Description: (requested) Reader is too shy to tell Jughead about her feelings, so Veonica and Betty take matters in to their own hands (mostly Veronica)
Warnings: Swears, fluff so much fluff I couldn’t even deAL
Being in love with your best friend isn’t easy. It feels taboo, like it’s wrong, and unhealthy. You’ll lay awake at ungodly hours of the night, wondering “How did this happen?” You’ll replay every moment of every waking minute you spent with them, wondering how in the world you ended up lying on your floor with an empty bowl of ramen beside your head and imagining what it would feel like to kiss them. You’ll catch yourself admiring the tiniest insignificant things about them, and every detail of their stupidly cute face, and every indent and curve and freckle on their body, and let me tell you, it sucks. Falling in love with your best friend isn’t easy, especially when your best friend is Jughead Jones.
Nursey was sitting at his desk, trying to get through a paper on the importance of sewers in Les Mis, when Dex slammed open their door, marched straight for their bunk beds, and flopped down face first onto Nursey’s bottom bunk.
Nursey was a bit too surprised to protest. Instead, he stared at Dex for a long moment, more confused than anything, before Dex said, “I’m done,” into Nursey’s pillow, and Nursey blinked.
He glanced back at his paper for a moment, before he spun in his desk chair to face Dex entirely, as he prompted, “Done with…?” expecting to hear Dex complain about an assignment, or his family, or the particularly hard practice they’d had that morning, and more or less ready for it. He had a few things he wanted to complain about as well, and Dex was always a good person to complain with.
However, instead of saying any of that, Dex said, “I’m never dating anybody ever again,” and it left Nursey even more confused than he’d been before.
Still, Dex didn’t offer up any more information on the topic so, after a moment, Nursey asked, “Are you… dating somebody?” sounding more incredulous than he’d meant to, but apparently not enough to earn him a glare from Dex.
Instead, Dex’s face stayed pressed into Nursey’s pillow as he said, “Was, Nurse. We just broke up,” and Nursey felt like the entire world had tilted on its axis.
that one scene is dear Evan Hansen where we all cry,,
I’m not doing this, I’m done
You can’t just stop now
There’s no way I can live with this anymore
What about my parents?
No more emails
How can you do this to them?
No more Connor project, no more orchard
After everything they’ve done for you…they need you.
need me for what, for me to keep lying to them?
That lie’s is the only thing that is keeping them together
That’s not- that’s not true.
Oh really? So they seemed like a pretty happy family when you met them?
I don’t wanna lie anymore!
What about Zoe?
Zoe said she just- she wants me.
Yes, yes- she likes me for who I am-
Except you didn’t happen to mention that everything you’ve told her, it’s all been one big fucking lie, did you? No you left that part out.
So then what.. Um.. What if I did her the truth.
She’ll hate you.
No, no, no- maybe she’d understand- Maybe everyone will understand.
Everyone will hate you
Not if I could just-not if I could just explain it
You’ll be right back to where you started
No. No, no, no, I’m done with this. stop
With no more friends, nobody, nothing. At all.
I’m ready to be done with it!
If you really believe that then why are you standing here talking to yourself? Again. You think you’re going to turn around, all of a sudden and start telling everyone the truth. You can’t even tell yourself the truth.
What are you talking about?
How’d you break your arm? How’d you break your arm, Evan?
Really is that what happened?
Yes! I was just- I lost my grip and then I just.. I fell so..
Did you fall? Or did you let go? …you can get rid of me whenever you want. You can get rid of all of it; the Connor project, the orchard. But then all that you’re going to be left with…Is you. End of May or early June, this picture perfect afternoon we shared. Drive the winding country rode, grab a scoop at alamode and then, we’re there.
Eve and Persephone met,
and it was the dynamic duo of the century.
Eve and the apple that cursed so much like
Snow White’s fairy tale, only there was no
prince on a white horse here. There was just
a bite mark in the shape of a heart. A loose
tooth breaking free, falling to the ground,
leaving Eve with a bloody mouth and a taste
that could only be mistaken for freedom.
Persephone and her pomegranate, the juice
down her chin, how easily it could have been
mistaken for the fresh blood of an animal.
Instead of breadcrumbs, she tossed the
pigeons seeds, bloated them full of sticky
The men were the saints,
and these women were our sinners.
God was all man.
The angels, the adoring fans,
they were our girls. If you did
wrong, your wings were robbed in
your sleep. This was what we were
told to worship.
Eve said, “He gave me a mind of my own
but never meant for me to think for myself.
My appetite could not even be my own.”
Persephone said, “I was just a little girl.
He grabbed me from behind and they all
said I should love him because he’s a God.”
Eve and Persephone said,
“They told me I was just a girl,
nothing Godly about that.
I wanted to know why I couldn’t be both.”
Eve and Persephone met,
and nobody was ready for what happened next.