Dick is the kid who pulls on the seatbelt so much by like moving around in the car and leaning forward that it does that thing where it gets stuck when you lean back and won’t let you pull it forward anymore and kinda like traps you against the chair unless you unbuckle the seatbelt
Hmph, seems neat. Lots of people love us. What do you guys think?
Nice choice of color for the site if I do say so myself! What about you, guys!
*In embarrassed tone* Man, these guys are nuts, thinking me & Alex are a thing! That bone-headed, lifeless, green-haired, peppermint-smelling, beautiful-eyed, completely perfect angel of...THIS WEBSITE'S COLOR SUCKS!!!
*In frustrated tone* Wow, I'm about as noticed here as I am in real life. What about you, Nico?
*Nico has a smile covering over his face, blushing*
Hi my name is Jason Dean and I have ebony black hair with long bangs that reach over my eyebrows and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Christian Slater (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a teenage boy but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a murderer, and I go to a shitty high school called Westerburg in Sherwood, Ohio where I’m in junior year (I’m seventeen). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black trenchcoat with blue flannel under it and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, and black eyeliner. I was walking outside Westerburg. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of Heathers stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
It was only by a stroke of luck that Jack happened to look at his phone just as he exits the lecture hall. The group chat was blowing up – the group chat was always blowing up these days – but the lack of all-caps or exclamation marks caught his attention right away.
Eric Bittle: Guys, I wouldn’t ask this of y’all if I really didn’t need this, but I have to ask a HUGE favor of one of you.
Shitty Knight: brah are you dying
Justin Oluransi: You can have my kidney, Bits.
Adam Birkholtz: u aren’t gonna save that for me just in CASE, JUSTIN?
Larissa Duan: shit, bitty, r u ok
Eric Bittle: Um, yeah, mostly, I just…..need someone to pretend to be my boyfriend.
Ok, so I loved the new Power Rangers movie. Each and every one of the characters made that movie. I’ve seen a lot of love for Kim, Billy, Trini, and Zack, but not as much for Jason, who was honestly the most relatable one to me. So here’s my contribution to why he’s awesome:
The way he stands up to that guy bullying Billy in detention
How he treats Billy - even before they’re friends, he treats him with respect, with none of the condescending BS that often comes with popular kids sticking up for victims of bullying. And after they’re friends? broTP material.
He makes mistakes. A lot of them. He admits it, accepts the consequences, and does his best from there. (That’s like, the most relatable thing)
His determination - I mean, did you see the way he rode that bike with a broken knee? And of course, in the final battle with Rita.
His friendship with all the Rangers - tell me you don’t love it every time he gets one of them to smile?
He genuinely cares about people and helps them in any way he can.
His motivational speeches to the other rangers.
When he admits he doesn’t know what’s going on, or what is the right thing to do, but he says what he thinks they should do and why - this (along with everything above) is what makes him such a good leader. He’s not perfect and he knows it. He’s going to make mistakes and he’s admitting that upfront. He’s not leading from a desire of power or control, but because he genuinely wants them to succeed as a team.
His relationship with his dad. They don’t see eye to eye, but Jason clearly has a lot of respect for him.
Or; Bi Ace Jason and
His Journey of Self-Discovery
Or; Jason is Ace
and I Am Projecting
So eventually Percy calling Jason “Superman” becomes kind of
a thing between them. Jason only lets
Percy call him that, and Percy uses it both to kind of tease Jason when he’s
being extra heroic and praetor-y, and also as an affectionate nickname for his
One year for his birthday, Percy buys him a Superman cape.
He doesn’t wear it often, but it’s big enough that he uses it as a blanket a
lot. When they hang out and play video games together, the winner gets to wear
the cape. (He’ll never admit it, but sometimes Jason will let Percy win a
little easier so that the cape will smell like sea breeze for a while after he
A few months later, he sits Percy down and tells him that he
likes boys as well as girls. Percy smiles, tells him that’s awesome! and that he does too, and hugs him. Jason hugs him
back, burying his face in Percy’s shoulder. They watch a movie that night
instead of playing video games, the Superman cape wrapped around them like a
blanket where they sit shoulder-to-shoulder on Jason’s couch.
That year, Percy gets Jason another cape for his birthday.
This one is just as big, but rather than red, it’s striped blue, purple, and
pink. The bi flag, Percy tells him, a
huge grin on his face. Then he unfurls it, and Jason sees the crudely sewn
Superman logo in the middle. Jason laughs at that, head thrown back and just so
damn happy, and Percy laughs with
him. Jason refuses to take the cape off for the rest of the day (not that it
mattered, since they spent the rest of the day bingewatching sitcoms on
Netflix, but it mattered to Jason.)
Sometime later, they’re sitting next to each other on the
couch, Percy’s legs flung across Jason’s lap, their video game controllers left
on the coffee table from their last round. The bi flag Superman cape is tied
around Jason’s shoulders since he’d been the one to blue shell Percy in the
last seconds of the race and take first place. Percy leans forward, close
enough that Jason can smell that sea breeze that just seemed to follow Percy
everywhere, and starts picking at and fidgeting with the edge of the cape. So, if you’re Superman, he begins,
nervousness wobbling his voice, is there
any chance… I could be your Lois Lane? Jason smiles at him.
Things are going well between them. Dating is fun, even if sometimes
their “dates” only consist of lighting a candle on the coffee table as they
share a $5 pizza and watch cartoons together. Really, things between them don’t
change much, they just get, well, closer. There’s more touching now, and for
the most part, Jason likes it. He likes kissing Percy. He likes kissing Percy a
lot, actually. And he likes the
touching. He likes holding Percy’s hand, and he likes cuddling with him on the
couch without fear of it being awkward. He likes when Percy comes up behind him
and wraps his arms around his middle and rests his chin on Jason’s shoulder or
presses his forehead to the back of Jason’s neck. He likes when they fall
asleep curled up together and wake up with their legs tangled and Percy’s head
resting on his chest, even if he drools, the bi flag Superman cape wrapped
around them. There’s some things he doesn’t like so much, though. It’s nothing
Percy’s done, because Percy would never do something Jason wasn’t explicitly
okay with, but it’s the thought of it
that bothers him. The thought of removing clothes and touching other places that leaves a distinct
feeling of discomfort and repulsion in the pit of his stomach.
Unsure of what to do about it or what it means, he does the
only thing he can think of and calls Piper. Surely, a daughter of Aphrodite
would know what to do. He tells her what’s been going on, and when he’s done,
she tells him that she thinks he may be asexual. When he lets out a noise of confusion,
she tells him that it would probably be best if he talked to her half-brother
Mitchell, since he actually is ace and could probably explain things better
than she could. She gives him her brother’s number, and he thanks her.
Jason steels himself for what is to come. The talk with
Mitchell had helped, and now that Jason has the proper words to put with what he’s
feeling, he decided it was time to talk to Percy about it. It’s date night,
which this time means takeout, a “clean linen” scented candle Jason had bought
on sale, and a Star Wars marathon. When Percy steps through Jason’s front door,
he greets him with a kiss and tells him he needs to talk to him before dinner.
Percy nods, then asks if everything is okay as they sit facing each other on
the couch. Jason nods, takes a deep breath, and carefully lays things out on
the table, metaphorically speaking. He tells Percy about how much he likes
being with him, but how the thought of doing… he fumbles for words… more… makes him nauseous. It’s nothing
Percy had done wrong, just that this is who he is. He’s asexual, he explains,
sex-repulsed. And he feels Percy has a right to know.
Percy has been nodding along as Jason explains things,
ending with how he doesn’t think he’ll ever be okay with doing anything much
beyond what they are doing currently. Okay,
Percy tells him. He’s happy with how they are now, anyway, and he loves Jason
so much that as long as Jason is happy, he will be happy, and that he’s happy
Jason’s comfortable enough to tell him and that things are perfect as they are,
I love you too,
Jason says, and pulls Percy into a tight embrace for a few moments before
pulling back and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. That kiss brakes when Percy’s
smile grows too big for it. The rest of date night goes off without a hitch,
and they fall asleep halfway through Return
of the Jedi cuddled together under both Superman capes.
When Jason’s birthday rolls around again, he’s surprised
when Percy hands him a familiar looking box. He opens it, and instead of blue,
purple, and pink, the cape he pulls out is striped with black, gray, white, and
purple. Percy’s grin is so bright Jason can’t help but smile back. He unfurls
it, and sees the Superman logo stitched into it, slightly neater than it was on
his bi flag one. He hugs Percy then, and Percy hugs him back, whispering I love you, Superman, into the junction
of Jason’s neck and shoulder. There’s a lot of kissing after that. Then, they
end up curled in the corner of the couch, legs tangled together and Percy half
on Jason’s lap. Jason has his newest cape wrapped around his shoulders, while
Percy has taken the bi flag one, and the red one lays across their laps. They
talk for hours, about everything and nothing, from some new designs Annabeth
has been coming up with to which flavor of Starburst tastes the best. Jason isn’t
sure exactly when they drift off, but the last thing he remembers is nuzzling
into Percy’s hair and being hit with that sea breeze as if he’s actually
sitting on the sand and looking out at the ocean itself, and a passing thought
about how comfortable and perfect he feels wrapped up there with Percy and all
of their capes.
*Tim is out to dinner with a handsome gentleman he met at one of the Wayne charity galas. He thinks it's going okay, until the guy starts to slide an unwelcome hand up his thigh. Before he can react, Red Hood crashes through the window next to them and tackles the guy.
-Twenty minutes later-
"I just don't understand how you could get him confused for a crime lord."
Timmy, I showed you the picture. The resemblance was uncanny.
They didn't even have the same hair color! And you nearly killed him!
It's a mild concussion, he'll live. I'm sorry for messing up your night though. I'll take you out for some ice cream. That place that sells the coffee flavor is open for another hour I think.
Red Robin standing in the middle of Jason's safe house, looking flustered:
"You said this was an emergency..."
Jason reclining on his couch surrounding by snacks and video games, looking less guilty than he should be:
"It is! I found a remastered copy of Borderlands at the thrift shop today for only $5."
"....You said someone might die..."
"Uh yeah, hopefully a ton of those creepy bandit motherfuckers."
Tim, heavy sigh:
"You know if you don't want me to date other people you could just ask me out yourself."
"WHAT?! THATS RIDICULOUS! I WOULD NEVER.....THE AUDACITY-"
Tim, rolling his eyes:
"Uh huh. Let me just tell Rebecca I won't be able to make it tonight."
Pairing: Jughead x reader Description: reader is in love with Jughead. Jughead is with Betty. Warnings: SAD SAD SAD ANGST I’m on my way to the hospital to take my mom and I was feeling this after seeing a spoiler from 1x06 sigh THIS HAS 4,274 WORDS AND IT TOOK ME FOUR DAYS CAN YOU BELIEVE —————————
I watched it happen from the very beginning. I noticed the very first time Jughead looked at her differently, the very first time he blushed when she complimented him, the very first time Jughead showed signs of jealousy when Trevor had asked her out. I watched it all unfold from the very beginning. When Jughead told me he and Betty kissed, I did my best to be the extremely supportive best friend, convincing him to show the pretty blonde he was interested in her. When he did, I helped him plan the entire date out, from where to when, to picking his outfit out for him since he was absolutely helpless when it came to dating. I smoothed out the shoulders of his shirt, fixed his beanie, and sent him on his way.
That night, when he came back to my house to replay all the highlights of his date, he had a smile on his face almost the entire time. It was something I had only seen a handful of times, so even though my heart was breaking, I was still happy that something made him smile this big, even if it wasn’t with me. When Jughead and Betty started dating, I began to slowly lose my best friend. He and Betty were always going together on the “super sleuth” cases, and I was hardly ever invited despite being the graphic designer and editor for The Blue and Gold. It didn’t bother me though, because I figured I would just see Jughead at Pop’s. I was wrong.
Jughead and Betty liked their alone time. They hardly ever invited us to hang out with them, and when we did, the rest of us felt like we were intruding. If I did have any alone time with Jug, his nose was in his phone, texting Betty the whole time. As supportive as I tried to be for the both of them, I was tired of pretending. All I ever did was pretend.
I walked in to the blue and gold after school, the room vacant. Jughead had probably waited for Betty outside of her history class so they could walk together to the newsroom; he used to do that with me all the time. I sighed, sitting down at one of the seats in the room and pulling out my laptop. I set it on the desk and began designing the cover for this week’s newspaper.
Eventually, Jughead and Betty showed up, not even noticing I had been in the room. They were chatting about something, both blushing and bumping each other playfully. I mentally rolled my eyes and kept my nose in my laptop, not wanting to watch them be all lovey-dovey or whatever. A minute passed, which turned in to five, and then ten, and then fifteen, and by this time I was beyond upset. Neither had said a word to me at all.
I finished the designs for the paper and quietly closed my laptop, zipping open my bag and stuffing it in before lifting it over my shoulder. I stood up, my chair emitting a sharp noise as the heel of the object scraped against the old tile floor. Jughead and Betty’s heads turned at the sound, watching me push my chair back in.
“Oh my gosh, y/n! When did you come in?” Betty asked. I know she didn’t mean it in a rude way whatsoever, she was one of my best friends, but it angered me. Deciding to keep my anger bottled in, I acted like I didn’t hear her, making my way towards the door of the classroom. I walked out, making my way down the hall.
“Y/n! Wait!” Jughead called my name, and a hand grabbed my shoulder, turning me around.
“What’s wrong?” Jughead inquired, his hand sliding down my arm to go to my wrist. I yanked my body back lightly, looking at him in surprise and disgust.
“What’s wrong?” I repeated, my tone of voice obviously showing signs of outrage at this point. “Jughead, if you don’t know what’s wrong right now, then I guess we aren’t as close as I thought we were.” I turned away from him, walking down the hallway again.
Jughead grabbed my shoulder again, turning me and grabbing my hand. “Don’t say that.” Jughead spoke softly, his jaw clenching.
“Really? Jughead, you did not notice I was in the room for fifteen minutes! You did not become aware of my presence in the slightest! And that isn’t even the first time!” I screamed, shoving him away from me harshly. Jughead stumbled back, frozen in shock by what I had just done.
“You don’t even care about me anymore! I don’t even exist to you!” My fingers dug in to my palms as I yelled at him.
“So yeah, we aren’t as close as I thought we were. In fact, I’ve never been farther apart from you.” I turned, walking away again.
“y/n!“ Jughead called my name and I stopped.
"Don’t, Jughead.” I cut him off, turning to face him one more time. “For somebody who claims to be an amazing observer, you sure are pretty damn oblivious.” I walked down the hallway of the empty school, turning a corner and making my way home.
It was 5:39 when my phone rang, interrupting me from my moping over Jughead and Betty. I had stayed home from school the past few days, blaming it on how “sick” I had been feeling, which was bullshit, but only I knew it was bullshit. Or so I thought.
“Hey Ronnie.” I answered the phone.” Now’s not a good time- “
“Too fucking bad, princess. Get your ass up, I’m here.” I heard a knock at my door downstairs and Veronica hung up. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around me, rubbing at my nose a bit to make it look red and grabbed a box of tissues. I wadded a couple up and threw them in the trash so my fake sick story would still be believable.
I padded downstairs slowly, hearing the incessant knocking and ringing of my doorbell. I took a deep breath before answering the door. There stood one of my best friends, hands on her hips and an irritated look on her face.
“Alright, time to stop moping and start moving on.” The black-haired girl stepped in to my house, closing the door and pointing upstairs.
“Who said I was moping?” I fired back, dragging myself up the stairs.
“Oh, come on y/n! You may be able to fool Archie, Betty, Jughead, and the rest of the entire world, but you can’t fool me. I know you aren’t sick, I know you and Jughead fought, I know you like Jughead. Its written all over you!” Veronica flung open the door to my room and marched to my closet, digging through it like a wild dog.” It’s kinda sick, actually. You look at him with literal heart eyes.Honestly, I would have gone for somebody a little more chiseled, but hey, we all got our own kinks- “
“Ronnie.” I cut off her incessant rambling, “Why are you knee-deep in my clothes?”
“Because, sweetheart.” Ronnie stuck her head out of my closet.” There’s a party tonight, and Jughead and my future wife are going, and we are going to show those two idiots who they really belong with.” Ronnie went back in to my closet, holding up numerous amounts of dresses, skirts, and eye-catching tops.
“Jughead is going to a party?” I queried, unconvinced.
“Yeah, it’s a thing with the cheerleaders at Cheryl’s, an Jughead is going to be the ‘supportive boyfriend’ or whatever.” Veronica scoffed at her own words, adding mocking quotations with her fingers before going back to digging in my closet.
“They’re probably going for more clues about Jason.” I mumbled, my mind drifting away a bit.
“For someone who only wears like, 4 outfits, you sure do have a lot of clothes.” Ronnie commented, pulling out a dress and examining it before hanging it back up.
“My mom tries.” I sighed, flopping back down on the bed.
“Oh, no you don’t. Get your happy ass up and get in the shower. You look terrible, which is weird for me, because you usually look incredibly fuckable.”
“Wow, thanks Ronnie.” I spat back, sarcasm laced in my tone. I got up and grabbed a towel from my drawer, walking in to my bathroom and taking a quick shower. I shaved my legs, as demanded instructed by my friend, and Ronnie did my makeup and hair, curling it and putting it up in a pretty half-do. I admired Ronnie’s work, hardly even being able to connect this me with the person that sat in my bed this morning, dark circles under her eyes and her hair in a knotty bun. She had also found a long sleeved black dress that came down to my knees, tucked away in my closet somewhere
Ronnie had brought over a dress for herself to change in to, and slipped on her shoes. She looked up and our eyes met in the mirror, a distressed look on my face.
“Listen, tonight is for us, okay?” Ronnie rested her hand on my shoulders, turning my chair so I faced her.” I’ve been sitting around and moping too, trust me, but we shouldn’t mope. We deserve so much better, alright? So, let’s just go out and have fun. We deserve that much, alright?” Ronnie held out her hand and I took it, pulling myself up and letting my arms go around her neck to embrace her. We both grabbed our purses and linked arms before walking down the stairs of my house and out my door. ——————————————————– “Ronnie, I don’t think I can do this.” I stood at the front door of the house, my heart racing.” I really can’t do this.” I turned away from the building, wringing my hands out in front of me.” I’ve been doing it for so long, and I don’t think I can pretend any more, and- “
“Y/n!” Ronnie grabbed my hands, holing them in between hers.” You can do this, ok? You’re y/n freaking l/n!! You are one of the strongest women I know, and you are fierce! You can’t let Jughead, or Betty, or anyone get to you! Don’t let them ruin your moment, ok? Because you are looking hot as hell- “Ronnie lifted one of my hands, twirling me in front of her, and I giggled- “And I’ll be damned if I let you let them mess with that.” I hugged Ronnie tightly before she linked my arm with hers and we walked in to the Blossom mansion.
The music wasn’t too loud, which was a kind gesture for my sensitive ears. Cheryl had already roped together some kids for a game of spin the bottle, and I had spotted Archie, Betty, and Jughead near a corner of the room. Ronnie had already gotten me away from the sight, pulling me to the kitchen. I only grabbed a bottle of sweet tea, ignoring the alcohol that lined the counter. Veronica did as well, unsurprisingly. Veronica was a very old-school classy person. If she did drink, it was usually only one glass, and something very light, as I had found out one night that I had slept over at her house.
“There’s my girls!” Kevin wrapped each arm around Veronica and I’s shoulders. “Operation ‘avoid Jughead and Betty because they’re little whores who have been ignoring us to suck each other’s faces’ has commenced!” I laughed at Kevin, giving him a weird look for the name he had chosen.
“Lets just call it Operation Cobra, you know, for short.” Veronica suggested.The three of us made our way to the middle of the dance floor ignoring our other friends. It was obvious Veronica was laughing and talking at a bit of a higher volume, as well as being extra touchy and flirty to get the attention of our friends. I didn’t so much as glance at Jughead, because I knew that once I did, it was game over, and I would be running home and hiding under my covers. After a little while, I went to find a quiet place in the house, wanting to be alone. Parties weren’t really my thing, so I didn’t understand why I even agreed to go, but to be fair I was having a nice time
I sat on Cheryl’s back porch, my legs swinging off the edge as I looked out at her backyard. The graveyard with all her relatives didn’t really help boost my happiness, but at least I had gotten away from the incessant bass drops the music was giving off.
“Thought you were sick.” I turned my head to see Jughead leaning against the wall, legs and arms both crossed. My heart started beating wildly and I felt a lump in my throat.
“Thought you didn’t like parties.” I retorted, turning my head back around to face away from him.
“Touché.” I felt Jughead’s presence as he sat down next to me, our thighs brushing together. For a couple minutes, I didn’t say anything, scared that if I did I would burst in to tears.
“You look really, uh, nice tonight.” Jughead looked me up and down and I raised an eyebrow.
“I mean, not that you don’t look nice all the time, because you do.” Jughead scratched the back of his neck.” Because you know, you’re really beautiful, but you already know that I think that, because you know, you’re my best friend, and uh… yeah.” Jughead looked away
“You know, I’m not a mind reader.” Jughead chuckled lightly. I could see him staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I did my best to ignore him, crossing my arms and keeping my gaze away from his.
“Look- “Jughead gulped audibly, hesitating before lifting his hand and resting it on my shoulder.” I don’t know what’s going through your head right now, or what you’re dealing with, but I’m here for you- “
“Really? Are you really “here for me?” I shrugged his hand off my shoulder, moving to stand up. I was furious at this point.” Jughead, I have talked to you maybe a handful of times since you and Betty started dating! You have cancelled every single one of our plans since then! Every time we’re together working on the blue and gold, you and Betty hardly even notice I’m in the room! – “
My hands went to my temples as I slowly paced back and forth on the deck of the porch. Jughead now stood in front of me, one hand shoved in the pocket of his jeans and the other running his hand down his face in a frustrated motion.
“And maybe I wouldn’t have been so angry about it, if you would have at least showed any sort of remorse, but you don’t! You don’t apologize, you don’t even text me in advance to let me know, you keep me sitting at Pop’s for hours, and you never even show up! I don’t even know why I still do it? What’s the point?” I began to walk past him but jughead held his arm out, stopping me from leaving. His hand grabbed my hip, turning me to face him.
“I’m sorry, y/n, I really am- “
“No you aren’t, Jughead! You aren’t sorry!” I pushed him away from me.” You aren’t sorry! If you were really ‘sorry’, you would have been there for me! You wouldn’t have skipped out on our plans! You wouldn’t have left me waiting all the time! Or you would have at least texted me to tell me you wouldn’t make it! Or even apologize!” I shoved my index finger against his chest, pushing him away from me once more.” But you don’t! You don’t apologize, or even feel any remorse about it, because all you care about is yourself! You don’t care about the consequences of the choices you make, because it doesn’t hurt you!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face as I ended my rant. Jughead had a shocked face on his look, as if he was surprised that I had just stood up for myself. I couldn’t blame him. All I ever did was let people use me as their personal door mat. I didn’t want to be that person anymore.
“Y/n, I’m sorry, I do care about you, it’s just, I- “
“Save it, Jughead!” I shoved past him, running back in to the house and out the front door. I heard calls from my best friend and turned around to see Veronica and Kevin.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Veronica stood in front of me, blocking me from walking down the path towards the gate to leave Cheryl’s home. Her hands wrapped around my arms, stopping me from moving.” What’s wrong, what happened?”
“What do you think happened, Ronnie?” I spoke loudly, my hands moving wildly in front of me.” Jughead is an idiot! That’s what happened!” Kevin now stood beside Ronnie, and her hands went to my face, wiping away the tears. “I’m in love with a fucking idiot! That’s what happened!”
“I know sweetheart, I know.” Veronica hugged me tightly.
“He doesn’t care, Ronnie. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that he hurt me, or anything. It doesn’t matter.” I moved to look at her again.” Why do I have to be in love with him? It could have been anybody else! Why him?”
“I don’t know, honey, he’s a jerk, I don’t know why he- “Ronnie cut herself off, staring off behind me. I turned around to see Jughead standing ten feet away, arms at his sides and his lips parted slightly.
“Did you say you’re in love with me?” Jughead looked at me with wide eyes, waiting for an answer. I shook my head, diving between Ronnie and Kevin and running towards the gate. Jughead began to follow me, but Kevin and Ronnie held him back, letting me slip away. ————————————————– I was halfway down the trek to my house when I passed by the Riverdale park. I sighed, steering off the sidewalk and towards the big dome-shaped jungle gym. I was just going to mope at home anyways, so I wasn’t in a hurry to get there.
I dropped my heels to the ground next to me, swinging my purse over my shoulder and climbing up to the top. I sat down in the middle, the solid platform cold against my skin. I didn’t care though. I pulled out my phone, ignoring any notifications I had. I checked Instagram, scrolling through Jughead’s account. I switched over to Betty’s, seeing multiple photos of her and Jughead. I didn’t exactly know why I was forcing myself to look at these, but I was.
I shut my phone off, wrapping my arms around my body. I hadn’t brought a jacket, another thing to beat myself up over. I looked around the park, my eyes eventually catching someone else’s. Jughead.
“What are you doing up there?” Jughead looked up at me, his hands in his pockets.
“I like it up here.” I defended.
“Can you come down?” Jughead asked me.
“No.” I protested.
“Then I’m coming up.” Jughead sighed, beginning to climb the structure. I scrambled to grab my purse, trying to get off as fast as I could, but it was too late. Jughead had climbed up, grabbing the bars on each side of my body and hovering so my lower body was trapped under his. He looked up at me, his chest heaving from climbing up as fast as he could, mixed with the sting of the cold weather. Our breaths could be seen in the winter air, mixing with each other and disappearing. I stared at Jughead, waiting for him to say something.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Oh yeah, hold on. Let me ruin my closest friendship real quick by telling him I have super hardcore feelings for him when he’s dating someone else!” I spat sarcastically.
“Ok, that’s fair.”
“Whatever, Jughead, just let me out.” I started to shuffle under his body, planning to duck under his arm, but he blocked me, climbing farther up. We were now eye level, his face only inches from mine. Jughead stared at me, not saying anything.
“Are you gonna say something?” I asked him, my eyes flickering between his.
“I don’t know what to say.” Jughead admitted. I rolled my eyes, pushing him so I could get out from under him. Apparently, I had pushed too hard, because next thing I knew, the boy lost his balance, stumbling off the bars and falling in to the grass on his back. I gasped, shouting his name before climbing down quickly and jumping off the last few bars.
“Jughead! Are you ok!” Jughead groaned in response, sitting up and rubbing his head. I dropped on to my knees beside him, my shoulders on his hands.
“Peachy.” He answered sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, standing up and brushing the dirt off my dress.
“Whatever, I’m going home- “
“Did you know Veronica liked Betty?” I spun around, looking at Jughead.
“Well, I didn’t.” Jughead sighed, standing up. “And Veronica told her. Turns out, a big part of the reason Betty was dating me was to try and get over her, and convince herself she wasn’t gay. When Ronnie told her, she broke it off with me.” Jughead chuckled half-heartedly.
“Jug, I’m sorry.” Sympathy was laced in my voice. I stepped back toward him, patting his shoulder with my hand.
“It’s ok, really. I was dating her for kind of the same reason as well.” Jughead looked up at me, his eyes locking with mine.” You see, there’s this girl that I really like, and she’s been my best friend for quite a while.” My breath hitched in my throat, my hand leaving Jughead’s shoulder.” I’ve been kind of a shit friend to her, and I haven’t really been hanging out with her, more like avoiding her. It’s a really shitty thing to do, and I feel, like, really, really shitty about it.”
“Jughead, I, I can’t…” I turned back towards the dome jungle gym, walking towards my shoes. I felt Jughead’s hand on my shoulder and then my back was against the monkey bars, my body trapped by Jughead’s.
“I didn’t want to lose you.” Jughead admitted.” You’re everything to me, and I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. When I started dating Betty, I thought it would help me get over you, and then I could stop feeling the way I felt.” Jughead looked me in the eyes, his face no more than a few inches away from mine once again.” I watched what happened to my parents, and yours. They were just like us. They were best friends, and…” Jughead hung his head, cutting off his own words.
“Jughead.” I reached my hands up to cup his face, lifting his head to look at me.” We aren’t our parents, ok?” My thumb brushed against his cheek, wiping away the tear that had fallen down his face. Jughead smiled, his eyes flickering down to my lips, and mine doing the same.
“I’m in love with you.”
“I’m in love with you too.” I laughed lightly, my arms wrapping around his neck. Jughead’s arms went to my waist, pulling me flush in to his body before he pressed his lips to mine. I sighed in to the kiss, feeling relief that Jughead felt the same way about me as I did him.
Jughead bit gently at my bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth as he broke the kiss. I giggled, burying my face in to the crook of Jughead’s neck. —————————————————– “I see my work did some justice.” I heard Ronnie call out. Jughead and I turned around on the sidewalk we had been on to see our friends.
“We have been looking everywhere for you guys! Where were you!” Archie called out, jogging towards us.
“Oh, you know, climbing jungle gyms, pushing Jughead off them, the usual.” I joked, looking up at Jughead. He smiled, rolling his eyes. Ronnie and Betty walked up to us, hands held together.
“Hey, nothings gonna be… awkward, right?” Betty asked, looking at Jughead and I.
“No, Betts, everything’s good.” Jughead looked down at me, squeezing my hand.
“Ok, good.” Betty rested her hand on Jughead’s shoulder giving it a friendly squeeze before dropping it.
“Wait, so, you two?” Archie asked, looking at Ronnie and Betty, who nodded.
“And you two?” Archie looked at Jughead and I. Jughead nodded and I blushed, hiding in his side. Jughead wrapped an arm around my waist, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“Honestly, I’m not surprised.” Kevin shrugged, walking towards us.
“Hey, we’re all heading to Pop’s, you coming?” Archie asked Jug and I.
“Archibald Andrews, do you ever think I would turn down a burger and fries from our ever so famous chock-lit shoppe?” I put a hand over my chest in mock offense.
“Of course you and Jughead are together, why was I even surprised.” Archie rolled his eyes, walking away from us.
“That obvious, huh?” Jughead spoke aloud, looking down at me.
[Sally and Paul are out of town for Sally’s book tour. Percy, having decided to invite the Seven and a few other friends over, is putting away anything likely to get broken. Jason, who arrived early, is helping.]
Jason(Gingerly examining what appears to be a very ugly ceramic blowfish): Is this what I think it is?
Percy(Glancing over over from the dresser): That? Yeah. You can just put it with the others.
[Percy points to the closet. Giving Percy a strange look, Jason opens the door to discover shelf upon shelf of blowfish in every shape, size, hue and material imaginable. He takes a half step back]
Percy(Joining him): Kinda creepy, right?
Jason(At a loss for words): …why?
Percy(Taking the blowfish from Jason and adding it to the collection): I dunno, it’s just this weird thing Paul’s students do. Every year, his graduating class gives him a blowfish. You know- Blofis, Blowfish. It’s a tradition.
[Jason nods, but seems unable to look away. Percy stands next to him, surveying the blowfish armada]
Percy: …Honestly, I don’t even think he likes them.
[They are mercifully interrupted by Leo, who scrambles into the room, sparing three seconds of bewilderment on the blowfish closet before deciding he has more pressing matters to worry about]
Leo(Yanking Jason around by the shoulder to face him): Jason. Jason, bro, we kissed. She kissed me. Like ten minutes ago. In Percy parents’ bedroom.
Percy(Smacking Leo with a conveniently placed copy of Jane Eyre): Dude! Don’t make out in my parents’ bedroom, that’s disgusting!
Jason(Letting Percy attack Leo with Jane Eyre a few more times before separating them): I’d kind of figured you’d gotten past that already- all the ladies love Leo, right?
Leo(Eyes wide and fidgeting worse than usual): No, dude, shut up, I’m freaked out. I don’t… I don’t think I’m very good.
Jason: Good at-
Leo(Grabbing Jason by the shoulders again): At kissing! And I mean, Calypso’s done a lot more kissing than me over the years- like, even without the immortality thing. And with heroes. Heroes! Like, the legendary kind, with swords and muscles and social skills. The kind that probably knew how to kiss! I don’t want to suck so bad she dumps me! Girls dig you, I’m asking for advice!
Jason(Who has kissed exactly two girls in his life): Look, as far as I can tell, there’s two basic rules- one, don’t bite anything without permission, and two, the human tongue is like wasabi. It’s very powerful and should be used sparingly.
[Leo begins nodding, then freezes, staring at something beyond Jason’s shoulder. Percy, facing the same direction as Leo, gives a snort of laughter he hastily tries to disguise as a cough]
Jason(Closing his eyes): She’s standing right behind me, isn’t she?
Calypso(Mimicking Jason): “The human tongue is like wasabi!”
Jason: I don’t sound like that.
Percy: You kinda do.
Calypso(Sidling around to stand next to Leo, who is trying to sink into the floor): Actually, I think Leo’s tongue is like sunscreen. It’s good for your health and should be applied liberally.
Jason: I REALLY didn’t need to hear that. I really wish I could stop IMAGINING that.
Percy(Gravely): The idea itself is so offensive, that it’s actually illegal to say the words ‘Leo Valdez’s tongue’ on TV.
Jason(Sagely): The penalty for violating that law is ten years in prison.
Percy: Or one Leo Valdez tongue bath.
Leo(Face in his hands): I hate you.
Jason: Everyone chooses prison.
Leo(Glaring through his fingers): I HATE YOU.
[Rolling her eyes, Calypso gently pries Leo’s hands from his face and kisses him. After a moment of hesitation Leo kisses back, putting his hands on her hips]
Percy: Oh gods. Oh, gods, I’m blind! I’m blind!
Jason(Severely): Please stop. You’re upsetting the blowfish.