I was just watching a behind the scenes of The Hobbit video, and it showed some of that freaky mocap acting that Benedict Cumberbatch did (god I usually skip over these parts and go to the Smaug animation)
but then the camera zoomed in on one of the crew members that had to sign for “cut.”
A Tumblr-less friend posted this theory her husband had. I slammed the headcanon button so hard I should have bought it dinner first.
Thor: Banner, I desire to act like a normal human for a time. How should I accomplish this?
Bruce: Well, um, normal people don’t have your speech pattern, for one. They, um, have jobs and hobbies…
Bruce: You know, photography, video games, puzzles…
Thor: And how does one acquire a ‘job’?
Bruce: Most people use the inter… you should probably look in the classifieds in a newspaper. Also, try shaving the beard and cutting your hair- you’re a bit recognizable.
Thor: *sees Superman/Clark Kent costume* A disguise? Like that man?
Bruce: Sure, yeah, glasses work.
Pining, and some angst. But a very happy ending. I hope everyone likes it!
September 1st, 2008
T. Basilton Grimm Pitch
I’m only keeping this journal so I can tell my step mum I’m doing it, she thinks that it’ll help me work through my issues. Ha, issues, is that what we’re calling it now?
My roommate is an insufferable drag, the bloody chosen one. He doesn’t look like a chosen one, he doesn’t look like anyone would choose him. My father insists that it’s a good thing, that I have to keep an eye on the Mage’s heir, I don’t know how I’m going to survive.
September 1st, 2008
The mage thinks I should keep a journal, he thinks it’ll help me with my words. I don’t think I can be helped with my words.
I think my roommate is evil, he’s a Grimm-Pitch, and the Mage tells me that both those families are evil, so how can he not be? He stares at me a lot, he’s probably trying to figure out the neatest way to kill me. He’s a bloody clean-freak.
September 1st, 2009
I’m back at Watford, I can hardly believe it. I’d started to think that I made it up, that I would never have someplace to call home. I cried a lot, Baz came in and made fun of me. He’s such an arse, always acting like he’s the most important person in the room. Maybe the mage will let me switch this year.
September 1st, 2009
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
I came into the room to find Snow crying, he’s such a pathetic excuse for a chosen one. He even invaded my summer, I couldn’t even bloody think of anything else. Simon Snow demands attention, he’s like an elephant stumbling around and destroying everything he touches.
September 1st, 2012
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
I can’t believe I still keep a diary, like a bloody preteen girl. I only do it because Daphne somehow knows when I stop.
Snow is unbearable, it’s just the first day of term and he hasn’t left me alone. Just stared at me, all day. He is no friend to subtlety, doesn’t even try to hide it, what kind of hero is he?
September 1st, 2012
Baz is up to something, even more so than usual, I’m going to find out what it is. I figure if I never leave him alone he can never do whatever it is that he does. I’m going to figure out what he’s plotting, the old families probably finally decided it was time to get rid of me. I get it now, why I have to be his roommate, I have to keep an eye one him.
October 12th, 2012
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
Snow never leaves me alone, I can’t even get 15 minutes to shower without him thinking I’m setting up some elaborate trap. I wish I could bite him, turn him and finally make him feel like I do. Like a villain. My life is fucked up enough without Snow stalking me constantly.
October 20th, 2012
Baz goes into the catacombs constantly, I’m not sure what he’s doing down there but I doubt it’s something that’s good for me or the Mage or non-evil people in general. I found dead rats, but I don’t know what he’s doing with them. I spend all my time following him, Penny’s starting to get irritated.
December 18th, 2012
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
We’re home for Christmas break, and I still feel like I’m going to round a corner and find Snow staring at me. Bloody Snow, I can never be rid of him. He’s probably at the Wellbelove’s, snogging Agatha and pretending to be a happy family. The thought bothers me, it scratches at my stomach. I shouldn’t care, though, Snow is just my stupid roommate. Not my friend, or-
December 19th, 2012
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
It’s unbearably early, something I should not be saying on break when Snow’s not here to wake me up with his stumbling. But I had a dream, about Simon. He kissed me, and it was nice, and I didn’t want to bite him (well, not that way). God, this can’t be happening, Snow is unbearable. I hate Snow, more importantly, Snow hates me.
January 3rd, 2012.
T. Basilton Grimm-Place
As if my life wasn’t shit enough without adding ‘in love with his enemy’ to the mix. The term started today, and it’s much worse seeing him, having him be there. I don’t how to act normal, but I’m trying, Not like it matters, Snow will just assume that I’m plotting another way to make his life miserable.
January 3rd, 2012
Baz is acting strange, for once in his life he hasn’t taken every possible opportunity to make my life miserable. He’s just quiet, I caught him staring at me. Maybe he figures he can lull me into a false sense of security and then strike.
March 15th, 2012
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
I don’t know what I’m going to do. Snow won’t leave me alone for one second to try to sort out these feelings. Every time I see him (in class, or our room, or trailing me in the catacombs), I just want to kiss him or bite him. That’s when I’m at my worst, when he’s following me and we’re alone and it would just be so easy to end this, one way or another. I don’t think I’m going to survive.
October 28, 2015
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
I feel tired, the Numpties took everything out of me, everything usually reserved for dealing with Snow. I can’t deny that it’s nice, that despite all the pain it causes me it’s nice to see him. He was what I held onto when I felt myself slipping away. He looks at me like I’m about to explode. Even now he keeps glancing up at me over his homework like I’m going to pounce on him (which, maybe I am).
October 28, 2015
Baz is back, I don’t know how to react. He looks hurt, who could have hurt him? Maybe it was some kind of rite of passage, maybe he’s finally ready to take me out. I should tell him about his mom, or I should look through his stuff to find out where he’s been. I don’t know what I’m going to do.
October 29th, 2015
I did it, went through his stuff I mean. And I found something, a diary. I read something, and I’m just not sure how to react. I don’t know what’s happening, I just don’t know how to feel about this.
October 29th, 2015
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
Snow is acting weird, even more than usual. I think he’s avoiding me, not looking me in the eye. And then he even smiled at me, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do. But I sure a hell am not letting him suck me into whatever weird drama is going on in his life. I won’t let him do that to me, not now.
October 30th, 2015
Simon kissed me, he kissed me until my lips were numb, he kissed me all night. I kissed him, I kissed Simon Snow. Simon Snow kissed me, I feel like I’m dreaming, and maybe I am. He kissed me and I can’t even find it in myself to be angry that he went through my stuff.
Okay, I have this stupid scene playing in my head.
Like, I can really actually see Black Hat and Dr. Flug having somewhat at least a little bit friendly relationship (who am I kidding, a little? pfff). I mean they do have pretty normal conversations, Flug does act pretty casual around Black Hat, not like a scaredy cat most fictions portray him as.
And of course, BH do harass Flug at some points, but obviously it isn’t all THAT bad.
So why not really have them being dorks, especially since we all have seen in the shorts that they are.
So, what if while they were shooting the commercial once, BH made this hand-gun motion at Flug to emphasize his point or something, and Flug played along by dropping dead in front of the camera?
It’d be funny if BH told him to stop already after a few seconds, and Dr. hasn’t responded.
I can see Black Hat going like “wait, I can do that? Cool.”, and then while smacking Flug in hope he will stop fooling around he went “did I really kill him? Oh shit.”
“Well, I can probably find a good replacement.”
And only when he start losing his shit about accidentally killing his only best scientist, Flug ‘come back to life’ trying to scare BH.
Can I just say it’s really difficult to call a character “out of character” when your reading from someone’s point of view. Especially first person.
I read someone say they thought Mor acted ooc by “leading Azriel on” all those years. Like we’re not in Mor’s mind. Has no one ever acted a certain way and that’s not the way they truly feel ???? People view you in a way that sometimes is not truly how you are. We were seeing things through Feyre’s point of view you guys!!!!!!
How each turtle acts after having sex: Michelangelo
Mikey would act pretty normal I guess but just…happier. He would also be starving and could probably eat a whole large pizza with breadsticks in one sitting. I mean, some good sex works up an appetite.
“Oh Mikey…that was incredible…” you panted as you laid on your back next to him. You both were covered in a fine sheet of sweat and Mikey had this big, goofy grin on his face. Mikey knew how to get the job done and he got it done well.
“Only the best for my love.” he said as he placed a kiss to your forehead. “Wanna get something to eat? I’m starving now.” said Mikey as he started to sit up. You shook your head slowly at him and he laughed a little.
“Nah, I think I need to recover for a few minutes before I get up.” you said. Mikey just bit his bottom lip and nodded his head, obviously very proud of himself. He knows how to take care of his lady. So with that he kisses you on the head and walks out of his room and into the main part of the lair.
“Hey Mikey, we’re about to eat. Where’s (Y/n)? She should get in on this.” said Leo as he looked up from the pizza box. Mikey just smiled and grabbed a plate and said,
“She can’t right now, she’s recovering.” Mikey said bluntly as he started a small pile of pizza on his plate.
“Keep that shit to yourself, dumbnuts!” Raph growled and smacked Mikey on the back of the head while Leo and Donnie just slowly shook their heads.
You’re right. I have forgotten how to act like a normal human being. And I play games and I lie and I trick people to avoid the truth of how I feel. And the idea of letting anyone close to me is terrifying for obvious reasons, but the truth, Teresa, is that I can’t imagine waking up, knowing that I won’t see you. The truth is… I love you. Whew! You can’t imagine how good it feels to say that out loud, but it scares me… and it is the truth. It is the truth of what I feel.
Hello, I saw that you responded 'scam men for trips' when someone said they wanted to travel but didn't have the money. I'm high-key interested and was wondering if you could share some insight and information about how to make this happen. Thank you in advance for your graciousness.
Okay so the way I do this is with tinder plus, I put myself in locations I want to go to and match with wealthy looking men. Then I chat them up and make them like me, you have to act normal and genuinely interested. When they ask you out/want to meet with you say you just were there on vacation and just got home, usually they say something like oh wow that’s so sad and then you can drop a bomb like “I know, I felt a real connection. I would love to spend time with you” blah blah. Basically get them wanting to see you reallly bad and then say you would love to come back if your travel expenses are covered. Be warned this process takes a long time to charm them but it has worked for me a few times.
•Listen to nightlife the entire way of a 12 hour road trip
•Listen to nightlife the entire time I painted a book shelf so I’d force myself to get it done quicker
•Make nightlife my ringtone
•Make just “my favorite color’s candy apple girl” as my text tone
•Put nightlife in the middle of a playlist so it’d come on at a public beach and I’d have to act like it was a normal song
Hi. I just wanna say that i feel its a bit inappropriate for jy to promote his pop up store and giggling and taking selfies with his friends. Its like they are pretending nth happen to sh. I know they might not show their support publicly but hey a little consideration would be good. And i just dont know how to feel with everyone frm yg going to his concert while sh is probably alone now when he's the one who needs support right now😭😭
ummmm hmm…. okay so this is just my opinion on it, i havent read what anyone else has thought about it cause Im trying to avoid it but i’ll throw what im thinking out there. i think theyre doing a good thing??? the marijuana scandal is bad, but they’ve all lprobably known that it was going to drop for months. they were prepared for the news to break - likely around jiyongs album release- this wasnt news to any of them so they were likely able to come up with a strategy to deal with it. look, from all that we know of seunghyun, and my personal interpretation, he doesn’t really like public attention?? especially in relation to his mental health, which he has had problems with for many years. having the kind of spotlight he had on him in the last week?? getting removed from his military post?? ending up in the hospital?? those are all very personal things that he does not need or want out there. thats just making things worse. by jiyong and the rest of the yg crew performing and watching his concert they are giving off the message that things are going to be okay. if everyone just stopped working and concerts were cancelled that would just put more attention on seunghyun. making him the bad guy who stopped jiyong’s promotions and likely would cause yg to lose stock. which is not the blame he needs right now!!! being alone- and he’s not alone, his mom is with him at least- is better than having the whole industry and fans watching your every move. It’s what drove him to the hospital in the first place most likely.
and tbh this is what makes jiyong a good leader for his group. this exact message, and i’ve seen other people saying the same thing. Jiyong is taking some of the hits right now about how its inappropriate for him to be on stage, and therefore deflecting attention from seunghyun by performing and promoting and just acting normal. idk i have my issues with jiyong but he genuinely cares about the people in his life and i think this is what is best for seunghyun in the long run personally.
I agree that seunghyun needs support right now but tbh??? I think that everyone acting normal is going to do more for him in the long run than anything else
I know it’s been a while, but I have returned with a continuation of Rosvolio: Why? I do have an idea for a continuation to this continuation, so if you want a Part 3, let me know.
I hope you enjoy it!
When Rosaline awakened the next morning, she felt terrible. Everything around her was spinning so quickly. Despite all that, she could tell that she wasn’t in her room. Where was she?
Suddenly, a shock of severe pain traveled throughout Rosaline’s head. She opened her mouth to cry out in agony, but instead of sound, the contents of her stomach came out.
Bile hit the floor and started to travel in all directions. She tried to stand up, only to feel her body starting to sag downwards. She leaned her body against a wall and used that to support herself. When she got to her feet, she walked until she reached the door. Her hand was inches away from the doorknob when the door was opened from the other side.
Her eyes grew as wide as saucers when she saw Benvolio Montague standing in front of her with a cup of water.
Confusion swiftly was replaced with fury. She was in his house?! Why was she in the house of of a Montague?!
Screams of fury would have left Rosalind’s lips if she wasn’t hit with a strong wave of nausea and dizziness first.
She vomited yet again, but the dizziness was worse. The room started to spin once more, causing the Capulet heiress to lose her footing. Rosaline would have plummeted straight into the pool of bile she created if a pair of arms didn’t catch her and scoop her up into the air.
“This is quite the mess you have made in my room, my beloved.”, she heard him say teasingly.
The amusement that she detected in his voice made her flush with embarrassment and irritation. She snapped,
“Ugh! Put me down! I can walk by myself!”
“I will do as you wish, but do you really want to risk falling again?”
Rosaline was fuming, but kept her mouth closed.
A smirk formed on Benvolio’s face. “I didn’t think so.”
Rosaline was placed in another bedroom while Benvolio stated, “Rest for now. I’ll take care of the mess. I’ll be right back.”
When her initial anger subsided, Rosaline pondered on Benvolio’s behavior during her solitude. Why he was being so nice to her? If she did this at home, Lady Capulet would waste no time striking, berating, and then ordering her to clean up her mess up. So, why wasn’t Benvolio at least a little mad at her?
There was also the bigger question that needed answering: What was she doing here in the first place?
The sound of footsteps made her sit up. Benvolio returned with a small cup of water. He handed the cup of water to her, declaring,
“Drink this. It’ll help you feel better.”
Rosaline retrieved the water and began to sip the liquid slowly. She tensed up when Benvolio sat on the other side of the bed.
After a minute of uncomfortable, tension-filled silence, she decided to ask Benvolio her question.
“Why am I here?”
Benvolio’s expression turned serious, which bewildered Rosaline. His question caught her off guard.
“What do you remember from last night?”
“I asked you a question first, Montague.”
“I’m well aware of that, Capulet. I will answer your question after you answer mine.”
“I remember going to a pub and having a drink. Does that answer satisfy you?”
“Do you remember our conversation?”
Rosaline huffed in annoyance. “Montague, you said-”
“I know what I said. Just…please answer the question.”
The distress in his voice made any words she might have had unable to escape her lips. What was so important about their conversation that was making him so upset? She thought for a minute before it dawned on her. Rosaline didn’t remember talking to Benvolio at all.
“No. I don’t remember. I don’t even remember seeing you at all.”
Benvolio took a deep breath, which made Rosaline anxious. He informed the Capulet heiress, “When I found you at the pub, you have had too many drinks. When I spoke to you, you acted normal at first. Then, you changed completely. You started screaming. You told me what His Grace said to you, what he threatened to do, how he hurt you…..and asked why I haven’t done the same.
Shock and horror filled Rosalind’s entire being. She stuttered, “I….I…I told you everything?”
Benvolio nodded solemnly, which made Rosaline bury her face in her hands. She couldn’t believe this. It was bad enough that he caught Rosaline and Escalus kissing, but this….this was a thousand times worse.
Her feeling of dread intensified when Benvolio added, “His Grace wanted to see you last night….ordered me to take him to you, but I wouldn’t allow it.”
She exclaimed with a tone that didn’t conceal her disbelief and surprise,
“You defied an order for His Grace?! He’s our sovereign!”
“I know. I just didn’t care.”
“Why would you do something like that?!”
“I did it for you.”
Rosaline’s mind froze after heearing that. She struggled to get out only one word.
Benvolio repeated without any difficulty, “I did it for you.”
Her stunned silence made him continue, “ I don’t know the entire relationship between you and His Grace, but I do know he keeps hurting you. I wasn’t going to let him hurt you twice in one night.”
Rosaline had no idea what to say next. No one had ever done something like this on her behalf before. Despite the bewilderment that was racing through her, she felt a sense of gratitude towards the Montague heir.
She opened her mouth to thank him, but was interrupted by someone screaming at the top of their lungs,
Rosaline and Benvolio jumped up and turned their faces to the door to see a furious Lord Montague glaring directly at his nephew. However, when he laid eyes on Rosaline, he sucked in a breath and stated while trying to contain his boiling rage,
“Nephew, I think it’s time for your betrothed to go home. I’m sure her family is worried about her and we have things to discuss.”
Benvolio was definitely going to suffer the wrath of his uncle when Rosaline was gone, but she did need to return to her family.
He stood up and replied, “You’re right, Uncle.”
Rosaline stood up too, saying, “Thank you for allowing me to stay here, Lord Montague.”
Benvolio watched as his uncle forced a fake smile on his face and said, “Don’t thank me, Lady Rosaline. It’s the least I could do since we will be family soon enough.”
Benvolio waited a bit for Rosaline to say something in response to that, but she didn’t. Rosaline just smiled as the two left the Montague house.
They made it to the Capulet manor in no time at all. When they were standing outside the house, Benvolio turned to Rosaline and said,
“Well, my beloved, I must take my leave now. It has been fun taking care of you, but let us not do that again anytime soon.”
“You may not get your wish, Montague. If we are married, you’ll might have to take care of me for the rest of your days.”
“Then, I hope we will never be wed.”
Rosaline laughed, which grew infectious and caused Benvolio to laugh as well. When his laughter ceased, he turned to leave but stopped when Rosaline’s hand grabbed his.
He looked at her with wide eyes and watched her eyes dart from left to right. Was she…nervous? Then, she looked at Benvolio and said,
“Thank you for everything you did for me, Benvolio.”
The sound of his name coming from her lips made Benvolio’s heart skip a beat. He was unable to form words for a moment before finally getting out the words he was looking for.
A small smile graced her lips which made Benvolio’s heart malfunction yet again. He stood there, frozen, as she walked into her home. He returned to his own household in a daze, which didn’t break even when his uncle was shouting at him.
Even, hours later, as he laid in his bed, his mind was plagued by Rosaline. She grabbed his hand. She called him by his name. She thanked him. There was no anger or sarcasm in her voice like the last time.There was nothing but pure, sincere, gratitude.
It made him feel….happy….extremely happy.
Yet, it was this happiness that confused the poor boy. Why did three little words affect him so much?
The last time he felt this happy…he was surrounded by the love of his brothers.
Was it possible that he was following in Romeo’s footsteps and falling in love with a Capulet?
Was he….falling in love with Rosaline?
“No. That’s impossible.”, he thought to himself. “She may be…intriguing, but I’m not falling in love with her. Absolutely not.”
He told himself that over and over again until sleep finally came to him.
I think a super important ace/aro problem to tackle (and of course this applies to other groups, but I’m making this post) is knowing when a situation is sexual/romantic. I’ve been in really, really dangerous situations where I’m acting my normal way but for people who have sexual attraction is a sexual situation and I’m acting sexually to them.
I just don’t have the ability to rationalize that certain things are sexual to other people because I don’t have that capacity. I just think, especially for ace/aro minors that we need to figure something out to protect us from dangerous situations we don’t realize we’re in.
ok when i overhear normal friends having conversations with each other they act really mean and like . cruel in a “funny” way and its weird and like really not good ?…… maybe im just used to only talking to depressed sensitive people who think too much ..
can you do where bughead gets into a fight about something so later on betty goes to a party & gets drunk & flirts. jughead hasnt heard from her in a couple of hours so he goes & looks for her & finds her at the party?
First prompt, I’ll give it a go. I hope you kinda like it!
“Why not Juggie?” Betty asked running her hands through her hair “It’s just a small party.”
“Small?” Jughead laughed “nothing is ever small when a Blossom is involved especially Cheryl”
“Please Jug” Betty pleaded “I just want us to be..” she trailed off
“Be what Bets?”
“BE NORMAL” she shouted. Betty took a deep breath “Every other couple, hell every other person from school will be there apart from us. Again Jughead. I want us to go out and have fun and act like normal teenagers.”
Jughead shook his head and looks down at his feet. He knew Betty deserved to go out after everything she and her family had been through as of late. Polly’s twins had been keeping the whole Cooper household up and on some nights, the Andrews household too. Jughead looked at her “Go Bets” he said moving back towards his desk “Go have fun”
“That’s not the deal Jughead. We’re both going” she insisted.
“What don’t you understand about he fact I don’t want to go Betty?” his voice raising “I don’t like those people and I still have to go to school with them. Why would I want to spend more time with them?” By the time he finished, Betty looked withdrawn. She had stepped back as far as possible from him.
“Fine Jughead. I’m leaving. Wouldn’t want you to have to spend more time with us people” she walked out and slammed his door behind her.
“Shit” Jughead shouted throwing everything from his desk to the floor.
There was a knock at the door “WHAT?” he shouted
Fred opened the door “what happened here?” he asked
“Betty wanted to go to a party and I didn’t. We had a small fight?”
“Small?” he looked down towards the stuff on the floor.
“We’ve been having them a lot lately but she’s never stormed out before” Jughead sat on his bed and ran his hands through he hair. He looked up at the man that was like his second father, tears forming in his eyes “what do I do Fred?”
Fred sat next to him and sighed “maybe she just needs some space Jug, you guys are practically attached at the hip. Give her an hour or two then go and see her okay?” Jughead nodded. “in the mean time young man” Fred tried putting on his best strict parent voice “clean your room.”
Jughead laughed wiping his eyes “sure Fred” and with that Fred left the room. Jughead started picking up all the papers from the floor and shuffling them around so that they were in order of urgency. He picked up his English assignment and sighed seeing that it was due tomorrow, locating his copy of Of Mice and Men he picked it up and flicked through to find his bookmark which was of he and Betty in a photobooth down in Toledo from when they were visiting his mom & sister. He rubbed his thumb over the photo of the kissing then propped it up against the lamp and got started on his report.
3 hours later and Jughead was finished with his report so he picked up his phone. The lock screen was of Betty holding Polly’s twins who were both asleep in her arms, he smiled at the memory and decided to visit her. Putting his shoes on and grabbing his jacket, he headed next door to the Cooper household remembering the spare key Betty had previously given him so he wouldn’t wake the babies up. He carefully slid into the house and tip-toed up the stairs to her room, he gently knocked and open the door to see an empty bed. He opened the door wider and was looking around the room when his phone pinged with a message from Archie telling him to get to Cheryl’s party. Jughead left the house being careful not to make too much noise and headed towards the Blossom mansion. Upon arriving he winced; looking at the teens that were throwing up outside, the ones making out with each other. As if he sense where she was, he headed to the kitchen to see Betty against the counter wearing a short black skirt and low cut red top holding a red cup. She was leaning towards Chuck who was fully focused on her cleavage than on what she was saying. Jughead let out a low growling sound which caused the two to turn towards him.
“Juggie!” Betty exclaimed putting a hand on Chuck’s chest “Chuck was telling me a really funny story about” she paused “I’ve forgotten” she giggled.
“Get away from her Chuck” Jughead ordered
“Why should I do that man?” Chuck asked looking at him square on “Betty and I were talking.” Jughead looked up and with one look, Chuck had gone.
“Juggie why did you do that?” Betty asked pouting “Chuckie was being really funny”
“Bets” Jughead took a step towards her removing the cup from her hand and placing his hand on her face “how much have you had to drink baby?”
“Not too much” she replied trying to keep a straight face “okay maybe like 4 or 5 drinks but I’m fine Juggie. Why are you here anyway? I thought you didn’t like us other people”
“Elizabeth Cooper, you are the exception to any and every thing I’ve ever believed” he took her hand and placed it on his heart “you make me feel crazy things about you”
“then why say that earlier Jug” she asked a bit more sober
Jughead leaned forward so his forehead was touching hers, Betty was now standing her legs in between his, their hands now intertwined. They couldn’t physically be any closer. “I hate sharing you with other people” Betty smiled “If it were up to me, I would be with you every second of every day. I love you Betty Cooper.”
“you love me?” she asked as if the words were a foreign language.
Jughead nodded smiling “I completely and truly love you. I never want this feeling to go away. It’s like I can’t breathe but also like I’m free to be myself. Like as long as you are by my side, I’m invincible…” Betty silenced him with a kiss
“I love you too Jughead. I’m completely and truly in love with you and I’m sorry.”
“about what Bets?”
“This. Our fight. Drinking. Talking to Chuck. Everything” tears had started rolling down her face. Jughead wiped them with his thumb
“Don’t apologise Bets. Look at it like this: if we hadn’t have had that fight, if you hadn’t have come here, we wouldn’t be having this conversation and I’d still be terrified to tell you how I feel.” Betty nodded “Wanna head back?” she nodded again and the pair left.
Jughead had walked Betty to the Cooper’s front door. “Do you wanna stay tonight?” the blond asked “you don’t have to I just thought..”
Jughead cut her off “I’d love to Bets” and the pair walked in and upstairs. Betty had kept some of Jughead’s clothing for her to sleep in. She pulled out his black sweatpants and threw them at him taking one of his flannels for herself. They changed in silence and got into bed. Betty snaked her arm around Jughead’s torso and pulled herself closer their legs tangling.
“Night Juggie” she whispered “I love you.”
“I love you too Bets” he pressed a kiss to her forehead and close his eyes.