The other day I was flying out to visit my family, and when I was in line to board the plane I noticed this couple standing behind me bickering.
One of them whispered, “do you think they would let us on early for priority boarding if we tell them we’re gay? Because I’m super gay for you.”
And the other guy was trying to shush him as if he was afraid they’d be outed or something, which is funny because when I turned around to glance at them they were holding hands.
Not only were they holding hands, but one of them was a tall, dark-haired brunette wearing wire-rimmed glasses. The other was skinny and blond, and was wearing a long black button up jacket with a scarf that clearly was only meant for a fashion statement.
What I’m trying to say here is guys, I think I met Drarry at the airport, and I think it’s a sign.
I don’t know what kind of sign, but… you know what I mean.
I had a dream I drove all of my chemical romance to an eyebrow museum but I didn’t actually have a car we were all just walking in single file as i held a make believe steering wheel and every time frank tried to say we weren’t actually in a car everyone just simultaneously shushed him and carried on walking
“It’s pretty clear who ruined America - white people. I guess ruining Brooklyn was just a dry run. The Caucasian nation showed up in droves to vote for Trump, so I don’t want to hear a god damn word about black voter turnout. How many times do we expect black people to build our country for us?
Holy shit, and don’t try to distance yourself from the bad apples and say ‘it’s not my fault, I didn’t vote for him #NotAllWhitePeople.’ Shush shush shuuuuushhhhh. If Muslims have to take responsibility for every member of their community, then so do we. And oh, that does feel awful.”
Prompt from anon. Bughead in assembly and they’re sitting in
the back. Betty keeps reading Jughead’s writing over his shoulder until he gets
don’t bug me
He doesn’t even turn around, just shakes his head as his pen
flies over the notebook spread on his lap.
Betty rolls her eyes and nudges the back of his seat with
her knee. “Psst!”
Jughead’s pen stops scratching and he finally looks over his
shoulder, his jet black hair falling in a wave over his forehead from under his
“What?” He hisses, a little too loudly, and he gives a dirty
look when someone shushes him from the row in front of him.
“Whatcha writing?” She’s playing dumb because she knows full
well what he’s writing but he gets this cute little crease between his eyebrows
when they are furrowed in annoyance.
“Leave me alone,” he says without heat before turning back
around. She waits until she can see his pen moving furiously over the paper
before she taps him on the shoulder.
“Juggie…lemme see,” she whispers, her whole body leaning forward
so he’s the only one that can hear her. Everyone else is focused on Mr.
Weatherbee’s speech about proper lunchroom etiquette. Betty couldn’t care less
and obviously Jughead doesn’t either since she hasn’t seen him look up at the principal
once since he’s been on stage. “Juggie…”
“Not a chance,” he mumbles and she rolls her eyes.
“I know it’s your book,” she says, her neck arching to try
to catch a peek. “Come on, I won’t tell anyone what you say, I promise.”
“Bets,” he sighs and turns around, his face right in front
of hers because she didn’t have time to sit back. His eyes dart down her face
and back up again, just once quickly, before they settle onto her own. “No one
is reading this until it’s finished.”
“Why?” she whines. “It’s not like I’m in it so why can’t I
read a little?”
She watches in curiosity as Jughead’s cheeks darken, a blush
creeping over his face as he squirms a little in his seat.
“Juggie, am I in your book?”
He tries to shrug noncommittally but she knows she’s caught
him. “Maybe, I dunno. Does it matter?” He’s getting defensive and it’s one
thing to rile Jughead up. It’s a whole other ballgame to actually make him
“Sorry, Jughead,” she says when she sees that he’s actually
getting upset. “I’ll drop it.”
After the assembly is over, she makes her way to her locker
to drop her books before her next class. When she opens her locker door a
folded piece of lined paper floats down and lands at her feet.
She’s grinning as she reads his small slanted handwriting on
And even though the
girl next door could be pushy and a little annoying, he knew that one day she’d
break through his stubborn walls to find the man underneath. In a dark town
full of secrets and deceit she was an honest breath of fresh air. A shock of sunshine
against a pallor moon. Bright and unyielding gold to counter his somber blue.
Her teeth are digging into her bottom lip by the time she
finishes reading. She folds the paper carefully, clutches it to her chest for
just a second and tucks it into her history book before closing and locking the
Later on at Pop’s, when she slides into the booth next to
Jughead and across from Archie and Veronica, she’s wearing a smile so wide she’s
afraid she might break her face.
“What’s got you so happy?” Veronica asks with a smirk and
Betty reddens when the entire table looks her way.
“Nothing,” she shrugs, her eyes darting over to Jughead. “Just
happy, I guess.”
Jughead grins as he pops a fry in his mouth. “Always the
little ray of sunshine.”
Archie and Veronica both laugh before going back to their
conversation but Betty doesn’t miss the little smile that crosses Jughead’s
lips before he digs into his food.
She’s smiling herself as she takes a sip from the milkshake
that was waiting for her when she sat down and she knows he was the one to order it. She might be the gold to counter
his blue but she doesn’t need to break down his walls to find the man
I hear the front door open and close as I sit on my bed, in awe, watching my laptop screen intently. I flick from video to gif to photo to gif to my drink bottle. I knew Shawn’s ‘Flaunt Magazine’ photoshoot was coming out today but I must say, I was certainly not prepared for this. My jaw is basically in my lap as I look through the photos for what must be the hundredth time. “Y/N?” Shawn calls from downstairs. “Up here!” I yell, not taking my eyes off the beauty in front of me. As I see Shawn’s figure walking through the doorway, I finally lift my eyes off the screen. “H-” He begins but I put my hand up to shush him. “I am honestly lost for words. Like I just don’t know what to say right now.” I say, my mouth still agape. He furrows his brows in concern. “Have I done something?” He asks softly. I grab my laptop and turn it around for Shawn to view what I’ve been looking at all morning. His cheeks instantly flush and he pushes the computer away from his sight. “Wha-why?” He asks so obviously embarrassed about the situation. “Um maybe because I know how attractive you are normally but this is on a COMPLETE different level of like… fucking sexy!? And you said you weren’t sure it even went well!” I almost yell, completely exasperated, my hands waving around, unable to hide my love and appreciation for the shoot. Shawn places both hands on his face and falls onto the bed, burying his face in the duvet.