jongin and kyungsoo are not exactly outdoors-y, yet they are excited about their first camping trip together but while packing, kyungsoo saw something in jongin's backpack.
At last, bestfriends Jongin and Kyungsoo are finally going
out for their solo camping trip for the first time in four years they have been
bestfriends. They have planned it a week ago on a whim while they were watching
the classical movie Lord of the Flies
which Kyungsoo suggested for them to see. Since the characters in the movie are
boy scouts stuck in an island, Kyungsoo blurted out about his interest to
experience camping even for once in his monotonous life which Jongin instantly
agreed to do so, and so they planned to make it happen.
Every week, best friends Jongin and Kyungsoo would
alternately visit each other’s houses to watch movies, series, anime, youtube videos, you name it.
There are times they would cook, bake and stuff their stomachs with homemade
food until they are full. They hardly go out to parks, malls, or in any public
place except in the university they both go to. Both of them are coincidentally
house people who doesn’t mingle a lot with other people. This is why they
clicked after getting partnered in P.E for social dance due to the lack of
females in engineering department. Now, they are on their fifth year on the
road to graduation and still, they are inseparable.
That Saturday morning, Kyungsoo is with Jongin in their
house to help pack Jongin’s things as requested.
“Didn’t you do your research on what to bring for a camping? Like flashlight, extra towels, underwear, deodorant–” Kyungsoo
trails off while folding half of the disarrayed clothes in Jongin’s cabinet
Jongin is beside him on the floor, different colors of
shirts, sweaters and chinos were spread around them. He helps Kyungsoo fold his
shirts too, but he’s slower since he’s playing Plants vs. Zombies in his phone
at the same time.
“And of course, don’t forget to bring a hand sanitizer
and mosquito repellant lotion.” Kyungsoo adds and places the neatly folded
shirts arranged by color in the cabinet, but there are still a lot to fold and
Jongin is back on his phone to play.
“Are you even listening to me, Jongin?” Kyungsoo
shakes Jongin’s knee to get his attention. “Do you really want to go on
camping with me or you just want to stay home and finish your game?”
Kyungsoo is not pissed. He only wants another reassurance that his best friend
is still ecstatic just like before in this idea. He doesn’t want to camp with
Jongin if he’s the only one excited on this.
Finally, Jongin steadies his gaze at him after he pauses the
game. His forehead crumples as he responses back, “I am excited. I am,
Kyungsoo, because if I’m not, I would have already told you so.”
“I just want to know if you have changed your
mind,” Kyungsoo says with a roll of his eyes as he goes back to folding.
This time, Jongin puts his phone out of sight and helps Kyungsoo fix his stuff
properly this time.
“You doubt me too much, Soo. But I swear, I do want to
go on camping with you. It’s you who we are talking about here, Soo. I can’t
and I won’t just turn you down.” Seriously, Jongin confesses with a smile and a ruffle on Kyungsoo’s hair which has
Kyungsoo cracking a gleeful smile.
“That’s all I need to know, Jongin. Thank you.”
After almost an hour of organizing Jongin’s clothes,
Kyungsoo is sprawled on Jongin’s sheets with phone in hand, browsing for some
movies to watch.
Consequently, Jongin is already packing things on his own
when he suddenly grumbles and whines, “My things won’t fit in this bag!”
To the rescue, Kyungsoo quickly checks on Jongin by sitting
right next to him on the floor. Indeed, Jongin’s bag doesn’t have much enough
space to occupy all his things.
In scrutiny, Kyungsoo finds the problem and comes up
immediately with the best solution.
“This is the biggest bag I own and I have everything
you told me to bring, but they won’t fit,” Jongin scratches his head then
stretches out his hairy legs before he props himself up with his elbow.
“They’ll fit. You just have to roll your clothes, towel
and blanket so they can fit inside,” Kyungsoo rolls them to save more
space for other things. Jongin is watching in fascination with his mouth agape
as Kyungsoo fits everything inside, except for some essentials.
“Just put the deodorant here at the front
Kyungsoo gives Jongin a mortified look. “What?”
“Let me put the deodorant–”
Kyungsoo pulls the bag closer to him and a smirk forms on
his lips. “Jongin, what are you hiding?”
“Kyungsoo, don’t dare open it.” Jongin threatens
thickly, Adams apple bobbing up and down, it only made Kyungsoo more curious to
what Jongin is hiding at the front of his bag’s pocket.
“Why?” He pouts, daring to be cute and praying for
it to take effect to make Jongin show this thing sitting inside the pocket.
Desperately, Jongin reaches for the bag, but Kyungsoo hides it behind.
“Kyungsoo, please.” Jongin begs, lower lip jutting out,
attempting to be cute, but Kyungsoo won’t give in.
Before Jongin could use his height advantage over him, he
bolts towards the bathroom with the heavy bag, Jongin chasing him behind, but Kyungsoo is too
curious that he doesn’t want to miss this opportunity to check what’s inside
the bag’s pocket.
“Kyungsoo, don’t do this to me–“ The door shuts in front of
Jongin’s face, and Kyungsoo was able to stick his tongue out at him mockingly.
While Kyungsoo is safe inside the bathroom, Jongin raps on
the door eagerly. “Do Kyungsoo, I’m
going to get the key!”
With that being said, Kyungsoo quickly shoves his hand
inside the pocket only to retrieve a small red box.
Without further ado and as his heart pounds faster against
his chest, he opens the box. A simple silver bracelet is inside with a tag
dangling to it that has the engraved name of Jongin.
His lips curl down and an unwanted feeling of jealousy sits
suddenly in his gut.
“I have the keys, Soo.” There clinking sound of keys behind
the door before the knob turns and the door is opened.
Taking a deep breath, Kyungsoo tries to drown the unwanted
feeling of jealousy. He recognizes it and he won’t deny it to himself.
“Fuck, you opened it.” Jongin cusses and Kyungsoo is too
good masking his real emotions as he hides the box behind him and drops the bag
on the bathroom rug.
“So you like someone? And you’re not telling me?”
“Kyungsoo, give that back, please.”
“Who’s the lucky girl?” Kyungsoo lifts up a smirk. “Ah, let
me guess, one of your classmates? Seulgi? Soojung? Namjoo? Or is it Taemin?” He
laughs from the mention of Jongin’s dancer buddy. “Why did I even thought of
“Soo…” Jongin steps forward, Kyungsoo remains on his spot
and stares up at his bestfriend.
“You’re planning to bring someone for our camping trip? So
it’s not just you and me?”
Jongin slaps a hand on his forehead. “Soo, please. It’s not
Teasingly, so it won’t look that obvious that he’s upset, he
tip toes and whispers to Jongin, “So who?” He tries his best to make it look
like he’s playful.
When Jongin cranes his neck to the left, their faces are an
Two seconds passed.
One second passed.
One, two, three, nine, ten beats, his heart makes.
Kyungsoo plants his feet back on the floor and laughs. He
grabs Jongin’s hands and places the box on his bestfriend’s calloused hand
before playfully shoving Jongin’s shoulder. “You should tell me who is the
lucky person you like.”
Steadily, Jongin stares at him only.
“You really won’t tell me?” Kyungsoo pokes Jongin’s bicep
and pouts. “That’s sad, because you won’t tell.”
More laughter comes out from Kyungsoo’s lips. Bitter
But not until, Jongin grabs his right wrist that rendered
Kyungsoo surprised while Jongin carefully drapes the bracelet around his right wrist.
“What are you doing, Jongin?!”
Silence is what he receives.
“Jongin–“ The bracelet is perfectly locked around his fair
wrist. The metal, cold to his skin.
“You ruined the plan,” Jongin shoves his hands in his
pockets and breathes. “It’s for you, silly. I don’t like anyone…” he clears his
throat and turns away. “…but you.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“Yah, if you still won’t believe me, I’m going to kiss you
now! Aish.” Jongin rolls his eyes. “The plan is to give that bracelet to you
while we’re stargazing and talking shit about life then kiss you afterwards.
Now, it’s mission failed.”
“Okay…” he still can’t digest it, but his heart feels like
Jongin just fucking confessed–his crush for over a year
now, his bestfriend.
“Do you believe me now?” Gently, Jongin mumbles. There goes Jongin’s soft, loving gaze again.
With a newfound energy and surge of confidence, Kyungsoo
blurts out, “Fucking mission failed, just fucking kiss me, Kim Jongin!”
Buckle up boys and girls. My buddy and I just experienced some
grade-A Creepyshit while on a trip to Red Rocks in Colorado. I write a
lot of things down anyway and so I figured I might as well post the
story here and see what you guys think.
So who here has used AirBnB? raises hand. I think I’ve used it no less than twenty times. All great experiences up until this point, seriously.
I saw a post a few weeks ago about how Shiro might have heard Lance gushing about the team to the yupper over the comm and I was just thinking that if he did hear him, maybe Shiro might have told Keith what Lance said about him and about how cool he was and Keith really takes it to heart and so on a future mission Keith might be talking to an alien about the team in earshot of Lance and saying like “and Lance is our sharpshooter. He’s an expert marksman. He’s smart and brave…” And they catch each other’s eyes and Lance is beaming and Keith continues “he’s pretty awesome.”
We’re like the Avengers — you call us over miles and we’ll just arrive on time. I saw Niall [Horan] a few weeks ago when I played a show with him in a horse corral, and then I saw Harry [Styles] not in a horse corral.
Oikawa is actually a very safe driver. Look, he’s even using turn signals… sort of.
Full disclosure: I saw this star wars fanart a week and a half ago and thought “So cute!! I want to draw something like that, but with an HQ team.” Then I put that thought away until I made this piece this weekend… And upon review discovered I unintentionally copied even the same vehicle… so… full credit for the idea to OP. I just wanted to draw something summery with the seijoh kiddos for a new desktop wallpaper/header img ;;;
TL;DR: An artist traced (!) my cosplay photo without permission, gave me
zero credits, sold the prints at a con and denied she’s ever seen my
First, both of us, the cosplayer and the photographer,
want to say that it would never have come to this if the artist would
have immediately apologized to us in person, instead of being extremely
rude to us and letting things escalate. A simple sorry and taking down
the prints would’ve sufficed.
In the beginning of January, being
hyped with the new SU episodes, I immediately fell in love with Blue
Diamond and cosplayed her. Two months ago, a friend let me know that an
artist she saw drew a fanart based on my photo. I was extremely
flattered and happy, but also kinda sad the artist gave me zero credits.
Us cosplayers and photographers work really hard to get a nice result,
and everyone is happy when their photo serves as an inspiration for
another artwork. I wrote a letter to her stating that I love her art,
but I’d like her to credit me as a source of inspiration (adding the
For two months, there was silence. I tried it again a few weeks ago, but again, no response. Okay, what can you do…
weekend we had a big con in Germany with a huge artist alley and both
of us, the photographer and the cosplayer, attended. Suddenly, a friend
came to us and said that there’s a girl selling this exact drawing. We
were puzzled and decided to go to her booth and look at it ourselves.
I wonder if phil’s mum is the type of mum who jokingly favours the partner, like for example maybe she gave dan extra dessert and when phil was playfully offended she squeezed dan’s shoulders and said “ohhh he had a rough little trip, he deserves it!” and phil was like “that was a week ago!” and she said “alright you caught me it’s the dimple, how can you deny someone this cute of anything?” and pinched his cheek, and dan was like “yeah phil, how can you deny me of anything?” and phil just rolled his eyes bc he CAN’T
Bruce @jtodd: Bruce Wayne could stand to lose a few pounds and stop eating his kids cookies
@tdrake: Does @BruceWayne adopt children or collect them?
@therealwayneheir: Everytime I turn around Bruce Wayne has a new kid, does he not love his real son?
@FlyingDick: BRUCE WAYNE IS MEAN
@hackerbabs: Last week at a gala @BruceWayne frantically asked Commissioner Gordon to borrow his handcuffs then disappeared for the rest of the night #50shadesofwayne
@lukefoxxx: Bruce Wayne has the IQ of a grilled cheese sandwich
Dick @tdrake: I’m pretty sure that @FlyingDick gave as much thought to his Twitter handle as he did to that mullet he had a few years back.
@RadicalRebel: Dick Grayson looks like the kind of guy you want to be friends with until you meet him.
@teatam: I once saw Dick Grayson date 5 different redheads in one week #easyD #gingeraddict
Tim @jtodd: I want to punch Tim Drake-Wayne in his man bun wearing head.
@Coffeecollective: Tim Drake Wayne looks like death warmed over in a Kerig #Idstilldrinkhim #takeafuckinsipbabes
@therealwayneheir: If I could push Tim Drake down the stairs and get away with it, I would. In fact I still might.
@inaflash: Tim Drake looks like the last time he slept was roughly 40 years ago. #getsomesleep
Tim looks over his shoulder, “Steph why are you here you’re not a Wayne.”
"NEITHER ARE YOU! Let me read a tweet”
@SpoilerAlert: I bet Tim Drake is the kind of guy you want to date and then he turns out to be the wooorst and like falls asleep during a date while on a ferris wheel
“Wow, that’s not specific at all…”
Cassandra @stayoutofgotham: Cassandra Cain looks like she could kill me with her pinky toe… and I’d let her.
@SpoilerAlert: One time Cass Cain kicked my ass. It was hot.
@MetropolisRulez: I’m pretty sure Cassandra Cain is a stuck up bitch. Have you ever seen her smile at anyone outside her family.
Cass looks directly into the camera and flips it off with a big smile on her face. Bruce comes in and turns the camera away from her. You can hear him saying “Dick why did you convince me this was a good idea? Damian’s taking his knives out and Cass is too good for this.”
Jason @xmenrock: Jason Todd looks like he got beat up in high school and then put on 50 pounds of muscle to compensate
@MrJay: Didn’t Jason Todd die? Can we make that happen again?
@tdrake: Jason Todd’s thighs™
Wait… Tim Tweeted that?
@harpersarrow: I’d let Jason Todd smother me with his thick ass thighs. #thickthighssavelives
Damian @tdrake: Damian Wayne looks like his name sake from The Omen. Like did Bruce Wayne know his son was gonna be a psychopath?
@jtodd: Damian Wayne doesn’t lift #youresmallbro
@itsduke: Damian Wayne must take after his dad, except instead of people he collects animals… since people can’t stand to be around him
Bruce comes into the studio and hauls Damian over his shoulder. You can hear Jason say, “Wow you really are small D, do you even lift?”
Hey! I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is recruited to fight in civil war with Steve and she ends up fighting peter and while fighting they spark up a conversation and become friends? And then soon they become more than friends?
going back to peter in civil war and trying to bring out his more rookie/dorky side was fun but i went back and forth with a ton of ideas for this fic, i hope it turned out good enough and isn’t trash like me :( but don’t forget to request a fic if you’d like and follow!
The airport terminal was ripped into pieces as the minutes went by. The battle between Stark and Rogers had spread like a disease, influencing the whole team to pick sides and fight until one victor remained. I was among that group, suddenly finding myself fighting against the people whom I held dearest to my heart, supposedly helping Captain in this messy situation.
My back was pressed up against Wanda’s, circling around to defy anyone that came near us. T’Challa had tried his best to come and toy with us, my spine shivering once I heard the claws come out of his suit and pounce towards Wanda and I, only to be stopped by the force of her hands. I watched as his body flew across the premise, landing on pieces of debris.
“(Y/N). Spider-Man coming for you from Eastside.” Carter said over the intercom.
“Spider what?” I furrowed my brows, turning around only to get swooped into the air.
Thanks to @interfectorems for being such a good friend, supporter and for requesting this. Songs that are mentioned but not on the playlist are “Out of the Woods” by Taylor Swift & “If You don’t Know” by 5Sos.
Pic of this beauty isn’t mine.
I watched from a far how he held on to her hand, his fingers grasping and squeezing hers gently while his eyes never left her pretty face. He watched her speak with such an intensity in his green eyes, as if he literally saw nothing other than her. His girlfriend. Not me. I took a deep breath, swallowed the thick lump building in my throat and turned away from the sight. Exactly three weeks ago, Harry and I had shared a kiss. Our first kiss, which had been exactly how I’d secretly always wished for it to be. Of course it had been. Every time you get to kiss the person you love is special and like fireworks painting colors into the sky.
He’d been talking and listening to me all night, similar to how he now was with her and had at some point reached out to hold my hand, just like he was holding hers in this moment. When the time felt right, he’d leant in and had captured my lips with his. Needless to say, Harry was a phenomenal kisser. He knew when to press further, when to use how much tongue and was very attentive to how my body responded to his. Whenever I thought about it now, my cheeks tingled with the memory of his hands cupping them gently as he cradled my face to keep me close. He’d been so soft, so perfect. Harry had touched me with a tenderness, I thought it’d break my heart. I remembered wrapping my arms around his neck and feeling like they belonged there, like I was meant to hold him close. Only that I wasn’t. The girl he was with now only proved how insignificant I was.
I couldn’t help peaking and looking over at him again. Harry’s lips. I knew exactly how they felt when pressed against my own, knew their taste and shape. Their warmth. Harry’s touch was impossible to forget. I watched him kiss his girlfriend with a mesmerized stare, before moving away and into the kitchen, leaving the small gathering of our friends with a murmured excuse that I needed to get a refill of my drink, when in reality I couldn’t bear seeing the man I loved sharing affectionate kisses with someone else. But not even the kitchen was a safe area for me. t had been this exact kitchen, the one in Harry’s house, where he’d pulled me aside and told me about herfor the first time.
“It’s difficult” I think he said. “It’s my fault that this situation has become so messy.”
Was it silly that I could actually still remember every word he spoke to me? That I’d engraved every pause, every take in of breath he made, deeply into my head?
“Listen, Y/N… You’re important to me. I care about you. Need you, it’s just… There is someone. Someone who could be a chance for a relationship and I really want to give this a go. Give her a go, I mean. You can understand that, right?”
At first it’d felt like none of it was real. Because how could he be serious? Harry. My best friend, Harry. Only three days after our magical first kiss, three days full of us talking and flirting and texting constantly, he was telling me that he wanted someone else. Her name was Ira. And though he was seemingly behaving the same way with her he had been with me, we weren’t the same. In fact, she was everything I wasn’t. So when he told me he wanted her and not me, that he was picking her over of me, how come I’d been surprised?
I would never be his first choice, not when there were thousands of others he could choose from. And it was time for my brain to learn to not interpret every kind gesture, time to learn to stop overthinking every word. It was time for my head to accept, that there was no way Harry Styles could possibly want me.
So… I had been understanding. Kind even. I’d lied and told him that yes, I agreed that our kiss had been a mistake. We shouldn’t have done any of that and instead thought of our friendship first, rather than our impulses. I’d kept a smile on my face throughout the entire talk and even finished the short chat by wishing him good luck with her. Another lie.
My fingers shook and so I set the empty glass of my drink down quickly, worried for a moment that I might otherwise spill the last few drops. I didn’t think much when I reached for the bottle of vodka on the counter. There was no getting through this night if I didn’t have something proper to drink. If only I remembered the recipe….
My shoulders tensed. It couldn’t be him. Please… anyone, literally anyone, but him.
However when I turned around, Harry was there. He stood tall and beautiful, his short hair soft and wavy. Harry’s compelling eyes held my gaze with such a tender rawness in them, my knees weakened. All my body burned for was to wrap my arms around his shoulders and have him embrace me, have him tell me that everything would be okay again. I felt like I needed it, but knew that this was a wish I would be denied. Harry must have felt it, too. It was in the air around us. It had changed and… buzzed. As if being in each other’s presence made the world halt still for a moment.
“I’m sorry,” Harry chuckled lowly when I didn’t say anything. How could he smile like everything was alright?
And what was it he was apologizing for? Abandoning our friendship? Ruining any hope I’d had to find a partner in him? Shattering my heart? Hardly.
“For scaring you,” Harry elaborated, a sudden hint of guilt in his eyes, almost as if he’d read my thoughts.
“It’s fine, Harry,” I muttered, bearing a false smile, “All good.”
It was hard to look at him. Especially his eyes. They burned a whole into my chest whenever my own orbs found them. They reminded me of the Harry he once was, the one I could always come to and rely on.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked, his head nodding towards the bottle of vodka. His forehead furrowed in a worried expression and I quickly set the container back down.
“I wanted to make myself a drink, but the recipe slipped my mind. I’m not as much of an alcoholic as it must look like.”
“Good to know,” Harry chuckled, then, visibly thinking about it first, took a step forward. “I remember what you like in your favorite drink. Could make you one.”
From how close he was standing, it was easy to notice every detail of his skin. Every curve of his lips, every hair of his barely-there beard. My stomach turned.
“That’d be nice.”
Harry smiled and nodded. “Okay.”
We avoided any touching. I was leant against the counter, he stood with a safe distance between us and only came closer when he needed a different ingredient that happened to be near me. It was awkward and… weird. It didn’t feel like ‘us’. The friends we’d been once seemed to be two completely different people. I knew him and felt he was familiar, but there was a emotional distance between us I knew neither of us could overcome. And still, I was with him and even if we behaved like strangers, being with Harry was nice.
“I think that’s it,” Harry said, breaking the silence. His eyes were set on the pink-orange liquid in my glass, then they drifted to my face. A proud smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.
“You 'think’?” I challenged shyly.
I took the glass from him (cautious not to touch his fingers) and took a sip. It tasted great.
“M'not big of a show off,” Harry grinned, “S'it good?”
I nodded and stirred the colored liquid once more. “Thanks, Harry.”
“You’re welcome, Y/N.” His voice was soft and his gaze shy.
The air around us shifted once more. My eyes teared up. What had happened to us? Harry and I… we used to be the kind of friends who didn’t stopped talking to each other for hours. At first, we’d be loud. We’d laugh and giggle so much eventually both of our tummies hurt. That was when we’d change the subject and speak more quietly, until several hours later our conversations drifted to topics only we were allowed to hear. Then we’d be whispering and sitting closer together, always an eager sparkle in the other’s eyes as we both listened with interest about what was being said.
I quickly turned away and pretended to yawn. My eyes blinked rapidly and I willed them not to cry in front of him. Not because of embarrassment, but because I couldn’t do that to him. I’d given him my okay. I had no right to be mad at him for having found someone else. Harry remained standing close and with his hands in the front pockets of his black jeans.
“I think I should go,” I muttered.
I held my head low and took a deep breath before looking at him briefly. Harry’s eyes held concern and his fingers twitched, as if he longed to reach out for me.
“Y/N, love,” he began lowly, “Do you think we could talk for a bit? S'been a while since I got to see you. Hear your voice. I missed you.”
This time when my eyes met his green orbs, I didn’t look away, even though I could feel the tears forming and coming closer to spilling over. Harry’s whole expression changed. His cheeks paled and his forehead furrowed deeper.
“I miss you, too, Harry,” I admitted, my weak voice barely above a whisper.
“No,” he mumbled, shaking his head slowly, sorrow deeply set in his eyes. His feet stepped closer and his warm hands touched my flushed cheeks before I even had the chance to back away from him. The unexpected closeness caught me off guard and had more tears coming, this time because of how much I hated how uncommon this sort of care from him had become.
Harry embraced me. His head buried itself into my neck and both arms wrapped themselves around my waist so he could lift me up from my feet. “Please no, Y/N, Sweetheart. Don’t cry.”
I couldn’t help it. My heart, the final bit that had been whole still, broke in his caring hands and I was overcome and pulled under a wave of grief. That was what I was doing. I was grieving our friendship and the lost hope I’d had for a relationship with him. And he allowed it. He let me cry against his collarbones without any complaint and instead began to hum quietly, knowing how much his voice always soothed me. Pain shot through my chest. He probably did the same when she was upset.
“I can’t-” I cried, but got cut off by my lungs that burned with need for air.
Harry hushed me, his hold tightening, “Don’t, Y/N. It’s going to be alright.”
I shook my head and loosened the hold I’d taken around his neck. My hands momentarily brushed his soft hair, then I pulled away. Harry hesitated but allowed me to step out of his hold.
“I can’t take it anymore, Harry,” I confessed, my voice breaking halfway through the sentence. I reached up to brush my cheeks with the end of my sleeve and hiccuped. My head felt numb and I knew if I didn’t get out of this kitchen soon, he’d witness a break down I wasn’t comfortable with him seeing.
Harry’s hand reached for my arm. I didn’t fight it when he pulled me closer to him, but avoided his eyes when he leaned down to find my gaze.
“Y/N,” he spoke, his voice rough with emotion, “I promise you, it’ll be alright. M'not leaving, okay? M'not. We’ll figure this out.”
I wanted to scream but all I could was shake my head rapidly. “Figure this out how? What have we become, Harry?”
Another sob wrecked through my chest.
“I don’t know,” he confessed, “But we’re going to find each other again, okay? I promise. Let me say goodbye to the others and then we’ll go for a walk or something. We’ll talk. About everything and nothing at all… Just like we always used to, yeah?”
Used to. So long ago, it seemed.
“Okay,” I whispered, my burning eyes set on my feet. My skin shivered under his warmth and my lips hurt from how much I was bitting them.
I flinched when his mouth pressed a kiss to my head. The skin was left with a burning sensation. “Wait for me here, love.”
Harry’s quick feet carried him out of the kitchen and left me standing by the counter with my heart at the pit of my stomach. I stood up straight and brushed the few remaining tears from my cheeks. My skin tingled and I felt the hint of a smile on my lips, even though my body ached. Looking back now, I wish I would have stayed put by the counter and had waited for him just like he’d asked me to. I wish I hadn’t been impatient and eager to reunite with Harry, because that eagerness drove me to exit the kitchen shortly after him and turn the corner, allowing me clear view into the living room. There he stood. His arms around her thin form, his hands in her long hair and his lips kissing hers. All air was knocked right out of me. I could see how his hands gently moved against her neck, bringing her in closer and their bodies flush together. When their lips parted for a moment, I could see how he let his tongue run along his lower lip, as if he wanted to make sure he got all of her taste. And I could see him smile warmly at her, right before he leaned back in to connect their mouths once more. This sight… it burned. I didn’t wait for him. Because I had been wrong before. My heart wasn’t truly broken until that moment, witnessing the man I loved with my everything, kissing a woman who wasn’t me. And if he wasn’t going to leave me, if he was just going to keep me close and allow my heart to shatter over and over again, then I supposed I would have to be the one to go first. So that’s what I did. I walked back to the entryway, slid on my jacket, picked up my bag, and left the house. Left, to never come back to Harry Styles.
his junior year, Jughead goes to New York for a writing internship.
swearing, you might cry
Word count: 4,574
A/N: umm first of all thank you for 7000 followers?? holy crap. anywho wowowow this
is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written.
It’s based off of the song “Ever Since New York” from Harry Styles’s
album (which I love btw). This is probably
my favorite thing I’ve ever written tbh. Hope you all enjoy!
Tell me something,
tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do
After years of saving the money he earned at the Twilight
Drive-In and other odd jobs, Jughead finally had enough to buy a plane ticket
to New York. He had discovered a writing
internship there that he knew he had to do.
It didn’t take much effort to convince his dad to allow him to go; in
fact, FP even offered to pitch in some money.
Jughead refused, claiming that he wanted to do this all on his own. He wanted to deserve this internship as much
He started talking to Veronica frequently, asking her about
her time in New York. She, of course,
gladly answered all of Jughead’s questions. She was glad to finally bond with her
boyfriend’s best friend.
Jughead also pestered Betty with questions, seeing as she
had done an internship similar to his two summers ago. It was a bit awkward at first, since the two
of them used to date. However, they both
got over their awkwardness for the sake of preparing Jughead for his
“It’s really amazing,” Betty told him. “It’s a great experience, and you’ll learn so
“What are other people like?” Jughead inquired. “Are they pricks?”
“Sometimes,” Betty laughed.
“It depends. Do you know how many
other people are participating in the internship?”
“Just one,” he answered, shrugging. “I don’t know who it is though.”
“Well, if they’re a jerk then that’s gonna suck,” she
offered. “But if they’re nice, they may
become one of the closest friends you’ll ever have.”
“Yeah,” Betty replied and nodded. “You’re gonna spend all summer with this
other person. They’re either gonna drive
you up the wall or become your new best friend.”
I need something, tell
me something new
Choose your words, ‘cause there’s no antidote
For this curse, oh, what’s it waiting for?
Must this hurt you just before you go?
“Have fun in New York, Jug.”
FP patted his son on the back as they stood at the airport gate. Betty, Veronica, Archie, Fred Andrews, and
Kevin stood behind FP, all wearing supportive smiles. Jughead glanced around at the group who
followed him to the airport, filled with admiration of his friends and family.
“Thank you guys,” he said, fighting back a giant grin. “You didn’t all have to come, though.”
“Of course we did,” Fred Andrews argued. “We’re not gonna see you all summer,
Jughead. We have to give you a proper
“Well, proper send-off achieved,” Jughead laughed. He watched as others in the line began to
move. “I guess I should go now. Thanks for this. See you all in August.” As he turned on his heel and walked away, the
group of six gleefully waved at Jughead’s retreating figure.
“You aren’t worried about Jughead all alone in a giant
city?” Fred asked FP as they exited the airport.
“Nah,” FP responded, waving his hand. “He’s a smart kid, he’ll find his way.”
Oh, tell me something
I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
“Hi, I’m Jughead Jones,” he introduced himself at the front
desk. “I’m here for the writing
The lady sitting behind the desk glanced up at Jughead. “Ah, yes!
We’ve been expecting you, Mr. Jones!” she exclaimed, standing from her
“Oh, am I late?” Jughead inquired.
The lady shook her head.
“Oh no, not at all. Your
counterpart just got here early, so we’ve been waiting for you to start.”
“Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” she gestured to a girl sitting on a
chair against the wall, flipping through a magazine. The girl perked up when she heard her name,
and saw Jughead and the receptionist staring at her.
“Is this him?” (Y/N) questioned, standing up and setting the
magazine down. Jughead noticed it was a
“Yes,” the receptionist answered. “(Y/N), this is Jughead Jones.” Jughead stuck his hand out to shake, and
(Y/N) firmly shook his hand.
“I hope you’re not an asshole,” she blatantly said as they
released hands, “because we’re gonna be stuck with each other all summer.”
“I was thinking the same thing about you,” he quipped.
(Y/N) raised her eyebrow in interest. “Quick-witted,” she noted with a smirk
forming on her face. “I like it.”
“You better,” Jughead fired back, biting back a grin. “Like you said, we’ll be around each other
“If we were together any longer, I’d worry about you falling
in love with me,” she jokingly warned.
“So be careful.”
Brooklyn saw me, empty
at the news
There’s no water inside this swimming pool
“When’d you get here?” (Y/N) asked as she and Jughead exited
the building, their first day of the internship finished.
“Two days ago,” Jughead answered with his hands in his
pockets. “What about you?”
“Last week.” Her pace
was quick, and she seemed determined to get somewhere. “Are you hungry? Because I’m starving.”
“I would love some food,” Jughead almost moaned at the
thought of food. He was only able to
scarf down a small lunch in the midst of the business.
“I know this great burger place,” (Y/N) explained as she led
the way to the restaurant. “It’ll make
every other burger you’ve ever eaten seem like a pile of shit on a bun.”
“I doubt that,” Jughead scoffed. “There’s a diner where I’m from that makes
the best burgers you’ll ever eat.”
“Where are you
“Riverdale,” he said.
“Pop’s diner, that’s what it’s called.
If you ever find yourself in Riverdale, stop by Pop’s. Trust me, you’ll thank me.”
“Well we’re not in Riverdale right now, Jughead Jones,”
(Y/N) reminded him. “So you should thank
your lucky stars that I am your counterpart,
because I’ve been here for the past week.
You know what I’ve been doing for that week? Exploring, Jones. I have tried and evaluated twenty-one
restaurants, and I know where to go for whatever you’re craving.”
“What if I’m craving Korean food?” he quizzed.
“32nd street, there’s a great Korean grill,” she
“There’s a quaint little place on 135th street.”
“What if I want to get wasted?” Jughead smirked.
“There’s a club a couple of blocks away with shitty
security,” (Y/N) answered with a smirk equally as wide. “Or maybe I was just an exception, seeing as
how attractive I am.”
“I think you overestimate yourself,” he scoffed, playfully
rolling his eyes.
(Y/N) lightly slapped him on the arm. “I do not!” she retaliated.
“Whatever, keep lying to yourself.” Jughead quickened his pace, leaving (Y/N)
“Hey!” she called out, rushing to catch up to him. “You better not leave me! You don’t even know where you’re going.”
“You’re still here,” he noted, casually wrapping his arm
around her shoulders. “Lead the way,
Almost over, had
enough from you
And I’ve been praying, I never did before
“God, this food sucks,” (Y/N) whispered, gesturing towards
the plates of Japanese food sitting in front of her and Jughead. “That place we ate at last week was so much
“True,” Jughead agreed with a mouthful of food. “But this place is cheaper.”
“Rightfully so!” she exclaimed, jabbing at her tofu with a
chopstick. Jughead silently laughed and
shook his head, continuing to eat his fried rice. He watched as (Y/N) picked at her dish,
examining each aspect of the meal.
It had been three weeks since their internship had begun,
and Jughead and (Y/N) quickly became close friends. They bonded over the overwhelming amount of
work at their internship and their food-discovering adventures. Jughead didn’t know how he would’ve survived
an entire summer in New York without (Y/N) by his side. They even stayed at the same hotel, so during
a sleepless night, one would wake the other and stay up all night talking. On those nights, they would drink hot
“I’ve got the check tonight, Jug,” (Y/N) said, snapping
Jughead out of his thoughts as she took the bill from the waitress. Jughead furiously shook his head.
“No, (Y/N), you got dinner yesterday,” he protested,
reaching out towards the bill. “I’ll
cover it tonight.”
“You got lunch!” she exasperatedly exclaimed. “I can handle it. Dinner wasn’t even expensive last night or
Jughead huffed as the waitress returned and took (Y/N)’s
money. “Fine,” he pouted, “but we’re
gonna go out for desert, and I’m paying for it.”
“Ice cream?” Jughead offered, standing from his chair. (Y/N) followed suit, and they exited the
diner. She slowly grabbed his hand,
intertwining their fingers.
“I’m feeling frozen yogurt tonight,” she countered his
offer, grinning up at him.
“What’s the difference?” Jughead playfully scoffed, trying
not to blush at their hand-holding. They
had started doing it last week after he almost lost (Y/N) in a giant mass of people.
“I swear to God, Jug, you said the same thing last week, and
I explicitly explained it to you.” (Y/N)
rolled her eyes. “Ice cream is-”
“Made with cream, whereas frozen yogurt is a yogurt-based
treat,” Jughead quoted what (Y/N) had told him last week.
“I knew you paid attention to me.”
Understand I’m talking
to the walls
I’ve been praying ever since New York
In the middle of the night, the phone started ringing. Jughead, still half-asleep, answered it with
his eyes remaining shut.
“You can come over,” he said, not waiting for the caller to
initiate the conversation.
“Okay,” (Y/N)’s quiet voice responded, and she hung up. A few moments later, a soft knock resonated
through Jughead’s hotel room. He rolled
off of his bed, throwing on a t-shirt, and opened the door. (Y/N) stood in the doorway, slightly
“You cold?” Jughead murmured. (Y/N) wordlessly nodded. He gently grabbed her arm and led her inside,
shutting the door behind them. He stripped
the blanket off from his bed and draped it over her shoulders, wrapping (Y/N)
in the soft white material. (Y/N) smiled
up at him.
“Why do you put up with me?” she asked, sitting on his
bed. Jughead mimicked her actions and
sat next to her.
“What do you mean?” he questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.
“How are you not sick of me?” she elaborated. “I mean, we’ve been constantly hanging out
for, what, a month and a half now? You
know if I’m annoying you, you can just tell me.
I’ll back off.”
“Why would you annoy me?” he asked, slowly wrapping his arms
around her waist and pulled her into his lap.
“You’re the best part about this internship.”
“You’re full of shit.”
“I’m not,” Jughead lightly laughed, slightly nudging
her. “I’m serious, (Y/N). Before I came, I was asking my friend Betty
about internships. She did one two years
ago, so she knew what she was talking about.
She told me that the people I’ll meet during this internship will either
drive me up the wall or become one of my closest friends.”
“So I haven’t driven you up the wall?” (Y/N) inquired with a
“Of course not,” Jughead laughed loudly this time. A moment of silence ensued, both (Y/N) and
Jughead overwhelmed by sleepiness.
“Is Betty your girlfriend?” (Y/N) broke the silence, staring
up at Jughead.
“No,” he muttered, brushing a strand of hair out of her
face. “She was,” he admitted, “but not
“Nothing bad,” he shrugged.
“Sometimes things just don’t work out, you know?”
“Yeah,” (Y/N) muttered.
“I had a boyfriend.”
“Shut up!” she whined, elbowing him. “Yes, I had a boyfriend. He was actually a total dickhead.”
“How?” Jughead asked, growing concerned.
(Y/N) looked up at him and giggled. “Oh, you’re worried,” she cooed, placing a
hand on his chin. Jughead swatted it
“Sue me,” he retorted, but then grew serious. “But really, what happened?”
“Nothing bad,” she replied, facing away from Jughead. “We were dating for a while, and… I don’t
know. He never really supported me in
anything. He wasn’t nice to any of my
friends, and I didn’t notice for so long because I was so fucking smitten. Eventually it hit me one day, and I realized
that he was horrible. So, naturally, I
“As one does,” Jughead nodded, nonchalantly tracing patterns
on (Y/N)’s right arm with his thumb.
(Y/N) slumped and sighed.
“What time is it?”
Jughead glanced at the clock with its blaring, bright red
numbers. “Three o’clock.”
“Jesus,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes. “I should… I should get back to my
room.” She jumped off the bed and
trekked towards the door, her bare feet dragging on the carpet.
“Wait,” Jughead commanded, grabbing her arm. “Don’t go, it’s too late.”
“You say that as if I have to walk across New York City,”
(Y/N) joked. “It’s fine, Jug, my room is
down the hall. I’m not gonna get
“No, but you may fall over before you reach your room,” he
countered with a lighthearted smirk.
“Just stay here tonight, okay?”
(Y/N), too tired to argue, needed no more convincing as she turned
around and climbed into Jughead’s bed.
He laid down, patting the space next to him. (Y/N) tentatively settled next to him, slowly
resting her head on the neighboring pillow.
“You can get closer than that, you know,” he told her, amused by her
unusually timid nature. She hesitantly
scooted closer to him, until she was near enough for Jughead to wrap his arms
around her waist and pull her against his chest. “That’s better,” he whispered into her
hair. She draped one arm around his
torso, the other arm tucked under their now-shared pillow.
“Night, Jug,” she murmured, eyes already closed. He smiled at her.
Oh, tell me something
I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
“Oh, Jughead, how is it?” Betty eagerly asked, her face
displayed on his laptop screen.
“It’s been great,” Jughead answered.
“What restaurants have you tried?” Veronica questioned from
her spot next to Betty.
“A bunch,” he vaguely replied. “(Y/N) is attempting to try every restaurant
in New York City. I think it’s
impossible, but she’s determined.”
“Who is (Y/N)?” Archie inquired, popping his head into the
Jughead laughed, “Where do I begin? She’s my ‘counterpart’ for the
internship. We’ve become very close.”
“I told you,” Betty grinned.
“You were right,” he admitted. “Right when I met her, I… I don’t know, it
just felt like something clicked between us.
We’re inseparable.” Betty’s
expression slightly darkened, but Jughead waved it off as a bit off jealousy.
“Ah, you’ve got it bad, bro,” Archie laughed at his best
friend. Jughead rolled his eyes.
“It’s not like that, Arch,” he explained. “It’s like Betty said, you grow really close
to people when you spend so much time together.”
“But you don’t blush when you talk about them,” Veronica
noted, pointing out Jughead’s dusty pink cheeks.
“You’re imagining things,” Jughead scoffed. Betty, Archie, and Veronica shared a knowing
“If you say so,” Veronica sing-songed. Before Jughead could respond, there was a
knock on his door. A smile
subconsciously grew on his face.
“Speaking of (Y/N),” he said, standing up and walking
towards the door. He opened it, and, as
expected, (Y/N) stood there.
“Are we going or not, Jug?” she pressed, grabbing his
hand. “I told you the line for the
rainbow bagels is super long. I don’t
want to spend all of Saturday waiting for one, even though they’re so fucking
“I’m video chatting with my friends right now,” Jughead told
her, gesturing towards his open laptop.
“Can you wait like five more minutes?”
“Fine,” (Y/N) huffed, crossing her arms. She stepped into his room, allowing him to
close the door behind her. She followed
him as he sat back down in front of his laptop, resting her chin on his
shoulder as she peered at the screen.
“These are your friends?”
“Yeah,” he confirmed.
“That’s Archie,” he gestured towards the redhead, “the blonde one is
Betty, and that one is Veronica.” (Y/N)
smiled at Jughead’s Riverdale friends.
“You must be (Y/N),” Betty smiled. “Jughead was just talking about you.”
“Of course he was,” (Y/N) joked, nudging his arm. Jughead playfully shoved her back.
“So how’s it been?
Three months with the infamous Jughead Jones?” Veronica inquired with a
smirk dancing on her lips.
“Well it hasn’t been three months quite yet,” (Y/N)
corrected her. “I’ve only gotta deal
with this guy for two more weeks.”
Jughead’s face slightly deflated as this realization hit him. “Let me tell you, he’s quite the handful.”
“We know,” Archie laughed.
Jughead opened his mouth to say something, but (Y/N) interrupted him.
“Shit, I left my phone in my room!” she exclaimed, standing
up. “I’ll be right back, Jug.” She turned and faced the laptop. “It was great talking to you guys. I hope we can meet sometime!” She quickly exited Jughead’s room. Immediately, Veronica, Archie, and Betty
bombarded him about (Y/N)
“You lucked out, bro,” Archie told him. “She’s a keeper.”
“She’s absolutely amazing, Jughead,” Betty smiled. Jughead grinned and shook his head.
“You guys, I told you-”
“Don’t even go there,” Veronica interrupted him. “That girl is absolutely perfect for
you. The way you two look at each other
is… it seems like it’s from a fairytale.
You two are soulmates,
“She does seem great, Jug,” Archie agreed with her. “I mean, I’ve never seen you like that with
anyone. No offense, Betty.”
“None taken, Archie,” she waved his comment off. “They’re right though, Jug. You never looked at me the way you look at
(Y/N).” Jughead couldn’t think of a
clever retort. “But be careful,
Jughead. Like (Y/N) said earlier, you
two only have two more weeks together.
If you haven’t done anything up to this point, you might want to
consider whether or not it’s worth it to start something now. Just ask yourself, is it worth the heartbreak
that’ll happen when you have to leave her?”
She pursed her lips as she watched Jughead’s face darken on her screen.
“Thanks guys,” he said halfheartedly. “Really, thank you. I’ll see you all in two weeks.”
Tell me something,
tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do
Tell me something just before you go
“Our last day!” (Y/N) exclaimed, prancing into Jughead’s
hotel room. After the video call he had
two weeks ago ended, he decided to give her a key to his room. “Our internship is over, and we have one last
night to spend together, Jug. Out of
every place in all of New York City, where do you want to go, Jughead Jones?”
she asked seductively, a coy smirk growing on her face.
“I’m feeling burgers tonight,” Jughead answered, trying to
stop his expression from deflating. “And
then maybe we can get some cupcakes?”
“I like it!” she grinned.
She grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the room, beginning the trek
to their favorite restaurant. “Jesus, I
can’t believe it’s been three months already.”
“I know,” he agreed. “It
seems like my plane landed just yesterday.”
“Yeah,” (Y/N) breathed.
They spent the rest of their walk in silence, choosing to listen to the
bustling New York traffic.
The waitresses at the restaurant, at this point, knew
Jughead and (Y/N) as regulars. They didn’t
even bother giving them menus, knowing exactly what each of them would order.
“You two are my favorites,” the waitress whispered as she
set their burgers in front of them.
“Thank you,” (Y/N) grinned.
“I’m sorry to say, but it’s our last day here.”
“Oh,” the waitress sighed.
“Well, you two better visit. I don’t
know what I’ll do without my favorite regulars.” She walked away, leaving (Y/N) and Jughead to
enjoy their burgers.
“You know,” Jughead noted through a mouth full of burger, “I
don’t know how you’ve tried almost every restaurant in New York City while
becoming a regular here.”
“Talent, Jug,” she told him, wiping her mouth on a
napkin. “It takes a hell of a lot of
They finished dinner and went to their favorite bakery to
get cupcakes. On their walk back to the
hotel, they fell into silence once again.
It wasn’t broken until they entered Jughead’s hotel room. By now, almost all of (Y/N)’s stuff ended up
in here. They found it easier, rather
than constantly having to switch back and forth between rooms to grab their
“So that was our last day,” (Y/N) claimed, flopping onto the
bed. Jughead stood by the bedside,
crossing his arms with an amused smile.
“Unfortunately, it was,” he nodded. He jumped next to her on the bed, earning a
shriek from (Y/N). He swallowed as he
stared at her, knowing what he had to tell her.
“Do you remember what you said to me on the first day we met?”
“That I know where to go for whatever you’re craving,” she
answered with a grin. Jughead laughed
and shook his head.
“No, the other thing.”
“I hope you’re not an asshole because we’re gonna be stuck
together all summer?” she offered. He
shook his head again.
“I called you quick-witted?”
“What is it?” (Y/N) demanded, sitting up so that she was
hovering over Jughead as he remained laying down.
“You told me that if we were together any longer than just
the summer, I might fall in love with you,” he explained, sitting up so that
they were face-to-face. (Y/N)’s grin
“Oh,” she murmured. “Yeah,
I did say that.”
“You were wrong,” Jughead said, trying to keep his voice
steady. He slowly grabbed her right
“Really?” she asked as her eyes followed Jughead’s hand.
“Betty told me to be careful,” he explained, “because we’re
not gonna be together that long. And she
was right. I mean, why would we risk an
immense amount of heartbreak just for the sake of a blissful few weeks
together?” When (Y/N) said nothing, he
continued. “So I figured I could just
suck it up and get through the rest of our time together and not say
anything. It was a good plan, but you…
you ruined it.”
“Sorry,” she quipped with a small smirk. Jughead lovingly rolled his eyes.
“No you’re not,” he laughed.
“You’re not sorry, and you shouldn’t be.
Within the three months we’ve spent together, I’ve grown closer to you
than I ever have with anyone else. Hell,
my ex-girlfriend said that we were great together.”
“Yeah,” he responded, grabbing her hands. “Jesus, (Y/N), I’m in love with you. I’m fucking in love with you, and it sucks. It sucks because I don’t know if I’m ever
gonna see you again. And this is gonna
cause so much heartbreak, for me at least, and maybe you too. I just… I can’t keep it from you
anymore. But I also think, deep down,
you already knew how I felt.” Tears
clouded (Y/N)’s eyes, and her lips quivered as she quickly enveloped Jughead in
“Fuck,” she whispered into his neck. “Fuck, of course I love you, Jughead.” He pulled himself out of her grip and stared
at her, stroking his hand across her cheek.
They both leaned in, pressing their foreheads against each other. Their lips ghosted over each other, only
“If I kiss you-”
“If you kiss me, everything is gonna go to shit, Jug,” she
interrupted him. He nodded but didn’t
pull away. They sat there like that on
his bed on a minute, (Y/N) sitting on Jughead’s lap with her arms around his
neck, foreheads touching and lips barely brushing.
The tension grew unbearable, so (Y/N) closed the gap and
pressed her lips against his, trying to express what she had been feeling for
the past three months.
Jughead, too, attempted to convey every pent up confession
he had, wishing that kisses could speak.
He wanted his hands, which were encircling her waist, to tell her how
she charmed him with her wit. He wanted
his eyes, which were closed with pleasure, to tell her how beautiful she was,
especially when she trudged into his hotel room at three in the morning. He wanted his lips, which were pressed
against hers, to tell her how much he loved her. He loved her, he loved her, and he wanted to
keep saying it for the rest of his life.
For the sake of oxygen, the two pulled apart. They kept their foreheads resting against
“Everything’s gone to shit,” (Y/N) whispered, and Jughead
burst out into laughter. (Y/N) followed
suit by giggling, and their still-entangled limbs caused them to fall onto the
bed so that (Y/N) was laying on top of Jughead.
This only caused the pair to laugh harder.
When their chuckles finally died down, (Y/N) climbed off
from on top of Jughead and laid next to him, resting her head on his
chest. She combed her hand through his
“I’m sorry that I fell in love with you,” Jughead
apologized, kissing the top of her head.
They were slowly falling asleep.
“Thank you for falling in love with me,” (Y/N) whispered,
eyes fluttering shut. “It may have all
gone to shit, but it was worth it.”
Oh, tell me something
I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Jughead stepped off the plane and saw his dad and friends
standing at the gate, excitedly waiting for him. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even bother
smiling. Immediately, everyone
While they were awaiting Jughead’s plane’s arrival, Betty,
Veronica, and Archie explained to the rest of the group about (Y/N). They told them about how Jughead spent three
months falling in love with this girl, and they explained that they had never
seen Jughead look so smitten before.
“How was New York, Jug?” FP asked, taking Jughead’s suitcase
from him. Jughead shrugged.
“It was nice.”
“Good food?” he questioned, trying to get his son to open
up. Jughead nodded tiredly.
“Yeah, food was great,” he replied monotonously.
“And the internship?”
“Helpful,” Jughead responded. “I think it’ll help me improve as a writer.”
“That’s good,” FP said, raking a hand through his hair. “You had another person with you, right?” FP noticed Jughead tense up at this.
“Yeah,” he answered quietly.
“Yeah, I had a counterpart.”
“What was she like?”
Jughead looked up at his dad.
“You already know who it is,” he replied, shaking his
head. “Who told you, Betty?” FP pursed his lips.
“Yeah, her and Archie and Veronica. But listen, Jug, you’re going to have your
heart broken countless other times. You’ll
get over this girl,” he attempted to comfort Jughead.
“Dad, she wasn’t just a girl,” he protested. “She was amazing and quick-witted, and I fell
in love with her and then everything went to shit. But the worst part is that it’s okay, because
she loved me too. She fucking loved me,
and I kissed her, and now I may never see her again.”
“Well if you loved her that much, you may see her again,” FP
shrugged. “Fate is a tricky thing, son,
but the universe seems to cooperate better if you love someone.”
Hey everyone, it’s that Time Of Year Again and so here is your yearly reminder to Not Be A Dick.
Some backstory; back in 2004 Green Day released American Idiot, the hit album with the single of the same name. On this record, came another fairly popular song entitled, Wake Me Up When September Ends. This song was written by Billie Joe Armstrong for his dad, who died from cancer when Billie was 10 years old.
And every year, since 2004, there are these Funny People who make these “lmao september’s over wake up greenday” jokes and like….. can ya’ll maybe not laugh at the loss of this guy’s dad.
i make this PSA every year bc it’s just a dick move in general and i saw green day perform just two weeks ago and during the performance of wmuwse billie, broken up, changed the lyric from “20 years” to “30 years” like…. it’s obviously still a big thing for him so maybe, don’t laugh at his loss.
i have and will continue to break mutuals/unfollow if i see anyone reblogging those jokes. it’s like literally so easy to Not make these jokes. so if you didn’t know why people get so offended about these jokes, now you know.
So further to the big boycott list that we periodically reblog, someone wondered a couple of weeks ago whether all the Larries on the list were still active as we’ve seen such a drop in some of the big ones. I’ve found myself with a bit of time on my hands after meeting a deadline earlier in the month, so I thought I’d go through the list and see what I could find. Lucky me getting to click on all those toxic blogs!
16meets18 - this redirects to 16meets18.com, still active, has blogged today 2tiedships2 - active, has blogged today, is a prolific gifmaker but ~weirdly~ enough only makes gifs of Louis from nine hundred years ago aaronexplainsitall (was aaronbutterfield) - Aaron flounced off Tumblr soon after Louis’ promo started at the beginning of the summer, then wrote this post in August about how he wasn’t going to blog about 1D anymore, has actually blogged about 1D since then, but is pretty inactive. One of the London bloggers who all appear to have dropped off Tumblr aboutchopsuey - fairly inactive, the front page of the blog has posts dating back 2 months, dropped off when Louis’ promo started in July alw4ys-you (was summer5tars) - on permanent hiatus, last blog is dated 3 months ago. Says they’re on hiatus due to anon hate and needing a fresh start, may have got a new name anchoredlou - hasn’t blogged since the end of August annalarrie - is the artist for all those fucking rainbow bear drawings that pop up, so may be a sideblog for someone else? I’m not sure. The latest post has tags about how the Azoffs aren’t saving Louis or Harry and how Jeff’s friendship with Harry is a stunt, so that’s how they’re looking annulloamato (was thendowncamethelightning) - no longer at this URL, anyone know where they went? ashavahishta - hasn’t blogged in a month but that’s not that unusual for Asha, she may be back. Has been really inactive since like February. astolenchild - now afireforaheart, it redirects though. Still active, reblogging foetus gifs a lot bakagamieru - still active, is also a Ziam and has a hilarious post on the front page making some leaps of logic between Liam saying he likes the song Englishman in New York and shading/hinting at his true sexuality bananastagram - still Larrying beautlouis - is now thelovejandles, hasn’t posted in three weeks but one of her tags says “hospital queue” so may well be in hospital (and if so, I hope she’s okay) beccasafan - still Larrying, still active betterstllbemywindingwheel - still active birdonahotdog - still active bitofbanter - was active earlier in the week blouehjob - now at deepindeniall, still active bluemetgreen - still active boyfriendsofficial - is no longer at this url britishhusbands - still active bromanceshmomance - still active, although I think she had a bit of a hiatus? bulletproofhalo - we discovered this week that BPH has links to Rolling Stone and can make them write articles about the covers Harry plays, but can’t make them investigate Hollywood’s Baby Faking scandl! Gosh. bunboyfriend - still Larrying buscandoelparaiso - still Larrying, being particularly gross about Briana deleting photos business-direction - still pretending to be nice, still a gross Larrie underneath certainthingshappened - not there anymore claudiyah - hasn’t blogged since August so possibly gone claudiyah-art - ah, the above blogger’s fanart tumblr. Hasn’t posted anything 1D related since the beginning of August, may have moved on cliffordnlouis - not there conscious–ramblings (yeah, 2 hyphens, fam) - had a hiatus for about six weeks I think, just after Louis’ promo started, pleading mental health issues. Has posted a bit, but isn’t completely back. I feel like her powers are diminished since Aaron and Verily went AWOL. coolbreeeze - was actively Larrying this week curlyhairedcuntandboobear - still has the mantra “THERE IS NO BABY” in their header, where very clearly there is now A baby, regardless of who he belongs to dailydoseofziam - still Larrying, still Ziaming daysundercover - still Larrying, also reblogging foetus pictures from 900 years ago diggingandfluff - Fluff bowed out a few weeks ago didn’t she? Iftheresnolove made sure to post a message from her that said she was still a Larrie, but I’m not altogether convinced. Fluff always seemed the most likely to actually have music industry connections, I wonder if she finally saw the light directionereg - still Larrying droppedmyburrito - hasn’t been active for a couple of weeks, but was still Larrying then droppingtheveilofmaya - oh, still one of the most disgusting humans I’ve ever come across. Tends to get very angry when anyone casts doubt upon all her industry connections dunkirknews - now appears to be a spam blog? elceeu2morrow - still Larrying evenstarsinthesky - still active everythingstylinson - still Larrying, posting manips of Louis being on stage with Harry cos that’s not creepy at all felicitetomlinsondaily - Fizzy update blog so generally stays away from Larry stuff but I’m sure bigger brains than mine can say why they’re on this list? ferninism - is still friends with a lot of Larries, but hasn’t actually posted anything Larry related in quite a while. Still one to blacklist though. fireprooof - still active, still Larrying fluffyyorkshirepudding - are you kidding me that this woman is 49 years old. Still Larrying, has a wild story in her tags today about Harry glaring at Briana at a show two years ago freddieismyqueen - hasn’t posted on Tumblr in almost a year, since November 2016, but I’m sure I saw some Larrie this week talking about a new YouTube video from her, so she’s still out there fuckyeahlouis - gone, no longer there gaynkles (was lcighade) - no overtly Larry posts that I can see, but, well, they’ve still got that URL gaysilk - still Larrying gemma-daily - like the Fizzy update blog, I don’t know how they’re a Larrie, but yeah they’re still updating on Gemma genderneutralsongs - hasn’t posted since May geneticistlarrie - still active gigglelou - still Larrying goodmorningtoyouuniverse - still active happy1days - still active happytinylou - still active haroldslovebites - still active harryandlouisarehappilystrong - still Larrying harrysdimplesarethedeathofme - doesn’t appear to have posted about Louis in a while, although I can’t be bothered going back overly far. Is still friends with Larries as proven by the blogroll linked. heterophobiclouis (was worththewhiletweet) - still a Larrie iamlouistomlinson - still Larrying idareyoutotakealook - still Larrying iftheresnolove - still gross and disgusting, not even going to say anymore. Still updating her spreadsheets of lies intenselouis - still active investigatewsrm - redirects to investigaterainbows, still a Larrie itsastorm - still Larrying itwilltoteshappen - still active, can’t be bothered going far enough back to find any Louis content though jhoappreciationblog - is now password protected jimmytfallon - still active justinjaymie - one of the absolute worst Larries, I hate even going on this blog just-kind-of-happened - hasn’t posted in a week but that might be normal kindofsharethat - still Larrying knightchanges - still gross lads-laddylads - still terrible, although she seems to be an outlier in the fandom now. She’s had some harassment recently about being straight and writing gay fanfic, and just seems to have some unpopular opinions. I wouldn’t be surprised if she ducks out soon
lapelosa - has been missing for a lot of the year. Looks like Angela finally gave up fighting the Big Gay War!
larrienation - used to be kaylornation, so it looks like they’ve got form in other tinhat fandoms too. Lovely
larryalbum - still a Larrie
larryappreciation - not a lot of Larry content but still has the URL so
larryftdua (was vansandburberry) - still Larrying
larryownsthisass - empty tumblr now
- still Larrying, writing posts about how Harry will be “MIA” when Louis is doing pro, they just know it!
lawyerlarrie - still Larrying, still pretending to be a feminist
laynefaire - still Larrying
legohousedea - still Larrying, insisting Louis is wearing a nod to Freddie Mercury when wearing a shirt with a lighhtning bolt on
lesbianslovelouis - of course she’s still active, the day she gives up I’m throwing a fucking party. Got EVEN CREEPIER in the last few months and has Barbie dolls to act out her creepy fantasies
lhrry - still Larrying
lhrryart - fanart blog of above blog, not particularly active this year
loneozner - still Larrying
lornasaurusrex - still Larrying
lostjams - still active
lottiesource (was lottie-source) - like the other updates accounts for the girls, I don’t know about this one being a Larrie blog, but it is still active
louisandthedagger - still using the tag “my gay son” to refer to Louis so you know
louisbravado - still active
louisea - calling Camilla a trash bag so you know still Larrying
(was veteranlarrie) - still a Larrie
loumos (was anchoredlou) - has been to a meet up of several Larries mentioned here (bulletproofhalo, srslycris, anchoredlou, firstmatesheera, olieolieoxnfree, too-old-for-this-ship) recently
lsanchor - sideblog of janree, appears active
lucystarkid - currently convinced it’s not Harry’s decision to play the Victoria’s Secret show, so yeah, still Larrying
lululawrence - still active
m3llybaby - hasn’t been active since Harry’s Dunkirk promo a couple of months ago
mellygrant - somewhat active, second post says that she’s been on and off. Appears to be a Ziam tinhat too
miss-you-sweetcheeks - not very active but sidebar still says they’re a Larrie
nerds4life - still active
nsfwtomlinson - still active, says Harry is a gay icon so I’m going to say still a Larrie
oiiiioiiii - still active
onmykneesforlarry - sideblog for nauticallyrics, apparently. Hasn’t been active since last December (NB nauticallyrics is definitely still a Larrie)
oopstatt - still active
organictm - …interestingly, has this post calling out Big Larries…. still definitely a Larrie though
ot5alwaysinmyheart - still Larrying
otpwhatever - still active, can’t be bothered to find any Larry on there as it’s not recent
pass-the-pencil - still active
paynespider - still a Larrie, also hates Taylor Swift
paynoisbatman - still active
perfectionlouis - still Larrying
proudoflou - still active, nothing overtly Larry on the front page currently
quietasides - still active
quirkyharry - nothing at this URL
rainbowbears - nothing here either
saracha33 - still active, still gross
seahorseharry - still a Larrie
seasurfacefullofclouds - still a Larrie
sexatoxbridge - extremely sadly still Larrying
shadyshit91 - one of the worst of the current crop. I feel like she slid into a power vacuum left by Verily, Aaron, Lapelosa etc, and is revelling in it. Also the author of the masterpost about how much Freddie looks like Brett and “is a Clark”. Totally disgusting human
since-he-was-eighteen - now at pinkhalo, still a Larrie
srslycris - lol of course she’s still here she likes the power
sslarrybullship - using the tag “Harry is an LGBT icon” so
sslarrysettingsail - flounced two months ago during Louis’ promo
stephaniesoteriou - hasn’t been on Tumblr since last December, but this is th woman who writes for Yahoo, right? I dunno how recently she’s done that
straightguysdont2 - still active
stylinsin (was m-rmaid) - still Larrying, thinks the Victoria’s Secret show is a cover for something else
suitsdirection - still active
tdoj - nothing here now
tellmethisisnotlove - of course Gabi is still active, she’s another one I’ll throw a party for when she leaves
that-regular-chick - flounced in th middle of August
thetommmo - still active
theirstoryofevents - still a Larrie
thembutterflies (was areyougoodwithyourhands/nelligans/handslows) - still active
thetomlinsondaily - still active
thesparkleboots - now at styles2017, but that says it’s a saved account with no posts
thestylinsoncrew - password protected
thisiskatsblog - is part of Rainbow Direction
thispigeonisntgivingup - still a Larrie
thosedamnbears - still active
tmlinsons - inactive most of the year, not been seen since April
tmlnsn - still a Larrie
tomlinsins - not found at this URL
tomlinsoz - redirects to louistomlivson, but that blog is on hiatus
tommosgun - still active, reblogging foetus gifs
tommosloueh - posted recently but before that hadn’t been active in a while
tommosmiddlefinger - may have flounced today! Gosh
tommosnips - nothing at this URL
twopoppies - still Larrying
unintentionalarry - flounced at the end of June, has a new URL which isn’t given
urfookinjob - still active
verily-i-say - Vee flounced at the beginning of the summer, but was back briefly in the middle of September. Not been seen since then so let’s hope she’s fucked off again. One of the worst; Vee is the originator of the “let’s make out like Briana had sex with her stepdad” grossness
wankingloueh - now thegayankle, which is active
waitingforthatday - still active
watchyourattitude - still Larrying
wellingtontat - is now theageofhaquarius, still a Larry
whimsicule - hasn’t posted anything Larry in aaaages
whisperedlouis - still active
whiteknightonasteed - still active
withoutacuppateaaa - thankfully, this horrendously disgusting Larrie hasn’t posted since December 2016
yeezydoodles - still active
youfuckingloosah - status: dark Larrie
zenlikejen - still active, still gross
zourry - still, most definitely, a Larrie
Phew! And don’t worry haters, I still had time today to paint my kitchen, do som washing, watch a film, make a shepherd’s pie, AND spend time with my significant other!
Stiles all but gives up on ever finding his red hoodie again until he finds it stashed away in Derek's loft.
A short sterek ficlet for one of my favorite followers.
Stiles ran a hand through his messy hair, groaning loudly in frustration. He was standing in the center of his room, surrounded by a mountain of laundry. He scanned one more time for his signature hoodie before finally calling it. Today, at 10:07 a.m. on September 5th, 2017, his red hooded sweatshirt was officially lost to the void. He hadn’t seen it since the spring; California summer starts early and runs late, and on the first day it was cold enough to wear it he couldn’t fucking find it. What a summer ending bummer. A summer bummer, if you will.
He shot off a quick text to Scott to let everyone know he was gonna be late to the pack meeting, and grabbed his car keys, hoping desperately his dad wouldn’t see the ‘small island village post a hurricane’-esque mess his room had become.
The second thing Derek noticed when Stiles walked in to his loft set his brow in a deep furrow. The first thing was that Stiles was an hour late, and the second was the cyan hoodie Stiles was wearing. It looked crisp and new, and Derek could smell from across the room it had just been purchased, stale department store air clinging to it. Derek wrinkled his nose. It was a total assault on his senses. Stiles was supposed to smell like himself and pack, not the mall. Stiles wore red, not this teal crime against nature. This color actually almost hurt his eyes to look at. The brunette in question was staring at him, eyebrow raised. Derek felt him tense up, probably because his alpha’s intense expression.
Derek guiltily looked away, and continued listening to whatever Erica was saying about the pointlessnss of fingerless gloves.
Stiles shook his head, unsure of what caused the gorgeous alpha to be so annoyed by just his presence, he hadn’t even said anything yet! His heart hurt at that thought, he never expected Derek to return his feelings but being scorned like this was almost too much. Derek looked younger today, like he had finally gotten a bit of rest, but apparently even that wasn’t enough to soften his sour demeanor towards Stiles. Scott clapped him on the shoulder, and shook him lightly, bringing him back to the present. Act normal, he thought.
“Nice threads. New look?” Scott asked good naturedly. Stiles frowned, it was still a sore subject.
“Nah, I can’t find my favorite red hoodie, you know, the trademark Stiles one? I can’t figure it out, I wore it last spring and now it’s just gone. Had to shell out forty bucks for a new one today, everything else has holes in it from our ‘dark forest fun times of nearly being killed by supernatural creatures.” Scott frowned, shaking his head just as Isaac nuzzled into Stiles neck from the side, scenting him.
“You know, I think I saw that one here on the couch like…maybe a week ago?” Isaac interjected, lazily launching himself from Stiles to Erica.
Derek froze, heart rate spiking for moment as his ears blushed red. His untrained betas didn’t notice, but the picture was now clear. He must have left the hoodie he had sneakily taken from Stiles’ floor on the couch last week after he had taken a nap. Smelling Stiles’ scent helped him sleep, and he had been so tired, he didn’t think taking it would be too much of a big deal. He felt guilty, sick to his stomach, and ashamed. His longing after Stiles had never really caused problems before, and he couldn’t fix the problem without giving away he had stolen the hoodie in the first place.
“Really? I must have left it here…but this place is always so clean, why would it have been here a week ago? I haven’t worn it in at least two months.” Stiles trailed off, seeing he had lost everyone’s attention to the pizza that had just arrived. (The delivery guy didnt even get to knoock, the werewolves had already been there waiting. He was so startled Jackson had to catch a few of the toppling boxes.)
A fuck ton of pizza, two twelve packs of soda, and two bad horror movies later, everyone was saying goodbye and filing out of Derek’s loft. As Stiles was leaving, a hand gripped his bare arm firmly where he had pushed up his sleeves.(Derek refused to touch the blue monstrosity.) He looked up at Derek who was wearing the same annoyed expression as earlier.
“I’m sorry I was late, is that why-”
“I need to give you something.”
“Uh..okay, big guy. What’s up?” Stiles blushed, the close proximity being a little overwhelming.
Derek led him to his dresser, and carefully pulled something out of the top one. Stiles noticed he was acting slowly, like whatever was in his arms would fall to tatters or bolt if he moved too fast.
“I’m sorry.” Derek said gruffly, looking away as he held out something stiffly. Stiles grinned, taking the hoodie excitedly.
“My hoodie, you found it! That’s amazing, I’m so fucking happy. But wait, what are you sorry for? It’s in perfect condition, it even smells good.”
“…” Derek didn’t meet his gaze. Stiles stepped closer, touching his alpha’s arm lightly. The firm muscle of his forearm stiffened, and Stiles let go.
“C'mon, what’s up?” The werewolf looked up at him, cheeks burning bright.
“I took it. You didn’t lose it. I took it without your permission and I shouldn’t have.”
“But why, I don’t understand? I don’t think you’d wear it. It’s not really your style.”
“I couldn’t sleep. After the alpha pack and Kate kidnapping me again I didn’t feel safe. I was desperate. You smell like pack and someone I can trust. It helps.”
Stiles blinked, stunned. Derek trusted him. The sexy, badass, leather-clad alpha of his dreams was sleeping with hoodie to feel safe. The pale brunette felt himself flush from his chest to his ears. Derek had been looking less tired recently, and thinking about the countless terrible hardships he’s had to endure was heart-breaking, any kind of relief he got was well-deserved.
“Oh, that’s, it’s totally fine. No worries. No big deal. Keep it. I’m glad it’s been doing a good job.” Stiles rambled, smiling bashfully. Derek looked shocked, unsure.
“You’re not angry with me.” Derek stated quietly. Stiles’ heart broke a little more, Derek apparently thought he’d be furious.
“Of course not, you’re my alpha and my friend. I wish you had told me sooner. Maybe I can help somehow. Like, bring you some of my stuff to keep around or my bedsheets or something.” Stiles yelped when Derek suddenly pulled him forward and scented his neck gently with his nose and stubble-covered chin. He’d seen the alpha scent some of the others before on rare occasions, but he’d never been this affectionate with Stiles directly. Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek slowly, and damn did it feel great.
“You know, I could crash in your bed sometimes and then it’d really smell like Stiles Stilinski in here. Would that help?” Stiles was given an answer via Derek yanking his new hoodie off and pushing him towards the king size bed in the corner of the room.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Stiles gulped again. Was it getting hot in here? Was he dreaming? Did he hallucinate from some bad pepperonis on the pizza?
Stiles fell back when the back of his knees hit the mattress, bouncing lightly. Derek crawled on beside him, about a foot away after shucking his shirt and hitting the lights off.
Derek could hear Stiles’ pulse thumping loudly, and a mixture of nervousness and arousal. Derek was startled by his findings, but definitely on board. He’d take whatever Stiles was willing to give him.
Stiles rolled over, facing away from the alpha.
“This would probably work better if you’re c-closer. Like to me.”
Derek hesitantly wrapped his arms around Stiles, nose pressed into the brunette’s hairline. He was overloaded on the familiar scent and it felt so, so good. He could practically feel the stress pouring from his body.
Stiles felt the muscles of his alpha relax, his own body going slack against Derek’s hard muscled chest. After a moment, he felt hot breath tickling his neck. Derek had passed out.
“Wow. That was fast.”
“I hate the blue hoodie. Take it back to the store. Burn it. I’ll give you the money you paid for it.”
Stiles chuckled in Derek’s arms. “Okay, sourwolf.” It was the start of something, he could feel it.
Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.
“Oh come on Y/N! You haven’t been out with us in forever, people are forgetting how you even look!” Your friend whined into the phone as you let out a long sigh, setting your book down unwillingly as you’d been reading it for the last hour.
It had been weeks since your friend, Hani had been begging you to go to the club with her, with you finding a reason to not almost every week.
“But–” you started, an excuse at the tip of your tongue as you had no intention of leaving this book. But she interrupted immediately.
“Nope! Don’t you even start! I’m picking you up in 30 minutes and you’re coming, even if I have to drag you out in your pajamas. So look pretty and get ready to get hooked up babe!”
Before you could protest, Hani ended the call, making you slump against the sofa, a long groan slipping past your lips.