gonna be a summer like no other

So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover
That I know you can’t afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
Pull the sheets right off the corner
Of the mattress that you stole
From your roommate back in Boulder
We ain’t ever getting older

(might tweak with it a bit more later… but I have work in the morning and should have been in bed an hour ago RIP)

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do you know what I’m seeing? // panic! at the disco

Ever Since New York

Originally posted by riverdaleselite

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

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

Warnings: some swearing, you might cry

Word count: 4,574

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, am I late?” Jughead inquired.  

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

“My counterpart?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where are you from?”

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

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

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

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

“Ethiopian?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I knew you paid attention to me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re full of shit.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened?”

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

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

“Really?  That’s shocking.”

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

“How?” Jughead asked, growing concerned.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

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

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

“It’s been great,” Jughead answered.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You guys, I told you-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, the other thing.”

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

“Nope.”

“I called you quick-witted?”

“No!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She did?”

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

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

“If I kiss you-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It was nice.”

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

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

“And the internship?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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HAPPY 1st BIRTHDAY VOLTRON!! bit of a throwback, but i was thinking about how cool that song “Cheetah Sisters” from the classic movie would sound for Voltron in the iconic scene at the end of S2. thematically it just fit so well, and after opening the floor up to you guys to help me out - here we are!

This has been a really huge and exciting music project. It was so fun to work with everybody, thanks so much to everyone who was a part of it. With many thanks and congratulations to @chrispalmerart @thebestlaurenmontgomery @joshkeaton @bext-k and the entire cast & crew of Voltron for giving us such a fantastic show!!

CREDITS:
Shiro: @luicsings
Keith: @drowningwithvigor  
Pidge: @misterpoofofficial
Lance: @pessimisticipher
Hunk: @paxtara  
Allura: @lookforanewangle
Coran: @kcgane

lyrics by: @kcgane
instrumentation made & arranged by: @kcgane
mixed & produced by: @kcgane
original song ‘Cheetah Sisters’ & lyrics by: Jamie Houston
VLD Theme (passing reference included) by: Alex Geringas

Enjoy! I’ll leave the rest to the assembled Team Voltron…

So leave it with us
We’re legendary defenders!

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anonymous asked:

My friend does not believe me that ppl who judge dog shows are heartless (they get to pet SO MANY DOGS and they tell most of them that they're not the best dog ever) thoughts?

to keep myself from having to personally hunt down and assassinate every dog show judge, i will offer this rationale: they are not deciding which dog is BEST, they are deciding which dog is MOST DOG. ie. it is not that you are not the best dog, it is simply that you are not as perfect an embodiment of a jack russel terrier as this other dog. but still a very good dog. 

please dont make me hunt down all the dog show guys. i already have my hands so full of evil scientists and robots and fucking nazis again. 

every dog is the best dog. except that one jerk who stole my whole lunch in central park last summer. that jerk sucks. i waited in line for like an hour for that sandwich you little thief it was gonna be so good and you didnt even eat it you ran straight into a pond with it

What It Means (Ethan)

Summary: You and Ethan are both Camp Counselors with a weird love-hate relationship going on.
Word Count: 3,496
Warnings: Lots of mentions of sex, sexual tension all around, sexual innuendos. Yeah.
A/N: I’ve tried to sooo hard to get my writing going, but work is sucking the energy out of me. I sincerely hope you like this imagine though! xx Also, sorry for any mistakes. I’m gonna edit this tomorrow!! xx


It was no secret that you and Ethan had a weird love-hate relationship. Some days you’d get along, and other days you’d fight like there was no tomorrow. You were both counselors at a Summer camp, this being the second year. You had met him last year and taken an immediate dislike to his cocky attitude and his confidence that he could get any girl to get on her knees for him. It pissed you off and you had wondered why the hell he had been hired in the first place. Some people would call it sexual tension, but you called it hate.

Some days, you would both get along but other days you were at each other’s throats. This was one of those days where he’d do everything in his power to annoy you, and you weren’t having it.

“Everyone pair up, grab a paddle boat and a vest. Please, stay safe and remember what we just went through.” You shouted over the sea of murmurs as the crowd dissipated to get their boats out.

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Grease AU - Part 1

ok can i just say???? grease au is so adorable for yoi. and i mean this is not like you’re probably thinking. we’re gonna flip this one on its head. like, lemme paint you a picture here:

  • we got the summer, which consists of viktor (on vacation) “meeting” yuuri at some party, where yuuri gets super drunk and then just ???? starts stripping and dancing and like holy cow viktor is enamored
  • BUT THEY’LL NEVER SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN!! BECAUSE VIKTOR IS ON VACATION!! AND YURI IS PROBABLY NOT!! HOW CAN THIS BEEEEEE!??!?!
  • so vitya, being vitya, works some of his magic and drops a heck load of hints to his guardian, yakov, and, when that fails, baaaaasically just runs away from home. and yakov is like “that’s so irresponsible but whatever, you’re a senior and i guess we can call this study abroad since you signed yourself up for student exchange and forged my signature and you’re technically an adult so you do you”
  • and that’s how viktor traveled all the way across the world for a guy he didn’t even have a conversation with!!
  • so he’s there. and like he’s ready to find this boy.
  • BUT FIRST he has to actually get registered and stuff. and that’s where he meets chris! 
  • chris is mega flrty and if vitya weren’t making a major decision to change his entire life for god knows how long for a boy he “met” at a party, he would totally have flirted back. ok maybe he flirted back a little iT’S NOT LIKE HE FOUND THE BOY YET and whatever it’s totally friend flirting
  • so chris is like ok you’re cool dude, you’re cool. and then he leans in close and he’s like “you know, buddy, we’ve got this group, the pink ladies, and it’s great and you should join. ok? ok.”
  • and viktor is like YES but before he can chris says he has to check with the other bros of the group so vitya chills (or does his best)
  • so then at lunch, viktor meets the rest of the crew: emil, yuri (a different yuri, tho–viktor decides to call him yurio), and michele
  • and guess what! they’re all cool!! and they all think viktor is cool!! so viktor is in the group!!
  • so the boys get to talking and eventually viktor gets to talking about why he’s out in not-his-hometown without his guardian and he mentions the party and swooooons over yuuri, the most amazing boy to ever exist, and the boys look at each other and they’re like “wait. yuuri. the same yuuri that is a greaser??? that yuuri?!?!?!?!?!”
  • and viktor just shrugs and he’s like uh i guess??? that sounds about right i suppose???
  • NOW. LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO OUR GREASERS: we have phichit (highly animated, best hair of the group, too cool to be popular… but he’s totally popular), otabek (the most greaser of the greasers who may or may not (he definitely does) have a thing for yurio), seung-gil (second most greaser of the greasers, makes being quiet cool), leo (i mean.. that hair? ofc he’s a greaser), and yuuri (heartthrob (not that he knows that), cool kid (again, not that he knows that), and, apparently, awesome pole dancer)
  • bonus: minami, this bubbly freshman dude, is constantly trying to join the greasers; guang hong is this adorable quiet kid who somehow has a free pass to hang out with the greasers; mila can’t stop making fun of vitya from all the way back home while georgi thinks it’s sweet and romantic

so like… i’m just saying… even tho yuuri would probably be more likely to be depicted as sandy… this grease au would be amazing too

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anonymous asked:

Hey! I was just wondering if I could get a fix about Betty and jughead having broken up for a few months due to him joining the serpents. They both still want each other but they can't get past their different paths. Alice gets a job offer somewhere far away from riverdale so Betty decides to leave with her because it's too painful. Jughead finds out from the ganglike a day before she goes and tries to stop her and you can decide whether they get back together! It's a lot but Iloveyourstories!!❤

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“Are you sure about this Betty?” Alice asked, dropping beside her daughter on her lacy pink bed.

Betty looked away, her eyes staring blankly out the window,
“I’m sure mom, it’ll be good for you. This is a great job offer, Ohio is far but.. maybe I need this, maybe I need to start over too.” She glanced back up at her mother, placing a hand on her shoulder, trying to ease her worried eyes

“I’ll miss my friends definitely but I’ll come visit! I mean dads still going to be here running the Register, what about you? How are you and dad supposed to stay married if you live apart.”

Something incredibly similar to sadness flashed in Alice Coopers eyes

“I love your father and he loves me but, I think we both need to find ourselves, this has been a very long year for all of us.” She added somberly.

“I know.” Betty whispered

“What about you? Won’t there be someone missing you?” As a mother it killed Alice to see the pain reflected everyday in her daughters eyes, she wanted to make it better but she didn’t know how.

“No mom, no ones gonna miss me” the hidden meaning wasn’t lost and Betty picked up her schoolbag, biting back tears as she headed for the door. With one last watery eyed glance at her mother Betty sighed

“I don’t have anyone to find me” she whispered, heading out the door and making her way to school.

Hal Cooper walked into Betty’s bedroom, smiling sadly at his frowning wife

“I’m guessing our plan didn’t work? She really thinks your moving and taking her with you? She really agreed to move?”

Alice nodded
“It’s worse than we thought. If this doesn’t give that jones boy a swift kick in the ass, I don’t know what will.” Alice shook her head, rising to stand before her husband as he placed his arms around her waist

“You know I’ll always find you right?” He whispered, dropping a kiss to her lips as she sighed contentedly.
***

“I’ll come visit you every other weekend, Daddy will make Smithers take me, and then I’ll spend the summers with you, it’ll be totally sisterhood of the traveling pants.” Veronica gripped Betty’s arm as they exited Riverdale High.

Archie grumbled and cursed under his breath like he had been doing the whole day since Betty told him the news
“You can’t just leave! You love Riverdale. You’ve been my neighbor since before I could walk, you can’t move!”

Betty smiled gently
“I love you guys and I’m gonna miss you more than anything, but.. Riverdale stopped being my home the day he ran away from it.” Betty waved at her friends before walking away with heavy feet.

Veronica said her goodbyes to Archie, dropping a kiss to his cheek and hopping into her towncar.

Archie made it to Jugheads trailer in minutes, his hand coming down heavy as he pounded on the metal door. Jughead came forward his eyes red rimmed and his hair a mess, he looked much skinnier, any other time Archie would have been too concerned to speak but not this time. Pushing past the leather jacket wearing boy, he stormed into the trailer.

“Archie? What are you..”

The football player cut him off
“You wanna isolate yourself from our friend group and never answer any of our text messages? Fine. You wanna join some biker gang that you were so adamantly against just last year? Go ahead. But there’s one thing you can’t do, and that’s break my best friends heart and cause her to move away, that I am not okay with.” Archie rambled,pacing back And forth in the makeshift kitchen.

“Moving? What? Betty’s moving? When? Where? What?” Jughead dropped the book he had been holding, pushing off the wall and eyeing Archie frantically.

“Oh now you care? That’s just great. She already agreed to leave, they’re going to Ohio Jughead, were never gonna see her again. She thinks there’s nothing left for her in Riverdale, not after you joined the Serpents and abandoned her. I mean come on! It’s Betty Cooper, How could you..”

Jughead breezed past Archie, slamming the trailer door on the way out, leaving Archie alone as he smiled smugly. Thank god.
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He stood on the Coopers front porch, panting and out of breath as he rang the doorbell about a hundred times, Alice Cooper answered after a few seconds

“Mrs. Cooper” he puffed “I need too.. your daughter.. I have to” he tried to catch his breathe as Alice pointed up the stairs

“Bedroom.”

Jughead got his second wind almost instantly, sprinting up the stairs before standing outside her open doorway.

There were empty boxes on Betty’s bed and her clothes were folded beside them, Betty came out of her closet holding a box filled with clothes, her eyes widening when she caught side of the beanieless boy.

“Jughead? What’re you…”

“Don’t go.” He begged, his movements quick as he grabbed the box from her hands, her eyes startled and confused

“Don’t leave Riverdale, you can’t go. Please”

Betty looked away, her arms coming to cross over her body
“There’s nothing for me here Jughead, It’s for the best.” She whispered.

“No. no it’s not. You are Riverdale Betty Cooper, ever since I was little when someone mentioned Riverdale i instantly think of you. You’re the very foundation of this town. You can’t go, you can’t leave me.”

Betty’s eyes snapped to his
“Leave you? Leave you? But isn’t that exactly what you did to me Jughead? Leave me. You found a new family, found someone else and pushed me away, like I was nothing. You have some nerve coming to my house and asking me to..”

Jughead cut her off, dropping his lips to hers like she was his life line. Gripping her hips so tight he thought she might bruise, she melted against him her hands flailing at first before burying in his hair. When they pulled apart they were both out of breath

“I’m so sorry Betty. I should never have pushed you away like that, I should have held on. I just.. I was scared. I didn’t want you to be a part of all this” he shrugged his shoulders, indicating the jacket on his back.

Betty dropped her forehead to his
“You don’t get it do you. Jughead jones, I love you. I love every part of you. I want to be there for you, that all I’ve ever wanted. I don’t care about whatever jacket you put on. You’re still Jughead Jones. And as I may have mentioned, I love him very much.” She smirked as he breathed a deep sigh, his fingers coming up to caress his face

“You’ll stay here? You’ll stay with me? I promise you Betty, if you stay I’ll never let you go again. I won’t lose you again.”

Betty looked down for a second before looking back up

“I’ll stay.” She smiled.

Jughead swung her around, laughing as she squealed he wrapped his arms around her shoulder when he pulled away, Betty clapped her hands

“What do you say we hit up Pops to celebrate, you’re looking very skinny Romeo.”

Jughead nodded eagerly opening the door to her bedroom.

Both Hal and Alice fell through, nearly landing on the ground

“Mom! Dad!”

Both of the blondes parents looked up with guilty smiles.

“Alls well that ends well”

anonymous asked:

do you think that there will be a sequel? i was really hoping for one but the movie isn't making a ton of money, so :/

Power Rangers is going to get a sequel. Here’s why:

• The movie made money. It completely covered the production cost with a 7.5% profit, without even being released in Japan yet. Say what you want, but plenty of movies don’t even make profit **cough cough King Arthur** .

• The DVD is coming out right in time for summer. Summer is a huge time for movies, especially DVDs because all the kids are home and parents need something to keep them occupied. This is also when all the people who said “I’m gonna wait until it’s on red box” come in.

• Speaking of profitable summers, have you been in Toys R Us lately? There is an entire aisle of PR toys, reboot and original. If a kid likes one, they like the other because to them it’s all the same. Both versions generate interest in each other. The toy market is huge around this time of year, the PR franchise is going to be part of that.

• Aftershock got new PR fans into comic book stores where they will find FOUR (4) new comic books: MMPR, Go Go PR, Justice League/Power Rangers, and Pink. Pink is significant because female lead comics are on the rise (Harley Quinn, Silk, SpiderGwen, Wonder Woman).

• The Tommy Oliver reveal will bring back even the worst critics. Everyone is dying to see what they do with the character. They have two options to create a surefire buzz: make the character non-male, or cast a huge celebrity. It’s a big opportunity.


Basically if you keep in mind that Power Rangers is a giant franchise unreliant on this movie then you know it’s gonna get sequels. They just wanna stir up interest, which they definitely did.

arya + northerners

Back at Winterfell, they had eaten in the Great Hall almost half the time. Her father used to say that a lord needed to eat with his men, if he hoped to keep them. “Know the men who follow you,” she heard him tell Robb once, “and let them know you. Don’t ask your men to die for a stranger.” At Winterfell, he always had an extra seat set at his own table, and every day a different man would be asked to join him. One night it would be Vayon Poole, and the talk would be coppers and bread stores and servants. The next time it would be Mikken, and her father would listen to him go on about armor and swords and how hot a forge should be and the best way to temper steel. Another day it might be Hullen with his endless horse talk, or Septon Chayle from the library, or Jory, or Ser Rodrik, or even Old Nan with her stories.

Arya had loved nothing better than to sit at her father’s table and listen to them talk. She had loved listening to the men on the benches too; to freeriders tough as leather, courtly knights and bold young squires, grizzled old men-at-arms. She used to throw snowballs at them and help them steal pies from the kitchen. Their wives gave her scones and she invented names for their babies and played monsters-and-maidens and hide-the-treasure and come-into-my-castle with their children. Fat Tom used to call her “Arya Underfoot,” because he said that was where she always was. She’d liked that a lot better than “Arya Horseface.” (AGOT)

arya underfoot is one of the most important names for arya. she goes through numerous personas and identities but this is one of the first. and unlike most of the others it doesn’t chip away at arya’s sense of self. arya underfoot embraces arya’s true identity. it was given to arya by the smallfolk of winterfell, specifically her father’s men, but even jon and theon think of her as such. they gave her this nickname because she was always so close to them, literally underfoot. she would play, befriend, and socialize with all of her people. regardless of birth or rank or job. arya valued their existence which is more than most highborns who see them as disposable things.  

and while arya hasn’t been in the north for years her connection to it’s people has never diminished. arya often remembers the ones she loved from winterfell and even crosses paths with some northern characters both new and old

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The Signs as 50% Off Haru Quotes

Aries: “Haru, look, water!” “Haru, we can’t get in.” “Yeah, it’s probably too cold.” “We’ll get sick.” “Ya know what I’m sick of? All your shit, Haru!  I’m assuming direct control!” “Haru, no! G-gimme that–” “OH MY GOD, HE’S GOT A GUN!” [gunshot rings out] “Everyone, step away from the brain.” “HE SHOT, HARU!” “That’s right.  I’m in charge now.”

Taurus: “He’s not my boyfriend.  We were officially engaged in the fall.  I’m thinking a spring wedding.”

Gemini: “Haru, if you join the swim team you get to get in the pool.” “But I don’t want to join the swim team, Haru.” “Okay, okay, Haru, but here me out… you get to go in the pool.” “You make a compelling argument, Haru.” “Thank you, Haru.”

Cancer: “I like mackerel.” “Me too, Haru.” “I don’t like mackerel.” “Shut up, Haru.”

Leo: “By the darkest sun that casts its menacing rays on the farthest madness.  We sense your intentions, Rei Ryugazaki.  The gibbering of mad cultists whisper wicked words in the temple winds.  They inform us that you are not to be trusted.  Usurper, usurper.”

Virgo: [what goes through Haru’s mind when he swims] “You could start by running up the temple staircase into the crypt, grab the book from the skeletons and pass into the pit of the pendulum.”

Libra: “Just pick the one middle right.” “No! Nonono.  All the way to the left.” “Oh my god, what is the difference?” “Okay, well, this one has white strips, and this one haaas subtle variations of purple accents.” “I never even noticed the difference. I guess I’m with Haru, the one on the left.” “Ugh, my god we are never going to decide, let’s just put it to a vote.  Hey, Haru.” *10 others* “Yeah?” “WHAT?!”

Scorpio: “Why is Makoto so heavy?” “I don’t know.  You’d think we’d be used to it, ya know? Carrying the swim team all the time.”

Sagittarius: “Haru, Haru… Ch-check this out.  I bought… stilts.” “Why?” “Ya know, like, the guys… they all have their gimmicks.  I wanna gimmick.  I can have a gimmick.” “So… stilts…?” “Yeah.  Stilts.  Now-now I’m tall Haru.” “Okay, what about when you’re not wearing them? Or sitting down?” “I’ll just… never stop… wearing them… or sit down–whoa!” [falls down the steps] “Did… Haru just fall downstairs, wearing a pair of stilts?” “Yup.” [4 wheeler coming from the distance] “This place just keeps getting dumber.” “Guys, check it out, I bought a 4 wheeler!”

Capricorn: “Ugh, I just can’t get it.” “Haru, just spin it anti-clockwise.” “What the hell does anti-clockwise mean?” “It means the same as counter-clockwise.” “Then just say counter-clockwise.” “Are you two still playing with that thing? It’s just a stupid coloured cube.” “You’re a stupid coloured cube, Haru!” “… You cut me deep, Haru.”

Aquarius: [cheering in the crowd] “And Haru’s up on the turnbuckle.  He’s got him in a pin.  This could be over for Haru-but wait! Who’s that coming down the ramp? It’s world heavy weight champion, John Cena!” [humming John Cena theme song] “Bubadabaaa… bubadabaaa… bubadabaaa….”

Pisces: “Let me through, I’m a doctor!” “You’re a dentist!” “I’m the best damn shot we’ve got.” “What was that?” [ocean goblin growling “bones”] “We have to act fast, quick, how many bones are in his body?” “Ummm, uhhhh, 206.” “Is that right?!” “You idiots! Stop screwing around and give him mouth to mouth!”

I’m rereading PJO and I don’t understand where this idea came from that Percy is this very immature guy that makes immature jokes and I don’t know why Riordan wrote him this way in HOO because he has literally never made an immature joke in PJO?

And even when he was 12 he was clearly mature for his age. There’s multiple instances within just the first two chapters of TLT that emphasize this?

“I was trying to listen to what [Mr. Brunner] had to say, because it was kind of interesting, but everybody around me was talking, and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give me the evil eye.”

“Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered something about the naked guy on the stele, and I turned around and said, ‘Will you shut up?’”

“The class drifted off, the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around and acting like doofuses.”

“Some of the guys were pelting pigeons with Lunchable crackers. Nancy Bobofit was trying to pickpocket something from a lady’s purse, and, of course, Mrs. Dodds wasn’t seeing a thing.”

“Grover and I sat on the edge of the fountain, away from the others. We thought that maybe if we did that, everybody wouldn’t know we were from that school–the school for loser freaks who couldn’t make it elsewhere.”

“The other guys were joking around, talking about their vacation plans.”

“What I didn’t tell them was that I’d have to get a summer job walking dogs or selling magazine subscriptions, and spend my free time worrying about where I’d go to school in the fall.”

And that’s literally just within the first two chapters of the first book. Like I get that he’s a kid and of course kids are gonna make some jokes but Percy’s jokes are more flat out sarcasm like “Yeah. Weird, huh? You think those socks would fit me?”

Percy’s not one of the guys that’s making fart jokes and being disrespectful to the teachers and stuff. He’s walking behind them, mentally (and maybe physically) rolling his eyes at his peers’ shenanigans.

I’ve been sitting here trying to figure out why I’m not upset, or more than just a little sad, about tonight being the “almost” end of Captain Swan. And I think that’s because for me, it’s just the end of Captain Swan on our television screens (or laptops or wherever you watch the show). So much of the fandom that I’ve been so happy to be a part of has existed in the space between, taking what we’ve been given by A&E and Colin and JMO and giving it additional life in fic, visual art, gifs, meta, videos, random rambling liveblogging, and all of the other creative mediums this fandom has found to express itself. So, while we will see Emma and Killian get their “Happy Ending” tonight in some form or another, I still expect to come back here next week and over the summer and read all new stories and see new art and hopefully contribute a bit of it myself.

So, while I’m gonna miss the hell out of JMO and Colin giving us new pieces of Emma and Killian’s love story every Sunday, I’m not mourning a loss of anything. Not really. 

It just feels like a different chapter, one that we get to write ourselves.

(but who am I kidding, not having any new CS kisses (yes, I have a tag for their kisses) to drool over is gonna be a major bummer) So, here’s a kiss gif just to end this on an good note, lol.

The Set Up- Tyler Seguin

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Ok so this one turned out super cute and I really liked it so I hope you guys like it too! Enjoy!

Warning: none

Anon Request: You’re writing is absolutely amazing and I gotta say I am completely addicted to it because I can barely go a couple of hours on an off day where I’m not checking and re-checking your blog to see if you’ve posted a new one. And honestly, I really need an imagine with Mitch Marner trying to set his older sister up with Matt Martin, but it turns out she’s dating Tyler Seguin from you because you’re that amazing.

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              You were close with Mitch, which wasn’t normally the case with siblings.

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Camp Counselor || Jughead Jones

Prompt from @taco-queen-abi: Hey so Idk if you’re doing requests still from your prompt list but I’m just gunna send this anyways.. #5, #9 and I think #40.. I need more comfort one-shots and stuff idk why 😂

5.) “I’m not here to make friends.”

9.) “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

40.) “The kids, they ambushed me.”

Gif by @stlinskim

The Reader is a camp counselor during the summer and one day her boyfriend Jughead Jones visits her at work.

A/N: Hope you enjoy!!

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Jughead Jones III didn’t visit you at work. It’s not that he didn’t want to, it was just that it was nearly impossible to. Your summer job as a camp counselor was nearly two and a half hours away and Jughead didn’t have a car. Even if he did, it would’ve been too long a trip to drive. So when your boyfriend of two years showed up at the camp one day in the late afternoon seemingly from out of nowhere, you were suspicious.

“You gonna tell me why you’re really here?” you asked Jughead as you sat with him and a third grader named Jonathan who was drawing.

The other kids were playing with their water guns, but Jonathan was different. He didn’t like the other kids. He was quiet and kept to himself. He reminded you a lot of a certain teenage boy sitting next to you.

Jughead rolled his eyes and turned to look at the kids playing with water guns behind you.

“What, can’t I come and see my girlfriend at her work?” he asked casually.

You rolled your eyes.

“Jughead, you don’t have even have a car.” you said.

Now Jughead rolled his eyes.

“I told you, Archie gave me a ride.” he said.

You snorted.

Like you believed that.

Deciding to let it drop for now, you shrugged.

“Alright,” you said, still not totally convinced. “However, I still don’t quite understand why you decided to come up and see me when it’s nearly 7 o’clock,” you said, looking up at the sunset. “I mean, I’m thrilled you’re here, but why are you here so late?”

Jughead didn’t answer. He just smiled and pecked your cheek, getting up.

“I’m heading to the concession stand. Want anything?” he asked.

You shook your head and sighed, realizing you weren’t going to get a definite answer from him.

“No, I’m good. Thanks though.” you said and Jughead nodding before walking off.

You turned your attention back to Jonathan.

“So, Jonathan, enjoying your time at camp so far?” you asked.

The boy shook his head, not looking up from his drawing.

You rose your eyebrows.

“No? Why not?” you asked.

Jonathan just shrugged and you sighed.

“Well, it’s still only July. You’ll like it as time goes on. Anything I can help you with?”

Jonathan shook his head again.

“Have you made any friends so far?” you asked, trying to engage the little boy in conversation.

“I’m not here to make friends.” he mumbled.

You wanted to laugh at his answer as it was such a morbid answer from a young kid, but you kept your mouth shut, settling for nodding instead.

“I see,” you said. “Well, you can always hang out with me if you want. I could use a friend here.”

Jonathan perked up at your offer but stayed silent again.

All of a sudden you heard yelling and laughing and quickly turned around, seeing a very soaked Jughead, a bag of chips clenched in his hand.

He was absolutely drenched, streams of water falling off of him from every part of his body.

“The kids, they ambushed me.” he growled referring to the giggling campers with water guns standing behind him.

You bit back a grin at seeing Jughead look like a wet dog, glaring intently at his wet clothes.

“Um, campers!” you called, trying not to laughing. “Go to your cabins! You guys can have free time for an hour and then we’ll have some S’mores. Sound good?”

The kids cheered and ran off to their cabins, Jonathan rushing to keep up with them leaving you with Jughead.

You finally burst out laughing as you looked at your boyfriend.

“It’s not funny, Y/N.” he barked.

You were bent over in laughter, tears leaking out of your eyes.

“No, of course not, Juggie,” you wheezed out. “Come on, let’s find you some clothes.”

Unfortunately, the S’mores thing never worked out. When 8 o’clock rolled around, your supervisor had called an emergency meeting, saying that there was a bad storm coming. You and your campers had to stay in your own cabins for the night and you couldn’t leave until morning, making the kids moan and groan. After you sent them to their cabins and made them promise not to cause any mischief, you made your way back to your own cabin with Jughead. Your coworker had lent Jughead a white tank top and old (but clean!) jeans. You and Jughead then played cards for a while before 9 o’clock hit and you heard the wind beginning to pick up.

“It’s a bad storm out there, Juggie,” you said as you looked outside. A branch dropped near your cabin and you turned back to your boyfriend who was on your bed and currently on his laptop, writing the next part of his novel. “Guess my boss was right. No one’s leaving. You’ll have to stay with me for tonight.”

“Yeah, I figured.” he said nonchalantly, not looking up from his laptop.

“I mean—” you began but stopped when his words registered in your brain.

Oh, no he didn’t.

“Wait a second…” you began again and Jughead looked up from his laptop with a smirk.

It finally hit you.

“You knew there was going to be a storm! That’s why you came late! You wanted to stay the night!” you exclaimed.

Jughead smiled wolfishly and you let out a surprised breath, glaring at the raven-haired teen.

“Oh, you—”

Jughead quickly closed his laptop and got under the covers, sitting up and beaming at you, obviously proud of himself.

You tried not to smile.

“Get out.” you said as a smile betrayed you and made its way onto your face.

Jughead grinned.

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

You rolled your eyes.

“You’re a sneaky bastard. You know that, right?” you said as you made your way over to where Jughead was, getting under the covers with him.

Jughead sighed contently and pulled you close to him so his chin was resting on your shoulder.

“Mm, you love me.” he said.

You smiled softly and turned around so you were facing him, your lips inches apart.

“Yeah, I really do.” you said quietly as you captured his lips with yours, Jughead moving so he was on top of you, deepening the kiss.

Let’s just say the storm wasn’t the loudest thing in the woods that night.

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A/N: Bam! It’s done! I hope liked it! Please send me feedback! Now I’m off to see Get Out. I can’t wait!! The next prompt will either be up late tonight or tomorrow! :D

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6 steps to getting a beach body!

There are two months until June, and you know what that means! Beaches and shit! And we all wanna look our best when it comes to beach stuff, so here are my top six tips to getting a beach body!

1. Get some sunscreen. No matter your skin tone, we can all get skin cancer. Protect thy self. Slather your skin in sunscreen before going to the beach.

2. Stock up on lots of water and cool drinks! You can get heat stroke, and on especially hot days, dehydration can come quickly! 

3. If you’ll be swimming, make sure to bring lotion! Never let yaself get ashy, baby, (And yes, you fair skinned folk get ashy too. Hydrate your skin baby.)

4. Buy a swimsuit that makes you feel like a superstar! Dress to impress baby, dress to impress.

5. Realize that beach bodies have absolutely nothing to do with losing weight or getting ripped. Don’t feel pressured to change yourself because others tell you that’s the way you should look.

6. For makeup wearing pals: Make sure you get that waterproof type shit. That shit that wouldn’t come off in a hurricane. That shit that will be on your skeleton when you die. That good good. 

With these six tips, you’re gonna be stuntin come beach time!

So, I guess I’ll introduce you guys to my other Squidbob Fanchild: Polly! (aka Octavios older sister)

She’s one of the first ocs I’ve ever created, I remember showing her first design to @gidankuroki some summers ago, but only now I have the courage to post her here ;v;

(also just so you know their names are based both based on the word “octopus” in english and in italian!)

I hope you’ll like her! :D

(for now on the posts with my fanchildren are gonna be tagged Family au ;v;)