i just really love the scout

more silly ladynoir things

continuation of this 

  • chat noir, after being possessed by an akuma: oh my god please tell me that we didn’t make out and i forgot about it again!!
    • ladybug: no
    • chat noir: oh thank god
    • chat noir:
    • chat noir: …just checking that’s still off the table right?
  • when they were really bored, ladybug tried to see if she could use her yoyo to hypnotize chat noir. she was honestly convinced she was uncovering his repressed memories of being an orphan from italy until he admitted that he was just messing with her. 
  • sometimes when chat noir is getting into a really good spar with an akuma he’ll shout for ladybug to take two minutes to video tape it really quick with her compact
    • ladybug: why?????
    • chat noir: because i wanna see how cool i look later quick before he breaks out of my headlock!
  • they once spent an embarrassingly long time running across the city trying to catch an akuma in a glass mason jar before it akumatized anyone. ladybug just wanted to see if they could do it, but chat was convinced that he could reason with it and convince it to join their team as a sidekick. 
  • chat noir really loves making fun of ladybug’s height. like really loves it. like to the point where whenever ladybug is scouting the city and says she can’t see the akuma, chat noir lifts her up by her armpits, holds her over his head, and says, “can you see it now?”
  • they have an unironic list of ways to take down hawkmoth if they eventually meet him in person 
    • chat noir: okay so if we use my staff and your yoyo string…we could totally make a butterfly net
    • ladybug: …holy shit you’re right
    • chat noir: like we could trap him in an actual net my lady 
    • ladybug: alright i’m adding it underneath “100 cans of bug spray”
  • honestly civilians see them sitting around the city in these intense conversations and sometimes people ask them if they’re planning hawkmoth’s capture or they’re discussing a patrol but ladybug just snorts and is like “oh no i’m doing his natal chart can you believe his moon sign is cancer?”
  • ladybug: for the love of god chat do you think before you do things?
    • chat noir: of course i do, i think “oh shit i hope this works”

Artists tend to be pretty blunt when it comes to these things? It’s like not even compliments to them, they’re really just facts. 

“I love your face, it looks great”

I feel like Scout could be like that kind of artist hahahaha

story time👭

i was told i should definatley post this story so here we go!:

So I was selling Girl Scout cookies at a cookie booth this weekend, and this little old lady walks up to the booth to buy cookies! She looks to me like she’s at least 70 she’s really old. She’s super friendly talking to us and telling us about what it was like when she was a Girl Scout. So finally she picks out 5 boxes to buy and she says “you know I don’t really like these cookies but my, uh, my spouse Sharon did.” And she continued to tell us about her wife Sharon who died 2 years ago from cancer. Sharon was a Girl Scout leader and she was 6ft tall and she just loved thin mints. And then Margaret (she said at this point her name was Margaret) pointed down to her shirt (which was HUGE on her) and said it belonged to Sharon and even tho it’s really big on her she still wears it all the time because it feel like Sharon is still there hugging her. And she told us that they had been together for 28 years and really loved each other. Then Margarets old lady friends came over so she had to go and she said good bye and after she left we were talking about it and I was so happy to have met her because it just made me so happy to meet this elderly lesbian Girl Scout and all of the sudden the sort of sad mood is interrupted because the other girl in my troop looks over to me and says “wow Kaitlyn, she was the first gay Girl Scout I’ve ever met besides you!” and all I responded with was “it was an experience" 

I really like pied piper so much , y'all don’t understand , it’s not just about scolding ARMYs for fangirling too much ,they just gave us a reality check about how we should get our shit together and focus more about our life instead of fangirling , but in the same time they brag about how much of a influence they have on us but also thankful for us in the same time .

Like what kind of song is this ?????!!!!!!!!!???????!?!

I am attacked/thankful/offended/flattered at the same time.

titles in bold are nfsw (smut)

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Pietro Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff


Peggy Carter

Clint Barton

Sebastian Stan

Man of Steel changed the way I look at movies, not just superhero movies, but movies in general. It gave me the Superman I’d wanted to see since childhood. A Superman that I not only related to, but could really look up to. He wasn’t just a grinning boy scout with little character depth, he was a Superman.
In a movie that had heart and soul. A movie with pain and love, dark and light. A villain that really felt scary and I couldn’t predict how it was going to end.

And it gave me hope. Not just in my personal life, as I’ve discussed before, but it gave me hope in art. Movies as art. Superhero movies didn’t need to be high-saturated, popcorn movies with nice, neat, closed plots. They could be big, epic, meaningful artistic narratives! Something that reflected how important the mythology of superheroes is to the fans.

And then Batman V Superman came out and enriched everything that Man of Steel established. It built on the foundations and not only gave us a universe where Batman and Wonder Woman can fight alongside Superman, but it gave us some understanding of WHY these heroes do what they do and why they are teaming up. We saw Wonder Woman get slowly dragged back into heroism, and we knew why. She didn’t just suddenly, inexplicably drop out of nowhere onto the roof of a jet and start beating up another hero with absolutely no explanation. She hesitated, she fought her instincts and tried to be impartial, but the hero in her wouldn’t let her. And let’s not get into the extraordinary depth of character and development of Batman in this movie. Because that’s an essay into itself.
And then we saw the sacrifice of the hero who started all this. Whose sacrifice inspired these weathered, wary heroes into action again.
What a beautiful way to end a movie but start another! The dovetailing of this writing is genius.

After this we got Suicide Squad. A bit of a frantic, hectic, off-kilter movie about villains. It did a lot for world building, but most importantly it showed us what kind of people our heroes have faced before, and will face again. It showed us how strong and capable the villains can be, and this added so much to this universe that it is an invaluable movie.

Now, we have Wonder Woman! Adding more exposition to Diana’s motives in the modern day, this beautifully layered movie provided us with the first Wonder Woman movie, and yet but another incredible chapter to the DCEU. Never losing track of the themes and ideals of the shared universe, but maintaining its own unique voice, this movie delivered the finest superhero origin movie to date. While I still personally feel that it shares the stage with Man of Steel in terms of quality, it stands out on its own merits, because it is the first Wonder Woman movie, the first Wonder Woman origin story on the big screen and the first time a superhero movie has had such widespread, universal appeal.
It still considered the sense of realism established in the previous movies, showing the reality of war, a hero that will put the needs of others above her own and it kept a sense of doubt and confusion in the face of responsibility.

These movies have all been amazing in their own ways, and stand out as their own entities whilst keeping the universe cohesive. No other franchise has done this yet.

And it’s far from over.

This November, we get to see another huge milestone as Justice League hits the big screen. And I for one can not wait to see how this builds on what we’ve seen so far, and what will be built upon it.

It is a phenomenal time to be a DC fan, but it’s also a great time to be a movie fan and a superhero fan, too.

Bring it on.

So the new Scout voice lines have me seeing him in a whole new light like? Maybe he’s not just a fuckboy. He really wants to believe the others consider him their friend. And the line about the birthday party is actually rather sad if you think about it. I’ve always headcanoned that he was sort of left out by his older brothers, like the annoying baby brother they were mean to. His father abandoned him, his brothers ignored him, he really just had his doting mom who favored him (and that pissed his brothers off more). Now he’s got this big group of guys and he just wants so desperately to fit in with other men. He’s looking for friends and role models and he tries so, so hard but they just give him shit.
I love Scout so much now.

I'm pissed off

I’m really disgusted because some fans started stan Jin just because his father is a CEO. Jin is the most lovely person in the world. He’s not walking wallet for fucks sake. He’s my bias since they debiuted. I saw a comment on YouTube that say “ his future girlfriend will be very lucky 👅😍💞” Godfuckingdamnit, I really wanna choke this fucking cunt to death. Just because he have money makes him more attractive? Just because he have money his future girlfriend will be more happy? The answer is NO. To fans who stared “loves” Jin because his dad is a CEO : Go fuck yourself you fucking thirsty for money bitches.. If you wanna be rich, get a job and work hard or sing up on sugar daddy web site stupid hoes. I hope he find a girlfriend, who will love him for his personality.

Originally posted by sugaa

Introducing a new weapon based on the recent short Jungle Inferno we have a melee weapon for Heavy: Scout!

This weapon is really useful for those matches where that one Scout in your team is just f***ing useless. When they’re on your hands, you can decide what to do with them (preferably fight another Scout) without their consent! Isn’t that what makes the game fun?


+200% more damage.

+100% faster swing speed.

-You need a Scout in your team to use it.

-Every time you hit someone or something the Scout loses HP until he dies.



i had a hell of a time actually getting there, spending 15 hours total on the road, as my hour-and-a-half plane ride got canceled 30 minutes before it was scheduled to leave. OOF

but i still got in on time for the bus tour, which is the only big thing i’ve really splurged for this year! and it was super fun! that’s when the comic above took place. Scared Dad could not encourage Scared Daughter

in other news:

  • a friend of mine got me a rob op without telling me, so i decided to use it to send a little message to her. I’M HAPPY BUT ALSO DON’T GET ME THINGS GIT URSELF SOMETHIN NICE FOR EVEN CONSIDERING IT–it’s also a good reaction image, in any case
  • SOUNDEN LAIM, the Louden Swain fake cover band, RETURNED! as a REAL COVER BAND! we released an album. and by “we” i mean strob (our norton) did an assload of work, and i did some voice/kazoo work. greatest 2 tracks ever
    • billy wanted to show it to his kids, and didn’t realize rob was hoarding the copy that was meant to be for the whole band
    • stephen wanted a copy to send to his nieces and nephews, he wants to be The Ultimate Cool Uncle in a comic book
    • mike specifically asked me how explicit the language gets in it, because he wants a new book to read to his kids. he also promptly yelled at rob from across the table, who was waiting to be reprimanded for his Dastardly Sins. i found out the book was being kept in the band’s studio. which i believe is in rob’s house. they haven’t recorded anything in a while. i watched them all argue over this
  • there was a surprise swaingel shoot that i was a part of! however, i’m super not into how i’ve looked recently, and i also messed a leg up pretty decent during the shoot but i’m very impressed with how cool everyone else looked
  • SPEAKING of cool people, literally everyone. i sold out of some things, brought a huge stock and got dangerously close to running out of that, i hugged a lot, and SO MANY GOOD BEANS STOPPED BY THE TABLE

i’ve always super super super loved chicago, and this was another really good year. i think i just super love the midwestern cons? i dunno but i’m already all sorts of pumped for minn!! THANKS FOR ANOTHER GREAT CON, PRAISE ‘N’ BLESS 

it’s so CRAZY how karamel shippers act like people who hate mon el hate him purely out of spite, that their hate is driven by him being a fictional character, as if a slave owning misogynistic white dude who always gets the benefit of the doubt doesn’t affect the real world.

like, EVERYONE in the supergirl fandom knows that sanvers has affected a lot of people, how so many young girls out there are realizing they’re gay because of what’s shown on television. even the cast has commented on it. and let’s not forget the entire first season of melissa posing with girl scouts and teenagers who feel inspired by a strong woman on television, something they still try to argue is happening just as strong in the second season (“a woman falling in love doesn’t make her weak! except we think mon el is better than james!”). 

so it’s not like they don’t think fiction affects real life at all, i guess they suddenly forget to read when people point out how supergirl can affect the world negatively? really fucking ignorant if you ask me

i just realized i forgot to do a little con recap! this one was so hectic and my schedule was so bizarre that i’m so behind!

so, like, @neven-ebrez is my safety blanket at cons now. she is who i talk to!!! SHE IS MY SISTER! MY MOTHER! MY WIFE! and all of her flights got canceled and there was nothing i could do about it except scream into the void. which still did nothing. i was so worried i had too much but didn’t have enough variety, or that i might be a waste of space, or whatever may have you in multiple anxious ways

but thanks to you guys, you made my con weekend wild. SO LEMME TELL YA

  • ALL COPIES OF GOD’N’GABE SOLD OUT. i have never had this happen. ever. and the g’n’g figures sold out friday morning. THAT’S INSANE. i met matt a little more formally for the first time, and even he congratulated me on the sellout! YOU GUYS ARE THE COOLEST i even ended up doing surprise sunday commissions! i stopped around 10 after deciding my hand was going to fall off
  • all The Dads stopped by the table!! i did not expect this. it was super sweet. and i decided i wasn’t going to stop by swain’s table over the weekend–i had nothing for them to sign, and i feel like the most awkward potato when i just go over there to talk. so they came to me. they were disgruntled but like I’M NOT A SPARKLING CONVERSATIONALIST
  • I GOT TINY POP!SCOUT FROM @funkoadventures AND IT’S STILL THE COOLEST THING. i also got some really cool god and gabe-related things from several new faces, friends, etc. and that was Insanely Cool, thank you so so so much everyone
  • i got to meet some fresh faces of the media teams. the new social media manager for Creation’s things is a sweetheart and i’m so excited for them to get acclimated to the crowd. and the con staff was really looking after me, as it had somehow spread that i am somewhat unintentionally neglectful of myself when left to my own devices
  • which, also, EVERYONE was looking out for me. i can’t overlook this. people i’d just met, some i never talked to, close friends, everyone. i had so much food, water, and love vaguely tossed at my face over the weekend, the BTS of the table looked absolutely ridiculous it was such a mess

so thanks, you guys. ♥ i really couldn’t even be a fraction of heartfelt as i wanted to be. i didn’t know how to physically show that much emotion. i’m so indebted to everyone for the massive support.

so that’s all i got, i think! i leave you with something embarrassing from SNS

If it turns out that the actual conflict between Reaper and Soldier: 76 is “history’s worst case of three-decades-long mutual pining,” I will sob with laughter

Like seriously

Just imagine

Reaper, pointing a shotgun at Soldier’s face after disarming him.

Ana: Gabriel, no! Don’t do this!
Reaper: this is the way it should have been, Ana.
Widowmaker: can you ‘urry up already?
Soldier: Gabe…please, don’t -
Reaper: those are gonna be some pretty pathetic last words, Jack - unless you have something you actually want to say?
Soldier: …you know what
Soldier: I do.
Reaper: …
Ana: …
Widowmaker: …
Sombra: *eating popcorn*
Soldier: …I…I’ve been such a coward.
Reaper: ??
Soldier: I should’ve told you this the moment I knew twenty years ago.
Widowmaker: what is ‘appening
Sombra: ssshhhhh
Soldier: Gabriel…I love you.
Reaper: …what
Widowmaker: Quoi?
Ana: …wait are you actually doing this right now
Soldier: I’ve loved you for so long now. I think…I think I only really knew after the Crisis ended but…I was so scared of losing you as a friend -
Reaper: hold up, boy scout
Reaper: you’re telling me, that this whole time, you’ve been in love with me
Reaper: and you just NEVER said anything?
Soldier: …I know. It was stupid of me to be -
Reaper: because I’ve loved your dumb ass for years.
Soldier: …what
Ana: are you shitting me
Widowmaker: can we leave
Ana: all this time, you two have been in love with each other
Ana: and fighting over literally NOTHING??
Soldier: …uh
Reaper: look
Reaper: I’m not very good at being emotionally honest with myself
Reaper: much less anyone else
Soldier: lol same tho
Ana: …
Ana: I’m going back into hiding.
Widowmaker: can I come with you this time?
Ana: yeah. Screw it. I don’t care anymore.

And that is your Reaper76 reunion fic, everyone.

You know, I just really love it when a couple sleeps together?? Like without handsy moments, just pure fluff and all??

cr:  Jikook Squad on Twitter


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Summoner/Ike C-S Support

Written by  taguel-inigo


[y/n]: What to do? What to do…? The east or the west?

Ike: [y/n].

[y/n]: Gahh! Ike! Speak up next time. You scared me.

Ike: I did speak up. You were too absorbed in your work to realize.

[y/n]: I can’t say you’re wrong… Sorry about that. I’ll do my best to pay more attention in the future. What can I do for you?

Ike: Soren told me you were having a rough time. I came to see if you were doing alright. You’re our head tactician, so if you exhaust yourself we’ll be down a man.

[y/n]: That’s… sweet of you, Ike. But I’ll be fine.

Ike: Soren also said you were “stubbornly refusing to take a rest”. His words, not mine. I know how crabby he can get, but he knows what he’s talking about. You’ve been kind enough to lead the army even though your world has been untouched by the war. Letting you rest is the least we can do.

[y/n]: It’s not that simple. I mean–I appreciate your concern. But two of our scouts have sent in conflicting reports. Sending a reply to them by mail would take too long. I need to send two soldiers to each scout to see who is right. And that means our numbers will lessen even more.

Ike: Did Soren tell you to send the troops he thinks are most expendable?

[y/n]: Yes. And I can’t stand that method of thinking. War isn’t ever without death, but even our ‘expendable’ soldiers can grow and become stronger.

Ike: I can go, then.

[y/n]: Absolutely not. You’re not weak and you’re not expendable. We need you here in case we get attacked. There is no guarantee if the enemy knows where our headquarters is.

Ike: You have both Xander and Frederick stationed here, at the moment. Not to mention the other mages who can hold their own. I assure you, I’ll be fine.

[y/n]: Even if I keep saying ‘no’, you’ll definitely just go on your own. Right?

Ike: …

[y/n]: You’re cleared to go, then. Just take a few soldiers with you. Include a cleric in your group. If you die, I won’t forgive you.

Ike: I’ll come back safe and sound, [y/n].

[y/n and Ike have reached support rank C.]


[y/n]: Ike, are you in here?

Ike: Yep. Safe and sound, [y/n].

[y/n]: It pains me to admit I was wrong–

Ike: I’m well aware. You and Soren are very alike, in that way.

[y/n]: Don’t make me regret what I’m about to say! …I guess I underestimated you, Ike. That was wrong of me. I’m glad that you’re back, safe and sound.

Ike: I’m glad to be back, and still alive. But, I’ve been thinking over our conversation from the other day. You need to be less hesitant with deploying our forces.

[y/n]: I… I’m listening.

Ike: Thank you.

[y/n]: …

Ike: …

[y/n]: … Get on with it.

Ike: Sorry. I’m not used to you taking advice from others. It’s exactly how I said, though. You’re not a seasoned strategist like Soren or Robin. You’ve been learning from them, but don’t forget that I’ve also lead an army. You can’t be afraid to use the resources that you have. Every soldier here was summoned, yes, but they joined our cause willingly. You can’t keep everyone safe.

[y/n]: I wish I could… You’re right. I know you are. But I can’t stand the idea of losing any of the friends I’ve made here. Even the soldiers I don’t know well have friends and family back at home.

Ike: Being a leader is a heavy burden [y/n]. I don’t envy you. I’m here if you ever need advice. Or someone to talk to.

[y/n]: You’re a good listener, Ike. Thank you.

[y/n and Ike have reached support rank B.]


[y/n]: …Ike?

Ike: You actually came.

[y/n]: Of course I did! I may be stubborn, but I’m not stupidly bullheaded. Geez-just when I work up the courage to actually come talk to you, you have to go take the wind out of my sails–

Ike: [y/n]. Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.

[y/n]: …Yeah. I should have known that. You aren’t a mean person. I just wanted to ask you about something. Y’know, involving the whole army leading thing. There’s been something on my mind, and it’s been bugging me nonstop.

Ike: I’m all ears, [y/n].

[y/n]: I’ve made so many friends here. I really care for each and every one of them. But I’m leading them into battles, Ike. Every time I sit down at my desk, I’m taking their lives in my hands. This is war. There’s going to be a time where someone doesn’t come back, a time where it’s my fault because I slipped up. I’m going to cause someone to lose their life, and the thought of it just makes me want to push everyone else away–

Ike: [y/n]–

[y/n]: Everyone here looks out for each other during battle. We have lot of strong fighters. But no one is invincible. There’s going to be a misstep that causes someone to lose their life. It’s going to devastated everyone around them. It’s going to hurt, and what if I can’t come back from it–?

Ike: [y/n].

[y/n]: *Wheeze* …

Ike: Better?

[y/n]: Yeah–but your arms are really tight around me and I’m losing air.

Ike: Sorry.

[y/n]: No! It’s fine. It helped. I liked it?

Ike: I’m glad. About everything you said… I don’t know if I have an answer for it, yet. Give me a few days, alright?

[y/n and Ike have reached support rank A.]


Ike: [y/n], you here? I have an answer for you.

[y/n]: I’m here! Good morning, Ike.

Ike: You’re always at your desk, huh?

[y/n]: Only when I have to be! Which is a lot. You should come see me in the sparring fields when you get the chance.

Ike: Believe me, I will. As for your problem… it’s unreasonable to expect everything to end perfectly. You’re never going be able to control the outcome of every battle. That’s something you need to accept. While you are the one who’s giving out the commands, everyone has a duty to keep their wits about them during a fight. While tacticians are capable of making mistakes, not every mistake made by someone under their command is their fault.

[y/n]: …

Ike: You can’t control everything that happens in your life. But you shouldn’t let that stand in the way of you truly living. You’re sharp, compassionate, and you’re willing to do anything to further our cause. But sometimes your compassion gets in the way of your effectiveness as a strategist. You just have a lot to learn.

[y/n]: …It really hurts to think that someone could die because of me. But I guess pushing everyone away wouldn’t really help, huh?

Ike: You can’t avoid making mistakes. But you can learn from them.

[y/n]: Yeah, you’re right. As much as it pains me to admit it. I can’t save everyone. That’s just my burden, huh?

Ike: It is. Just because it’s your burden doesn’t mean others can’t help you shoulder it, [y/n]. You should let others help you more often.

[y/n]: I get that–but everyone is always so busy–

Ike: I’m right here, [y/n]. I’m at your beck and call, just like everyone else here. Even so… I can’t help but want more than that.

[y/n]: Ike, what’re you saying…? Just spit it out.

Ike: I’ve fallen in love with you. You’re kind and passionate about everything you do. You help others no matter what, even those who have wronged you in the past. Even your stubbornness is cute–

[y/n]: That’s enough! I’ve–I’ve heard enough, Ike.

Ike: Why are you covering your face like that? Aren’t you the one who wanted me to ‘spit it out’?

[y/n]: I thought I was prepared, but I wasn’t! I really do like you and maybe the reason I was hesitant to let you go meet the scout was because I didn’twanttoloseyou–

Ike: You won’t lose me .I think you’d have an aneurysm if I go anywhere anytime soon, so I’ll be staying right here.

[y/n]: It’s really reassuring to hear you say that. Even the aneurysm part. I just want you to stay alive. Just-just don’t go running off on your own again, okay? I love you.

[y/n and Ike have reached support rank S.]

Confession Quote:

Ike: I hardly thought I would be saying this to anyone during the middle of a war. But here goes, I love you. Don’t ever think you’d be better off alone. Wherever you go, I’ll be at your side.

Drabbling drabbles that drabble. Based on OTP questions I found when I was bored, thought I’d share them, hope you like it… *hides under the bed*

Unbeta’d AF.

Who usually has nightmares?

Betty wakes up in her college room, looking for the source of whatever it is that woke her. After a second, her phone vibrates again and she picks it up, instantly more alert as she reads the name of the caller.

“Jug, hey… are you okay?” she asks, rubbing her eyes,  as soon as the video call connects showing a rather disheveled Jughead on the screen. His hair is sticking in different directions like it does when he passes his hand through it several times­.

“Yes… I’m sorry I woke you up, Betts.” Jughead says, sighing, not looking at her directly. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“I don’t mind, dummy.” She tells him, wishing she could brush her fingers through his hair herself. “Did you… did you have a nightmare?”

Jughead stares at his screen with his lips pursed, looking at her face and pang of longing rushes through him. “Yeah.” He answers, voice suddenly hoarse, and he rubs his eyes. “Shit, I feel like an asshole having a nightmare, calling you, waking you up in the middle of the night when you’re tired. You’ve been busting your ass working and I’m an idiot calling at 2 am,  I’m-”

“Hey, hey” She interrupts his agitated rant. Jughead is breathing hard on the screen.  “None of that. I don’t mind, you know that, Jug. I always have time for you… I’m glad you called me, do you wanna talk about your nightmare?”

He sighs again, his bottom lip jutting out in a slight pout as he collapses onto his bed. “Not really.“ he mumbles. “The details are fuzzy but… I remember you were the one who turned up dead instead of Jason, my dad standing over you with a gun…” his voice drops on that last sentence, only barely above a whisper.

“Oh, Juggie…” the mention of their teenage years making her stomach flip a little.

“It felt so real… that’s why I called you, I wanted to hear your voice.” His cracks a little as he speaks. He moves to lay on his side, looking at her. “I miss you, I wish you were right here with me, stealing the covers.”

Her chest tightens as she chuckles at his words. She feels his absence like a phantom limb sometimes, a part of her that should be there but isn’t. Betty thinks of his (their, a voice in her head provides) appartment in New York, their save haven and the strong sense of longing makes her close her eyes for a second. She misses life next to him, the domesticity they had so carefully built.

“I miss you too, Jug. Every day.” she tells him with a sad smile. “But that was just a dream, I’m still here and I’m okay… scout’s honor.”

“You were never a scout, Betty, though I do appreciate the sentiment.” Jughead says, smiling softly.

“Just two more weeks, okay? Then I’ll be home…” she tells him, not knowing who she’s really trying to comfort.


“And, Juggie?” Betty starts. “Don’t ever hesitate to call me or feel bad about it.”

Jughead’s face softens when she says it, his throat bobbing.

“Scout’s honor.” He says, smiling at her chuckle. “I love you, Betty.” His voice is as intense as his eyes.

“I love you too, Jughead.”

Who asks who out on the first date?

Jughead hangs up the phone in a haze.  As he talked with Jellybean she, bless her beautiful soul, had asked a question that had knocked him off his feet.

“So, where you did you go for your first date?”

Logically, he knew he might be overreacting but logic was somewhere else right now, leaving him with a thousand awful thoughts and questions. Sure, they’ve been busy with the whole solving-a-murder-and-getting-Polly-back thing but this felt like something he should’ve notice.

He still remembers the quiet dreams he had to himself once he realized how fast his heart beat was around her. The dinners, the movie dates, the sleepy smiles and lazy cuddles on a sunday… and even deeper within the darkest lands of his heart, the white picket fence, the same green eyes every day of his life and a ring that once there, would never be removed.

Shaking his head, he removes himself from his mind and back into the present.

The Blue and gold offices are quiet. Most of the school is already home as Jughead and Betty type away on their laptops. Well, at least Betty was. Jughead himself was pretending to work as he furtively looked at the blonde on the desk at his right, trying to decide what to do or say. The irony of a wanna-be writer being speechless was not lost on him, but hey… everyone had bad days.

“What?” Betty says, frowning slightly at him.

“What?” Jughead replies intelligently, still a bit lost in his thoughts.

“You were looking at me funny… why were you looking at me funny?” she asks, leaving the pen and folding her arms across her chest, leaning them on the desk.

“I wasn’t looking at you funny.” Jughead tells her. “I was thinking.”

“What about?” Betty continues, getting up and starting to walk in his direction.

“You?” it sounds like a question as she finally reaches his desk, leaning her hip against it looking down at him.

Betty’s expression softens a little.The sun is hitting her just right and green eyes shine like two beacons, her hair turning almost gold in the light. She’s beautiful. She’s so beautiful he feels his throat close a little, making it difficult to breathe.

“Will you go out with me?” He blurts, the words escaping before he can stop them. Jughead feels his eyes widen and makes a choked off noise.

“I mean…” Betty’s frown is deep. She takes a step forward before sitting in Jughead’s lap, looking directly at him. “Correct me if I’m wrong but… I thought we already were.” She says, the smallest of smiles on her face now. Jughead chuckles nervously. What the hell was wrong with him?

“No… I mean, yes. I meant going out on a date with me.” he replies, boldly snaking his arm around her waist. “I’ve noticed we still haven’t been to one and I’d like to take you.”

“Oh…” Betty says, eyebrows rising and smile growing. “Of course! I’d love to.” She puts her hand on his cheek, softly caressing it with her thumb. “What did you have that face, then? You looked preoccupied.”

“Not preoccupied… just thoughtful.” He says, leaning into her touch and kissing her palm softly.

Betty pulls him closer, her arms around his neck as she rests her cheek on the top of his head. Jughead relishes on the closeness, closing his eyes hoping his heart doesn’t burst out of his chest. These are his favorite moments with her, when the world seems to stop just for them.

They share the silent for a few minutes until he speaks.

“I was thinking I’m scared. I’m very invested in… whatever you wanna call this.” Jughead’s voice is only barely above a whisper but she hears him nonetheless.

Betty pulls away from him enough to look at him in the eye. “I’m just as invested as you are, Juggie. I want this to work. I honestly didn’t think about the dates thing because to me it doesn’t matter as long as I get to spend time with you… be it pursuing clues or on an official date.” Her smile is bright, eyes piercing. “I do like the B word, though… it fits.” she says, suddenly shy.

Jughead can’t resist it anymore so he leans forward, brushing his lips against her in a gentle kiss, trying to convey all he’s feeling through that contact. The kiss turns feverish for a second before softening again, leaving them breathing mouths inches apart.

“An impromptu trip to Pop’s sounds amazing right now. Just the two of us… what do you say?” Betty asks him, bumping her nose with his.

Jughead grins at her, borderline wicked.

“It’s a date.”