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Colour Soulmate AU - Jughead X OC / Part 2

[LONG A/N: You guys asked for it so you guys got it, I don’t love it as much as the first part but this is as good as its gonna get cause I’ve wrote it and rewrote and then rewrote it again and then went to the SBC and asked them all about it (thanks @kingpendleton u my boo). So without further ado, here ya go bbs.

Also sorry if you wanted to be tagged in this but didn’t, I had a lot of people requesting to be tagged and now because tags aren’t really working well plus the amount of you asking is just a super crazy amount I’m going to stop adding new people to the list - honestly I totally appreciate and love your guys support but I feel like its a bit pointless when I know tagging isn’t directing anyone to my work and you’ve still just got to scroll through my blog to get to the specific fic. In light of this though I am going to seriously update my masterlist so finding my work shouldn’t be difficult and I will reblog it daily so people can stay up to date!]

Part 1

Word Count: 2106

Originally posted by juptern

‘Jughead, can you see in colour?’

The inky-haired teen quickly began to raise himself from the booth, he slammed shut his laptop and gathered it together with the papers that lay scattered across the table. He brought his knees up to his chest in a bid to jump over the back of the booth before a looming hand grappled his shoulder tightly.

‘Oh no you don’t buddy.’ Archie Andrews booming voice called out.

‘Let go of my shoulder Arch.’ Jughead replied sternly. ‘This is something that isn’t up for discussion.’

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Monster Factory sentence starters
  • ❛ hey, lemme borrow your dick for a second. ❜
  • ❛ we can try, but i don’t think– let’s try it. ❜
  • ❛ what’s in there?  it’s not a soul. ❜
  • ❛ whether or not cats have souls is debatable. ❜
  • ❛ this is the best thing that has ever happened to me. ❜
  • ❛ what even in the world do you think you’re doing?! ❜
  • ❛ oh, thank god.  it feels so right. ❜
  • ❛ cry mercy, old man! ❜
  • ❛ mmm, yeah.  i’m ready for a slice of that beefcake. ❜
  • ❛ i’m into it. ❜
  • ❛ oh my god.  what is this? ❜
  • ❛ i don’t like anything about this person. ❜
  • ❛ it looks like you took your face into the shop and they gave you a rental face. ❜
  • ❛ i don’t wanna be doing this, actually. ❜
  • ❛ my body’s never gonna look like that, is it? ❜
  • ❛ i have no master, i have no god.  there is only the succ. ❜
  • ❛ what am i supposed to do about that?!  tell me what to do! ❜
  • ❛ let’s see how my sweet daddy enjoys this. ❜
  • ❛ oh my god, no.  why would you do that? ❜
  • ❛ i’m just floating in a pool of fucking ecstasy right now. ❜
  • ❛ hey, bud?  hey, dude?  are you okay right now? ❜
  • ❛ move your giant pizza ass! ❜
  • ❛ ____, we’ve talked about this.  when daddy’s doing his work, you can’t set off the party alarm, okay? ❜
  • ❛ i think dogs should be able to vote. ❜
  • ❛ anybody got any song requests?  i can only play _____ … but i could start it over, if you want. ❜
  • ❛ i’m calling the police now. ❜
  • ❛ pizza crime is eternal. ❜
  • ❛ i mean, think about it.  they’re both dogs.  why did Pluto get the short end of the stick? ❜
  • ❛ pobody’s nerfect. ❜
  • ❛ ahh, that fresh, haunted air. ❜
  • ❛ my sweet boy / girl.  let me show you the world. ❜

‘Nico had some undead builders working on the Hades cabin. Even though he was still the only kid in it, it was going to look pretty cool: solid obsidian walls with a skull over the door and torches that burned with green fire twenty-four hours a day’ The Last Olympian, pg. 376

‘…Perhaps the [Hades] cabin’s designers had been right…’ The Blood of Olympus, pg. 483

‘”…The Hades cabin needs a head counselor. Have you seen the decor? It’s disgusting. I’ll have to remodel.”’ The Blood of Olympus, pg. 485


Jehan: Well…there is someone

Jehan: He’s really sweet in…his own weird way.

Jehan: A lot of people don’t like him, but I just don’t understand. Sure, he’s a little gruff…and I know he gets on Enjolras’ nerves.

R: Everyone’s nerves.

Jehan: But, he is really, truly wonderful. And, honestly theres plenty of poetry written about him.

R: Sickening poetry.

Jehan: Oh you want to talk about sickening? Let’s talk about Enjolras and Grantaire.

R: Jesus Christ, not this again…

Jehan: Have you even said hi to him yet?

R: Believe it or not, sometimes I choose not to torture myself with Enjolras’ righteous, blinding… everything.

Jehan: See? Sickening.


Jehan: Y’know, R, I think this needs to be remedied.

R: What?

Jehan: *clears throat*


R: Hey wait-!

Enjolras [offscreen]: Oh! Sure, Jehan, just give me a second!

Jehan: Sickening that, Grantaire.

R: Fuck.

next time you think you can’t do this anymore just remember that the probability of you existing comes down to 1 in 10. 10 followed by fucking 2,685,000 zeros which pretty much means impossibility bUT HEY HERE YOU ARE, ALREADY DOING THE IMPOSSIBLE!! u go boo!!