So, there’s this relatively new member of our team who’s a gossip fanatic, she’s always around chatting everyone up and then reporting the juicest news and hot details she’s given, which is a demeanour our main client is pretty bothered by, therefore she always makes sure to shut up and behave around them.
Two coworkers of mine, me, the Big Boss and our client were arranging and planning a few things, when she burst into the room, not noticing the BB and the Client, who were at that moment having coffe behind the door and she went “ooooh, you know what they say about Louis Tomlinson not actually being the father of his child? Looks like it’s true after all, even though it’s been ages!”
We didn’t have time to gesture to her, that my client appeared from behind the door all frowny and straight faced “yeah, the same ages it took you to dig this oh-so-shocking information up, with that quick, sharp rate of yours you’ll have to start working on the next campaign tomorrow morning if I want it out before 2036″.
I only wish I’d been a better sister to her when she first got here. I can’t… I can’t even imagine it now. I used to resent her for coming into my home. For following me around at school. Some strange girl who didn’t know how to fit in. For embarrassing me in front of my friends.
oh, being queer in a world that wants us to be straight. we are innocent until we pull out our guilty words, lay out the poker hand proving we’ve hid that fifth ace up our sleeve. but first, in here, in this space we occupy, uncomfortable, sweating out the wrong skin, weighing the word girlfriend on our tongues: we hear what they say about us.
i am told often homophobia “isn’t that bad anymore”, can we stop it with the singing and the slam poetry and the constant making things about us. how not everything needs to be gay or it wasn’t because you’re gay or we get it you’re gay. they say it like that. they say it with this tone, with this particular heft to it.
do they forget how they talked when they thought “this girl is one of us”? do they forget how they called the boy in pink shorts slurs. how they giggled behind their hands about boys in makeup but still made some “this is great!” comment for likes while promising us they’d never have a son that grew up in glitter. did you forget what you said when you talked about them being bi, how you spat and hissed and tutted about pronouns and how we should just give up and how people are so full of themselves now they won’t even take one of two options, they need a third to feel full.
remember once i told you about my friend. how she might be a lesbian. how she isn’t sure but she’s pretty sure and how the word scares her because it’s dirty. you waved it away and said she’d get over it, it’s just a phase, she needed the right man and she’d be happy.
no, there’s no homophobia though. it’s just that “my friend” was me. it’s just that we hear what you say and swallow our tongues and you tell us the bruise heals before the pain is even done.
Anon requests: Could you PLEASE do a second part for beanies and negotiations?! I loved
Another part for beanies and negotiations!
observes Jughead and (Y/N)’s relationship, and realizes it’s not just his
beanie that Jughead lets (Y/N) wear
Word count: 1,033
A/N: ah you guys
I’m so happy you’re enjoying my writing! I wasn’t planning on writing a second
part for this piece, but since it was requested I wrote it for you guys. I was also gonna queue this and have it published later, but I’m so excited for you guys to read this! Enjoy!
Although he and Jughead had recently hit a rough patch in
their relationship, Archie Andrews considered himself one of Jughead’s closest
friends. He also liked to believe that
he knew his friend pretty well. So when
he saw (Y/N) roaming the halls wearing Jughead’s beanie, he was ecstatic. He rushed through the school to find his
friend. In the lounge, Jughead stood
with his arms crossed and raven hair exposed.
“Dude!” Archie exclaimed as he sauntered over to
“What are you talking about?” Jughead questioned, eyes narrowed.
“(Y/N), of course!” Archie answered. “You asked her out, right?” Jughead shifted and uncrossed his arms.
“No,” he scoffed, but his voice wavered a bit. “Why would you think that?”
“Because she’s wearing your beanie,” Archie stated like it
was obvious. “The last time you took
that thing off is when you proposed to her when we were six.”
“We were six,” Jughead emphasized, slightly leaning forward.
“But you like her,” Archie said. Jughead opened his mouth to reply, but no
smart remarks came out. Instead, he
closed his mouth and looked away from Archie, sighing. “Ask her out, man.” Pursing his lips, Jughead shook his head and
walked away. Archie sighed and turned
around, spotting Veronica and Betty waving at him.
“Archie!” Veronica called, beckoning him over. He moved to the couch they were sitting at
and stood in front of the two girls.
“You’ve seen (Y/N) wearing Jughead’s hat, too, right?” she
asked. Archie nodded.
“I don’t get it though,” he said. “He never takes that thing off. I asked Jughead if he asked her out, but he
said no. I figured she’d be wearing it
because of that, since last time she wore Jughead’s beanie-”
“He proposed to her,” Betty finished, and Archie
nodded. All three of them simultaneously
“God he looked so smitten
yesterday,” Veronica groaned. Archie
sent her a questioning look. “Betty and
I were at Pop’s yesterday, and we saw Jughead and (Y/N) there. She had stolen his beanie and he was trying
to get it back, but he was enjoying it.
I swear he could barely contain his smile.”
“Yeah,” Betty smiled in agreement. “They’re both
Archie, Betty, and Veronica thought that the beanie incident
was a one-time thing. However, they were
proven wrong when they spotted (Y/N) sitting in Pop’s wearing Jughead’s jacket
a week later.
“Hey, (Y/N),” Veronica greeted, sitting down next to
her. “Where’s Jughead?”
“Working at the drive-in tonight,” (Y/N) answered,
smiling. Betty and Archie slid into the
booth seat across from them.
“Is that Jughead’s jacket?” Archie bluntly asked. (Y/N) looked down at what she was wearing.
“Oh crap!” she exclaimed.
“I forgot to give this back to him!”
“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you holding onto it for a bit,”
she laughed, causing (Y/N) to smile and nod.
“Why’d he give it to you in the first place?” Betty
inquired. (Y/N) bit her lip.
“We were walking home from school, and I had forgotten my
jacket at home. I was shivering, and Jug
insisted that I took his,” she explained.
Archie affectionately rolled his eyes, smirking.
“Smitten,” he mumbled under his breath.
The next incident was two weeks later at a football game. (Y/N) had promised her friends that she would
come to the game to support them, and she managed to drag Jughead along with her. Archie smirked when he saw them sitting
together in the stands, knowing that it probably wasn’t too hard for (Y/N) to
convince Jughead to come.
After the game, (Y/N) and Jughead got off the bleachers and
walked over to the field where Archie, Betty, and Veronica were standing.
“You guys were all great tonight!” (Y/N) complimented,
beaming at her friends. They all smiled
in gratitude, when suddenly Archie furrowed his eyebrows.
“Is that-” he paused for a moment, contemplating how to
phrase his question. “Is that a new
flannel?” Betty and Veronica shot him
confused looks, whereas Jughead and (Y/N)’s fidgeted as their cheeks grew red.
“What?” Betty and Veronica exclaimed at the same time. Archie suppressed a smirk.
“It was raining before,” (Y/N) stated, and Archie noticed
Jughead refusing to make eye contact with him, “and we got drenched because
neither of us had an umbrella. Jughead
had a dry flannel and let me wear it.”
She shrugged at the end of her explanation, playing with the sleeves of
Jughead’s flannel. Archie was tempted to
ask (Y/N) why she didn’t just change into some of her own clothes, but he
decided not to for her and Jughead’s sakes.
Betty and Veronica shared a knowing glance. Finally, Archie managed to catch Jughead’s
eye. He smirked and Jughead rolled his
eyes, but the small smile on his face didn’t go unnoticed by Archie.
Archie would have completely missed the last incident if it
wasn’t for Veronica. Some weeks later
they were sitting at lunch with (Y/N), waiting for Betty and Jughead to arrive
at their table.
“(Y/N), that sweater is really big on you,” Veronica noted,
critiquing her outfit. “Please tell me
you didn’t just buy that.” (Y/N) smiled
“No,” she responded, “I’ve had it lying in my room for a
while. Figured I should put it to use.” Veronica scrunched up her nose.
“You shouldn’t have.
Not to be rude, girl, but green is not your color.”
“Oh well,” (Y/N) laughed.
“I’ll remember that next ti-”
“That’s Jughead’s, isn’t it?” Archie interrupted. (Y/N) bit her lip and pulled the sweater
sleeves over her hands.
“Maybe,” she mumbled, looking down into her lap. Archie and Veronica smirked.
“You know what, (Y/N)?” Veronica said. “Never mind what I just said. That does
suit you.” (Y/N)’s cheeks grew bright
“Oh god, guys,” she moaned, but they could hear the smile in
her face. Jughead and Betty soon walked
over to the table and joined the group. During
their lunch, Archie would occasionally glance over at Jughead and (Y/N). He frequently saw one staring at the
other. Smiling at his friends, Archie
couldn’t fathom how neither of them realize how smitten they were with each
I’ve compiled a list of bughead fanfiction I’ve really liked for everyone in the bughead fam! don’t worry if your fic isn’t on here! this is a pretty small list(i read a lot) and i’ll probably make a p2, hope you enjoy xox.
all in english.
most of the fics are on ao3 and some on tumblr.
non completed fics will have *.
you taste like strawberries by aplaceformyshipstoanchor -
Betty gets a job waitressing at Pop’s Diner and Jughead has no problem watching her work. When a situation at work gets sticky, Jughead has no problem helping Betty clean up.
goldilocks by lusterrdust -
Her hair just does something to him.
touch me, tease me by lusterrdust -
Jughead is enamored with her, her blonde hair spilling over them like a lustrous curtain and enhancing the sounds of their breathing. He wants to declare his eternal love. He wants to pour out sonnets and ballads and write novels about every freckle on her skin, every blue shade in her eye. He wants to trace his fingers over every inch of her body until there’s no part he hasn’t memorized.
third time’s the charm by septemberbeauty13 - “Oh God, get a room!” Cheryl said in passing, pushing past them to get to her locker. That was enough to push Betty into a fit of giggles, burying her head into Jughead’s chest. “You know,” Jughead whispered. “I don’t normally take advice from redheads but this is sound advice.”or Jughead and Betty try very hard to get a room.
resplendent by lusterrdust - A bright light all her own, his shadows are drenched in her radiance.
three words by lusterrdust - Betty is an addiction Jughead never wants to be rid of.
stars by lusterrdust - Despite the gritty, gravelly exterior he presents to the world, Jughead is the epitome of sweet toward her. He’s tender and considerate and just the right amount of reticent to be endearing. And though she loves that about him, Betty’s not in the mood for slow and sweet.
in distance by lusterrdust -
It’s the little things he notices that make him ache for her to come back home.
camp stories by jugandbettsdetectiveagency -
Betty and Jughead end up sharing a tent when the core four go camping.
close calls and getting caught by wordsonpages1 - four times Betty and Jug didn’t get caught doing inappropriate *things* and then the one time they did.
fall in light by sylwrites - She moved to New York to find herself, but as the saying goes: wherever you go, there you are.
hotdog by burgerheadjones - “Easy, Hotdog! He’s family.” How Hotdog becomes Betty and Jughead’s family in every sense. Or, where we trace the life of Hotdog with Bughead.
the stacks by malmo722 * - After a senior prank goes wrong, River Vixen Betty Cooper is forced to complete community service at the Riverdale Public Library with high school outcast, Jughead Jones. Romance ensues.
the unexpected by spxcewvlker - "She loved that she had found peace in his arms, and comfort in his glittering blue eyes. She loved him.“ In which Jughead helps Betty with her anxiety.
beanie boy by bugheadandjughead * -
“You were lonely, homeless, broken. I just gave you a place to stay.” Beanie Boy Jughead and Good Girl Betty are in it together… until romantic feelings for each other bloom between them.
self conclusion by nopleasestayhere - Betty Cooper is sitting at the edge of a cliff, thinking about jumping, when Jughead Jones comes to do the same thing. Betty tries to talk him down. He gives her 48 hours to change his mind. Can they help each other?
drown by lusterrdust - Loss… injustice…unfairness… it’s the ugly truth of life. There doesn’t have to be a reason or a person to blame. Sometimes, misfortune just is.
i’ll wait for you by AGirlNamedWhiskey * - Betty Cooper just wanted to survive her Senior year, but after being coerced into covering an underground racing competition, against a rival school, she knew her life would never be the same. Especially, when she meets the infamous street racer, Jughead Jones.
space and time by agirlnamedwhiskey * - After their abrupt breakup, Jughead Jones is on a mission to win back Betty Cooper.
living with betty cooper by believe_that_you_can_my_friend - Jughead Jones, facing the reality of having nowhere to stay anymore after the Drive-In gets shut down, finds temporary shelter at the Blue & Gold office. But what happens when an upset Betty Cooper catches him on the act?
red sunrise by lusterrdust -
Lifting her hand up, her thumb twirls the band on her ring finger until the diamond digs into her pinky. She pushes the jewel against the skin until it stings, redirecting her emotional pain into the physical.
your eyes look like coming home by ariquitecontrary - Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones who have both seen the world in color since they met each other when they were two years old. Everyone always says that they’re so lucky to have met when they were so young, that they have their whole lives to be together and in love. There’s just one teeny tiny problem. Betty and Jughead hate each other.
foldin’ clothes by birdlovesafish -
Jughead contemplates he and Betty’s situation and he does laundry.
skin to skin by burgerheadjones * - Jughead Jones doesn’t know how the crimson crescents ended up on his palms.Betty Cooper is clueless when it comes to the messages on her arms.Soulmate AU where all the little marks and injuries belonging to Betty and Jughead start finding themselves on each other’s skin.
drop in the ocean by lusterrdust - She can feel the tickle and scrape of coarse sand against their bare legs, but pays it no mind. Her focus is consumed with her boyfriend’s touch and the trail of heat his fingers leave against her skin.
do you believe in fate? by Jennimisk * - Is there such a thing as a coincidence? Or do we create our own reality because of the choices we make and the people that we let into our lives? Regardless of what you believe, sometimes you just need to be open to what the universe is throwing your way.This is a non-canon AU work based on Jughead and Betty during their college years. They have no prior relationship before meeting in Rome, Italy.
dry run by Naoko Asakura - She drew a line and offered to let him cross it.
lost and found by lusterrdust - Maybe as a seventeen-year-old, sneaking kisses with the blonde he’d been in love with at the time—maybe he’d had a thought or two of her as a mother; a boy’s fantasy of the blissful domesticity he never had.
red lipstick by lusterrdust -
She pulls the passenger mirror down and wipes her red lipstick off, smudging the color across her skin and marking it in a way that reminds Jughead of bee stung lips after a kiss.
to the first of many by jugandbettsdetectiveagency - Betty’s first Mother’s Day begins with a not-so-welcome wake up from Hot Dog.
first apartment by peacelovebughead - A short series of one-shots of Bughead in their first apartment
break free and run by sylwrites - A Bughead college AU set in Boston; featuring Veronica and Betty as roommates, and Jughead living off campus with his dad.
So at the end of every volume of NANA, Ai Yazawa has a brief paragraph about the manga or just some introspection about her life. They give great insight into the series and I think only a few are found on the scans of NANA online, so I thought I’d share them all!
The creator, Ai Yazawa, told us, “I created this story so that it could be enjoyed as a stand-alone and, at the same time, have a complete ending that could be connected to an ongoing series. I hope you’ll look forward to the future of the two Nanas!”
A note from Ai Yazawa: “I had thought that if the two Nanas met each other, they would probably be constantly fighting, but they seem oddly friendly. What’s up with that?! It’s one of me (not so) seven wonders (ha-ha).”
Since childhood, the artists I’ve looked up to haven’t been writers and illustrators, but mostly musicians. Music provides me the most emotional effect and excitement. If there was no music, I don’t think my creative juices would boil. Music is that important to my life.
- Ai Yazawa
I realized one day that there are hit songs with the same names as the main female characters, NANA, JUNKO, and SACHIKO (the kanji for JUNKO is different, though). It’s not that big a deal, but I sometimes just hum the melodies longingly.
- Ai Yazawa
In the initial drafts, Nana’s band was a rockabilly band like the Stray Cats. But due to various circumstances, I didn’t keep it that way. But if they were rockabilly, Ren, Nobu and Shin would have had pompadours. And Yasu too?
- Ai Yazawa
When I was a child, I used to take piano lessons. Even after I stopped taking lessons, I bought sheet music I liked and continued playing. I’ve had my hands full for several years now, but one of these days I’d like to learn how to play jazz piano, which I’ve wanted to do for years now.
- Ai Yazawa
I had an opportunity to interview a group of professional musicians. I showered them with questions, but they answered willingly, and it was very helpful. I was having problems balancing the fictional world of manga-like simplicity and gorgeousness with a sense of reality. But I realized again that what’s important is the humanity of the characters.
- Ai Yazawa
When I was in high school, there was a cool girl in my class who was a lone wolf. I was really into a foreign New Romantic-type band then, and when she asked me one day, “Do you want to go to their concert together?” I was overwhelmed. My heart fluttered more than when I was with my boyfriend (☺). Have you had a Hachiko experience like that? - Ai Yazawa
I was on Tumblr today and I came across this quote that said “I see you in colours that don’t even exist yet”; It reminded me of how passionately in love with her I am. How beautiful she is to me.
Something about it wasn’t right to me though, because before I met her I was color blind. I lived in a world that was only black and white, until the night I saw her came, and even though it was dark, my sensors were reprogrammed.
She painted my world with the colours of her soul.
She taught me the colour Red when I saw her lips, the colour Pink when I saw her cheeks, the colour Blue when I miss her at night, and how colourful the colour of her eyes is that God chose to make it the colour of honey too.
I still don’t know if the colours in the quote will ever be discovered, but I discovered the ones that already exist.
Sans sweetie, your feelings are valid but we’re trying to have a moment here.
A little something based on the AU variant of @zarla-s ’ handplates series, momplates. I thought it would be cute/sad if Papyrus were to draw his “ideal” family. He’ll never give up hope that Gaster can change.
I have no idea how to draw like a young child, an attempt was made.
Toriel recognizes Gaster right away, but obviously she hasn’t exactly been forthright to the boys about her connection to Gaster. The photograph of her and Gaster in happier times is carefully tucked away in a box under her bed along with other similarly painful memorabilia. I was originally gonna put a more traditional family photo with all the Dreemurs and the Fallen Child but then I was filled with a desperate need to see Toriel giving Gaster bunny ears. You get what I’m going for though right, about the family she lost, and how Gaster was part of that family? Are we all sufficiently depressed yet?
This really was meant to be a bittersweet thing but I couldn’t resist throwing in a bit of morbid humor at the end. Sans has his own fantasies that are frankly just as likely to come true.
I have so many momplates ideas and I want to draw them ALL.