Context; This is a session with a completely unexperienced dm, who didn’t have enough time to plan this out completely, so we’re winging everything right now. The party consists of a Human Monk (Tas), a Drow Rogue (Ash'on), a Tiefling Fighter (Harmony, whose player wasn’t able to attend due to work), and my Elven Bard (Thia). Right now we are essentially doing a murder mystery-type quest at a fancy dinner party. Note, that I am also a part of another where I play a Tiefling gunslinger called Kali, which is DM’d by Tas’ player. Also, Ash'on’s player is completely new to DnD as well.
Ash'on: (OOC) Ok, I’m gonna go down to the wine-cellar and investigate since I’m not actually helping up here.
Tas: (OOC) Wait, you’re going alone?
Ash'on: (OOC) Yeah, you two are doing just fine up here. Besides, it’ll be a quick in-and-out.
Me: (OOC) Oh, hell no. We do not split the party!
Ash'on: (OOC) What, why not? I’ll just look around and come back.
Tas: (OOC) No! If you’re going down there, we’re coming with you.
Ash'on: (OOC) Why?? I’ll be back, and you guys are looking for clues up here anyway.
Me: Listen. It literally says in the manuals that you do not split the part. Trust me, I should know. In the session [Tas] DM’s I split the party like an idiot and one of us got kidnapped, and me and our barbarian almost died!
Ash'on: (OOC) This isn’t splitting the party-
Tas and Me: Yes it is!!
Me: You are literally splitting the party by having us be in two seperate places.
We ended up arguing for another good 10 minutes, until we finally got Ash'on’s player to relent and let us come with him.
Summary: Jughead helps the Reader out in a run-in with her ex by the most unexpected methods
Warnings: nah, not much to say
You swirled the thick straw in between your thumb and index finger, staring gloomily at your half-drunken cookies and cream milkshake, not really having the appetite to down the milkshake, despite it being one of Pop’s more popular specialties. Honestly, it would be a miracle if you ended up feeling better by the end of the day, seeing as today was as shitty as days get.
First off, your mother had, earlier today, told you that if you wanted to continue living under her roof, you were to find a part-time job and try to ‘support the family’; and by 'family’, she meant her debilitating alcoholism. What with you being in the editorial board, plus running for track and being in a band, there was absolutely no way you could even indulge in the idea of working part-time seeing as your social life was non-existent and your actual life was hanging on by a fraying thread. Then of course, today marks a week since the Break Up with your ex Reggie, whom you recently found out through Kevin Keller that he had been sleeping around with other girls even when you were still together, which added more salt to the wound, as if more salt could ever be rubbed in that particular, still-healing injury.
So there you were, taking up an entire booth at Pop’s, wallowing in self-pity as you picked aimlessly at the crumpled tissue where you had wiped your mouth earlier, thinking of the tissue as a metaphor for your life, when the door to the burger-and-milkshake-serving diner opened, and in came a rowdy groups of guys you knew went to Riverdale High with you. How could you tell? It was probably because Reggie was smack-dab in the middle of the group, laughing and fooling around with his equally nauseating friends, shoving at each other as they made their (unwanted) presence in the otherwise peaceful shop known.
Of course, you had immediately ducked your head and pretended to fiddle with your phone to try to hide from Reggie and his puke-inducing gang of friends, in case they decided to make your day a living hell more than ever, practically having bile rising up your throat, trying to calm yourself down by sipping lightly at your milkshake. Through your eyelashes, you saw that some of the guys had crammed inside a booth, but to your horror, Reggie and one of his cronies had sidled up to the counter less than 7 feet away from you to pick up their order like they usually did after school when you tagged along, talking rather loudly about something you didn’t care to listen in on. Thankfully, they didn’t seem to have noticed you, and you were intent on things staying that way for as long as they were here, but of course, luck seemed to have abandoned your side completely as Reggie’s friend had scanned the diner and his gaze landed on you, where you tried to pretend you were typing away into your phone. Out the corner of your eye, you saw the friend nudge your ex with his elbow and not-so-discreetly whispered, “Well, look who it is, Reggie.” to him, making your ex turn and glance at you.
Of course, he didn’t say anything, just gave you that judgemental, 'you-are-all-beneath-me’ look and rolled his eyes at you. “I can’t believe you tapped that, I mean what was she like? Isn’t she like, a neurotic loner or something?” His friend pressed on.
“Trust me, biggest mistake of my life.” Reggie played along, knowing full well that you heard every word, trying not to break down and yell at that smug bastard for being a petty dipshit. “I mean, look at her, she’s hoarding an entire booth for her fat self and she’s so pathetic, she doesn’t even have friends to share-”
“Hey, sorry I’m late.” A vaguely familiar voice cut through the dissing Reggie and his friend were doing at your expense, and to your surprise, a raven-haired guy in a grey beanie sat down next to you in the booth, forcing you to scoot over reluctantly, despite not being aware you had agreed to meet anyone up at Pop’s today. Not that you had that many friends to hang out with in the first place…
Before you could ask the guy on why he was sitting there with you, he said, “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.”, glancing pointedly at you with his back towards Reggie and his friend, dark eyes instructing you to play along when you realized who he was; Riverdale High’s resident Emo McEmo, Jughead Jones.
You recalled seeing him a few times at school, him mostly keeping to himself with headphones practically surgically attached to his head, the quiet, mysterious type of guy that probably knew everyone’s deepest, darkest secrets just by silently observing his surroundings and gathering information unnoticed. He was an intriguing guy who seemed to have way more going on in his mind than most kids in Riverdale High combined, a person who has a deeper understanding on the human emotion and yet rarely shows any emotion other than boredom most times. But still, it didn’t answer your earlier inquiries on why the hell did he think you both were friendly enough that he could just barge into your booth and make himself at home when your bully of an ex and his similarly brute douchey friend were less than 7 feet away from you both.
“The freak and the slut, a perfect pair, yes?” Reggie’s friend nudged at the former, him looking a little put off by Jughead’s arrival. Everyone with a brain knew of the beef Reggie had with Jughead, so it was understandable why Reggie tensed up a little when Jughead appeared, under the pretence that you and him were somewhat friendly with each other. Whatever, it’s not like he has a hold over me, you thought, sending a steely glare at the two.
“Leave her alone.” Jughead spoke, a low but dangerous tone, one that surprised you. Surely he wasn’t actually…sticking up for you, was he? Jughead Jones, Defender of the Bullied? As far as you knew about him (and it wasn’t much), he was more of a sidelines guy, keeping out of trouble by staying under the radar. This, however, was totally out of character. “Don’t you asshats have something better to do than pick on people who did nothing wrong against you?”
“Oh-ho, look, the freak speaks! Defending his lady now, is he?” Reggie’s friend sneered.
“I did (Y/N) a favour by hooking up with her sorry ass.” Reggie spat spitefully, upturning his nose at you as if you were dirt under his shoes. “But in the end, she wasn’t even worth it.” He smirked when he saw both you and Jughead shift in your seats at an almost identical position, clearly ruffled by his words.
Before you could tell him to go shove a cactus up his ass, Jughead once again stepped in and told him, “No, it was (Y/N) who did you a favour by going out with you; I mean, who would even want to hook up with a guy like you?” This comment caused Reggie’s friend to turn pale, a bad sign, seeing as not many dared to talk shit about Reggie…to his face.
“You’re one to talk, Hannibal Lecter, when you’ve never even gotten past first base with a girl!” Reggie said angrily, just as their order arrived, his friend momentarily diverting his attention to the food.
“At least I’m getting laid.” Jughead replied calmly, and then, as if it was no big deal, turned towards you and pulled you into a kiss, one hand cupping your cheek as his mouth moved slowly against yours, a clear sign that he wasn’t used to kissing. Too surprised to even function, you noticed the disgruntled sounds of disgust coming from the two, and when you finally let Jughead take control, you heard them moving away from near your booth, defeated.
“Um…” You pulled away from the dark-haired boy once they were out of earshot, eyes wide at the realization that a guy, whom you barely spoke to in the past years you’ve been in the same school as him, had just defended you and kissed you despite not even owing you anything. “Wha…What was that for?” You asked him nervously, eyes darting to where the group of guys were, all of them already halfway out the door, not noticing the two of you.
“You wanted them to stop bugging you, right?” He asked you, following your gaze to the door that shut behind the group, you nodding slowly. “That should do the trick.” He added, referring to the kiss.
“But…why would you…why would you kiss me?” You asked him, confused.
“I, uh…” For once, Jughead didn’t seem to have a proper answer.
“Are you…are you gay or something?” You squinted at him, trying to squeeze out the truth from him. “I won’t judge you or anything-”
“No, no, it’s quite complicated, really…” He readjusted his grey beanie before continuing to speak. “I’m not attracted to girls. And guys. I’m not attracted to anyone, really.” Oh.
“And they’ve been harassing you about that?” You caught on quickly enough, recalling how hurt Reggie looked when Jughead told him he was getting laid. I will never understand boys and their over-inflated egos, you sighed inwardly.
He nodded, looking, for a split second, as if he was going to say something, but he didn’t. “Well hey, at least your plan worked!” You nudged him optimistically, coaxing a small smile from him, just the faintest twitch of the corner of his lips you were kissing a few minutes ago. “I’m cool with platonic kissing.”
He quirked an eyebrow at you. “This doesn’t mean I’m attracted to you or anything, I just…” You gave up trying to justify your words. “You’re not…you’re okay, I guess.” You mumbled feebly.
“Well, the feeling is mutual, (Y/N).” Jughead smiled, a proper smile, one you’ve never ever seen before. “If I had to choose a girl to willingly kiss for the rest of my school year, it would be you.”
“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” You grinned, before both of you burst into laughter.
Yeah, I know I’m a Supernatural fanfiction account but like a lot of people on Tumblr, we were thrust into the world of Riverdale when we watched it, so it’s understandable.
If you like Supernatural (especially Rob Benedict/Chuck Shurley/Gabriel/Richard Speight Jr) then you can go check out my masterlist. If you want more of Jughead one-shots like this, feel free to request me anything that isn’t smut because I respect ace (aroace?) Jughead (c’mon guys, it’s canon). All you gotta do is send me an ask!
Here are Type: Null and Silvally. Very intriguing Pokemon. Type: Null was shown a LONG time ago, but not until the reveal of Silvally did we really gain any insight into what was happening with them. Still very mysterious!
are so much more
than my minuscule mind can process
As an irreversible catalyst
In an unpredicted reaction
Unstable, inequality of as-yet unattained equilibrium
(Me, that is)
(You transform it)-
What’s to precipitate this
Glorious essential elemental mess
into a simplistic reactant/product equation
Or more aptly,
matter[s] in representation?
Or is it more accurately
calculated reformative reduction?
Are we gradually inevitably conducted
and integrally inducted into
a universal unity
was merely an ends to
the ultimate beginning?
Singular to consider,
Of the unknown
may act in unproven
Inexpressible & empirically untestable
Yet, don’t despair of it
Excited beyond former capacity
of ‘forced/artificial’ nuclear familiarity
But the fallout
-while just detritus
of a far greater calamity-
Forms the shadow’d outline
Imprinted of & on our being
in an instant revelation
its chaotic temporary status
Drawing to its final devastation
To reverse the course of nature
Aries in the 7th - attracts/is attracted to partners that bring out the life in them. assertive partners, competitive partners. may have pushy and aggressive partners. relationships can consist of arguments and confrontations. a partner that is strong-willed, childlike, spontaneous, self-sufficient, protective, and highly sexual. an independent partner.
Taurus in the 7th - attracts/is attracted to partners that are stable, reliable, loyal and secure. a partner that will stick with you through everything. someone more down to earth, practical and perhaps good with money. someone that cares more about material things so it can compliment you well. a sensual, realistic, grounded partner that can bring more sensuality to the relationship. someone possessive.
Gemini in the 7th - attracts/is attracted to partners that stimulate your mind. someone that likes fresh starts, and can give you a strong mental connection. you fall in love with your mind. someone not very possessive and will not restrict your freedom or limit you at all. someone that can show you new things and can hold a solid conversation with you. a partner with similar interests, and can show you new interests as well. someone that brings variety into the relationship.
A friend got me watching Mushishi. I drew a Ginko with Ginko leaves (in a random weird intense-eyed grabby hands pose??) while watching an episode. Really good anime!! Super cool! This mysterious one eyed chainsmoking high-level snufkin-vagabond man is My Type so much it’s embarrassing.
He’s no damsel in distress. Sure, he gets himself in over his head, but the man is smart and fast. He will think of as many options as he can, and when dealing with the supernatural, loopholes are his forte. Vivi can handle direct confrontation, Arthur is the one coming at it from the side where it wasn’t expected.
He’s brave, but not your typical brave. His courage is the kind born of loyalty, of caring so much about his friends that he does what needs doing, even if his knees are knocking.
He can become immune to terrifying things through a string of situations gradually getting more intense. After a while, he could look a demon in the eye without flinching because, “Look, I dealt with a high-level god last month, you’re going to have to do better than that to freak me out at this point.”
Will not give up. Has temporary lapses when under extreme duress (excessive exhaustion, generally), but a little rest and he’s back at trying to figure out or fix the situation the team is in.
Not the “leader” of the group but also not a hapless tag-along by any means. Highly functional contributor to the group. Sometimes takes the reins in situations where he has more expertise or knowledge of what’s happening, but considers Vivi the official leader of the Mystery Skulls and defers to her.
Major flaws tend to be anger, guilt, or envy. Also pushing himself too hard (to the breaking point), taking all responsibility whether it’s his to take or not.
honestly I’m not feeling all too good at the moment but at least I’m not running a blog tearing apart a kids cartoon show because you disagree with the morality of the child protagonist who was written for children