I- I just can’t get over Zuko and his arc. Everything he did - everything - was out of this insane drive to prove everyone wrong, to prove that he was worth something, and it amazes me that he never realized just how valuable he already was.
His sister tells him ‘You waste all your time playing with knives. You’re not even good!’ and he masters dual swords.
His sister is a prodigy and he’s told he’ll never catch up. He learns from dragons. He trains the Avatar. He takes her down (with the help of a very skilled waterbender)
He’s left behind by his mother, cast out by his father, hunted by his sister, and Zuko still learns unconditional love.
His father tells him he’s worthless and unloved, that he was ‘lucky to be born,’
and he becomes a man that the world is proud of.
Anything his family said to him, he managed to turn around and build on it. He thrived on it, exploded from it, turned all the negativity into a positive path and it’s just… it’s amazing.
There’s just no end to my love for this character. No fucking end.
Bonus: The weak, banished prince has fangirls for all the ages. Take that, Ozai.
I’ve seen posts about the paladins making up their own memes while in space, but I don’t think I’ve seen anything in regards to them referencing Earth memes and confusing the shit out of poor Allura and Coran.
*everyone hears about Hunk’s cooking at the space mall* *proceed to throw Gordon Ramsey jokes everywhere*
Pidge, running in circles: “WHERE IS THE LAMB SAUCE???”
Keith, holding Lance’s face between two pieces of bread: “What are you?”
Lance: “An idiot sandwich”
Shiro, squinting at a plate of food goo: “This goo is so green, it could be coming out of your nose.”
Allura and Coran: ??????
Lance, to Keith after an argument: “Catch me outside, how bou dat???”
Allura: “We’re in space please do not exit the castle????”
*Lance slips and falls on something*
Pidge: “I can’t believe Lance is fucking dead.”
Coran, befuddled: “He’s perfectly fine all of his suits functions show-”
*loses Keith in a crowd* *Lance climbs onto a chair*
Lance: “LANCE IS A USELESS, SEVENTH WHEEL”
Keith: “WHAT DID YOU FUCKING SAY”
Lance: “There he is”
Allura, to Hunk: “Do humans often scream self deprecating sentences over crowds of strangers?”
Allura, in the middle of a fight: “WE WILL NEVER GIVE UP”
*cue paladins singing “Never Gonna Give You Up” by Rick Astley*
Allura: “We are in BATTLE”
Coran, discussing infiltration plans for Galra base: “And then Shiro and Keith will enter in through the main doors.”
Shiro: “One does not simply walk into a Galra base.”
Coran: “That’s…that’s what I just said. Were you not listening?”
being a naturally smart kid with adhd was honestly so damaging tbh because throughout grade school i just immediately understood every concept explained to me and i did well in school on intelligence alone, which was fine at first, but it meant that i never learned how to cope with things i didn’t understand immediately, and also nobody ever noticed my adhd since i wasn’t having trouble in school, which meant i would blame myself when i couldn’t focus and get incredibly frustrated with myself for procrastinating so much. so like, when school started to catch up with me, and my methods of just throwing my brain at things started to not work anymore, i literally didn’t know how to do school work. i would procrastinate or straight up avoid work i didn’t know how to deal with and i developed crippling anxiety over school and eventually major depression. like it eventually got so bad i had to leave school for a couple weeks. and like, i finally got diagnosed, and now I’m taking meds for adhd, but to this day, i still don’t really know how to learn or work efficiently and i kinda wish id been forced to learn this stuff in grade school instead of eleventh fucking grade when i really need to be doing good in school for college
Most of us have heard a non-apology in our lives. The key features of a *true* apology include:
-An admission of wrongdoing.
That is, a specific acknowledgment that you fucked up, in a way that lets the other person know that you understand how you fucked up.
-A lack of excuses/defensive behavior/pity partying.
The person can’t say “sorry” and then defend themselves. Doing this implies they still agree with their prior actions. If this is true, then the “sorry” is an attempt to APPEASE. It isn’t REGRET. Such an apology means nothing. Without regret, the person can and probably will continue the behavior. The phrases or sentiments “I’m sorry, BUT…” or “I’m sorry you feel” is common.
-A retraction and details on future behavior.
Talking about regret again, here. They offer a concrete attempt to amend thier actions, mostly because they recognize that they were wrong. If they were misunderstood, they attempt to FIX this misunderstanding in a way that lets the other person know they regret the original interpretation. And give specifics on how they will avoid this behavior in the future.
Now let’s hear a few quotes from Logan Paul’s apology.
“This is a first for me.”
“I’ve never made a mistake like this before….I’m still a human being. I can be wrong.”
“That’s never the intention.”
“I was misguided…I still am.”
“I do this shit every day…one may understand it’s easy to get caught up”
“…for the first time in my life I’m regretful to say I handled that power incorrectly. It won’t happen again.”
Did you hear him relating understanding as to how he messed up? I didn’t.
Did you hear an acknowledgement that he even messed up, apart from a “monsoon of negativity” (translation: bad PR)? I didn’t.
Did you hear him express regret or acknowledgement of the incorrect content of the video? I heard him defending his side.
Did you hear him make excuses saying he’s uploaded a 15 minute video a day for a little over a year and that’s how he lost perspective? Because I did. I know multiple YTers who’ve uploaded several times a day for many years - and what Logan did would never even cross their minds. Shout-out to morals.
Did you hear him expressly say that he will amend his behavior at all in the future? Because I didn’t. I heard “I won’t handle my Very Great Power incorrectly again.” Which means shit-all.
Did you even hear an attempt to amend the behavior he’s apologizing for? I didn’t.
But did you catch the attempt to keep all his subscribers with a community hashtag that guilts his young followers to keep him anyway? #StaywithmenomatterwhatshitIpullbecauseotherwiseyourenotarealfan?
Because I did!
Logan Paul doesn’t acknowledge what he did wrong or try to make amends in this “apology” because Logan Paul doesn’t think he did a single thing wrong, and therefore doesn’t think he should have to do anything to “fix” it. He wouldn’t have even given it a second thought if not for the backlash. He doesn’t intend to change his behavior.
This is a statement to attempt to cover his ass with Youtube advertising and his subs. If the story gets to main media, it might get to the parents of his subs or to the companies indirectly paying his salary.
Btw, if these guidelines to a non-apology sound familiar to you, it’s because non-apology is used by a LOT of manipulative people, including but not limited to abusers. Please do not be friends with someone who regularly gives out non-apologies.
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so adrien has a little problem: he likes marinette. like he really, honest-to-god likes her, and he doesn’t know what to do about it. his track record with girls isn’t so stellar. after he confessed his feelings to ladybug as chat noir, she calmly turned him down and admitted she liked someone else. so as nino would say, without a lady to tie him down, adrien agreste is single and ready to mingle.
but he’s always been single?? and what does mingle even mean?? like, nino, what the hell, dude?? help a man out.
so nino sits him down and explains how to get his crush. with his previous crush, nino tells him, adrien obviously didn’t do it right, and that’s why she turned him down (nino doesn’t know it was ladybug, and he just likes to think adrien was crushing on a supermodel who was totally out of even his league).
nino: “you gotta flirt, man. the ladies love a dude who’s chill and cool and confident. you gotta rock it and own it. you got this.” adrien: “but how? every time I go to her, she looks at me, and I can’t… make my words work.” nino: “….you two are perfect for each other.” adrien: “what?” nino: “what?”
nino gives him an article with a few tips for flirting. this shouldn’t be too bad, and hey, it worked on alya, nino swears by it. so with 10 Flirting Techniques That Are Garunteed to Work on Women on his mind, adrien is determined to woo the ladies.
1. set the stage with the “soft stare”: so all he had to do was stare at marinette as deeply as possible whenever they had a conversation while maintaining a calm and relaxed expression. marinette likes to stutter and stammer her ways through her words, and he couldn’t blame her, because he lost control when he tried to talk to her as well, and usually her antics made him smile and laugh. but according to the tips, he wasn’t allowed to.
it’s all good for a week or so, until nino pulls him aside and asks why he looks like he’s plotting how to murder marinette in her sleep like some type of serial killer every time he talks to her.
he stops talking to her after that. alya tracks him down a few days later and whacks him upside the head for making her best friend cry by ignoring her. adrien goes back to talking to marinette as normally as possible after that because it’s better to talk to her as friends than invoke his “killer smile” while trying to flirt.
2. be vague and leave her wanting more: adrien has this in the bag. he knows how to skirt around a topic, but that’s just because he has to make sure he kept his secret identity as a superhero of Paris a… secret. being vague is one of his best talents, it also helps with those stupid paparazzi who always follow him. the article offers some suggests: tell her you know a secret about her, tell her there’s something interesting about her and you can’t put your finger on it, tell her that’s she exactly your type but don’t tell her what you type actually is, etc. he spends most of the night plotting his exact words, and the next day, when he sees marinette, it just comes spilling out…
adrien: “i know your secret, marinette.” marinette: “…what?” well shit, adrien thought, the article didn’t tell him what happened after this. adrien: “…i know it. your secret… i knew there was something about you that i couldn’t put my finger on.” marinette: “…wait, so you know? ohmygodthiscan’tbehappening,ohmygod, how did you figure it out???”
adrien wasn’t sure what to do after this point, so like the article said, he leaves her wanting more and nopes the fuck outta there, cha-cha sliding out of the classroom and bolting down the hallway before she could catch him.
3. the sensual look: once a girl is comfortable around you, give her a mischievous look that makes her think. the article (and nino) never really explain what the girl will think about, but adrien totally supports girl empowerment and helping those smart cookies get the best grades and brilliance recognition they deserve. if a mischievous smile is all it takes, then he’s more than happy to help.
he flashes her a quirky smirk in Madame Bustier’s lecture, marinette notices and freezes up. he thinks he did it wrong when nino just leans closer and says, “you broke marinette.”
adrien apologizes after class and swears he’ll never break her again. marinette just mumbles, “you can break me anytime.”
adrien thinks it’s counterproductive.
4. the surprise wink: whenever you pass her, just wink after you lock eyes, nino says, she won’t expect it and it’ll surprise her but give her the clear and distinct message that you are flirting with her. adrien wants marinette to know he likes her and wants to flirt with he rand wants to date her and just be with her, so he winks every time he gets.
they see each other in class? wink he catches her eyes while they study for physics? wink they talk about madame bustier’s homework? wink she asks him for his opinion on her designs? wink
at first, she giggles. after two weeks, she presents him with a bottle of over-the-counter artificial tears for his “eye twitch.” he stops winking after that and doesn’t talk to nino for the rest of the day.
5. the playful bump: playful actions, like bumping, will definitely make a girl smile.
adrien: “but nino, i could hurt her.” nino: “no, my dude, she knows you’re teasing.” adrien: “i don’t care if she knows. what if i knock her over?” nino: “no, you don’t do it hard, you just–” adrien: “what if she falls over and breaks her nose? i don’t wanna break her nose, nino. she has a cute nose.” nino: “adrien, you’re not gonna break her–” adrien: “niNO”
6. the understatement: understate the compliments you give her, okay, okay, adrien can do this. it’s simple.
adrien: “marinette, your eyes are blue… like avatar’s skin. just blue.. all over.. it’s great. not the brightest blue, but not the darkest. just blue. you have blue eyes, marinette.” marinette: *is speechless* nino: “…you nailed that, adrien.” adrien: “oh thanks, nino.”
7. the double negative, “i don’t think you’re not beautiful”: adrien: “but i do think she’s beautiful.” nino: “i know, you’re telling her that.” adrien: “but you just said i don’t think she’s beautiful?” nino: “no, no, you said you don’t think she’s not beautiful, so ergo you think she is beautiful.” adrien: “…grammar hurts my head, nino.” nino: “i know, my dude, i understand.”
8. the sensual tease, tease her for liking you: okay, but adrien doesn’t know if marinette likes him like that? nino swears she does, and alya says so too, but it still makes him feel bad for teasing her. so he doesn’t tease her and just keeps doing stuff like he normally does, like walking her home from school and helping her study physics and giving her advice for her designs and keeping a stash of food for her on the mornings she runs late and he knows she didn’t have breakfast yet.
nino rolls his eyes, but adrien doesn’t care. his momma didn’t raise no hooligan. no, if he was going to flirt with marinette, at least he can be a gentleman about it.
9. the moniker: giving her a cute nickname will let her know how special she is. adrien spends a week thinking about it, and nino gives him a few suggestions, but he doesn’t listen. if he’s giving marinette a nickname, it has to be something he does because it’ll let her know she’s special to him.
a few days later, he slips up and calls her “princess” because she’s pretty, sweet, smart, likes pink, and is a natural born leader just like a royal. marinette freezes when he calls her that, but she smiles and laughs eventually. she seems to like it, and he keeps doing it. it’s fitting, he supposes, for someone like her. marinette, his princess.
does that mean he gets to be her knight?
nino calls him a nerd.
10. tell her how you feel: it’s the last step, and adrien agonizes over it for days. it can’t really be as simple as nino makes it out to be, but then again, his best friend has been dating a pretty sweet gal for months, so it obviously worked for him. adrien broods over it for a while, and alya warns him not to ignore marinette for days again, and he swears he isn’t. he’s just trying to find his courage. why oh why is it so much easier to face an akuma with certain death hanging over his head than tell a girl how he really feels?
marinette decides to take matters into her own hands, which he isn’t really surprised by because she usually is a head-strong, independent female. what he is surprised by is when ladybug swings into his bedroom window and transforms into marinette right before his very eyes.
marinette: “why are you ignoring me? did i do something wrong?” adrien: *adrien.exe has stopped working* marinette: “…adrien?” adrien: “…you’re… ladybug?!” marinette: “yeah, i know. you know. we’ve been over this–” adrien: “nononoNO, we most certainly haven’t.” marinette: *marinette.exe has stopped working* adrien: “…marinette?” marinette: “I… but you said you knew my secret.” adrien: “I WAS BEING VAGUE.” marinette: “WHY?!” adrien: “IVE BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU.” marinette: “…you have?” adrien: “well, i was trying–”
plagg: *pops out of adrien’s pocket* “oh, are we trading secrets?” tikki: *pops out of marinette’s bag* “I think so?” plagg: *holds out paw to marinette* “fine. im plagg, i turn him into chat noir. nice to finally meet you. i’m glad you guys are finally telling each other, it’s been so tiring listening to him mooning over you. do you have any cheese?” marinette: “…you’re chat noir?” adrien: *dies*
so marinette and adrien are dating now, so in a way he thinks his plan worked? that doesn’t stop marinette from asking him how he thought he’d been flirting, so he tells her nino’s tips. she laughs for a week straight. that’s the last time he ever listens to nino.
an adrien version of this post. some people asked for an adrien version, it’s not directly a sequel, but still another au. just two nerds trying to flirt and failing spectacularly.
Do you ever catch yourself thinking of me? Of what we had? Of how my eyes would glow every time I looked at you, or how my hair used to shine when the sun hit it? Or maybe how I would laugh so freely either for your stupid jokes or for no reason in specific? I sometimes do. I bet you don’t and I guess you never did.
back in school i used to be the worst person. everyone knew my best friend was “the smart one”. i was funny, sort of good for a laugh, but probably skipping class. i often failed math. i never did my homework. i was convinced i could never catch up. i didn’t go to class because i didn’t do the homework and i didn’t get the new homework so i didn’t do it. i felt constantly run down. like i was wasting my time. like some part of me wanted to be smarter than this, but couldn’t be. when they started bullying, the first thing they said was “stupid.” what else could i be.
i had no idea how to ask for help, or even when i needed it. i was so good at the things i excelled at that i had no idea how to try to understand something. if i ever felt like i hit a wall, i stopped what i was doing. i did “well enough” in my passions and just got used to saying “i’m not good.” i’m not good at math. i’m not good at essays. i’m not good at close reading. i’m not good at school. i’m not good at anything.
i graduated high school with something close to a 2.3, SAT scores high enough to save me.
teaching myself how to learn took me a lot of re-tries. i ended up having to drop out of school because of expenses and work for a while. after that came community college for two years and then transfer to a major university. by this time i was “the overachiever”, “the one who ruined the curve”. finally i was “the smart one”.
it felt sort of hollow. i had worked so hard to get here. sitting in graduation and seeing the little star next to my name that meant top ten percent of my class felt like i was looking at someone else’s life. i wasn’t actually this girl. i was still the “dumb one.” this 3.98 was a fluke in the system. i was pulling the wool over their eyes. i was still average. whenever someone made a comment about how “of course you did the extra work” it felt hollow. like i’m playacting. no, you see? i’m still a 2.3. i have so many excuses. i’m taking easy classes. i just like to be busy. no, no, i’m not smart, you’re not listening.
his junior year, Jughead goes to New York for a writing internship.
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
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
“It’s really amazing,” Betty told him. “It’s a great experience, and you’ll learn so
“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.”
“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
“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
The lady sitting behind the desk glanced up at Jughead. “Ah, yes!
We’ve been expecting you, Mr. Jones!” she exclaimed, standing from her
“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.”
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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)
“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,
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
“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
“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
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.”
“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
“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
“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
“Nothing bad,” he shrugged.
“Sometimes things just don’t work out, you know?”
“Yeah,” (Y/N) muttered.
“I had a boyfriend.”
“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
“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
“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
“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.
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
Jughead laughed, “Where do I begin? She’s my ‘counterpart’ for the
internship. We’ve become very close.”
“I told you,” Betty grinned.
“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
“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
“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)
“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,
“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
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
“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.
“I called you quick-witted?”
“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
“Oh,” she murmured. “Yeah,
I did say that.”
“You were wrong,” Jughead said, trying to keep his voice
steady. He slowly grabbed her right
“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.”
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
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.”
This is how I’ll love you: like the night sky holding on to her brightest stars so they won’t fall, like a lighthouse safely guiding her sailors home, like a flower rising toward her sun, like the wave gently lapping against her shore, like a flame igniting, burning herself over and over again for the one she loves.
This is how you’ll love me: from a distance, close enough to touch, but never close enough to let yourself get hurt. Never close enough to let me in. Walking on eggshells, tiptoeing around your feelings like there was a way for you to avoid catching them.
This is how we’ll end: I ask you to meet me halfway, but you never show up. I ask you to tell me what you want but you never know yourself. I ask you to let me go because I cannot stay for someone who does not know for sure if he wants me to. So we end how we began. But, tell me, if there was no beginning, how can there ever be an end? If all we did was go in circles, how can we stop?
In hindsight, falling into Chat Noir’s arms was
usually a mistake.
“Are you sure you couldn’t see yourself falling for
a guy like me?”
Ladybug let out a snort, eyes rolling behind the
black and red mask as Chat lowered the pair of them to the ground.
“Really?” Ladybug laughed, somewhat incredulously,
nodding over Chat Noir’s shoulder. “We got a jilted tailor that’s got the city
“Nice one,” Chat said, tearing through the side
streets as red thread chased after him.
“Thank you,” Ladybug said, yo-yo lashing out and
batting away a needle zeroing in on Chat’s back. “You really want to bat those
eyelashes at me now?”
“Might be our last chance,” Chat said, leaping up
and over the roof-tops and landing in a low crouch, depositing his partner on
the rooftop. “Sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me? Maybe one last
kiss before the icy hand of death envelops us both.”
“Later,” Ladybug said, throwing an arm out to shield
Chat Noir as The Fashionista grappled up onto the ledge, needles clutched in her
hands as she zeroed in on the pair before her. “Unless you want to find out
what a pincushion feels like.”
“I’ll hold you to that later, Buggi,” Chat Noir said, extending his baton with a flick of
“Somehow I knew you would,” Ladybug sighed, latching
onto a weather vane and swinging out of the way of a hail of needles as Chat Noir
flanked the akuma around the side.
Perched on the edge of the rooftop, Ladybug watched
Chat drop the now de-evilized victim on the doorstep of her parent’s house,
shooting a salute and a wink at her mother. He was, at his core, a corny little
tomcat, who couldn’t miss an opportunity to act like he was auditioning for the
remake of The Princess Bride.
Of course, that made it harder for Ladybug to take
He was a tease, and part of Ladybug resented Chat
for flirting like his words had no effect. Chat had winked, hand-kissed, and
flirted his way through every girl they ran into. Even as he left the former
Fashionista, he couldn’t part without offering her a kiss on the hand before
springing up to the roof where Ladybug was waiting.
“She okay?” Ladybug asked.
“Fine, fine,” Chat said, rolling his shoulders with
a small sigh. “Little rattled, of course, but I figured that much; not every
day some weirdo brainwashes you and makes you his flunky.”
“That what the hand kiss was for?” Ladybug asked,
brow arching in Chat’s direction.
“Was I really supposed to ignore a lady in distress?”
Chat snorted, turning to his partner with a slowly spreading smile. “Jealous?”
“You wish, man,” Ladybug snorted.
“…maybe I do,” Chat Noir said, hands leaning on the
top of his staff, glancing across at his partner with a small smile that made
Ladybug’s heart skip a beat. “I wouldn’t mind if said you didn’t like me
kissing other people.”
“You know…you do this thing where you almost look sincere when you say stuff like
that,” Ladybug said, head cocking to one side. “I almost forget you’re joking.”
“…when did I ever say I was joking?” Chat replied,
soft enough that Ladybug almost didn’t catch it. And it was easy for Ladybug to
pretend that Chat’s confession fell on deaf ears; easier than confronting the
truth that he might actually be sincere in his endless teasing. Easier than
wondering how their relationship might change were Ladybug to call him on his
bluff, pull him in by his bell collar, and kiss him so hard he never even
dreamed about flirting with anyone ever again.
Instead, Ladybug opted for certainty, offering a
fist for Chat to clumsily brush his knuckles against as though they didn’t each want a little more.
The moment the transformation wore off, Tikki tore
into the box of cookies on the desk in a hail of crumbs that scattered over the
half-finished calculus homework.
“Hey, hey, watch it!” Nino said, picking the kwami
up by her back and pulling her away from his desk. “I don’t think my teachers
are going to buy the fact that my pocket-ladybug got food all over my homework!”
“Shorry,” Tikki said, swallowing a mouthful of
chocolate chips. “Long day.”
“You’re telling me,” Nino said, flopping belly first
onto his bed, the afternoon replaying in his head as Tikki floated over.
“…you know, you wouldn’t be the first Ladybug to
fall in love with Chat Noir,” Tikki said, patting the back of Nino’s head as he
buried his burning face in his pillows.
I don’t understand what happened to the Ferelden Grey Wardens in DA:I. Like, I don’t believe they’d go along with Clarel’s bullshit at all. Where are they? Did DA:I catch them in the middle of a retreat to Antiva or what?
Sigrun: (building a kickass sandcastle with Oghren’s kid) Relax already, Nate. Enjoy the beach. Look, the Commander’s doing a keg stand again. Go cheer them on. We deserve this.
Nathaniel Howe:(stress-squeezing a beach ball, never having relaxed or enjoyed anything in his life) Do you think everything’s okay at home?
They’re in the chilly fluorescent produce section, Neil steering the cart and Andrew catching it whenever he finds chocolate-covered berries or cartons of blended sugary juice to add to the pile. Neil’s got his old jersey conspicuously clashing with their new team’s red sweats, a dark bandana twisted up in his hair. It’s almost closing, and everything feels a bit cool and loose like no one’s really supposed to be awake.
When Neil’s busy bagging carrots Andrew gets his arms folded over the handle of the shopping cart, this stupid black t-shirt all stretched out at the neck, wire-framed glasses perched on his nose, mouth flat. Neil’s sort of fond of Andrew wearing his glasses in public, and he finds himself walking backwards in front of the cart as it’s pushed, openly watching him. Andrew picks the pace up just enough to bump heavily into his shins.
Neil smiles, looping his fingers through his end of the cart so they each have a side, rolling lopsidedly towards the opening of an aisle.
“Stop making things difficult.”
“Let me drive the cart.”
Andrew regards him, fair eyebrows raised. “You’re a control freak.”
Neil laughs, startled. “You let three people total drive your car. You wouldn’t even let Sir or King in our bed for the first three months we had them. You bartered for my secrets when we met, Andrew. ”
“And?” Andrew asks, examining a box of cake mix.
“I don’t think you should be talking about controlling personalities.”
Andrew ignores him, tossing the box in the cart and pushing it back towards Neil. “Go get your diet plan shit.”
Neil makes a face. “It’s our diet plan.”
“I am not willfully drinking skimmed milk.” Andrew crosses to the bags of jumbo marshmallows and Neil pinches the bridge of his nose.
“I’ll put it in your hot chocolate.”
“You’ll die,” Andrew says simply.
Neil jostles the cart into Andrew’s side, and he drops the marshmallows back on the shelf, unimpressed. “Meet me at the front in five. I’m getting actual food to sustain actual people.”
Andrew shrugs and turns to wander out of the aisle, dragging the cart the wrong way behind him.
Neil coughs so he doesn’t laugh, senselessly thrilled. He jogs back towards the meat section, threading through coolers and displays until he finds the turkey bacon and lean chicken breasts that they live on. He’s frowning at an especially lifeless beige cut of fish when he’s wrenched around by the arm.