❝You’ve had your sights set on Kim Taehyung ever since you’ve moved into the apartment next door to him, the only problem is that your klutz gene makes it difficult to get within three feet of the boy before a freak accident of some sort occurs ❞
word count: 29k+
A/N: first of all i blame @bxebxee for the cumplay that occured in this hot mess, second of all IM SORRY its so long and third taehyung ended up a lot more… toxic than i anticipated so i wanted to warn against that and that i dont condone a lot of his actions/reactions or the toxicity of the relationship but its how his character and OC came out.
zimbits au wherein a run in with the lax bros leads to a run in with jack
Eric’s walking down the street, latte in one hand and
phone in the other, only a very little bit lost on his spontaneous scenic
detour to the library. He’s halfway through composing a tweet when several
air-horns blast in his direction at once.
He swears, jumps about a mile out of his skin, and
drops both his coffee and his phone.
The coffee, sadly, goes up before it comes down, and
manages to splash all over his front before spilling across his shoes too. He
quickly retrieves his phone from the pavement before it’s similarly attacked by
the travelling coffee, and checks it over for damage. He sighs out when he sees
it’s only a little scratched on the side of the case, and presses a palm to his
chest to try and calm the furious beating of his heart.
He looks over to the house across the way, out of
which several, men—actually, boys, Eric’s
going to call them after that stunt—are laughing at him, and high-fiving each
other. Eric flushes and screws his lips together, telling himself not to cry in
front of them, not to give them the satisfaction.
Eric looks behind him to see a moustached man flipping
the bird to the boys in the house across the street.
“Fuck off to your basement of inadequacy and wine
coolers, you absolute shitfuckers.”
The boys don’t take his advice, but rather, blast their
air-horns again which causes Eric to hunch up his shoulders.
“Hey, brah, you alright?” The man walks up to Eric and
looks him over. “Shit, dude. They got you good.”
Eric sighs out, trying to keep his composure. “It’s
alright. Thanks for telling them off.”
“Fucking LAX bros. I live for telling them off. Come
on inside and I’ll help you clean up.”
A/N: A small disagreement escalates into something Jughead regrets from the minute he says it. But in the time of need, good will always win.
“What about- “
“Y/N I AM BEGGING YOU!”
You put your hand on you hip, “There is actually no way in hell am I wearing that.”
Jughead sighed, “Why? What’s wrong with it?”
“You want me to tell you what’s wrong with wanting me to wear a Chewbacca outfit to a party that our whole year will be at?” You asked with raised eyebrows, not understanding where the hell your dumbass boyfriend got that idea from.
“Well, we can’t both be Han Solo!” He defended, throwing his hands in the air as if it was obvious.
You scoffed. This was the biggest party in your whole social life, you looked forward to it every year. It was hosted by the one and only Cheryl Blossom and the rule was: no fancy dress = no entrance. The past years you had outdone yourself, staring off with Jasmine from Aladdin, followed by a hippie with the full flower-power theme the next, and last year you topped it off with dressing as Bellatrix Lestrange. Now this time around, you had to do even better, which meant definitely not wearing the Chewbacca costume that Jughead wanted you to.
He had brought up the idea moments ago, you were currently at lunch in the student common room, surrounded by the usual group of Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, Jughead and yourself. The people you called your “best friends” all had different reactions to Jugheads couple costume idea. Veronica was looking shocked at the thought of you wearing a furry-onesie to the highest social class event of the year, Kevin nodding and agreeing with her argument that she was loudly spreading to the rest of the group. Archie was in deep conversation with Jughead about the style of his costume and planning a trip the town costume shop for a plastic gun to take royal place as Han Solos weapon. And Betty was in awe at the ‘adorable’ thought of a couple-costume.
You on the other hand, thought it was preposterous.
“Sorry to burst your bubble Juggie,” you shrugged sarcastically, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “but I would rather get a sticky maple from Chuck than wear a Chewbacca costume in public…or ever.”
Little did you know, that once you had said your final word and started to have a conversation with Veronica about your actual costume, Jugheads’ heart sunk. He was excited about this, the first time he wanted to do something publicly to show that you were his, and you had turned down his idea.
All he wanted to do was show the other guys that nobody was to touch you.
Looking up from your conversation with Ronnie, you noticed your boyfriend’s sunken eyes that were focused on the floor. He couldn’t be that affected by a simple costume, could he? It was just a costume, a silly outfit that he was taking way to personally to heart.
Jughead looked up and met your loving eyes with a cold stare. “Fine, you would rather have a fun time with Chuck, then he can take you to the party.” Jughead stated aggressively.
You were stunned, and as were the others it seemed because they suddenly fell quiet from their various conversations.
“What are you talking about, Juggie?” You laughed lightly, confused with the sudden turn of events.
He scoffed, “Well you obviously don’t care about me, so Chuck can take you. I’m not going.”
Archie place a hand on his elbow, “Jug don’t be an idiot- “
Jughead shrugged him away and stared accusingly at you. You started to felt your blood boil at his sudden accusations and rudeness.
“Where is, this coming from?” You asked with pure shock laced in your tone.
Of course, you cared about him, he was the one person you loved more than life for god’s sake!
“You always have to have your own way! Nothing nice for anyone else,” Jughead accused, his words becoming harsher than expected.
The way he stared at you with a cold, hard glare hurt inside and you could see the tears start to form at the bottom of your waterline, but there was no way you were going to start crying here in front of all the people.
“Fine,” you shouted back, “I will go with Chuck.”
Veronica started to say your name in a rushed tone to make you see reason, but you ignored it.
“I will go with Chuck, because I don’t want to go with someone who overreacts about a costume party and starts making accusations!” You furiously said with the anger you felt being clear in your face.
But Jugheads expression only grew angrier and suddenly, you were frightened of losing him forever.
“Well that’s good then because I don’t want to go with someone who doesn’t care about anyone but herself and acts like goddamn royalty and superior, but is actually just a fake and never gets anything right. Because guess, what I hate people like that, and guess what again, that is a definition of you.”
He spat out the words like poison, and the way they stung your heart certainly felt like it. Your stomach felt heavy, as if all the broken pieces of you heart and fallen. A single tear rolled down your cheek and the vison of Jughead was blurred.
But when he saw how much damage his words caused and how he had just destroyed anything the two of you had, the anger inside his bones was washed away and instead, he was filled with regret. He hated the fact he had hurt you, the way he has just broken the person he loved and needed to get by.
“Y/N, I’m sorry, I did-“He began to stutter with remorse obvious in his voice. His eyes met yours but you looked away. It hurt to do so.
“No, it’s ok, you made your feelings pretty clear,” you spoke clearly, brushing the tears way with the palm of your hand and picking your back up from the couch. Without another word, you left the room.
You were closely followed by Veronica and Betty after they both started at Jughead with confusion and frustration plastered on their face and left the room, running after you to make sure you were ok. Kev left behind them, but not before putting a hand on Jugs shoulder to show he cared for him, but the fact he left to come after you showed he was concerned for you more than Jughead. Archie was still sat on the couch, just staring at his best friend as he had a mental battle with himself.
Jughead was furious with himself at the way he had overreacted and hurt you so deeply. He never meant for it to go that far, and his heart hurt at the idea of you crying somewhere feeling damaged and defeated.
Archie rose to his feet and looked Jughead straight in the eyes. No matter how much he wanted to say something to make his best friend feel better, to make him ok and tell him that there was a light at the tunnel. Archie desperately wanted to tell him that you two would make up and you would forgive him, but he couldn’t. Instead he picked up his back and made an exit for the door.
Jug’s eyes followed him out, and when Archie stopped he was hopeful that his best friend was going to be there for him in the time of need.
But all that came from Archie’s mouth was:
“You really fucked up this time, mate.”
And he left.
Jughead just sighed.
“Yeah,” he mumbled to himself. “I know.”
The tears in your eyes started to fall quicker and quicker as you stormed down the school corridors, looking for one person in particular. And when you saw him, you knew exactly what to do.
“Hey, Chuck!” You yelled down to him. Chuck was standing next to Reggie, and when he heard his named called, he turned around quickly. Your eyes met each other’s and you felt a sickening felling grow in your stomach.
“Hey, babe,” he smirked, throwing an arm around your shoulder, “what’s up?”
You shrugged his arm off – it wasn’t the same loving feeling as Jugheads. Chucks simple gesture felt dangerous, and you suddenly wanted to back out from making a mistake.
But there was no way you could go back to Jughead, not after he had hurt you like that.
So, gathering up courage, you managed to force out the words.
“Do you want to go to Cheryl’s party with me?” You spoke through gritted teeth, trying not to think about the fact you should be doing this with Jughead and not a play boy like Chuck.
You heard running from behind you and saw Betty and Veronica nearing where you were.
Betty placed a heartfelt hand on your elbow, trying to pull you away from Chuck, but your shrugged her off, “Don’t do this Y/N, you know Jughead didn’t mean it- “
“Shut up, Betty!” You spat out, not intending for it to come out quite so rude, “Sorry, it’s just that Jughead has made his feelings clear, so I’m going to take his advice.” You said, looking them in their eyes and trying to show them that you knew what you were doing.
Chuck pulled you back into his side and smirked down at you, “Yeah baby, we can go together, and after we can have a little fun.” He laughed and whispered in your ear.
Your stomach grew tighter as you felt your breakfast almost making a re-appearance. You forced a smile and just nodded at Chuck, pulling yourself out of his arms and walking towards a worried looking Betty and a confused looking Ronnie.
“Jughead made up his mind,” you defended yourself, biting back the tears that were ready to be unleashed, “and now so have I.”
But of course, your heart took over and the tears began to spill once more. Veronica quickly pulled you into her arms, the comforting smell of her Yves Saint Laurent perfume making you feel safe for the moment. Betty joined in, and the three of you remained silently hugging in the middle of the hallway. Unbeknownst to you, Kevin and Archie has witnessed the entire matter, and when they noticed what was happening between you all, rushed over to be part of the group hug.
‘These people are here for me’ you thought to yourself. But no matter how much you wanted to be happy at that moment, you couldn’t.
Because your heart was shattered, and unfortunately, the only person who could fix it was the person who destroyed it in the first place.
And little did you know, that very same person was watching all his friends comfort you in the middle of the hallway, whilst you cried quietly because of something he did.
(Woooo more prompts! Woah Jon :O Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)
-Him being the first one to learn that you’re a actually a girl and since having a hard time keeping you off his mind
-Him having appointed you to be his steward so he could keep you close to him at nearly all times, only to actually help you with all the work he needs to be done as he really wants you close
-Him stalling and making you stay by his side in his room as long as he can at night, saying he just needs to talk to you, simply because he worries about what could happen to you if he weren’t around
-Him keeping his eyes on you whenever you are training in the yard and taking notice of each movements, all while imagining how you’d look under all that armor
-Him having Ghost follow you around constantly whenever he can’t and making him keep you safe from any of the others that might have their suspicions about you
-Him always talking about you to Sam and slowly letting him know about his love for you, only to take up some of his advice on how to handle it
-Him hating to see you being picked on by the others, especially by Ser Alliser Thorne, and always barging in to pull you behind him and starting to threaten them
-Him panicking at the idea of you being found out and always seeming in distraught whenever you’d both have a talk about it, only calming down when he hears you say that it’ll be alright as long as you have him by your side
-Him stealing glances at you whenever you’d have to change in his room for your safety, only to grow out of breath as he ends up staring at you for a longer while
-Him not being able to keep it for himself anymore and one night just grabbing your arm to make you look at him as he professes his feelings for you
Jughead is the reader’s best friend, and she’s liked him since grade school but has never told him. Based on the requested song: Shades of Blue by Ashton Edminster
Word count: 2,102
A/N: So this was going to be sad, but then I got into a v happy mood and I couldn’t end it sad so here’s some fluffy lovey something idk
Cause all my shades of blue
Go away when I’m with you
Put a golden frame around my heart
Cause you make me feel like a piece of art
Secrets. They can tear people apart, or bring people together.
You have a secret.
A secret that would rock the walls of Riverdale High.
A secret that would change everything. You love Jughead Jones.
Okay, so maybe it’s not that big of a secret, but still, you’ve been friends with Jughead since pre-school, and you’ve never once told him that. You’ve never once let it slip. You know that he only thinks of you as a friend, maybe even a sister. Your mom practically helped raise Jellybean, going over to babysit for the Jone’s whenever there were issues beyond your comprehension at the time. You ended up tagging along, becoming closer and closer with Jughead. You remember the time when you would make him sit as you tried to sketch him out, eventually trying to draw his likeness from memory.
You often think back fondly at a memories of times you tried to make Jughead sit so you could paint him, but it just ended up in him trying to get the most paint on you.
You smile, realizing that you’ve been there for him through everything, and you’ve come to rely on each other.
You have a relationship with him unlike anyone else, one that’s more playful, almost sibling-like in nature. He’s only like that with you, only willing to be that way around someone he’s known all his life.
During the summer from Freshman to Sophomore year, your mom stops babysitting Jellybean, and you still don’t know why. You continue to ask about it, mainly because you just want any excuse to spend more time with Jughead, but she doesn’t tell.
That’s her secret.
One day after school, you’re sitting in front of an easel in the art room with a paint-covered smock, working an abstract of a human girl, a bleeding heart coming out of the center. There’s something missing, though, and you can’t quite figure out what it is.
“Hey dork.” you hear a voice say, and you turn around to see a familiar figure standing in the doorway. Jughead.
“Hey idiot.” you respond to him, making him smirk.
“Let’s go to Pop’s. I want some fries.” he says, walking over to where you’re sitting and casting a shadow on your work of art.
You sigh and look up at him, motioning for him to move. He doesn’t move.
“Jug, move.” you say, standing up and shoving him with your shoulder playfully, trying not to get paint on him.
“No,” he shoves you back as per usual. Nudging shoulders has quickly become one of the things that only you guys understand. You go back to the stool you were sitting on, “What are you painting?”
You sit on the stool once more and stare at the piece, “Honestly I’m not sure. Any tips?” He stares at it for a moment, putting out his thumb and finger in an ‘L’ shape, acting like he’s observing it in a deep manner, like a true art critic. He squints his eyes and then opens them like he has an idea.
“Paint a frame around the heart,” he says, not elaborating on what he means, “and do it quick, I want food.”
You grab the gold paint, deciding to take his advice. You paint a square around the heart, adding depth to the top and the bottom to make it look more frame-like.
Surprisingly, it works. The frame makes the heart look like it’s out of her chest completely, like the woman in the painting is saving it for someone to take. You like the symbolism.
You take a step back and initial in the corner, marking the piece complete.
“That.. that worked?” Jughead’s voice makes you jump. You turn to him with the still-wet paint brush and silently threaten to mark his beanie if he scares her again.
He puts up his hands in surrender and you smile at him, “What? I just didn’t think it would, or that you’d actually take my advice for once.” he smirks.
“Shut up, you don’t give terrible advice…” you say nudging him on the shoulder again, “all the time.” you add.
You turn back to the painting, and then you put the brush in some water to soak and take off the smock.
“Pop’s?” he asks, and you nod, rolling your eyes. You walk out of the art room and turn off the lights to the girl with a frame around her heart.
I’d love to be the one to make you laugh
A few weeks go by, and Jughead has made the decision to investigate the Jason Blossom murder, and has even decided to write a novel about it. Because of this, he becomes distant.
He even starts hanging out with Betty Cooper.
You have nothing against Betty Cooper, by any means, you’re only slightly jealous because deep down you know that he’s starting to like her.
You want Jughead to be happy, and in the end if that’s not with you, you’re going to have to deal with it.
You swallow your pride, and every time he brings her up you listen intently, nodding and offering advice. He mainly asks about what they should do to proceed with the case, and since that has nothing to do with his relationship with her, you’re fine with answering them.
He still finds time for you, so it’s not like he’s completely distancing himself, but you do notice a slight shift in the way he acts. He’s nervous around you now, like he has something to hide, a secret, but you only catch glimpses of it.
Soon, a rumor starts going around school that he’s asked out Betty, and you sink into yourself for a few days, not talking to anyone, to deal with the news. You want to text him about it, but you don’t feel like it’s your place. You resign yourself into being the best friend, the sister figure in his life. Somewhere deep down you’ve always known that’s what you would always be to him. Now there is no way around it.
The week after hearing the news, you walk towards Pop’s on a Friday night. This is, without a doubt, one of your favorite days of the week, not only because of the start of the weekend, but because you always meet up with Jughead for fries and a milkshake and talk about anything that you’ve missed that week.
No matter what, he’s always there waiting for you with fries and a milkshake.
Today starts as no different, until you see someone sitting in your spot across from Jughead in your regular booth.
The all too familiar blonde ponytail waves from side to side as she shakes her head and laughs at something he said.
She replies, saying something I can’t hear, because the world is blurring around me, causing tunnel vision.
He laughs in response. And not just a small chuckle like he does with you, but a full laugh with a smile nearly from ear to ear. He looks back at her and his eyes seem to look into hers, and you realize he’s never looked at you like that before.
Then he looks up and locks eyes with you, and you know that he can read exactly what you’re thinking because all of his features change. You’ve caught him in a lie, you’ve caught him with his secret, and he knows it.
You walk out the door, and it slams behind you unintentionally. You put a hand over your mouth to keep sobs from escaping.
The rumors, they’re true. You thought you had dealt with it, but seeing it in person is a whole different story.
You start walking home, afraid that you’ll never be able to make him laugh the way she just did.
I’d love to hear each thought upon your mind
I’d love to hang on close to every word that I could find
You ignore him for the weekend, and even part of the week, not able to talk to him just yet. You need time to process and to heal, and then to move on and try to find someone else. Maybe Archie Andrews?
You shake the thought from your head as soon as it enters, he’s just not your type. Nice guy, not your type.
You’re walking home from school, when you hear footsteps coming up behind you. You know who it is without even needing to look.
You ignore him for a few minutes before he says, “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”
“Oh, the uh, school talent show.” you stammer, trying to cover.
“Really?” he questions, lifting his eyebrows. He knows you too well to know when you’re lying about something like this.
“Yeah, thinking about entering it. Speed painting, maybe.” you offer, shrugging your shoulders.
“You should.” he says.
You look at him, surprised, “Really?”
“Your paintings are beautiful, you’d bring the crowd to their feet.” he compliments.
“No…” You shake it off, and you begin to notice his nerves coming back. Something’s up and you’re worried this is how he’s going to break the news that him and Betty are official.
“Yes, you would. Your art would light up any room, and not to mention the presence you would have on stage would just be stunning and…” he’s complimenting you too much.
“No, Juggie, stop.” you interrupt him, stopping and turning to face him.
“What?” he asks, his voice filled with concern.
“I don’t… I…” you struggle to admit what you’ve been hiding from him since grade school, you can’t form the words to tell him.
“(Y/N), what is it?” He puts a hand on your arm, and his touch makes you seize up, your skin growing cold.
“I can’t do this anymore.” you say abruptly, turning away from him so you can’t see his face anymore.
“Do what?” He asks, still close. He doesn’t touch you, but you know that he’s there. He’s there to hold you if you need.
“I can’t listen to you talk about me like that. I can’t. My head will get all messed up and get the wrong ideas. You have Betty, she’s your girlfriend.-” you turn back around to face him, and you can see him trying to say something, but if you don’t tell him about your secret now, you know you never will, so you hold up a hand to him to let you continue speaking, “-and trust me I know, I know I’m your best friend and that we tell each other everything. And you have no idea how much I would love to just hear you go on and on… but it’s wrong, Juggie.”
He gives you a questioning look, silent. You’re trying to hold it together, but a few tears slip from your eyes. “I’m trying to say that the one secret I haven’t told you, the one thing that I’ve kept from you all these years… is that I am in love with you. I am utterly and completely in love with you, Jughead Jones.” You admit, not able to look him in the eyes. There’s tears dripping down your cheeks, and you don’t want him to see you cry.
“God, (Y/N.” He says, gently lifting your chin to make you look at him.
“What?” you ask, voice cracking, barely a whisper.
“Betty and I… we’re just friends. I was asking her advice about this other girl, I can’t get her off my mind. I’ve been getting nervous around her, and I sound like, well, an idiot.” he admits, and now it’s your turn to be confused.
“Who? Who do you have on your mind?” you question, very aware of his body getting ever so closer to yours.
“You, ya dork.” he gives you a smirk.
“What?” you ask, nothing really computing yet.
His hands hesitate to touch you, worried about what you will say next. He drops his hand from your chin.
Suddenly, it all clicks, all of the glances, all of the nerves, all of the playful shoves and banter. It was flirting, you’ve been flirting.
You grab his neck gently, bringing his lips to meet yours, your bodies finally crashing together. His hands don’t hesitate anymore, going directly to your waist and pulling you closer, if it’s possible.
“You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.” you whisper once your lips part, foreheads together.
If it’s going to court, it has to be exact. Everything should have a timestamp in 24 hour clock with it (usually in the left margin, as an example 11:30pm is noted as 23:30). EVERYTHING. A timeframe for each investigator is important, as that can help add to the credibility of the chain of evidence. If several independent reports tell the same story about the transport of evidence, that makes it much harder to disprove than one (Chain of evidence, very important). Each person entering the scene should be recorded, and the time of entry. Additionally, when you make a mistake in your notes or misspell something, cross it out and initial it. Don’t erase anything, don’t tear out any pages. This keeps up your validity. Use a pen, ideally, to prevent anyone else erasing it or from tampering with it.
Be as specific as possible without making assumptions. If there’s a table there with a red stain, describe it as such: Don’t make the assumption that the stain is blood, as it could easily be something else. The only way you should be describing it as blood is with a presumptive test indicator (eg: Luminol). If you don’t know something for 100%, don’t say you do.
In a presentation, a pair of officers told me the main notes are taken is from one person: the lead investigator. This is a big responsibility, as they will stand by and take notes on everything they see, and everything they are told by the other officers, complete with time stamps. Don’t volunteer to be lead investigator unless you have a quick writing hand. Each other person may also be taking notes to help.
So @gryffindorkwinchester and @endgame-sterek were talking about protester!Derek trying to save the wolves, and my little
biologist heart couldn’t resist, so I wrote a little something. I have no idea
how local government works, so just pretend with me, please. While we’re at it,
let’s also pretend wolves still live in northern California.
Summary:You were just a girl who took some odd jobs from
the Min Syndicate to make some extra cash. When Min Yoongi himself sends
a request for you to come to his mansion, any semblance of your normal
life gets thrown out the window. What sort of dangers will face you once
you become associated with one of the biggest mob bosses?
Preparing for the meeting with Min Yoongi was a thousand
times more stressful that you could have possibly predicted. At first you had
worried about how you were to pay for an extravagant get up for this so called
“meeting”, given that you were knee deep in debt. Luckily for you, a random
lump sum of cash had mysteriously made its way under the door of your
apartment. You didn’t know what was more worrying: the fact that the Min
Syndicate knew exactly where you lived, or the fact that they just so casually
handed you over five thousand dollars in cash. You didn’t even want to think about how they got that kind of
Even with your newfound temporary wealth, you didn’t know
the first thing about how to dress appropriately for a meeting with the mafia.
Despite your uncertainty in shopping for a formal dress, you managed to pick out
an ankle length semi-form fitting black dress. The back of the dress was almost
completely cut out, the fabric ending just below the small of your back, and
with a slit down the side of the dress to show even more skin. It was a little
risqué for your taste, but you figured that this was the sort of thing that mafia
people wore to things like this. At this point you were clueless, so you might
as well look like a fucking goddess.
Jason Blossom always told (Y/N) (L/N) to do whatever it takes to always get what you want.
Or at least he did, before his plan to leave Riverdale failed and he ended up dead in the river, breaking both (Y/N)’s and Cheryl’s hearts.
All (Y/N) could think about were Jason’s words, and how she would do anything and everything in her power right at that moment to be at home, cuddled up with some blankets and reading some books that Jason had gifted to her over the years.
Instead, she was sitting next to Jughead Jones in biology as Archie Andrews stood in front of their table, nervously fidgeting as he spoke to (Y/N).
“So (Y/N),” he began, “I was wondering if you’d like to go to Pop’s with me sometime…only if you’d like to, of course!”
(Y/N) pursed her lips as she looked down at her textbook. Archie Andrews was precious. He was good-looking, athletic, and a total sweetheart, and had also been friends with (Y/N) as long as anyone could remember. They had been close, Betty, Jughead, Archie, and her. Not as close as (Y/N) was with the Blossom twins, but still close. After the argument between Jughead and Archie, (Y/N) had taken Jughead’s side, clearly causing some tension.
(Y/N) glanced up at the redhead who was waiting for her response. “I’m sorry Archie, it’s just, we’ve been friends since forever and I don’t see you as anything else but a big brother figure.”
Archie’s shoulders slumped. “It’s ok (Y/N). I’ll uh, I’ll see you later.”
As he walked off, she couldn’t help but feel bad. She didn’t like the redhead, at least, not romantically, but she still didn’t like knowing she had hurt people. She turned her head sharply as she heard Jughead snort.
“That boy has liked you for years and when he finally gathers up the courage to ask you out you turn him down?” He asked.
(Y/N) frowned. “Well it’s not my fault I don’t have any feelings for him Jug.”
“Yea but still, he’s liked you for years,” Jughead continued. ‘And so have I’ he thought to himself.
“Wait, what?” (Y/N) asked, sitting up straight. “You like me too?”
Jughead flushed as he realized that he had spoken his thoughts out loud, accidentally confessing his feeling for his lab partner.
“Jughead, I-” (Y/N) was cut off by the bell, watching as Jughead grabbed his things and fled.
“He ran. He confessed and ran without giving me a chance to reply,” (Y/N) complained as she flopped down onto Cheryl’s bed. Her mind was still on Jughead’s words. She hadn’t had a chance to talk to him. He avoided her like the plague in the hallways and in their shared classes, he made sure to switch seats with either Archie or Betty to avoid sitting next to her.
“(Y/N) shut up! You had like, literally shot down Archie less than five minutes ago. What did you think he was going to do? Stay and wait to hear you confess your undying love for him?” Cheryl said. She couldn’t help but feel pity for her best friend. While Cheryl couldn’t stand Jughead and his friends, he made (Y/N) happy, and she knew that they both needed all the happy they could get.
(Y/N) groaned as she sat up. “But Cheryl,” she whined, “You know that I’ve liked Jug since eighth grade.”
Cheryl rolled her eyes as she turned to her mirror and applied her lipstick. “Well you know what Jason used to say, ‘do whatever it takes to always get what you want.’”
Both girls froze at the mention of Jason. Neither of them had spoken his name since his body was discovered.
“I miss him,” (Y/N) whispered. “He was an ass and a pompous, self-centered jerk, but he was always there for us when we needed him.”
“I miss him too shortcake.”
The two girls sat in silence before Cheryl spoke. “Let’s get our minds off of him. Its time to take his advice (Y/N), do whatever it takes to get Jughead Jones to be yours.”
The (H/C) girl eyes Cheryl warily as her lips pulled up into a smirk. “Cheryl…” she spoke warningly.