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anonymous asked:

Can you write another fanfiction with Souphead. Like when nobody knows Jughead has an identical cousin and they keep mistaking him for Jughead like in the comics. Thank you and your fanfiction are fantastic!

Let me give it a go! This is gonna be pre relationship bughead so kinda au.
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“Hey!” Betty giggled, snatching her apple from Jugheads hands “I do have to eat something from my own lunch tray.”

Jughead shrugged carelessly, his fingers tugging on the end of her blonde ponytail
“I’m a growing boy, and it’s your job to keep me fed.” His boyish smirk never failed to make Betty weak in the knees and this moment was no exception.

Raising a perfectly plucked brow, Betty grinned
“And why would that be my job?”

Jughead blushed deep scarlet, the color so satisfying to Betty she couldn’t help but reach her hand to his face and let her fingers brush over his cheeks,the color only darkening.

“Well.. ya know.. it’s just.. we umm.” The poor dark haired boy beside her stuttered, his fingers tapping nervously as his eyes fluttered slightly due to her touch.

Their relationship was new, it had no labels and neither of the flustered teens knew quite what it was that they had. They were close, that was for sure and the physical and emotional attraction was the strongest either of them had ever experienced. They may not have labels but they did have stolen moments.

Betty’s body pressed against his in the blue and gold, Frank Sinatra crooning in the background as they slowdanced in the empty classroom. The way Jugheads lips felt on her cheeks when he dropped her off at home, holding her a little longer when she didn’t want to face her mother. Betty’s homemade blueberry pie, that seemed to almost replace his fathers scotch when she would make Sunday dinner for the two Jones men.

Pulling herself back into the moment Betty decided to put her “not quite Boyfriend/Boyfriend” out of his misery. Ruffling his dark waves lazily she turned back to her lunch.

“So when does your cousin get here? I can’t wait to meet him.”

With a very audible groan Jughead dropped his head to the table.
“Tonight. He’s nothing like me. He may look like me but don’t be fooled, he’s nothing like me.”

Betty smiled at the distressed boy in front of her
“Two Jugheads doesn’t sound so bad to me.”

Popping his chin in his hand Jughead stared lovingly at the beautiful blonde before him.

“Yeah well. Let’s just stick with one okay?”

Betty rolled her eyes as the warning bell rang
“Whatever you say Juggie. I still can’t wait to meet him. I have this weird feeling we’re gonna be good friends”

Something in Jugheads eyes flickered, something Betty had never seen before, before she had a chance to ask him what was wrong Veronica was by her side dragging her to last period.
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“Listen to me. No messing around, these are my friends. Well kind of, Betty and Archie are my friends and.. well I guess Veronica and Kevin are too.. thats not the point.. just… try not to mess anything up.” Jughead sighed as he addressed the boy beside him.

The resemblance was uncanny, Jugheads cousin had the same dark almost purple waves and sky blue eyes, his tan skin was just as smooth as Jugheads except he was missing the spattering of freckles and beauty marks that were so uniquely Jughead.

Souphead rolled his eyes
“When have I ever let you down cuz? This is gonna be awesome. I’m sure the babes here are much more fun then all of the stuck up barbies out in California .”

Jughead shook his head and started moving quicker than he had ever walked in his entire life, his cousin scrambled to catch up.

“I’m thinking a blonde. Ya know how I like the dark haired girls but new school new me, ya know what I mean?”

Jughead turned to him, a bored expression on his face as they made it to his locker
“Whatever soup, just try not to get in any fights. It’s your first day and you know F.P will kill us both if you get suspended.”

Suddenly souphead was nudged forward into the locker quickly turning around and coming face to face with Cheryl Blossom.

“Watch where you’re going Jughead. I don’t need to catch whatever germs you’re carrying under that disgusting beanie of yours, I mean really..” Cheryl’s words were cut off when she caught sight of the two twins in front of her
“There’s two of you?! Oh Jason save us all.”

Souphead gripped Cheryl’s hand in his, dropping a kiss to her knuckles
“I promise there’s only one of me, maybe I’ll introduce you sometime.” He lifted his eyebrows, Cheryl flinched in surprise before she seemed to melt in front of Jugheads eyes

“Per..perhaps you can.” She gulped

Souphead smiled that ever charming grin and turned back to his locker right beside Jughead, Cheryl stumbled backwards at his dismissal nearly tripping over her heels as she scurried away.

Jughead stared at his cousin for a moment before the boy slung his backpack over his shoulder
“Redheads. Not my thing.”


“Hey man, you’ll never guess what game i copped from Dilton!” Archie clapped souphead on the shoulder, completely disregarding his best friend standing right next to him.

Souphead stared up at Archie for a moment before turning to Jughead
“Once again, redheads. Not my thing.”

Archie moved away from souphead like he’d been burned staring wide eyed between the two cousins.
“You got cloned.” He questioned seriously.

Jughead couldn’t help the snort that came out
“Arch, meet my cousin. Souphead this is Archie.”

Archie nodded, grinning
“Totally weird man.”

It all happened before Jughead could stop it, he could see her but she couldn’t see him, he was hidden behind his locker door while Souphead was out in the open. Betty came up to Jugheads rowdy cousin, running her fingers through his hair.

“No hat today? It looks nice.” She whispered, fingers tangling at the ends as she pressed a little closer to the boy in front of her. Soupheads arms came around her waist, tugging her closer as Betty yelped her smile widening. Souphead grinned
“Now this is what I’m talking about.”

Jughead growled, stepping out of his place behind his locker.

“Let go. Now.” He demanded.

Betty’s eyes widened when she saw Jughead standing in front of her, she pried herself out of the look alikes arms and blushed rose petal pink.

“Oh my god. You must be souphead. I’m so sorry! Wow what an introduction right? I’m Betty Cooper it’s so nice to meet you!”

The grinning teen took her hands in his and squeezed
“Pleasures all mine Betty Cooper.”
Betty raised a confused eyebrow as she pulled her hands from his, smiling slightly.

Jughead cleared his throat and took Betty’s arm in his
“We have to get to class, I’ll see you at lunch. Try not to cause too much trouble again.”

Veronica had joined them at this point and was currently listening as Archie explained how Jugheads cousin was cloned to look just like him.

“Quit telling me that .. dad.. I got this” souphead smiled wickedly before throwing a wink in Betty’s direction

“See you at lunch sunshine.” Then he was off.

Jugheads grip on Betty’s arm was tighter than usual and she looked down at it pointedly

“I like him. He’s funny.” She smiled, shifting into Jugheads side a bit more.

The boy beside her sighed as his fingers played with the end of Betty’s cheerleading skirt

“That’s what I was afraid of.” He whispered.

Betty pulled away for a moment, realization dawning in her eyes. Oh. He was jealous.

Oh.


Moving to stand in front of him, Betty took her favorite boys face in her hands

“He’s funny juggie. And I like him. But you’re more than funny.. you don’t have to worry about losing me to him.. you’re…you’re everything.” She whispered, dropping her own kiss to his cheek.

Jughead let out a sigh of relief before dealing his arm over her shoulder

“Okay Betts. You’ve convinced me. And by the way?”

Betty looked up at him, green eyes sparkling

“You’re more than everything”

anonymous asked:

I wanna ask u, i have a room with baby blue (color) walls and i thought maybe one day, i will do something pretty to it. What do i need to do with those walls, can u give me some ideas? I just need inspiration

im not an expert at giving ideas but i’ll give it a go

If i have a wall with the color of baby blue, 

  • i could add white clouds everywhere (realistic or simple)
  • the ocean waves (realistic) 
  • hang polaroid photos or just simple photos of anything (memories)
  • add string lights around your room, so whenever you turn off your room lights, there’ll be small lights that illuminates your room with warm colors
  • give cute little stickers anywhere and any kind you like so you’ll keep looking at them other than a simple blank wall
  • hang a painting of something you like or something that interest you. Could be your favorite celebrity’s face or it could be your own paintings

well i think i’m running out of ideas, i hope this helps ;w;

Lance Week: Friends

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Day Two/7-24-17: Friends

Lance has always been good at making friends. He was an extrovert through and through, and his open personality and general amicability made it too easy for him. He understood that some people had more difficulty with it, but making friends was one of those things that had just come naturally to him. Put him in a room full of strangers and five hours later he would know all of their names, faces, and favorite colors at least.

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Joji facts from the h3h3 podcast
  • has a bag full of seeds in preparation for the end of the world
  • brings the “tightest gifts” to baby showers 
  • will b at ethan and hilas childs bris 
  • believes in “demons” 
  • his mom cried and said hes going to hell after seeing his tattoo 
  • religious? “its complicated” “Agnostic” 
  • and my favorite: makes this face at “women are- in a nature sense- to be conquered”

I still remember the way you take your coffee and how your voice sounds in the morning. I still remember your favorite flower and the face you make when something awkward happens. The size of your t-shirts and the posters on your wall. What you wore the first time I saw you.

That doesn’t mean I still love you - I don’t.
That doesn’t mean I’m not over you - I am.
That means you were meant to leave an impact on my life, in order for me to find the right one. You succeeded. You were a lesson.
I’ll appreciate that someday.
Until then, iced coffee that you’ll put in the fridge for later. Lilac roses. Extra large. Grey’s Anatomy. Jeans and a white shirt.
I’m happy. I hope you are, too.