After I took this boy’s picture, I was told by his mom how self conscious he is about his vitiligo that’s developed over the past year. She told me that he hates his lips. He avoids looking at himself in the mirror and can hardly smile in pictures because he can’t bear the thought of his “ugly” lips being preserved in photographs. Can y'all do me a favor and like or reblog this? I wanna show him this post so he can see how poppin he actually is. I want him to realize that his skin is flawless and that his vitiligo is just an additional mark of distinction to the already unique beauty that is Blackness, in all of its various shades.
in this era that we’re in, self-love is crucial and we can’t afford to have our black children facing the world with anything less than overwhelming love and pride in their skin.
I went to watch the next-day viewing of yesterday’s Yuri on Festival event, and this time I took notes for the drama so I’ll write a more detailed summary, also because this one isn’t going to be sold on DVD. I believe other people have probably written reports too, but in cases such as this I think “the more the merrier” because it’s not recorded so it’s better to have more accounts. Also, now you’ll start seeing more Japanese reports & art too. Most people were keeping quiet out of consideration for the ones who could only watch the viewing and didn’t want spoilers.
Official title of the drama: “Fundoshi da yo!!! Sekai Metsubou Daipinchi Hasetsu Kunchi Spiritual!!” which roughly translates to “Fundoshi!!! The world is in danger of being destroyed. Hasetsu Kunchi Spiritual!!”
It was in 3 parts, separated by game and information corners. I hope it’s not too confusing, but especially the last part is impossible to summarize decently because they talked a lot and I couldn’t possibly take note of everything, not to mention what they say is mostly crazy stuff, lol. For some parts and lines I double-checked looking at other Japanese comments online. If something is not clear feel free to send me an ask.
My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:
1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?
of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”
I met you on a Sunday, right
one look and my heart fell into
my stomach like a trap door.
on our second date,
I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
“I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”
he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
“how about you?”
I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
[starts thinking about how for over 10+ years yuri was constantly pushing himself to grow up faster and to exceed others' expectations like when he was a literal infant he just kept telling his grandpa he could do better and he was fine without his mom and as a teenager he told lilia he would give her his entire soul and body to win but even that required him doing routines that he didn't necessarily enjoy and otabek is the only person who's never made him feel like he has to prove himself or be anyone other than who he is bc from the very start he's always viewed him as an equal and fully respected him so yuri can finally act his age and do what he wants to do and canonically otabek and yuri have a loving, supportive friendship that could one day set the grounds for a healthy relationship]
jeff is one of the very few decent jocks at the school and one of the most sweetest boys ever
despite him telling Clay so much about how to get Hannah and how to be a smooth talker he literally face planted when he tried to ask you out the first time
he got so flustered & embarrassed he just pretended he asked you to meet him outside to help him with maths homework (that’s when he properly asks you out in the library w/ flowers awww)
you two went to the cinema for your first date where Clay and Hannah gave you free popcorn & drinks, while laughing at Jeff cause he finally grew the balls to ask you out
“At least I can ask the girl i want out, can’t say the same for Clay.”
cue awkward silence between clay n hannah while the two of you quickly skadaddle away to watch the movie
it went rlly well Jeff even pulled the cliche yawning and wrapping his arm around you thing
he drove you home and you gave him a lil peck on the cheek before you went inside, he was still blushing when he went to sleep that night aww
he tells you such cute things in Spanish but won’t tell you what they mean unless u speak Spanish then he’s stumped
you don’t take his letterman jacket he gives it to you when you went to one of his baseball matches since you were cold and bc you are obviously his no.1 fan??
he loves wrapping you up in his jumper and how it smells like you once you give it back if you give it back lol
he got so giddy when you kissed him for the first time when he brought you out to get ice cream for your 3rd date & he finally asked you to be his girlfriend
when he went home that night he told his mom & dad everything and doesn’t shut up about you for the next 3904820 years
he always leave cute lil notes in your locker like “head up hermosa!” or “you look stunning my cariñoa”
Jeff is basically a koala bear, you’re trying to study in the library? you’re in his lap and he’s nuzzling you. You’re talking to a friend? He’s wrapped you up from behind. You’re both at home chilling? He’s nappin’ on ya booty
he’s usually covering you in kisses & makin u red but once you kiss that lil sweet spot on his jaw you can bet your ass he’s as red as a lobster
his kisses are either quick and simple or loooonnnnggg and sensual
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
he forever teases you about the time you two were in the middle of heated makeout session on his couch and his parents suddenly came home an hour earlier than expected
they were just happy Jeff finally found someone good for him :)
and you and his mom end up bonding & Jeff knows he’s found his soulmate
you had gone to Jessica’s party with Jeff & you two were the wingpeople for clay and hannah the whole night
Until he went on the dreaded beer run :’(
except it wasn’t a dreaded beer run because you convinced him to stay at the party with you and let some other jock do it, because you two had to find out what happened between clay & hannah
so sadly a different student died that night nd Jeff beat himself about it for a long time because he wasn’t the one in the car but you were there for him every single time
there’s those tender moments when Jeff will feel really vulnerable and stare at you with such intensity and love & you will kiss away all his worries
on more than one occasion Bryce would make a fleeting comment about you and you had to literally sit on Jeff so he wouldn’t throw fists at him
Clay becomes the third wheel at Jeff’s study sessions but Clay is just happy ya boi has found the one for him
Jeff always takes you out an spontaneous road trips, you sitting in the passenger seat, legs on his lap and the windows rolled down, blasting your shared playlist
once you two get more comfortable in your relationship there’s been more than one mishap when your guardian(s) gave out to you about those hickeys on your neck :))
his lockscreen is of you wearing his letterman jacket while looking out at the sunset (artsy amirite)
yours is of him caught offguard with ice cream on his nose, aw
he always remembers the little, insignificant things about you as well as your anniversary dates!!
he doesn’t get jealous easily but when he does he’ll turn into a grumpy child and won’t talk until you pepper his face with kisses and have a movie marathon w/ him, only then is he a happy camper
in all jeffery atkins issa perfect boyfriend who deserves the entire world :)))
I headcanon Lance as bi. I also sort of self project the way I grew up and how my family is/was on him too…? Anyways, more langst
-Lance never thought it was weird that he was attracted to both genders until he was 11
-He first told his mom and she told him it was just a phase
-His older siblings laughed and teased him for it, calling him many slurs
-Slowly he grew to hate himself for being attracted to men and started to become more and more homophobic
- When he was 13, he met a boy in the summer who was gay
-He dated said boy in secret while denying who he was all the while
-His younger sister caught him with the boy and told their parents
-Lance never thought he’d ever see his mom so disgusted with him
-At the same time, he never thought his Dad who seemed the least accepting, would accept him and try to help him
-Lance started to realize as he got older that no men wanted to date him because he was bi
-So he thought it’d be easier to pass as hetro, though by now he was no longer homophobic but was trying to help out in LGBT community
-Lance’s older siblings started to become more understanding of the LGBT community and was no longer homophobic
-His mom understood but didn’t except that he was bi. Instead she’d talk about how it was a phase in his life
-He knew deep down that she’s never accept him
-Growing up, Lance was a middle child
-He never really got new clothes, being able to have hand-me-downs from his older siblings
-But his younger siblings got new clothes as by the time he was down with his, they were outdated
-He tries not to think too much about the times he’d get locked out after walking around late
-It wasn’t their fault, they just didn’t notice he was gone
-When his anxiety was starting to get bad, he had to hide it because his family rejected the idea that anyone could have a mental illness in their family
-He learned how to cry silently early in his life, so it was no surprise that no one knew when he was having an anxiety attack
-His self esteem issues started pretty early in his life
-His older siblings, one was a genius and the other was a troublemaker
-Whatever he did was average in his eyes and only his friends congratulated him
-It would never feel as good as it would’ve been coming from his parents
-When he’d get into trouble or hang around a “dangerous” crowd, his parents didn’t seem to care too much
-His “dangerous” crowd was pretty much just his group of friends which consisted of an addict, an alcoholic, a pot head, a kid who came from a rough home and two high school drop outs who dealt with mental illness, and the other poverty
-Some of his friends knew gang members but it wasn’t an issue because they’d never bring them around
-When Lance got an 89% on an exam, they threw him a little party on the beach by a campfire
-They’d all celebrate each other’s success and Lance started to call them family
-Lance’s siblings always forgot he was with them when they’d tell a story, or they’d replace him with a different sibling
-His own mom and dad started to do that as well
-He started to feel like he was replaceable and forgettable
-He started to fall into depression around the time he was 12, though he never realized it was depression until he was 15
-He started self harming when he 11, a little bit after he came out
-At first it was anger, he felt like he deserved to be treated like crap
-It soon turned ugly as he started to notice more and more things he wasn’t good at and traits that were displeasing
-When he was 15-16, his friends noticed the scars he carefully kept hidden and they tried so hard to help him
-Lance learned that he didn’t want their help as it felt more like pity which only fed into his self-loathing
-When Lance was 16, his friend who was an alcoholic died by drowning in his own puke
-Lance didn’t take it well and couldn’t handle it, so he repressed those memories
-He never remembered until he was in his 20’s and woke up sobbing and shaking(it wasn’t pretty, it was horrible and he could shake the imagines out of his mind for weeks)
-When Lance got accepted to the garrison, his friends threw him a party
-At the same time, he never told his family until two days before he was leaving
-They thought it was just a boarding school and didn’t realize how much he worked for it until after he left and they looked into it
-Lance tried to hold back tears after the first month he was at the garrison and he still hadn’t gotten a call from his parents or siblings
-He didn’t hold himself as he thought of his friends and the fire they had
-He didn’t think of how his parents practically jumped around when his older brother got accepted into university
-He didn’t compare himself to everyone he knew and only focus on his bad points
-He didn’t have an anxiety attack that night
-When Lance met Hunk, he felt relived because finally in his life, he met someone who didn’t know his family
-Because finally he had a friend who saw him and didn’t know of or about his family
-And when he met Pidge, he was ecstatic to meet someone who was so smart and chill
-It didn’t hurt him at all when they kept avoiding him though
-It didn’t remind him of being overshadowed when his teachers started to compare him and tell him he was there only by luck
-It didn’t hurt when he was taken as a joke by his self proclaimed rival because it reminded him of his siblings
-No, it didn’t hurt at all when he realized he really didn’t belong with the other paladins
-And it certainly didn’t hurt when his hero got mad at him for making a valid point
-Of course that didn’t make him start to doubt himself more than he already did
-No, Lance never thought of how much he hated himself or how he wasn’t good enough
-Not even about how he missed his family, when he was stuck out in space
-Or his friends, who’d usually try to cheer him up by taking him out to eat or play games all night
-Definitely not about how he wished he was a better person, never really seeing what an amazing person he was but the only what he saw of himself
-No, Lance was fine
He had been through some different playoffs, but getting hurt at the time he did, knowing how important it was, he had told me that he went to see his mom in between series and stuff. She wasn’t doing well. She wanted to see him with the Cup. That was important to her. I think that kind of stuck with me after he told me that. We were motivated to get it for him, even though he had to watch.
you do a smut where you wake up next to shawn after a hot night and he wakes
you up with hickeys and morning sex ? (Obviously you gave him consent to wake
you up like this before haha) ?
Word Count: 1,773
I felt the sunlight from the window burn into my skin.
Whenever Shawn was the last one to go to bed, he always forgot shutting the curtains.
It never woke him up when the room started to become light, but it always ended
up pulling me out of my sleep.
Summary: You suffer from morning sickness and Shawn doesn’t know what to do
I ran a hand through my hair as I placed the last of the dishes in the dishwasher and gripped the edge of the kitchen sink. I hovered over it as the feeling of nausea washed over me. I’ve been feeling the urge to throw up all morning, but it just goes away. I jumped at the feeling of two strong arms wrapping around my torso.
“Morning beautiful.” Shawn said against my neck.
“Morning.” I said with a laugh as he placed a kiss on my neck. I turned around in his arms as he gently pushed me against the sink.
“How are you feeling?” I rolled my eyes.
“The doctor said everything is fine.” I said playfully pushing him away.
“I’m talking about last night.” He said making his way to the fridge. “You were tossing and turning all night. You ok?” He asked grabbing bacon and put it in a pan on the stove.
“Yeah. I just-“ Suddenly a horrible smell filled the kitchen causing my stomach to turn. I covered my nose. “What is that smell?” Shawn gave me a quizzical look.
“Bacon. You love bacon.” He said. I shook my head.
“I think I’m gonna be sick.” I stated running full speed to the nearest bathroom. Once I got there I quickly opened the toilet, violently tossing up everything I had for breakfast. Shawn came running in after me, a look of concern taking over his face. Once I was done, I sat on the floor leaning my head against the wall.
“Don’t come in here. It’s disgusting.” I said weakly.
“Y/n, baby, I’m worried about you.” He said. With that, a wave of nausea crashed over me causing me to hurl over the toilet again. Shawn grabbed his phone out of his pocket and left the room. I leaned against the wall as I took deep breaths as my stomach continued to turn.
Shawn came back and handed me the phone, where I saw his mom looking at me sympathetically. He told her.
“Hey, Y/n. How are you doing honey?” She asked. Before I could even answer I hurled myself over the toilet once again. Violently tossing up anything that was left. I handed the phone to Shawn.
“Yep. That’s defiantly morning sickness.” I heard Mrs. Mendes say over the phone as I continued to toss up my guts.
“What do I do, Mom?” Shawn asked.
“You have to let it pass. Is there a smell that started it?”
“Just the bacon I was making.” Shawn replied.
“Throw out the bacon and go change your clothes. It has the smell all over it.” Mrs. Mendes instructed. Shawn left the room, taking his phone with him. I returned to my position on the wall and closed my eyes. The sound of Shawn sitting next to me made me open them.
I laid my head on his chest, taking in the smell of him, making my stomach settle.
“Please don’t go.” I asked weakly.
“Shh. I’m not going anywhere. Even if we are here all day. I’ve got you” He said rubbing my back.
And sure enough, we were there all day and Shawn didn’t move a muscle.
fluffy headcanon: when JD was a kid he didn't really like his freckles until his mom told him that freckles are actually angel kisses.. anyway in the future after him and veronica have sex they're just lying in bed and cuddling and stuff and she's just kissing and gently tracing over the freckles scattered on his back with her fingertips and he can't help but think that she's the angel his mom was talking about <3
F U CK ME UP THIS IS SO ADORABLE
VERONICA SEEING THROUGH JD’S MASK OF SMUG CONFIDENCE AND SEEING ALL HIS SADNESS AND INSECURITIES AND DOING HER BEST TO MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER ABOUT THEM JUST KILL ME
Imagine Dean being jealous when you have a date and failing in hiding it.
“Will you just stop that?” Sam’s voice laced with annoyance broke the silence that had surrounded the three of them. Well, almost silence if we could exclude Dean’s constant foot taping.
“Stop what?” Dean asked in a gruff voice and the only thing Sam did was give him a bitch face.
“You know what.” Sam huffed “That!” he pointed at him and that wa the only moment Dean realized what he was actually doing, a deep frown was still set on his face but much to Sam’s liking he stopped tapping his foot.
“Why does it bother you in the first place?” Dean huffed like a little child, crossing his arms over his chest with almost a small pout; making his mother grin softly.
“I don’t know- why does it bother you that (Y/n)’s going on a date?” Sam asked back sassily and Dean glared hard at his younger brother. No sooner had he said the words that Dean’s foot resumed to the tapping impatiently, making Sam only roll his eyes.
“What does that even mean now?” Dean asked defensively but Sam didn’t respond, he only rolled his eyes. He hadn’t gotten his brother to confess how he felt about you when he was calm, much less now that jealousy clouded his vision.
Dean pursed his lips as his eyes moved uneasily around the room, every two seconds glancing in the direction he expected you to show up. He huffed and shuffled in his place all the time.
“Seriously Dean!” Sam exclaimed, shutting his book closed “Enough alright!?”
“What’s up with you?” Dean gave him a look “Why are you so on edge today?”
“Me? I am on edge!?” Sam rolled his eyes in disbelief “Dude are you kidding me?! You haven’t stopped moving and huffing and puffing all the time! You’re so jealous but won’t even admit it!”
“Wh-what?!” he squeaked out, making Mary giggle at the expression he had on his face “I’m- I’m not jealous!” his voice rose an octave and Mary had to bite her lip to keep herself from straight forward laughing right in his face.
“Dean, sweetie-” she started, her too having realized long ago how much her son was bothered by this date of yours only because it didn’t involve him but another man.
“What?! Mom no!” he exclaimed, shaking his head “I’m- I’m not jealous ok? Stop it!” his voice got gruff and he shook his head, not looking at them as his face had started getting all the more red “I’m not jealous.” he grumbled like a little stubborn kid.
“Are you trying to convince us or yourself?” Sam asked with a small smirk and Dean glared hard at his brother, crumbling a piece of paper and throwing it at him.
“Hey kids! Easy!” Mary got stern for a moment.
“Not my fault he’s being a bitch!” Dean exclaimed “I didn’t even bother him and he-”
“Didn’t even what? Dude you’ve been tapping your foot impatiently for like that past one hour! I couldn’t read a fucking sentence or Chuck’s sake!” Sam threw his arms in the air “If you are so bothered by her being with someone else then tell her so!”
“I’m not fucking bothered Sam!”
“Really?” Sam raised his eyebrows “Because last time you saw the guy you almost pulled a gun on him.”
“Well, it’s not my fault he was walking in the darkness like some thief. Besides, what could he be doing here at such a time of the night?”
“I don’t know, probably spend the night with his girlfriend or something? You’re a grown man, Dean, you know how it goes.” Sam said with a smirk that only got bigger once he saw Dean’s anger rise.
“Shut up.” he growled, not really angry at him but at the man that lately had taken the empty place in your bed he usually liked to occupy when using your friendship and movie-nights as an excuse.
“Alright- that’s enough.” Mary pursed her lips “Dean-” she turned to her oldest son, giving him a soft smile “There’s nothing wrong with that, you know it right?”
“Damn it mom-” he rolled his eyes “I told you I’m not jealous!”
“Of course you’re not, just like you have no reason to be upset in the first place because you and (Y/n) are only friends. Aren’t you Dean?” Sam asked, the I-told-you-so look written all over his face.
“Shut up.” Dean grumbled, not looking at his brother. He knew that Sam was right but it wasn’t that which bothered him-but the words that were a fact. You were only friends, sure best friends and had a kind of bond that could not be described, but despite everything he couldn’t tell you who to date or not. He didn’t have a say in your love life, much to his disappointment.
“Right, of course you wouldn’t answer that.” Sam rolled his eyes.
“Will you stop it?” he asked in a low voice, more serious now and finally looking at him.
“Dean” Mary spoke more softly, not teasing Dean the way the younger Winchester was “If you really are bothered by this-then why don’t you do something to change it?”
“What do you mean?” he frowned and she smiled at him. She had not been around for as long as Sam had, or you and Cas for that matter but from the very first moments- hell, from the moment he saw you and Dean interact when he came to the bunker she was absolutely sure about one thing that came to her older son: he was utterly and hopelessly in love with you.
But that didn’t mean it was easy. She knew that as much as Dean loved you he was still willing to sacrifice everything, including his happiness, to make sure you were alright and out of harm’s way. It seemed to be a Winchester thing, reminding Mary so much of her own husband. And as that he was now willing to stand by and let you be with another man only because he wasn’t a hunter and could offer you a better – according to him – life, even if in the meanwhile his jealousy would eat him alive.
“You know very well what I mean Dean.” she shook her head softly “Maybe she is oblivious to what is going on but- you can’t fool me. I know you like the back of my hand and this- it’s hurting you, Dean. More than it’s making you jealous.”
“I’m not jealous mom.” Dean huffed and Sam scoffed loudly.
“That’s what he calls being annoyed even by the guy’s name. Not jealous.”
“I don’t get annoyed at the mere mention of his name!” Dean defended.
“Really? Because I think I remember someone that looked an awful lot like you sitting in that very same place saying ‘Shannon? Seriously where did she find that guy? And that name? Hell, Shannon and a drummer? I can only imagine what a douche he can be! Tattoos everywhere, rolling through town no strings attached dude!’ Unless of course it was ashapeshifter and I didn’t realize it.” Sam said matter-of-factly with a smirk mocking him by repeating what Dean had said just three months ago, and Dean growled, rolling his eyes.
“Point is-” Mary intervened, giving a stern look to the younger Winchester “If you don’t like this then- you can change it. Just talk to (Y/n), tell her everything. And above all what you feel, trust me you’re not going to regret it. Come on Dean, don’t let her go out tonight. Talk to her, tell her everything Dean.”
Dean opened his mouth to speak but he didn’t have the chance to as you walked in and interrupted them “So?” you asked with a nervous smile and the moment Dean took a look at you he felt all air get knocked out of his lungs.
“What do you think?” you fidgeted nervously with your hands as they all took a look at you. You hadn’t done anything special, simple make up, simple hairstyle and a pretty floral dress on giving all kinds of summer vibes as it left your arms and legs on full display. It wasn’t something you usually went for and not something he was used to seeing you in but god was it a pleasant surprise and change.
Sadly it wasn’t for him.
“You’re… wow.” Dean breathed out and felt his heart leap to his throat once he saw your smile widen and your eyes sparkle with happiness.
“You look amazing (Y/n).” Sam said sweetly.
“Really?” you breathed out “I mean it’s not something I really wear but-” you bit your lip “I just wanted to give it a try and… yeah.” you laughed nervously and before he could realize it Dean was up on his feet and walking to you.
“Sweetheart-” he cupped your face with both his hands “You’re stunning.” he whispered with adoration written all over his face “He- He’s the luckiest man on Earth to be with a woman like you.”
“You think so?” you smiled but still frowned at the expression on his face.
And although he had plenty of time to speak, he didn’t. He didn’t say anything, instead only watched as he came and picked you up and tried to force a smile on his face. He tried to be happy for you but despite his jealousy there was still something else in his chest holding him back. Pure pain.
Description: Reader’s parents makes them question their relationship with Jughead (based on the song perfect by Ed Sheeran)
Warnings: You might cry tears of joy, I sure as heck did.
Disclaimer: I know other people have been writing songfics for Jughead with this song and not to be that salty bitch but it was mY FUCKIN IDEA BITCHES I SEE YOU ok now that I have that off my chest u can carry on srry
“We were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was.”
The first time I met Jughead Jones, I was 5 years old. We were in kindergarten, and he didn’t have any crayons, so I shared mine with him. He just stared at me when I had slid the pack in between our desks. I nodded towards the box and he took one, nodding back. Even though he didn’t say anything. I knew he was thankful.
We didn’t talk much until the third grade, when he was having trouble in school and I offered to help. Once again, I never got a thank you, but I didn’t mind. I knew he was thankful, even if he didn’t say it.
We were casual friends through elementary school, and in the 6th grade we rode the bus together. The first day of middle school, I spotted the boy in his oversized gray beanie sitting alone on the big yellow vehicle, a scowl on his face that I was almost convinced was permanent. He was alone in the very back seat, staring out the window. I immediately made my way to the back, plopping my tiny body right next to his. We looked funny together, me in my incredibly bright blue skirt and pink top, and him in his black clothes, but I had always thought we contrasted perfectly.
I sat by him every day, getting on the bus and smiling at him before silently doing my homework, and him staring out the window. Sometimes I tried to talk to him, but I never got a response.
One day, I had gotten on the bus before Jughead after school. Feeling particularly down that day, sat in a seat near the front alone. I set my bag on my lap, resting my chin in my hands and staring out the window sadly. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Jughead standing by my seat, a questioning look on his face. He jabbed a thumb towards the rear of the bus and held out his hand, and I smiled before taking his and letting him lead me to our seat in the back.
After that day, he spoke to me every time I saw him. He had told me about his hobbies, and what he liked to do. He told me about his mom and his dad, and his sister, and when I realized that there wasn’t really a lot he was comfortable telling me, I would tell him all about my life. Those days on the bus turned in to days spent with each other as much as we could in school, and then hanging out after school and on the weekends as well. Jughead was my best friend, and I was his.
“Well I found a girl, beautiful and sweet. Oh I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.”
Fast forward to high school, and our friendship grew in to something more. Despite how different in personality the two of us were, somehow, we were attached to each other. The night Jason Blossom’s death became a homicide case, Jughead was knocking on my window, crawling in to my bedroom and hugging me tightly. He cried in to my shoulder, telling me how terrified he was. After I had told him he would be fine, he shook his head, telling me I was the only thing he was worried about. I cupped his face in my hands, pulling him down and kissing him softly. That was the night we got together.
We had been together as a couple for a few months now, although it felt like longer. The only thing that had really changed between us was that we kissed a lot more, and there was a little more PDA. We didn’t fight or disagree hardly ever, which was a relief for me, considering my parents did a lot. I was grateful my relationship with Jughead was smooth and unbreakable, because everything else around me always seemed to be falling apart.
It was the night before my birthday, and I was with my friends at Pop’s. I sat on the counter of the diner, Jughead sitting in the chair in front of me with his head laying against my leg. I played with the hair that stuck out of the front of his hat as our friends talked about school and other things. It was late, and I knew that I would have to be getting home soon, so I tapped Jughead’s shoulder. He moved his head and I hopped off the counter, smoothing out the front of my blue dress.
I said goodbye to my friend, giving them each a hug, before Jughead took my hand, leading me out the door. I looked up at my boyfriend, the ends of my lips curling in to a smile. I leaned my head against his shoulder as we walked towards my house, happy to be wrapped up in the bliss that was being with Jughead Jones.
But, of course, all good things come to an end, and soon enough I was in front of my house, my body feeling with dread. I wasn’t in the mood to listen to my mother and father have another screaming match, especially the night before my birthday. I gave Jughead a kiss goodnight, after he hugged me tightly and gave me a few words of encouragement.
I unlocked my front door, turning the knob and going inside. It was almost too quiet, the silence crawling up my spine and giving me unfriendly goosebumps. I saw the kitchen light on and headed towards the room, avoiding a picture frame and a vase that were shattered in the hallway and living room. I sucked in a breath, knowing that whatever happened tonight didn’t end well.
I stepped cautiously in to the kitchen, seeing my dad sat at the dining room table. His head was in his hands, his fingers tangled in to his hair.
“Dad?” I spoke softly, and I almost thought he didn’t her me until he raised his head and turned to look at me. His eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were wet with tears.
“Hey, sweetheart.” My dad sniffled, wiping away the tears that fell down his face and waving me over. I walked slowly to him, sitting down at the table. My dad took my hand, trying his best to smile at me.
“What happened?” I asked him. My dad tensed a bit, looking down at the hardwood table that his arms rested upon.
“Your mother and I got in to a fight tonight. A big one.” He started, stopping to take a deep breath.” And she thinks that things would be better if we were separated for a while.”
I knew that was coming. It had been a long time coming, to be honest. I wasn’t too surprised.
“Ok, where’s mom?” I asked, my head turning to look around the house, as if she would magically appear next to me at any moment.
“She, uh, she left.” My dad gulped, looking at me with sad eyes.
“Where’d she go?” I asked, my heart now breaking.
“I-I don’t know, kiddo, but look.” My dad turned his attention to me, full on.” We’re going to make the best of tomorrow, ok?” I nodded and my dad leaned over, wrapping an arm around me and hugging me.” I’m sorry that she did this, but I promise I’ll do my best to make sure that doesn’t ruin tomorrow.”
I hugged my dad goodnight, not really in the mood to talk about anything else, and went up to my room. I laid on my bed for a while, not having the emotional energy to do anything else. After a bit, I went and checked on my little sister, and went downstairs to check on my dad. I sighed, seeing him passed out on the couch. I couldn’t be in this house right now. I had to leave for a little bit.
I grabbed my jacket from the hanger by the door, shoving my phone and wallet in the pocket and slipping on my tennis shoes. I quietly opened the door and stepped out, hearing the door click softly. I locked the knob and stepped off my porch, walking down the driveway. I was on my way to Archie’s house, knowing that there was only one person I needed right now more than anything.
When I made it to Archie’s, I pulled out my phone, clicking on Jughead’s contact. I sent him a quick text and waited a few moments before seeing a shadow at Fred Andrew’s door, sneaking out the front door.
“What’s wrong?” Jughead immediately asked, his arms going around me.
“She left, Jughead. She just… left.” I spoke blankly, my chin resting against Jughead’s shoulder. Jughead pulled back, looking at me.
“My mom. She’s gone. She left town. Nobody knows when she’s coming back.” Saying it out loud made the whole situation hit me, and I started crying, sinking in to Jughead’s chest.
“Y/n, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Jughead hugged me tightly. I sniffled, staining his jacket with my tears. Jughead’s hands ran up and down my back, calming me as best as he could.
After a few moments when I had stopped crying, Jughead took my hand and led me down the sidewalk. I leaned against his side, the side of my head resting against his bicep. We strolled down our neighborhood in a comfortable silence, and I felt a lot better now that I was with him. Something was bothering me though, and I knew exactly what it was.
I tugged on Jughead’s hand, leading him towards a bench while we passed by the city park. I sat down, Jughead sitting right beside me.
“How are you feeling?” He asked.
“Honestly?” Jughead nodded.” I feel terrible.”
Jughead sighed sadly, his face softening at my words. His arm went around me, rubbing my shoulder tenderly. We sat in silence for a few moments before I finally spoke again.
“Are we going to end up like them?” I turned and looked at Jughead, who looked confused. “Our parents. Are we going to end up like our parents?”
Jughead’s hand stopped rubbing my shoulder, falling down my back. He looked away, biting at the inside of his cheek. After a minute, he looked back at me.
“Y/n, we aren’t our parents.”
“That doesn’t mean what happened to them won’t happen to us.” I pointed out, my hand moving away from Jughead’s thigh, where it had previously been resting.
“How do you know?” I argued, standing from the bench. I started to pace, trying to calm myself down. I didn’t want to fight with Jughead, but if I kept this up, that’s where things were going to head.
“Y/n, will you sit down please?” I turned to Jughead who was now standing, hands shoved in his pockets. He nodded his head towards the bench and I complied, walking back toward it and smoothing my dress against my legs as I sat.
“When we first met, we were in kindergarten.” Jughead began, standing in front of me.” You were the first kid to talk to me. All throughout elementary school, you would do nothing but show kindness to me, even though I hardly ever returned it. You never gave up on me, even following in to middle school. I had these walls built so high even at such a young age, but you were the first person to ever get through them. Now I can’t ever seem to imagine living a life without you.” Jughead paused, his hands moving in his pockets.
“I don’t deserve you. I honestly don’t. You keep me going, even when everything else around me feels like its falling apart. Everything I’ve been through, everything we’ve been through, you’ve stayed by my side the entire time.” I saw Jughead’s fist clench in his pocket and he exhaled, the cold air showing his breath flow from between his lips before disappearing.
“I was going to wait until, well, tomorrow to do this, but I think right now is better.” Jughead got down on one knee and my breath hitched in my throat. I felt my heart stop for a second before it began to race.
“I want to make a promise to you. I want to promise you that no matter what happens, I will never leave your side. I want to live my whole entire life with you. When I imagine what my future will be like, all I have to do is look in your eyes. I see you in every part of it. I want that. I want to live with you, I want to wake up next to you every day. I want to fall asleep next to you every night. I want to have kids with you, and grow old with you, and whatever else I do with my life, I just want it to be with you.” Jughead’s hand left his pocket, a small black velvet box now in the palm of his hand.
“I know we’re only kids still, but if there’s one thing I know, it’s that I am truly, wholeheartedly in love with you, and that I want to share my entire life with you. If there’s only one thing that I can ever call mine in life, I want it to be your heart, and I want you to have mine.” Jughead lifted his other hand, opening the box. Inside was a ring, with a diamond on top, and two tiny round diamonds engraved in to the ring on either side.
“Your heart is all I own And in your eyes you’re holding mine”
“I know we’re young, and we can’t really…get married for another year.” Jughead paused, exhaling quickly through his nose. “But what I’m asking is, when that time comes… Will you marry me?”
By now I had tears flowing down my cheeks, my mouth over my hand and unable to speak, so I furiously nodded my head to say yes. Jughead smiled brightly, taking my left hand in his and sliding the ring on to my finger. Jughead stood from the ground and I jumped up from the bench, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. Jughead’s arms went to my waist, lifting me and spinning me around once before setting me down and dipping his head down to kiss me.
“We are still kids, but we’re so in love Fighting against all odds”
When we broke apart, my hands went under my eyes, wiping the tears that had been falling down my face.
“Gosh, I probably look like a mess.” I laughed bitterly, and I was betting I was right. I hadn’t taken off my makeup when I left my house, and my hair was up in a messy bun, and there was probably black all under my eyes from my mascara.
Jughead cupped my face in his hands, the pads of his thumbs running against my cheeks.
“You look perfect.” He spoke, so soft that I almost didn’t even hear him, before leaning down and kissing me again.
“When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight”