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Things I Believe to be True

EDWARD NYGMA IS IN LOVE WITH OSWALD CHESTERFIELD COBBLEPOT

ISABELLA HAD A PURPOSE WE WILL FIND OUT SOON OKAY

HARLEY QUINN SHOULD REALLY BE A NEW CHARACTER YEAH

BABS AND TABS SHOULD BE A THING 100% (SORRY BUTCH)

OSWALD COBBLEPOT IS BEAUTIFUL 

SELINA IS AMAZING I’M GLAD THEY HAD THE CATS SAVE HER LIKE IN BATMAN RETURNS

IVY IS A PRECIOUS PLANT GODDESS I HOPE SHE GETS HER PLANT POWERS NEXT SEASON

WE NEED MORE ZSASZ DUH

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“Even in another life I would choose you, Lou.”


- By: Lana Rose x
[Credits: Rosketch ♡]

okay but what about a fic where nursey plays for the new york islanders and dex plays for the new york rangers so they lowkey have a rivalry going on there and they just… always run into each other outside of hockey? like they run into each other grocery shopping and walking their dogs and at bars and stuff? and it goes from being awkward to weird to chill as they go from being rivals to friends to people who lowkey constantly flirt with each other? and like it definitely features dex hating new york and missing home and nursey being like ‘nah bro this is home’ and showing him around and idk i kinda wanna write this

Kiwi

Originally posted by elizabethccoper

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: (Y/N) drags Jughead along to the “club with shitty security.”

Warnings: underage drinking

Word count: 2,176

A/N: here is the first “drabble” for this series, which will eventually all build up to a dramatic part 2!! Hope you enjoy, I had so much fun writing this one!


She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes
Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect
And all the boys, they were saying they were into it
Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

“Jesus,” (Y/N) moaned as she flopped onto Jughead’s bed.  “That was a fucking long week.”

“Who knew a writing internship could be this physically exhausting?” Jughead agreed, sitting next to her.  “At least we have the weekend to relax.”

“Yeah,” she nodded, rubbing the white hotel sheets between her fingers.  “How would you like to unwind this weekend, Mr. Jones?”

“Well, Ms. (Y/L/N),” Jughead smiles coyly, “last week I got to choose, and we ended up at Central Park. I believe it’s your turn to choose.”

“Okay,” (Y/N) responded, then fell into silence as she debated what to do.  Jughead watched her with a smile as she bit her lip, eyes furrowed in concentration.

“You’re taking this very seriously,” he noted, laughing at her intense facial expression.  

Her face loosened from its focused state.  “This is serious business, Jug,” she stated as seriously as she could.  “If this ends up being not being relaxing enough, we’ll go back on Monday feeling like absolute shit.  And then it’ll make next week even longer and more exhausting.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Jughead raised his hands in mock surrender.  “This is a matter of life and death.”

“Exactly,” (Y/N) said. She retreated back into silence as she contemplated how they would spend their weekend.  “I got it!” she exclaimed after a few minutes of thought.  

Jughead raised an eyebrow. “What are we gonna do?” he asked, a small smirk forming on his face.

(Y/N)’s face exploded into a giant grin.  “We’re gonna go clubbing.”

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it

“Are you serious?” Jughead demanded, eyes widening.  

(Y/N) nodded, not showing any signs of joking around.  “Of course I’m serious.  What better way to unwind than to get some alcohol in your system?”

“What if we get caught?” he questioned.  “(Y/N), this could fuck up our internship.”

If we get caught,” she winked.  “Jug, it’ll be fine.  I went there once before you arrived here.  It’s really not too bad, and there’s no way that anyone will find out.”

“How do you know that?” Jughead pressed.  “How do you know someone from the building won’t be there and see us?  Or maybe a bar fight will break out and the cops will show up, and they’ll notice we’re there.  How do you know it’ll be okay?”

“Jughead Jones,” (Y/N) placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, ending his tangent, “it will be okay. Listen, if you don’t wanna go, that’s fine.  I can go on my own.”  She stood up from the bed and grabbed her phone.  “I’m gonna go get ready.  Just text me if you change your mind.”  She exited his hotel room, leaving Jughead alone with his doubts.

Of course he didn’t want to go clubbing.  He was, after all, an antisocial weirdo who didn’t even like going to clubs.  Putting his internship as risk was just the cherry on top.  But then he started thinking about (Y/N) on her own, and he grew worried about the kind of people who lurk out in the New York streets on Friday nights.  If he wasn’t with her, who knew what could happen.

That, Jughead decided, was worth risking his internship for.  He quickly picked up his phone, and his thumbs tapped out a text.  He read it aloud right before he hit send: “Fuck it, let’s go clubbing.”

It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
Oh, I think she said, “I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business.
I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business (it’s none of your, it’s none of your).
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business.
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your, it’s none of your.”

“I’m glad you changed your mind.”  (Y/N) stood at his door an hour later, sporting a little black dress.  She looked him up and down, evaluating the clothes he changed into.  “Nice outfit.”

“You as well,” Jughead returned the compliment, slowly closing the door behind him.  “Shall we go?”  He offered his arm to her, which she gladly accepted.  

The New York streets were equally, if not more, busy during the nighttime.  There were crowds of people maneuvering past each other on the sidewalks, some of the tipsier people practically dancing to the song of blaring car horns.  (Y/N)’s steps grew bouncier as they neared the club.

“I know this isn’t your scene,” she whispered to Jughead, “so thank you for coming.”  

Jughead looked down at her, shocked.  “How do you know it’s not my scene?” he asked indignantly.  “Maybe I actually love clubbing.”

(Y/N) burst out into laughter.  “Yeah sure, and maybe I actually love running marathons,” she sarcastically retorted. Then she became serious.  “Listen, Jug, I know you.  You’re my friend.  I figured that it wasn’t just the risk underage drinking imposes on our internship that turned you off from clubbing.  So thank you for coming with me.”

“In my defense,” Jughead stated, “the only reason I came is so that you won’t get mugged.”

“Well thanks for that,” (Y/N) bent her head back with laughter, “but I could totally handle myself.”

“You could not!”

“Yeah I could!” she defended herself.  “I could totally beat up someone.”

“No you wouldn’t,” he scoffed.  “You’re way too weak.  You get tired at a writing internship.”

“Touché.”

It’s New York, baby, always jacked up
Holland Tunnel for a nose, it’s always backed up
When she’s alone, she goes home to a cactus
In a black dress, she’s such an actress

(Y/N) batted her eyelashes at the doubtful bouncer.  

“You two don’t look twenty-one,” he stated, his voice low and gruff.  

“And you don’t look a day over thirty,” she winked at the obviously in-his-forties man.  

He only rolled his eyes. “Look, miss, I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but drinking under the age of twenty-one is illegal,” he sarcastically explained.

“I’m not a ditz,” she snapped.  “Besides, we’re not here to drink, we’re here to dance.”  She glanced over at Jughead and nudged him in the side.  “Right, Jug?”

“Right,” he immediately replied.  Satisfied, (Y/N) put her hands on her hips as she turned to face the bouncer.

“See?” she said. “Just here to dance.”

“Fine,” the bouncer huffed. “But only for this one time. You’re not getting in here again until you both turn twenty-one.”

“Thank you, sir,” (Y/N) cooed, sending him a smile.  She grabbed Jughead’s hand as she led him inside, the music growing louder.  “I told you it’d be fine,” she yelled over the music.

Jughead shook his head. “We almost got caught,” he yelled back.

“But we didn’t!” she reminded him.

“I’m starting to second guess this decision,” he groaned, but still allowed (Y/N) to yank him over to the bar.  “I thought we weren’t getting any alcohol.”

“Oh, sweetie, you believed me?” (Y/N) giggled.  “I came here to get tipsy, Jug.  I’m not stupid, so I’m obviously not gonna order my drinks here at the bar.  Wait for them to start sending waitresses out onto the dance floor.  You just drop some cash on their tray and take a drink.  It’s simple.”

“This is insane!”

(Y/N) laughed loudly and winked.  “But don’t lie, you like it!”

Driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
Oh, I think she said, “I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business.
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business (it’s none of your, it’s none of your).
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business.
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your, it’s none of your.”

“Take a shot,” (Y/N) commanded, holding up two shot glasses, one further towards Jughead.  

He furiously shook his head. “No way,” he replied, swatting it away. “It’s bad enough you dragged me here. You’re not getting me drunk.”

“First of all, Jug, you dragged yourself here,” (Y/N) reminded him.  She quickly took her shot.  “And second, lighten up.  If you’re having such a bad time here, then you can either leave, or,” she inched the second shot glass a little closer to him, “you can get tipsy and actually have a good time.”

Jughead rolled his eyes and shook his head again.  “No,” he refused.  “No way.”

“Aw come on, Jug,” she whined, sticking out her lower lip.  “Just one shot?”

Jughead hesitated for a moment, eyeing the shot glass.  “No.”

“You hesitated,” (Y/N) pointed out.

“No I didn’t,” he argued. “I’m not drinking anything except soda and water here, (Y/N).  Think of me as your designated driver.”

“Jughead, we walked here.”

“Then I’m your designated walker,” he shrugged.  “You and I both know you’ll be too drunk to walk properly.”

“One shot is barely gonna get you tipsy,” she countered, still holding the glass out towards him. “Come on, Jug, let loose.  Have a bit of fun.”

“I am plenty fun when I’m sober,” he defended himself.  

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Sure you are.”

“You know what? Fine.”  Jughead snatched the shot glass out of (Y/N)’s hand, ignoring the growing smirk on her face.  “Just one shot, though.”  He quickly took the shot and handed the empty glass back to (Y/N).  “Happy?”

(Y/N) laughed as she walked towards the dance floor, “Very!”

She sits beside me like a silhouette
Hard candy dripping on me ‘til my feet are wet
And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it
It’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this

Two hours into the night, (Y/N) was drunkenly dancing with strangers.  She, with her magical powers of persuasion, managed to convince Jughead to have a few drinks.  He wasn’t nearly as drunk as (Y/N) was, but he was definitely tipsier than he expected. However tipsy he was, though, there was no way (Y/N) would be able to drag Jughead onto the dance floor.

He watched from the sidelines as she danced with some guy who was definitely older than her.  She, in her joyously drunken state, didn’t seem to mind.  His hands were on her waist, and Jughead watched as they slowly inched down towards her ass.

“Hey!” he yelled, storming onto the dance floor.  (Y/N) and the man’s heads snapped to look at him.  “Hands off of her, buddy.”  The guy rolled his eyes as he held up his hands in mock-surrender.

“Whatever, dude,” he scoffed as he walked off.  

(Y/N) grinned at Jughead, causing him to send her a confused glance.  “You’re on the dancefloor,” she noted.

Jughead rolled his eyes. “Only to protect you.”

“How sweet,” she cooed, grabbing his hand.  “Since you’re here, let’s dance.”  

Jughead tried to pull her in the opposite direction.  “Let’s not.”

“Aw come on, Jug,” she pouted, too drunk to resist his tugs.  “You haven’t danced with me all night.”

Jughead glanced at the exit, and then he turned to face a moping (Y/N).  He rolled his eyes as he sighed, “Fine, but only one song and then we’re leaving.”

(Y/N)’s grin returned as she led him to the dance floor.  “It’s a deal.”

It’s none of your, it’s none of your
“I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business.”
“I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business” (it’s none of your, it’s none of your)
“I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business” (it’s none of your, it’s none of your)

“Come on, (Y/N), we’re almost there,” Jughead had his arm wrapped around her waist, her arm slung around his shoulders.  “I thought you’d be able to hold your alcohol better than that.”

“Maybe I just like it when you hold me like this,” (Y/N) flirtatiously whispered with a smirk.  Jughead ignored the butterflies in his stomach as he continued to trudge towards the hotel.

“Just a little bit further,” he muttered, practically dragging (Y/N) along next to him.  When they reached the hotel, they both stumbled into the elevator.  Jughead kept his arm firmly wrapped around her waist until they stood in front of her door.  “Can you make it into your room alright?” Jughead jokingly asked, but there was a bit of concern behind it.

“I’ll be fine, thank you, Jug,” (Y/N) laughed as she unwrapped her arm from around his shoulders. She walked into her room in a perfectly sober manner, causing Jughead to question if she really meant it when she said she liked it when he wrapped his arm around her waist.  Right before she shut her door, she winked at him, leaving a flabbergasted Jughead standing alone in the hotel hallway.

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