise before taking off, leaving both of them confused. “Ready for round two, Doctor?”
“Y-You want to play another round?”
“I think it was fun. Besides, Doctor, it was a draw.” Black Hat smirked, seeing the doctor flush before nodding slowly and grabbing the box from beside him.
Pairing - Jake x MC Prompt - After the first run-in with the Arachnids, Michelle and Jake have a heart to heart about MC. Warnings - None that I can think of. Word Count - 1462 It’s a shorter one, but it’s a happy one so there’s that. I wrote this a few days ago mostly because I love the way Michelle and Jake kinda butt heads sometimes and I love the idea of Michelle and MC being friends that are protective over each other.
“Why you gotta make me feel weak at a time like this?”
Everyone was exhausted. As soon as the group entered the resort, they settled down to sleep. Jake had tried, truly, but found himself lying wide awake beside his princess. There were too many thoughts running through his mind; the adrenaline was pumping too wildly through his system. Jake had seen Lundgren for the first time since the crash, the first time since Mike was killed. Not only that, but Lundgren had endangered not just Jake but the people he’d grown to care about over the time he’s spent with them. He endangered Jake’s princess.
“Can’t sleep either?”
Jake hadn’t been expecting anyone to be awake. Michelle was standing in the center of the lobby where everyone slept, looking as wide awake as he felt. “There’s food in the kitchen, if you’re hungry.”
“Yeah, that’d be great,” Jake responded, though only earned a scoff.
“I didn’t say I’d bring it to you,” the college student countered, rolling her eyes. At his motion to the sleeping girl beside him, Michelle only brushed him off. “She can sleep through anything, trust me. C’mon.” In truth, Jake was starving after the day’s events, so he followed her into the kitchen. The room was massive, full of chrome cabinets and counters. Sleek kitchen appliances filled the space. Jake sat down at a counter as Michelle stepped into the pantry and came back with various snacks. “There’s more, but I’m not cooking,” she announced before setting the cereal boxes on the counter. “You a Cheerios or a Froot Loops kinda guy?”
Jake looked at her for a long moment. The pair hadn’t gotten along too well through the time on the island, so he didn’t understand the sudden kindness. Though, he wasn’t about to ruin the night. After all, it seemed like neither of them were going to bed anytime soon. So, he shrugged and picked up a box, pulling it open and grabbing a handful of cereal. “Actually, I’m more of a Lucky Charms fan.”
“Huh. Didn’t know you were a five year old.” Despite the comment, a loose smirk was forming on her face.
“Yeah? Well I didn’t know you were eighty-seven. You couldn’t find anything better than Raisin Bran?” Jake countered, giving her his own smirk.
“Oh shut up. You don’t have to be so snarky all the time, you’re not fooling anyone,” Michelle spoke then between handfuls of her cereal. “I know how it works. You act like an ass to keep people away. Well, you didn’t keep everyone away.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Jake shot back, pausing in his eating. He’d never expected her to stand with him when his old team showed up. Princess, it’s me he wants. Take the others and get out of here!
“Woah, are you okay? You look like you’re gonna be sick.” The thought of her getting hurt because of him made him nauseous. Lundgren couldn’t take two people from him. Jake placed his palms on the counter, feeling the cool metal against his skin. It kept him focused on the present; a trick he’d learned the first year after escaping from behind enemy lines. He kept his eyes closed, breathing out a slow breath before nodding and opening his eyes. “She cares about you, you know that?”
“I know. It’s gonna get her hurt someday,” he finally states, resuming eating the cereal if only to find something else to focus on. There was nothing that scared him more than someone he loved caring about him. Mike was willing to risk his life for Jake’s cause, and in the end, he did give his life. It felt like he’d lost a brother that day, he didn’t know if he could ever feel the same pain again; the pain of losing someone he loved when it was his own damned fault. “It’s gonna get her hurt as soon as we get off the island.”
A pause; Jake knew Michelle was decrypting what he said. It didn’t take long, again proving her intelligence. “You don’t plan on sticking around? What an ass move.”
“I’m starting to think that’s my name, Maybelline,” Jake responded dully, not much play in his words. He only gave her a side glance before staring at the bright red cereal box in his hands. It seemed to contrast wildly with the conversation they were having.
“If you aren’t serious about this, you should tell her. She’s serious about you.” Michelle sounded angry, sounded hurt by his words as if she were the girl he was running from.
She didn’t understand. Jake gripped the side of the counter now, lifting his head to stare at the college girl. “Not serious? I’d get down on one knee right now if I could. I’d take her home to meet my family, I’d start my own family with her someday,” he struggled not to let his voice shake. Sounding passionate was one thing, but he couldn’t appear weak in front of Michelle, not in front of anyone. “But I can’t, because my mother thinks I’m a traitor. If we tried to get married, I’d be arrested for treason and she’d be arrested for helping to hide me, and any kid we could potentially have would never receive the perfect life it deserves because we’d be on the run constantly. I’m serious, I’m just realistic too.”
“She’d be willing to do it, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. I also know she deserves better than that, better than me.”
“You were going to sacrifice yourself for us today,” Michelle spoke, seemingly changing the subject. Jake felt himself relax; talking about his actions was more comfortable than opening up about his feelings for his princess. It had been hard enough coming to the realization and acceptance that he’d fallen for her, much less vocalizing it and his fears to one of her college mates. “For her.”
A shrug. That would have been the easy part. Jake was terrified of Lundgren, but he’d face the man a thousand times over if it meant ensuring the safety of his princess. His fear of seeing her hurt because of him was far greater than any fear of one man. “I didn’t have to. Princess stopped that plan right away.”
More silence. Michelle was focusing on her cereal now, staring at it as if it held the answer to all her questions. Jake had poured some of his cereal on the counter, and was now picking out the marshmallows to eat. There wasn’t anyone to call him rude for picking out the best parts. “This island’s changing all of us, more than you could notice,” Michelle finally spoke, a quieter voice than before. “Back at Hartfeld, she was no leader. Her and Diego melted into the crowd. I’d met her, of course, but she didn’t leave an impression on me. She was just some college student from a small town trying to fit in on campus. It felt like her life goal was to blend into the background. Now…well, she’s an entirely different person. I’m convinced some of that is your doing.”
“Me?” Jake didn’t believe it for one instant. It was the fear of losing her friends that caused her to step up. Even when he’d first met her in the cockpit of his plane she was a force to be reckoned with. He’d guessed even then that, given time he didn’t think they’d have, she’d have an effect on him. At first, it was because she reminded him so much of Mike. Then, it was because she was forcing him to deal with caring for someone again, with loving someone so deeply it scared him.
“I’m serious. You push her to be her best self. I could be friends with this new her,” Michelle explained. She tossed a piece of her Raisin Bran at him and shook her head. “Don’t pick out the marshmallows! What are you, a heathen?!”
A laugh. Jake hadn’t felt like laughing much in the past few years, but this group of college kids seemed to be able to make it happen easily. “You can’t tell an elder what to do, Maybelline,” he chuckled.
“You’re, what, thirty? You’re not much of an elder.”
“I’m twenty-six!” Jake exclaimed then, palm smacking against his chest in disbelief. “You think I look thirty?”
“A generous thirty. Is that a gray hair?” Michelle smirked, setting down the purple box in her hand and crossing her arms against her chest. “You might want to get to the proposal before your hair grays and falls out.”
“I shouldn’t have told you that.”
“No, you probably shouldn’t have,” Michelle countered, standing up and beginning to walk back to the lobby where the others slept soundly. She paused in the doorway, offered a small smile, then added, “but I’m glad you did.”
Thinkin’ of the C-Cube discourse lol Why is the foam’s colour mentioned? (specifically, it’s blue in both versions, regardless of the Cube’s colour.)
I need to speak to Artemis about his colouration choices. Make the foam… idk grey or something. CONTRAST, ARTY!
So instead of me continuing the dreaded “what colour is the cube?” argument (which ended like, a year ago), I propose another, more agreeable one:
WHY, if the Cube was blue, would the foam also be blue?
Artemis Fowl II, genius, has absolutely no grasp on how much colour would help his flair for dramatics. If I were Spiro, I would have laughed at the concept of a bright red box surrounded by blue foam. I would have laughed at it if it were blue as well, just for the sheer fact that it’s blue-on-blue. You wouldn’t be able to see it properly, and it would look tacky!
This boy, with a flair for the dramatics, has absolutely no idea that he would make my inner artist cringe at this one passing line on page ten of the book.
Now, if it were red/grey, or red/black, or blue/grey or whatever the Cube’s colour is, then I’d be happy with it all. But it’s red/blue, (or blue/blue) so I’m not happy with it all.
So, a note: Artemis doesn’t wear coloured ties. But if he did, it’s probably a red tie with a blue shirt/jacket.
Summary : sometimes it was the little things that meant the most to you
Word Count : 1090
Author’s note: this was the first josh request I ever got and it made me absolutely squeal, also if you guys could boost this and get it to @fabulous-fictitious-feels that would be awesome, because she was the first josh writer I ever read and it’s really shitty what happened to her to make her take down her stories and it would just mean the world to me if she’d read this :) Also dedicated to @thatcherjoesuggimagines for actually believing I could get over this writing funk and Tanis is just generally my favourite person in the world and she always loves what I write and I just adore her, she’s so cuute :)))
You had always been able to find a sense of calm out of the most mundane of things; you took great pleasure in organisation and list making. Folding laundry eased your worries and allowed you to gather your thoughts. Your mind was quite the jumbled heap at the best of times, so when you were around about the age of eighteen and realised that doing your chores were the only time when you weren’t frantic with worry, you began to look forward to these things.
Amongst these mundane activities, however, grocery shopping was at the top of your list. You relished in the entire purpose; from compiling a list of everything that you needed to get for the following week, to actually setting aside time to do it, to going home and immediately cooking something delicious out of the ingredients you had purchased - you loved it all.
When you had first moved in with Josh and the Maynards, the first thing you noticed was that they were awful at shopping for food, almost as bad as they were at actually cooking the food. But when you took Josh with you one day to do the groceries, it slowly became more than your process, it became your new tradition with the ginger boy.
You always had a great time with him and it was often the only proper time you would get with him during certain weeks, so you came to treasure this vaguely bizarre tradition that you had formed with him.
Which is also how you had managed to find yourself with Josh in a supermarket at nine am on a Thursday morning, both of you having put off work and university for a couple of hours in order to do this strange little activity together. It had been going quite well too, any time that you spent with Josh never failed to bring a smile to your face and butterflies to your stomach, that is, until Josh had answered a phone call from Caspar … nearly twenty-five minutes ago.
You weren’t usually a jealous girlfriend - that isn’t to say that you appreciated random girls batting their fake eyelashes at Josh in the clubs, but you trusted him enough to not endanger your relationship - however, it had been nearly half an hour and this was supposed to be your thing, your time. Not yours and Josh’s with Caspar as a phone-a-friend.
You knew they were discussing work and that it was important and you were trying really really hard to not be the whiny, jealous, attention-seeking girlfriend that you usually cringed at when Josh would tell you stories of Jack and Conor’s latest squeeze’s, but this had gone too far.
Not only were you being neglected by your oblivious boyfriend, but you were also in the cereal aisle and at a measly 5'4, were far far too short to reach your favourite cereal. Josh always got it down for you. And while you weren’t exactly thrilled with Josh’s attachment to his phone today, you had been raised to be overly polite and courteous and you knew that distracting someone while they were on the phone was quite rude indeed.
But you really loved that cereal … and Josh probably wouldn’t be done for a while …
Taking a deep breath and trying to gather your nerve, you stood on your tip toes and tapped Josh on the shoulder gently, feeling the butterflies swarm into your stomach as soon as his bright eyes met your own, that familiar lazy grin spreading across his face as he looked at you.
Pulling the phone away from his ear, he looked over at you expectantly, “Yeah, babe, what’s up?” he asked you sweetly, meanwhile you could still hear Caspar prattling on over the phone.
Wringing your hands together tightly, you looked down at your shoes shyly, trying to fight back the blush spreading from the apples of your cheeks across to your ears and down and over your neck and chest. When you finally picked your head up, you looked up from your hands to Josh’s wide smile, to the cereal on the top shelf, the bright orange box taunting you slightly.
“I’m really sorry to bother you, but I can’t reach the cereal box, do you think you could maybe get it for me?” you mumbled shyly, peering up at him over the brim of your glasses and breathing out in relief when he reached up easily and plucked the box off of the shelf before depositing it in your basket.
Smiling up at him shyly, you stood on your tiptoes again and brushed a kiss against his stubble covered jaw, “Thanks, doll, you can go back to your phone call now, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you tell him quietly before lowering yourself back down to your flat-footed position.You fished out the shopping list that you had painstakingly written in perfect cursive the night before, using the pen you always carried with you to cross off the cereal.
Tapping your pen against the paper as you tried to think of what you needed to get more; milk or cheese, you were surprised to feel an arm wrap around your shoulders firmly.
Jumping slightly, you were shocked when you lifted your head to see your boyfriend sliding his phone into his back pocket before tightening his grip on you and pressing a light kiss to your temple, his arm around you squeezing you slightly.
“What happened to your phone call? I didn’t ruin it did I?” you asked him innocently, your concern for him shining through your word.
Josh had told you from day one that his favourite thing about you was how much you cared about everyone else and how you took care of not only him but the rest of the boys as well.
“Of course not, Baby, I only picked it up because Caspar told me it was an emergency and then I couldn’t get him to shut up for long enough to make an excuse to leave. But this is our thing, our time, our day,” he tells you as he leads you further down the aisle, missing the bashful and grateful smile that lights up your face.
“Oh and we definitely need milk more than cheese, think of all the tea we’d miss out on!” he chuckles as he twists a lock of your hair around his finger lightly.
Maybe things were a little crazy most of the time, and you were friends with some dead set lunatics, but this was still your thing. And it wasn’t going anywhere.
request: I’ve been down lately a lot has been going on but it’s getting better thank God… can I request a one shot where the reader is usually the one all giggly and happy and Jug is the one that’s always down and being himself but it’s vice versa now and he’s trying everything he can to make the reader feel better and trying to make her smile and laugh so he’ll do dumb cute things that he usually wouldn’t do and she can’t explain why she’s down she just hasn’t been herself with everything going on
pairing: jughead jones x reader
a/n:to the reader who requested this, I hope you find some happiness in the small day to day things and when you wake up; the sun shines a little brighter than the day before.
The pumping music was too much for her ears, the shouts of the power hungry red head were beginning to become lost to her ears. The simplest of dance moves were almost impossible to conquer with her sleep deprived limbs. She attempted a twirl along with the rest of the girls on the squad but it was halfhearted and pitiful, not elegant or graceful like Cheryl’s.
She now turned with her eyes as cold as ice and as sharp as daggers, turned directly towards the baggy eyed girl at the back. She flipped a long piece of her ginger hair over her shoulder, the undeniable look of Blossom superiority morphing into her once soft features.
“I’m sorry, do you need a break?” Cheryl asked, no hint of actually offering a break in her tone. She strode purposefully up and down the line of now waiting cheerleaders - that included a wide eyed Betty and a curious Veronica.
“It seems that y/n here can’t keep up with the simplest routine!” the Blossom heir snipped, her head whipping in the girls direction.
“I’m sorry Cheryl, I didn’t get much sleep last night” y/n mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I can tell” the red head snapped “those bags under your eyes clearly aren’t designer”
“Cheryl!” Betty quipped with a gasp, her bright eyes flitting from Cheryl to her best friend that now sported cheeks that were red with irritation.
“Excuse me Elizabeth but I can’t afford to have girls on my cheer squad that are just going to bring the rest of us down” Cheryl’s expression was cold and unyielding, she flashed her eyes back to y/n “you’re excused from practice today. You can leave now”
Cheryl never backed down with her glare and y/n stood there at the back of the line contemplating what to do. She felt like grabbing Cheryl by her long hair and swinging her around the gymnasium a few times to shake the evil out of her, or maybe snap back with an equally insulting comment. But there was a tiredness inside her that she couldn’t explain, and that exhaustion was even causing her to abandon standing up for herself.
With one last look at Betty and Veronica, she threw her pompoms on the ground with a heavy sigh and stalked away from the gym.
“What do you think is up with y/n?” Archie leaned back in the armchair in Betty’s living room “this is the second time this week she’s blown off our studying sessions”
The rest of the group were gathered around the coffee table, Kevin sat with Veronica and Betty sat near a sprawling pile of study notes. Jughead was quite comfortable with his legs crossed on the ground, an elbow resting on his knee.
“She seemed really down at cheer practice, she’s normally one of the most involved cheerleaders” Betty added, looking at Veronica for confirmation of her statement. The dark haired girl gave a nod in return.
“You know she hasn’t come to Pop’s with us in a while either” Kevin said, a frown playing on his lips.
“Hey Jug, she’s your girlfriend” Archie leaned towards the beanie wearing boy “you know her better than anyone, do you know what’s up?”
Jughead sighed a little, turning his eyes towards the glass of the table he sat near instead of the questioning ones of the russet haired boy. He didn’t like the idea of discussing y/ns constant down behaviour before she spoke about it first. It wasn’t his place to say, and besides he didn’t know enough to openly talk about it.
“Look guys, I don’t know what’s wrong. She’s been pretty quiet with me this week so I couldn’t say” he gave a shrug, as if he was nonchalant towards the whole situation. But in truth he wasn’t.
Smiles had faltered to frowns. Warm hugs and wet kisses had become somewhat non existent in their relationship, and long talks beneath the stars had turned to brief texts. At first Jughead had thought that maybe her heart wasn’t in it anymore, that maybe that heart didn’t want his any longer. He could understand that, and accept it no matter how much it hurt. Maybe being with the same person since you were thirteen could become cold after that long.
But then Jughead began to notice that it wasn’t just his jokes she didn’t laugh at, or it wasn’t just him she didn’t have the energy to talk to. It was everyone. Slowly but surely she began giving excuses why she couldn’t go to Pop’s or to their study sessions, and after a while she stopped giving excuses at all. She just wouldn’t turn up.
Her school work was faltering and Jughead could notice how her once sparkling eyes now dulled like the blackest sky. But y/n had never given a reason, never told a tale of how the darkness had gripped her or why she never laughed anymore.
She had always been - since they were kids- the one to hold out a hand or offer a smile when someone was needing it. She needed it now, and Jughead wanted to help. His friends fell back into steady conversation while his head was doing the complete opposite, twirling and pounding with worry but also coming up with ideas to put a smile back on his girlfriends face.
Another day. Another drama.
This time around it came in the form of a teacher and not the usual red haired Blossom witch, which in a way was a sort of relief. Having a break from Cheryl’s snappy comments and cold glares seemed like a weight had lifted from y/ns shoulders.
The relief and gratitude of not being under Blossom scrutiny during cheer practice had been short lived however. It had been replaced by the schools history teacher and a very disappointing C grade. Y/n had stood there while her teacher had told her how her grades were slowly slipping and how he was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to pull herself up. Then the really bad thing had happened- they had the talk. That talk between student and teacher that usually ended with something like “If there’s anything you need to talk about, my door is always open”
Could everyone see how drained she looked? How sad she seemed? Did everyone now notice the heavy bags under her eyes?
Now there was another sort of heaviness on her shoulders; one that was weighed down with unsaid troubles and sobs that wanted to crawl up from her chest. Why was it so hard to just talk?
Maybe it was because she was afraid that she really had no excuse to be this way. Her parents weren’t fighting, there was no pressure at home, she had a group of friends she loved and a boyfriend any girl would be lucky to have. Maybe that was it. Maybe it was because she had no excuse and that just made it all worse; to know that she was living a perfectly happy life but wasn’t happy.
Y/n tried to push the thoughts of heaviness from her already clouded mind. The corridors were full of people as she made her way through them; the bell for lunch ringing proudly around the school. Kevin and Veronica stood gossiping ten lockers down and they both flashed her a smile she was sure she returned dully. The raven haired Lodge just frowned a little around her perfect glossed lips, and that just made y/n feel even worse. Sympathy for being sad was something she repressed.
She turned her eyes towards her locker and in one swift movement opened it up. A picture of Jughead and herself smiling met her like it did everyday; pinned to the grey of the inside of her locker door. It had been taken by Archie last summer when he had become overly enthusiastic about the new camera his dad had bought him. It was a rare photo of Jughead without his hat; instead the grey beanie was placed on y/ns head and her boyfriends smile was the widest she’d ever seen.
Her eyes however, did not stay on the photo for long but instead landed on the very unusual sight of a white box sitting inside. She got that automatic paranoid feeling that someone had been in her locker when she had been in class. Her hand trembled slightly as it picked up the cardboard box, a bright yellow post it note stuck to the top.
Smile more often it read you’re beautiful when you do
Her heart skipped a beat as she looked all around her, trying to see if anyone suspicious was lurking around. No one was however. She turned her attention to the box, and inside was something that made her lips twitch rapidly. Her favourite red velvet cupcakes sat inside, and somehow her bad grade in history didn’t seem so bad anymore with the promise of confectionery comfort.
She slowly closed her locker door and made her way over to Veronica and Kevin who were a few of the only people left in the corridor. Kevin looked up as he heard her light footsteps and quickly nudged Veronica who turned around instantly.
“Hey girl, what’s up?” she asked, her dark lidded eyes suddenly flooding in a warmth y/n felt right in her stomach.
“Were any of you in my locker? Or did you see anyone at it?” y/n asked with a furrowed brow, eyeing her two friends closely.
“No, and I never seen anyone either. Did you Kev?” Veronica asked but the boy just shook his head, leaving y/n feeling as confused as ever.
“It’s just someone left these cupcakes for me, and I’ve no idea who” she let her shoulders drop.
“Hey do you want to come to lunch with us today?” Kevin softly asked. She contemplated it for a moment, knowing how she hadn’t sat with her friends at lunch in forever; always giving the excuse that she was in the library. Her eyes dropped to the yellow note that she held in both hands.
Smile more often, you’re beautiful when you do
“Yeah, I think I will” she told them, matching their smiles just as wide.
The cafeteria was buzzing with loud conversation; mostly coming from the football teams table and loud high pitched laughter from the River Vixens usual spot. Right in the middle however, was a table that hosted a red head, a blonde girl next door and the unmistakable hat of Jughead Jones. All three of them looked as equally surprised to see y/n joining them today for lunch.
“Y/n” Betty smiled that eye twinkling smile “glad you could join us”
“Well I had these cupckaes and didn’t know who to share them with” she smiled back at her, swinging a leg over the bench and sitting beside her boyfriend.
“Hey” Jughead whispered, trying to share a somewhat private moment within the noise of the cafeteria.
“Hey” y/n whispered back, a hand placing itself on the warm skin of Jughead’s neck. He leaned in with a crooked smile, those turned up lips touching hers. She sighed against his mouth, wishing that it was just the two of them and she could kiss him like she used to.
But she broke away with the trace of her happiness etched onto her features. Jughead grabbed her hand under the table and it was almost like he knew; knew exactly that she needed something to hold onto. The note in the back of her pocket burned like it was on fire.
The notes had kept on coming, all day long. They had turned up in the most unexpected places; like the inside of her English folder or on the mirror of her makeup compact, and then at the end of the day there had been more inside her locker.
All were written with positive messages encouraging her in every aspect, and praising the way she looked when she smiled or the way her laugh sounded like music. It lessened a little of the burden of everyday sadness, and was one of the many reasons she was able to face the onslaught of Cheryl and the effort of the River Vixens routine at that nights football game.
The throngs of celebrating Riverdale inhabitants had slowly faded out from the football field while the losing team had trudged back to their school bus. Y/n now sat on the bleachers among the darkness of the night and the twinkling stars. the echos of the crowd still hauntingly ringing in her ears.
The notes that had been left for her now lay scattered on her lap, the inked words staring back at her. Some were longer than others, some more poetic, and all of them had the same resounding echo of a voice she knew. She could hear the shuffle of footsteps behind her, and in a moment she knew who was there.
“You not joining in the celebrating at Pop’s?” it was Jughead, and he now came towards her, his eyes dropping to the expanse of her cheer skirt, the one that held all the notes.
“I’m not really up for being around all those people right now” she told him, meeting his eyes as he knelt right in front of her “I know it was you” she added with a small smile.
“What do you mean?” her boyfriend asked her, the shadow of the field lights bouncing off his features but she could see his mouth was twisting into a grin.
“I know it was you; who left all those notes for me” she told him, her hands coming to clasp the soft skin of his face. He brought one hand up to hers and let his thumb rub circles along the back of it.
“How did you guess?” Jughead asked with a shaky laugh, his light eyes tracing every line of her face.
“I thought it was Veronica at first, it seemed like a very Veronica thing to do” she breathed “but then I remembered you’re the only one with my locker combination”
“I just thought that you…..needed some cheering up, you know? You just seem so down lately and I don’t know why” she dropped her hands from his face but he took them up immediately, holding them close to him “you can talk to me, baby”
“I don’t know what’s wrong” y/n let out in a whisper, her eyes dropping to their clasped hands “I’m just drained and sad all the time and I don’t know why. Nothing is wrong but at the same time everything’s wrong. Forget it I’m not making sense”
“Stop right there” Jughead softly told her, holding her hands tighter “see this is the problem with so many people. You think you’re not making sense or what you have on your mind isn’t important enough for anyone to listen to. But I’m listening y/n. Just talk to me”
She looked at him with tear filled eyes and he looked back just as sad. She knew she could tell him everything, and he’d listen. There was no doubt about that.
“There’s just this sadness inside me and I don’t know why it’s there or why it came on me all of a sudden. My parents love me, and support everything I do. I’ve great friends, I have you Juggy and I normally have good grades but I just feel like everything is slipping away, and that I can’t get a hold on it anymore” the tears escaped down her cheeks but Jughead shushed her with a soothing kiss to her cheek. He sat beside her and let her head fall into his chest.
“Sometimes you don’t have to have a horrible life to be sad all the time. But I don’t want that sadness to turn into a horrible life for you. I don’t want you to feel like this forever” Jughead said.
“I just feel so selfish for moping around all the time when there’s people at school who have it worse than me and -”
“Hey, don’t do that. You don’t get to beat yourself up because of that, that’s not fair. This isn’t your fault, this is something inside you that’s making you feel this way. Someone just needs to reach in deep enough to fix it” he told her, rubbing away the black smudges under her eyes.
“I feel sometimes that you’re going to leave me, and it scares me” she whispered and his heart beat echoed dully in his chest when she spoke those words.
“I would never leave you, baby” he reassured her, sweeping her hair back from her face to look at her properly “you’re the only thing in this world that means everything to me and I love you”
“I love you too, Jug” was her response; like it always was when he said it first.
“Look, I’m not naive enough to believe this will be fixed with a few love notes and cupcakes” he said “but if it made you smile for a few moments then that’s the reason why I done it. But you need something more long term. You and I should go tomorrow and make an appointment with the school counselor, you need to talk to someone other than me and I really think that it would help. I understand if you don’t want to, but just think about it”
“You’ll be there with me, right?” she asked him and he nodded with a smile.
“Right by your side”
Maybe Jughead was right, talking to someone else would be a good idea. Someone who was qualified to deal with these sort of things and maybe then she could walk around school with a genuine smile and not with one so forced and empty. Jughead took her hand, and in the other she held the notes he had left her throughout the day, the message of each one resonating deeper than they had earlier.
That feeling of drowning in a sea of sadness was slowly ebbing as they both walked away from the football field, hand in hand. She knew that the waves weren’t going to subside right away, and that maybe they’d swallow her from time to time like they did to so many others.
But one comforting thought remained with her; no matter how deep she was dragged under, Jughead would always be there to pull her up.
// thank you for being such a cutie!! grocery shopping is so fun tbh I feel u fam
I added everyone but Zen’s is the longest since you asked for him!!
- He never really went shopping very often when he was single? Only if basically all he had to eat was ketchup and some bread that’s when he knows it’s time>
- Will not even fucking touch the handle bar of a cart without drowning it out in hand sanitizer honestly
- Same with restrooms he hates to use public bathrooms unless he’s taking a selfie in them
- He’s not really a germaphobic he just doesn’t like the thought of how many other people touched that
- And I touch my face afterwards? disgusting
- He doesn’t know how to make anything other than basic meals so help him out with finding ingredients and such
- If you have a little list he thinks that’s so cute you’re so organized aw
- Has a habit of tossing things in the cart without really thinking, especially protein shakes and face masks like no Zen we need food damnit
- He likes looking at the movies too, he’ll pick up some cheesy looking romantic stuff to watch later with you
- Could spend 14 hours in the skin care section alone he has to read every single ingredient, google every single review, Zen hurry up good god
- If he gets complimented by someone in public he loves thinking that you’re being jealous because of it. It’s so cute to see you angrily throw fruit in the cart or stomp through isles. What a babe.
- He looks so cute when he goes to the grocery store he has his hair in a bun, a casual teeshirt and some jeans what a babe x2
- Usually he gets kind of impatient after an hour or two because he’s hungry and there’s so much food around that he can’t eat
- He always helps with unloading the groceries for you when you two get home why is he so cute
- He never goes shopping like good luck getting him to go because he gets everyone to get whatever he needs for him honestly
- So he thinks everything’s kind of new, he just stays by you and looks around at all the stuff.
- He’s so shook at the fact of all that fruit they have laying out in the store ?? does that not go bad? how do they do this he refuses to believe the human species would seriously buy 67 rhubarbs in 3-4 days
- What a waste of profit pft
- Loves looking at the clothes, gets a shirt with a cat holding its middle finger out inside the pocket for whenever he sees Zen ~
- He loves shopping! But only when he has money to do so. He gets food, video games, shirts. But his true home is dollar general. Literally everything is a dollar. how and why?
- It’s always fun with Yoosung, but he has a problem with getting things he doesn’t need.
- ” Why do you need a 6 pack of pink scarves Yoosung ”
- “ In case I get cold.. ”
- Usually brings out those puppy eyes and you let him get the scarves anyways. He’s so cute save me
- She likes shopping when she has time. Usually she doesn’t.
- It’s fun though, especially going to the clothes section. She was so used to the same old pencil skirts and tights that being with you lets her wear bright out of the box things.
- Imagine Jaehee in a giraffe onesie thank you
- Make inappropriate jokes like holding grapefruit up to your chest or stand above a “caution: wet floor” sign to embarrass the hell out of her in the best possible way :’)
- HE LIVES AND BREATHES TARGET DONT YOU LIE TO ME
- He’s so loud to shop with, if he looses you he will scream marco polo until you’re found
- CART RACING winner gets to choose where you both get to eat
- Also starts to open things and eat them in the middle of the store what the fuck are you doing
- “I’m going to buy it regardless” why are you like this
- He’ll find a sign that says “sweet dreams” and put things over it to spell out wet dreams or texts you a pic of him next to a sign that says “ my prince did come: his name is daddy ” with him dabbing
“Are you the guardian of Lance McClain, a student at the Garrison?”
“Yes, I am his mother. What’s happened?”
“I am sorry to inform you that Lance has been in-“
She didn’t hear the rest to know. To know that her Lance was gone. Dead. Her Lance, dead.
A freak accident, they said. A freak accident that took the lives of three students, including her own son. She couldn’t believe it. She wouldn’t believe it. How? How? A training accident. How? We aren’t allowed to reveal any more information. How? I’m sorry, ma’am.
Where is he? Where’s Lance? No bodies to recover, ma’am. What? Where is he? His stuff is in the car. We’ll bring it in. Where’s my son? I’m sorry.
That was the beginning of her nightmare.
They left her there alone, promising to contact her for further information and pensions. Pensions. She didn’t care about that. She wanted them to give her the thing, the person, she wanted.
Over the course of a few days, she had to prepare a funeral for her hijo. Her hijo with no body. That was the worst part of it. The no body part. They were going to have a funeral for someone who did not leave a body behind. How funny was that.
She never accepted it. She couldn’t. So she started to remember. Always remembering him. Always believing he would come home one day, even though everyone told her otherwise. Always, always, always she would look up at the stars asking, wishing, hoping for his return. And she believed this. Believed he would be back.
So, when a few years later a space ship landed in her backyard she was not surprised. He was back. Her hijo was back. Never gone. Just far away and finally home. But as she saw the young explorers carrying out a bright blue box, she knew that her second time would be much worse. For this time, there was a body.