You know what’s the worst thing about somebody breaking up with you? It’s when you remember how little you thought about the people you broke up with and you realize that is how little they’re thinking of you. You know, you’d like to think you’re both in all this pain but they’re just like “Hey, I’m glad you’re gone”.
<b>Phil:</b> I still haven't figured out a name for our son :/<p/><b>Dan:</b> Oh but I've already named him<p/><b>Phil:</b> really? wha-<p/><b>Dan:</b> no, shrek, don't touch that you'll get hurt, son<p/></p>
do some of u ever think about the fact that frank and gerard are real married men? like ummmm… ship it all u want but to say theyre ‘still in love with each other’ and to act like their wives are just fillers / the reason they ‘broke up’ / people u should hate purely for being married to them is fucking disgusting? and disrespectful as fuck.
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“God, how are you this perfect?” You smiled and made grabby hands at Tom. He handed the plastic bag over to you and you continued to smile as you saw that the bag was filled with all your favorite snacks. Tom shrugged off his jacket and put his headphones back into the pocket. He glanced over as he heard you removing items from the bag.
“One of those Sour Patch Kids is mine, by the way.” He hopped onto the bed and turned to cuddle into your thigh. Considering you had both taken this Saturday as your lazy day – you had both spent the morning making breakfast and then lounging around drinking from your mugs – you were still in your favorite sweats. And you both were proud of the fact that neither of you had had the urge to shower yet.
prompt: While Jughead thinks about how happier Betty looks with Archie after months of their split, Betty thinks about how happier she was with Jughead.
Hey! I started writing this with your prompt in mind but it’s not exactly what you asked for. I hope you like it anyway.
A/N: Jughead doesn’t live with Archie in this prompt because it wouldn’t really fit.
“I’m sorry, Jug, I didn’t know who else to call.” Veronica said as she stood in the doorway of her penthouse apartment, holding the door open for Jughead Jones.
“What about her boyfriend?” Jughead mumbled.
“Jughead, first off, you broke up with her two months ago. Secondly, you know Betty and Archie aren’t dating. So shut up and help me.” Veronica said pointedly, then nodded her head behind her.
They ambled into the living room where Betty was slumped back in what had to be the most uncomfortable position.
“Oh God,” Betty mumbled as she saw Jughead walk into the room.
“Ready to go there, Princess?” Jughead said sarcastically.
Betty didn’t say anything, just slumped further down in the sofa.
“Help me get her up?” Veronica asked Jughead.
He nodded, then slung one of Betty’s arms over his shoulder. Veronica did the same, then hoisted Betty onto her feet.
Immediately, Betty swayed forward, then towards Jughead’s shoulder.
“Shit, Veronica, how much did you let her drink?!” Jughead said, his eyebrows furrowing.
“We had one glass of wine each. She tells me after she’s done drinking it that she took two allergy pills earlier. Apparently she didn’t know you can’t mix the two or you get thoroughly fucked up.”
“How am I supposed to get her home like this?”
“I’m fine, Jughead.” Betty said suddenly, steadying herself.
“Can you walk?” Jughead cocked an eyebrow.
Betty took a breath, taking an unsteady step forward.
She swayed on her feet but caught herself, then took another step. “Yes,” She said uncertainly.
“See?” Veronica piped up. “She can lean on you and make it home just fine.”
Jughead muttered some curse words under his breath, then gripped Betty around her waist, holding her up.
“What was that?” Veronica smirked as she walked ahead of them towards the door.
“Nothing,” Jughead muttered, keeping focus on holding Betty upright.
“Thanks again, Juggie.” Veronica smiled sweetly and Jughead pulled Betty out the door.
“You owe me big time.” Jughead called behind him as he walked towards the elevator.
He heard a laugh as Veronica closed the door.
Betty and Jughead rode the elevator silently. Swaying and gripping and grumbling and hiccuping half way through the walk to Betty’s, but no words.
Betty stumbled forward, tripping over her feet. Jughead caught her easily, grabbing her arm and gripping her her ribs to keep her steady.
“Ow,” Betty complained. “Jughead you’re hurting my side.”
Jughead loosened his grip on Betty’s waist. “Sorry,” He muttered.
“About time you apologized.” Betty murmured sarcastically.
Jughead was dumbfounded. “What?”
“You’ve owed me an apology for months!”
“What are you talking about?!” Jughead protested. He lifted his hands in exasperation before remembering he was literally holding Betty upright.
He placed his hands back on Betty’s body and sighed. The street light they were under flickered.
“You broke my heart!” Betty yelled at him, swaying as she did so.
“Well you broke mine too!” Jughead yelled right back, keeping Betty steady as they walked.
“What are you talking about?” Betty muttered. “You’re the one who broke up with me!” The wind picked up, tousling their hair.
“Yeah, because I was protecting you not because I stopped loving you.” Jughead lamented.
“Protecting me? Protecting me from what?” Betty asked sadly. The moon was bright above them.
“From… myself.” Jughead muttered. “Anyway, that’s not the point.” Jughead gripped the back of Betty’s shirt more tightly. “The point is, two weeks after we broke up, you started dating Archie.”
Betty started laughing - actually full-on cackling in the middle of the street - and fell out of Jughead’s grip, landing on her knees on the pavement.They heard a car horn a few blocks away.
“You think I’m dating Archie?”
“I know you’re dating Archie.” Jughead said as he helped Betty to her feet.
“I’m not dating him. Ver - Veronica -” Betty stumbled over her words. “-made me and him go out for milksh-shakes after two weeks of me wallowing in my room and not eating after you dumped me. She thought it would help. I cried through our entire thing, realized I loved him as a brother and haven’t seen him outside of school since. So please, Jug, tell me how Archie and I are dating.”
Jughead was at a loss for words for a moment. “But I saw you two sitting in a booth smiling.” Jughead muttered.
“It was probably during the five seconds I stopped crying when Archie told me you were an idiot for dumping me.” Betty murmured as they continued to walk, almost at her house.
“And at school you’re always… talking and laughing.” Jughead mumbled.
“I talk and laugh with Veronica, am I dating her too?” Betty asked sarcastically.
“Alright, I’m an idiot for letting you go, Betty, I know. I did think you had moved on to Archie though.” Jughead stated as he helped Betty cross the street towards her house.
“Why didn’t you just a-ask him?”
“I haven’t been talking to many people since we broke up, Betty. He’s been kind of mad at me.” Jughead said as he walked Betty up her driveway.
“I thought you broke up with me because you stopped loving me,” Betty murmured sadly, walking up her stairs slowly.
“I miss you every day, Betty.” Jughead said as they climbed the last stair.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Betty said as she looked up into Jughead’s eyes.
“Because you deserve so much more.” Jughead whispered. He cleared his throat, then let Betty’s shirt go. “Can you make it up from here?”
Betty swayed on her feet. “Yeah, I guess.” She said sadly. She reached for the doorknob but drifted towards the bushes.
“Whoa there,” Jughead murmured, catching Betty before she fell. “I’ll help you upstairs, lets go.” He said quietly.
Betty opened the front door, slipping her shoes off in the entrance way.
After a comical but daunting walk up the stairs, Jughead helped Betty pad down the hall to her bedroom without making too much noise.
He pushed open her bedroom door, moonlight illuminating her room. Jughead made sure to not turn on the light, not wanting to draw attention to the two of them in her bedroom, from down the hall or across the yard.
“Alright, under your covers. Take your jeans off so you’re comfortable. You good?” Jughead asked quietly so as not to wake her parents.
“Wait, Jughead.” Betty said as she rested her head on her pillow, her eyes closing slightly, moonlight from outside making her skin glow.
“What is it?”
“Will you rub my back like you used to?” Betty asked sleepily.
Jughead sighed. “I-”
“Please, Jughead?” Betty whispered. “Just until I fall asleep?” She yawned.
Jughead pushed his shoes off his feet, placing his long legs on the bed to get more comfortable.
He gently started to rub Betty’s back, circling delicate patterns against her clothing. He propped his head up with the other hand, leaning closely to her body.
“Why couldn’t you just let yourself be happy, Jug?” Betty sighed. “I know you were happy, and I was happy. It was the first time you were happy in a long time, so…” Betty trailed off, breathing hard into her pillow.
“Because I’m an idiot,” Jughead said to himself, assuming Betty had fallen asleep.
He continued to trace circles into Betty’s back. This was the first time he had touched her in months. It was like giving an addict his fix - he was craving her.
“I don’t know what I was thinking. Well, I do. I thought I was protecting you from a life you didn’t deserve. You deserved better, Betty, better than I could give you. I thought you’d move on. But I.. I -”
“I love you, Jug.” Betty whispered, facing away from him, her breathing even.
Is she awake, or is she asleep? Jughead thought to himself. How much of this will she even remember?
“I love you too,” He whispered. He set his head down, planning on resting for a moment before going home.
Jughead heard birds chirping. He felt his hand embraced in someone else’s. He knew he had had the most pleasant sleep in a long time.
Someone was curved against his body, his chest against a back, a mess of blonde hair in his face.
“Ahem,” Alice Cooper cleared her throat the next morning as sunlight streamed into the room. “What’s going on here?”
Jughead sat up immediately, almost falling off the bed as he did so.
Betty stirred from the sudden lack of contact, cool air pooling where his body heat once was.
She yawned and stretched, not yet realizing the situation.
“Elizabeth,” Her mother hissed from the doorway.
Betty’s eyes shot open. She slowly craned her neck towards the doorway.
“Mom?” She asked, sitting up. She looked to see if Jughead was still beside her. He was.
“Do you care to explain yourselves?” She growled.
Betty took a deep breath. “Veronica called Jughead to get me last night. I wasn’t feeling well. I… I fainted and Jughead was kind enough to walk me home. He fell asleep. I mean, you can see, we have clothes on.”
“Downstairs in five minutes.” Alice muttered as she left the room.
As they heard her steps retreating, Betty sat back, sighing. “God my throat hurts.” She whispered.
Jughead stood up. “How much of last night do you remember?” He asked warily.
“All of it. I know I was out of my mind with the stupid allergy pills and wine but I remember everything.”
“You do?” Jughead said, sitting back down suddenly.
“Three and a half minutes!” Alice called from downstairs.
“I do. And I love you, Jughead, and I always will, and I don’t know what you want to do about it now, but -”
Jughead cut her off, leaning across the bed and pressing his mouth softly against hers.
“I’m so fucking sorry that I hurt you Betty. But I love you, too. And nobody knows how to love you like I do, and nobody ever will, and I promise to never, ever do anything like that again if you say you’ll take me back.” Jughead murmured urgently.
“I will, I do, I love you, too.” Betty whispered as she leaned forward to kiss Jughead once more.
So, you two lovebirds work it out yet? A text message read on Jughead’s phone.
You’re an evil genius, Veronica Lodge. Jughead typed back quickly, smiling down at his phone.
Then, Thank you. He added quickly.
You’re welcome. But if you really want to thank me, you’ll bring me flowers Monday morning.
Jughead laughed and placed his phone back in his pocket as he walked down the street. This was the best he had felt in two months.
A/N: This is the first imagine from the prompt list. The imagine is based on this prompt 19. reader and character are keeping their relationship
lowkey but soon everyone starts asking about the hickies on their
and Jeff have been going out for a very long time but you both
decided that it would be best to keep it a secret. The both of you
were worried about what people at school would say because there have
been people who broke up with each other because someone started a
stupid rumor about the one of the two. Of course it was hard to keep
your relationship a secret because there were a lot of girls who
flirted with Jeff and you got jealous really easy lucky for you Jeff
knew that and always send you a text not to worry because you are his
one and only. Lately it had been harder and harder to keep it a
secret because the two of you just couldn’t keep your hands of off
each other lately and both of you were just covered in hickies. Lucky
for you could cover them up with make up but sometimes you could
still see them.
my god Y/N what is that on your neck?” Jessica asked looking at
your neck with worry.
um I just burned myself with my curling iron this morning.” You
said putting your hand over it.
you sure it’s not a hickey?” Sheri asked with a smirk.
I’m sure. Also I don’t even have a boyfriend were would I get a
hickey from.” You said kind of scared that they were gonna find
don’t have a boyfriend and I have some hickies.” She said with a
well good for you Sheri but it’s not a hickey.” You said looking
down at the table.
school you and Jeff were hanging out at his house. You were laying on
his bed making out when he started to kiss your neck and nibble on
your skin a little.
stop.” You said pushing him away a little.
I’m sorry did I do something wrong?” He asked worried.
no you didn’t it’s just we really should be more careful.” You
said sitting up.
did someone ask something?” He asked sitting next to you.
noticed the hickey you gave me and asked me what happened I said I
just burned my neck with a curling iron and she seemed to buy it but
Sheri didn’t.” You said looking at him.
I wasn’t so lucky either. Zach noticed my hickey and just told
everyone that I hooked up with someone I didn’t even have time to
explain.” He said looking down.
we should just tell people about us.” You said looking down.
don’t know Y/N I don’t want us to break up.” He said rubbing
the back of his neck.
don’t either but do you really think we would break up because of a
stupid rumor. We both know better then to believe rumor’s.” You
said looking at him.
but still with how people talk about those rumors you just start to
believe it you know.” He said looking at you with worry.
I know you would never do anything to hurt me and you know that I
would never hurt you. What if we just promise not to believe anything
we hear and if we hear anything we just immediately go to one another
and just ask each other about it. I just can’t hide us anymore I
want people to know we are together.” You said holding his hand.
want people to know we are together too. I’m sick and tired of
hearing Bryce talking about you in a really creepy way. Fine let’s
do it tomorrow we just walk into school hand in hand and let everyone
know we’re together.” He said smiling at you.
smiled and leaned in to kiss him. He immediately kissed back and
pushed you a little so that you were laying down again.
means we don’t need to be careful with hickies anymore.” He said
with a smirk.
So as a fast update: I’m going to Las Vegas tonight to cheer on friends at EVO for Guilty Gear. I’ve been working every day for the past 3 months. And have decided to quit the second job soon to do art. I got equipment now to do speed paintings and tutorials.
- its past five on a Friday night at home with tom. you guys are having a really chilled out, quiet night in and just enjoying the fact you guys are at home and with each other.
- you’re scrolling through your instagram when tom plops himself down beside you on the couch, dropping his head into your lap. he’s quiet so you just continue your thing but drop your free hand down to slide your fingers through his thick hair.
- tom sighs and closes his eyes, leaning into your touch. he loves that he can just sit with you in comfortable silence, nothing but the sound of your breathing and tessa’s snores from her little bed in the corner. after a while, though, tom starts to get restless and little bit needy for your attention.
- he tried getting your attention by poking you in the thigh, but you ignore him figuring that he was just trying to annoy you. he gets a little frustrated so he grabs your hand places it on his cheek and licks a long line up your arm. you almost throw your phone in shock at the sudden wet feeling, a high-pitched squeal escaping you.