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Jughead & Reader: Tribulations

Summary: Frustrated that your best friend Jughead stood you up to be with Betty again, you decided to tell him how you really feel. But then he surprised you with something completely unexpected.

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Listen to: Save Me - Muse


The sound of the clock ticking away the seconds agitated you to a point of irrationality. Everyone at the surrounding booths were talking to their friends, significant others, or family members. They talked about the weather, the Riverdale football game tomorrow night, and the new special Pop created on his newly made neon sign out front. You, however, were sitting alone, talking to no one while staring at the clock that mocked your patience. 

It was 7:16. Jughead was supposed to meet you at 6:30 to have dinner before heading to the new bookstore that opened just outside of town. The two of you planned to rummage their gently used bins to find the pieces missing in your classics collections. However, it seemed that you would either have to tough it out and go alone or not go at all. 

With a huff of annoyance, you grabbed your coat from the inside of the booth and put it on, checking around the diner once more to make sure he didn’t just walk in. When the faces around were unfamiliar to you, you paid your bill then set off. The frustration you felt was unbearable. 

“Hey!” A voice called from the street. You lifted your head and saw Archie walking towards you with Veronica by his side. “What’s up? Did you already have dinner?”

You shoved your hands in your pockets to shield your exposed skin from the winter chill. “I’m just leaving,” you said. 

Veronica looked at you with a confused expression. “I thought you and Jughead were meeting here for dinner tonight. Isn’t that what you told me?” 

Archie looked at her, shaking his head. “I just saw Betty and Jug at her place a few minutes ago.”

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Twist of Fate (Pt 2)

Hey guys! Part 2 is finally here after days of procrastination and exams! I quite like the direction of the plot so far. It’s something I’ve never seen before which is nice. Hope you all enjoy!

Part 1 : Here


               Betty finally spoke out, praying for the moment to finally be over. Jughead’s face flushed red as he remembered she didn’t know her way around.

               "Sorry, sorry. Um, yeah it’s right through here.“ The beanie-clad boy stumbled over his words, eventually managing to form a coherent sentence. He looked over at his new roommate and noticed her eyes shining in amusement. They were walking past the open lounge area and into a hallway that consisted of 3 doors. One, that Betty assumed held residency of Jughead, had a large poster on the outside of "A Rebel Without a Cause”. Betty stopped, entranced by the poster.

               "You like “A Rebel Without a Cause”?“ She asked, studying the poster more thoroughly. It wasn’t a promotional poster, it looked like it was made for some place called the Twilight Drive-In. Betty had heard of that place, it was in the next town over called Greendale. She often went there and put in some suggestions but soon heard it got closed down due to lack of funding.

               "Yeah, I’m a sucker for the classics. Don’t get me wrong, Nicholas Ray did a great job. But I’m more of a Tarantino guy myself. I don’t know what is it but I find something so intoxicatingly beautiful about his work. It’s always a masterpiece, you can tell this guy loves what he does. I don’t know, I guess I just respect that. True art forms.” Jughead babbles on whilst Betty listened, intrigued by the topic. He was shocked that she hadn’t even looked the least bit bored. He’d never gotten this far before without either being told to shut up or boring people half to death.

               "I fully agree! As a kid I used to love “Pulp Fiction” but lately I’ve been more about the “Kill Bill” series. And although Tarantino is possibly the best director in this generation, I’ll always have a soft spot for Ray. I wish I could’ve lived in the 50s.“ Betty responds with enthusiasm and actual knowledge. Jughead is shocked. He can’t help but crack out a goofy grin, maybe this roommate wouldn’t be so unbearable. Although, nothing could be worse than Archie Andrews. "Also, is this from the Twilight Drive-In?” Betty thought it was a long shot but she had to ask, it was all too familiar.

               "Yeah, how did you know that?“ He quipped, wondering how on earth she knew the place he’d spent his entire childhood. Jughead was very defensive over his childhood. It was filled with a lot of heartbreak, betrayal and distrust. He was born into a house that lacked solidarity. His father was a raging alcoholic; his mother was a selfish, egotistical maniac that shouldn’t have been graced with the ability to reproduce. His sister was the only stability that Jughead could grasp on to. Jellybean was the only thing that he stuck around for.

               The drive-in was an important part of his childhood. He would sneak himself and JB through the back and into the crowd, just to spend at least an hour or two away from their parents. Jellybean never got enough sleep, neither did Jughead. The arguing, the smashing of fragile objects, the crying. Sometimes it got too much. His dad would come home one night, reeking of cheap booze and cigarette smoke, and then his mother would snap.

               The drive-in offered clarity and escape for the two children. Though it was short lived when social services caught the bruises on Jughead and the burns on JB. Nothing was said but the police knew what had been happening. The Jones name had a reputation in the town of Greendale. The family with the town drunk, the selfish bitch, the outcast boy and the sweet little girl. It wasn’t longer before both kids were put into the social system and separated.

               How he got the poster was another story. One he isn’t quite proud of but it needed to happen. When his 3rd foster family had refused to shelter him any further, he ran away. Jughead went back to Greendale. He didn’t know what he was expecting, he had been gone for 6 years and as a 16 year old he didn’t exactly look the same. He tried finding his parents and instead found a sight that broke his heart.

               At the drive-in, Jughead saw his father’s old truck. He aimlessly walked over, expecting to see him passed out in the back. But instead he saw his father who looked cleaned up and sober, his mother who was smiling, cuddled next to her husband. But the sight that broke his heart the most, Jellybean wrapped up in both of their arms, looking like a completely different kid.

               Jughead didn’t bother staying to watch the movie. Not even "A Rebel Without a Cause” could make him stay. He had been cheated, rejected and most importantly, he had been broken. Even his own family can’t stand to have him around. Ripping a poster from the wall, he made his way to a destination he was uncertain of. With hot tears stinging the frozen skin of his face, he wondered why no one had the capability to love him.

               "I used to go there all of the time as a teenager. I loved it there.“ Betty gushed, not turning to look at Jughead but instead focusing her attention on the poster. It’s not like Jughead kept it up there to torture himself, it was a powerful reminder that the past is the past . And although it may be painful, it helped us to get where we are now. Betty turned around to the door opposite Jughead’s, noticing the bright yellow post-it note on the door saying "Betty Cooper’s Room”. The handwriting was messy but Betty found it charming.

               "Ah, yeah. That’s your room. The room down the hall, just there, is my office.“ Jughead pushed open Betty’s door and helped her to carry her stuff inside. The room was moderately large. It was about the size of Betty’s room back home, maybe a tad larger. The walls were neatly painted a pastel green that looked almost white. It was furnished with all the necessities; a bed, a walk in wardrobe, a desk and a tall lamp tucked away in the corner. She seemed to have her own bathroom as well. A low set window sill was parallel to her bed, it was very wide. Betty already had ideas of all the aesthetic Instagram photos she could take. The view was incredible.

               "This room is beautiful. Are you sure the rent is high enough?” Betty stared, doe-eyed. Jughead didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t tell the truth, not yet. Instead he merely shrugged, offering her a boyish smirk. “That’s not exactly an answer Mr…” Betty trailed off, suddenly realizing she didn’t even know her own roommates last name. Then again, they had only met 10 minutes ago.

               "Jones. It’s Mr. Jones.“ Jughead offered, still smirking at the blonde haired girl stood in front of him. He looked down at his watch, noticing the time. "Well, I better leave you to unpack and get settled. It around 4 now so when do you want dinner?” He asked, opening the door wider to step through. Betty nodded, quickly throwing her backpack onto the ground before beaming up to him.

               "You cook?“ She asked, amusement evident on her features. At first, Jughead wanted to reply saying that he was forced to learn due to his prior parents being a waste of space. Instead he settled with a wink.

               "I can do a lot Cooper. Eating food is a huge hobby of mine.” He threw back, chuckling slightly. Betty returned with a small giggle and unzipped her suitcase, pulling out items of clothing and packing them into the wardrobe. She seemed to have a lot of clothes, this reminded him of Veronica almost instantly.

               "I’m a good cook too. How about I start packing now and come help you at around 6? It can be a roommate bonding session.“ Betty joked, disappearing and reappearing whilst putting her stuff away in various locations. He statement make Jughead’s heart swell. He didn’t know this girl but she seemed nice enough. He truly did believe they were going to get on just fine. Maybe he could add another member to the Scooby gang. Which, at the moment, only consisted of him, Archie and Veronica.

               "Sure, Cooper.” Betty poked her tongue out playfully at his remark, watching him pace out of the room. She continued packing but at a faster rate this time. A huge part of her couldn’t wait for 6 o'clock. Jughead walked into the lounge and threw himself onto the couch next to Archie, who was playing Fallout 4 on the 65" flat screen Jughead got gifted last year.

               "How’s the new roommate? Lasting well without me and Ronnie?“ Archie’s eyes were glued to the screen but Jughead could tell he was teasing. Slapping his arm softly, he was about to reply when the front door swung open. Stood in a navy blue dress, obviously accompanied with pearls, was the raven-haired princess Jughead learned to love. She had a huge grin spread across her deep red lips, her eyebrows raised in anticipation. Speak of the Devil and she shall appear.

               "Where’s this new roommate I’ve heard so much about, Juggiekins?” She too teased, coming over to embrace him in a hug, placing a firm kiss on his cheek. Instinctively, he wiped his cheek which only making Veronica smirk. Betty heard someone come in and decided to check out who it was. Little did she know what kind of surprise would be hitting her.

               As soon as she walked into the room and saw Veronica, her heart stopped beating. God seems to have graced Betty with one of the greatest gifts she could’ve asked for. It seemed almost too good to be true at this point. When Veronica spun around the meet Betty’s gaze, her jaw fell. Her lips were parted and both girls stood in shock. Jughead and Archie sat, confused at what was happening.

               "Ronnie?“ Betty beamed hopefully. The next few seconds were a blur, The girls ran towards each other at full force, knocking them both onto the ground. They were hugging whilst loudly crying and muffling incoherent words. Jughead was beyond confused by now. How did they know each other? After what felt like forever, the girls separated. Both were crying yet smiling so happily.

               "I can’t believe you’re here. This is so crazy!” Ronnie cried out, pulled Betty into another hug. Archie was about to speak up until Ronnie pulled back again. “Boys, this is my long-time internet friend, Betty Cooper. We lost touch sometime last year but, oh god am I glad to see you.” Veronica explained. “We have so much to catch up on, come on!” In an instant both girls were at their feet, running into Betty’s room and closing the door.

               "Wait. I’m confused. So your new roommate is best friends with your sister?“ Archie whispered quietly, not wanting the girls to hear. Jughead was still in a state of shock. How had he never known about Veronica knowing Betty? At dinner he’d always heard her babble on about this friend she had but he never listened. Now he’s starting to wish he did.

               "Don’t ask me pal, we’re in the same boat.” He spoke out, still bewildered. How is it that the girl he chooses out of 50 other applicants, just happens to be his sister’s best friend? That’s not a coincidence, that’s the work of the lord above.

               Jughead didn’t want Betty to know that Veronica was his family. It’d bring up too much personal family stuff for their friendship at the moment. In time, he wants to share everything about himself. Who he really is, his job, his family, his aspirations. But right now, the story was far too complicated and Jughead was in no frame of mine to give that out.

               He reminisced about the past. The heartbreak after the drive in, the weeks alone in the cold, Hiram Lodge spotting him sleeping behind a dumpster in Brooklyn. He was on the brink of death but the Lodge’s took him in, treated him like a son. They fed him, built up his strength and gave him a warm place to sleep. Jughead was forever in their favor. It wasn’t long before the adoption occurred and Jughead was officially Forsythe Jones-Lodge. Though he preferred to go by Jones. He may hate his family but Jones is more fitting for such an obscure name.

               "Maybe it won’t be so bad. Betty doesn’t seem like the type to judge. Just tell her about the past and tell her about the Blue and Gold. Stop building up walls and refusing to knock them down.“ His red headed friend squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. Jughead couldn’t though. The sad look in Archie’s eye only proved that Arch didn’t believe he could either. It takes time to trust. Even if he feels like Betty will be different, he didn’t want her to be his reckoning.


I hope you all enjoyed this part 2! It’s slightly longer but not as long as I’d like it to be! After I get my exams out of the way I’ll be able to write more! These two weeks cannot come fast enough. As always, feedback is very much appreciated and it warmed my heart to see how many of you loved part 1! There’s gonna be a lot more!

((Subtle plug but my asks are open too if anyone wants to send in prompts for a one shot or just generally wants to talk! I don’t bite ;P))


**PART 3 : here **

justalurkr replied to your post “It’s funny, I was just re-reading Son of Man because of the updated…”

(blink) Reservoir Dogs helps with Thief of Time? I recall listening to that one and wondering what the fuss was about! Food for thought.

marmotsomsierost replied to your post

wait what thief of time is reservoir dogs-y? i feel like i’ve missed something.

rijomu replied to your post 

I’ve seen Reservoir Dogs, once, years ago. Didn’t make a lasting impression. I love LOVE Thief of Time, never occurred to me that they’d have anything in common. Weird.

I don’t know the specifics; possibly I misread something. The Auditors named for the various colors apparently maps to people named after colors in Reservoir Dogs? I’ve never seen it because Quentin Tarantino is a boring asshole and I find his movies unwatchable, so maybe that’s the extent of the link? 

I just assumed that it correlated somehow and the correlation was why I struggled so much to even understand what the hell was going on in Thief of Time. (Thief of Time is up there with Monstrous Regiment for me in terms of “Well, even Pterry has off days now and again.”)

fira211 replied to your post “mxmachina replied to your post “I cleaned out my “drafts” file on…”

You’ve inspired me to start sorting out my drafts. It’s a process XD. Went from 650 to 200 though!

I bet your queue is looking AWESOME right now! :D 

ameliahcrowley replied to your link “For at least the 4th time in a month, turkey slams into windshield in…”

Someone somewhere posted about reflective surfaces and Why You May Be A Sexy Turkey. I believe this might be relevant to this case, if I can find it.

It seems I did not reblog the Sexy Turkey Post and so cannot find it. Sorry.

Well, I recall the post you’re thinking of, but I think probably “reflective surface” stops applying when the surface in question is going 55 miles an hour. I think probably it’s just…turkeys are moving around a lot this time of year and have not learned good road safety. :D 

justalurkr replied to your post “You being a mediocre runner and lifter in public is incredibly…”

I do not run, did not even before the leg fracture incident of ‘16, and do not intend to start. My recently discovered purpose in life is to make all the 14 minute milers feel like Captain America as they lap my 22 minute mile bee-hind.

And we who are about to die from a stitch in our side thank you. :D 

Fireworks (Chris Evans x Reader)

Originally posted by forchrisevans

Prompt: Kicking someone is not a form of romance with Chris?

Can you do a Chris proposal one? Preferably in a big city on top of a big building with fireworks after the reader says yes 😉

A/N: I had writers block. Then someone sent this my way and y’all know how much I like writing cute proposals. Chris does strike me as the kind of person who low-key adores romantic comedies. He’s been in enough. Also if you don’t know who Richard Curtis is- I demand you watch his films. I have shed lots of tears because of him.

Thank you to the anons who requested this! 

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All Yours

Originally posted by clubeskimo

Halloween was, without a doubt, your favorite holiday. You absolutely loved the dressing up, the candy, the movies, the decorations; there were so many things to do and so many people to scare. You were one of those people who planned their costumes a year in advance. On November first every year, you’d cross another character off your Halloween list and set to work choosing the next.

It was just who you were.

However, you’d never dealt with having a partner who was just as excited about the holiday as you. Hyunjung was the first person you’d dated that even partially cared about Halloween. And as much as she cared about the holiday, she also cared that the two of you had matching costumes.

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Modus Operandi is about making mistakes, in circumstances where mistakes are often not forgiven.

1. What’s the main inspiration behind your latest project?
Tish: I did longform narrative (novel-style) text-based roleplay for about 15 years. The characters and world I built are the bulk of Modus Operandi’s source material, but that only goes so far.

Leah: I like solid characterization that isn’t outright manipulative. Tish had that.

2. Is there an aspect of your process that you particularly enjoy?
Tish: I like talking to Leah about what we’re going to do. That feeling you get when you suddenly resolve a plot issue that’s been tough to move past, is great. I also like drawing/painting the more abstract or emotive sequences in MO. On the whole, though, the process - particularly on the drawing end - is hard. It’s really hard for me. I rely on a lot of people for emotional and moral support.

Leah: Mapping/time-lining. Problem-solving. Breaking story with Tish. Also being able to tune out distractions and start working in these nice productive chunks where I can start building upon the skeleton with the muscle and sinew and fat and fur to make a great script.  

3. What drives your interest in making comics over other mediums?
Tish: Accessibility and familiarity. The likelihood that I could get people to read MO in novel format is slim, even if it might be easier to make. I’ve always turned to comics when I wanted others to read my fiction. Besides that, it’s not like I would be able to get it turned into a TV show. Comics are the best fit for our skillsets, and as things stand, our ability to reach an audience. The downside of the medium is that MO is paced a lot more like a novel or TV drama like Breaking Bad than many comics, so the production rate might negatively affect the reader’s perception of pacing. I’d like to eventually update twice a week, but that seems far off.

Leah: I don’t feel particularly interested in one medium over another. I like all of it. I just need to make shit or I will die.

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cintialara  asked:

Did you know some site or something were i can find the history about each song? Like what inspired them to write about it?

they haven’t actually said the exact history about every song, but here are the inspirations behind some that they have commented on:

Robbers: “Robbers’ is a love song, it was originally inspired by my love of the Quentin Tarantino film ‘True Romance’, the story of an Elvis obsessed loner who falls in love and marries a prostitute. In the movie the couple run away to California after killing her pimp and stealing his drugs to start a new life financed by a once in a lifetime drug deal. It’s the sentiment behind the film that appeals to me, the hopelessly romantic notion that two people can meet and instantly fall in love, an escape story where love is the highest law and conquers all against the odds. Characters like Bonnie and Clyde always appealed to me as a teenager — couples so intoxicated with one another that they fear nothing in the pursuit of the realization of each other, actions fueled by blind unconditional love.‘Robbers’ is an ode to those relationships. The type of relationship all humans long for. All or nothing.This video is about when love makes two people feel they are the centre of the universe.” -Matty

Settle Down: “I used to have a reoccurring dream when I was younger. The narrative was loosely based, but the setting was always the surrounding areas of where my parents grew up. I think I was slightly obsessed with how certain, bleak areas of Northern England contained my history and the soul of my family, my psyche - I always felt connected and disconnected at the same time. Metaphorically and physically I would visit these places frequently as a youngster and in turn have used them as the setting to a lot of the stories in The 1975 - the North East was the visual setting to my formative years.I suppose, like any narrative, the meaning and the connotations within the story are subjective. I’ve always been quite fascinated with the potency of same sex relationships, plutonic or otherwise. I was brought up in a very open minded environment, somewhere I felt that, whoever I was, I would be accepted. With this understanding I was also very aware of others, school friends, acquaintances - whom, due to where we lived, probably didn’t have such a comfortable place to grow up, we were unaffected and affected by taboos and the small minded at the same time.  I’ve dreamt the story of these two boys on countless occasions - every time drawing a different conclusion on its meaning.With ‘Settle Down’ I wanted to make a story about the extension of that dream, a video that explores love, a video that was as fantastical, consuming and limitless as the love we all chase and desire. Love as I have always imagined…” -Matty

Me: “The idea for ‘don’t you mind’ came quite naturally. I was in the process of writing this song and I found myself listening to that 10cc record ‘I’m not in love’. In that song the words ‘I’m not in love’ are used so frequently; as such a statement, that by the last chorus you think ‘….this guy is really in love’. I think ‘Me’, as a song, it’s all about guilt and my understanding that my actions have had quite serious consequences.” -Matty

102: “This song is about a girl friend that i had. She was beautiful, absolute beauty. I loved her but she didnt feel the same way. I don’t even think she knew that i loved her. This song is about the times i had with her. As she and i became close friends, we had traditions. It was kinda like our thing, ya know. We’d somehow always coincidentally be out at 1:02am, so that was our thing. So now, whenever I’m up at 1:02am, i think of her and how i let her go.” -Matty

Is There Somebody: “That’s probably one of the more saddening songs for me that I’ve ever written because it’s about me leaving my family essentially—me leaving home—and making sure that there was somebody there to watch my little brother.” -Matty

Sex: ”Matty always refers to it as his like, love letter to teenage romance and indecisiveness and you know everything being such a big deal at that age, when you know… It turns out that it’s actually not.” -George

Medicine: “I won’t delve into what the song is about lyrically because frankly I want to put those ideas to bed; but being provided with the context in which ‘Medicine’ came to be, it allowed the song to become a mausoleum for those ideas captured, diverted, and frozen forever.” -Matty

Woman: ”It’s about a prostitute, but not in a misogynistic or glamorizing way. I was, like, 19, and I met this woman who I didn’t actually have sex with, but she was a prostitute. It was my obsession with the utilization of femininity, and how it has power over everything. Over intellect, over anything that a man hold dear to himself. I think that that song is an ode to how I was very impressed with her as a young man.” -Matty

You: ”This song is about a doomed toxic relationship I was in at about 19. Our whole social group was subject to and almost defined by this insane paring of people who totally resented each other but for some unknown reason stayed together for quite a long time. I really meant that song. I think I’m over it now though; I don’t reckon I would write that song now. I’d maybe be a bit fairer.”-Matty

HNSCC: "My Nana who I was close to died of cancer this year and it was around about that time that the guitarist’s mum got diagnosed with cancer and it felt like it was a big impact, the fact that something you have no control over can really mess with the dynamics of people’s lives. It’s actually a live guitar take. I was playing the guitar plugged in the computer and George was putting it through every plugin you can imagine. He recorded it without telling me so I was in the zone. This was 2am on a Saturday night so we were under the influence. I recorded the guitar take and we listened to it back hammered and we were like ‘this is really pretty man, nah let’s get some sleep’. We woke up the next day and we just spent like half an hour putting little moments of vocals and synth and that was that. I think ‘Music for Cars’ is the most honest record in regards to things like that.” -Matty

theres probably more but thats all i can find right now, hope this helps x