REQUEST: Hey I was wondering if you could do a a Jughead fluff where the readers almost always cold & wears his black hoody & well it fits his 6'1 frame well it basically a blanket on her 5'6 self, basically she wears his hoody that fits him fine but it’s really big on her and it’s just fluffy & funny & Veronica & Kevin totally ship it😂
Sorry for taking so long :3 Hope you like it! I thought it started off okay but then i kind of ruined it, i apologise, i’m not very good at writing ehueuheueh
Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff / dead inside reader (one swear word :3)
“So I told her, that what she did was crossing the line,” Veronica’s story was reaching its climax, and Kevin was enjoying every second of it.
“Fair enough,” He interrupted, expression eager, waiting to hear what happened next.
However, before Veronica could continue, you entered the student lounge, nonchalantly slurping a takeaway Pop’s strawberry milkshake. Your bag was slung carelessly over your shoulder and your unkempt hair was lazily tied up in a messy bun, which flopped around on top of your head. You’d skipped makeup, and your eyes were surrounded by dark circles. You wore your usual converse and ripped jeans, along with a white crop top. This had been a bad choice, as it was nearly the middle of December, so you were absolutely freezing. You’d been so tired from revising for exams, that you hadn’t even bothered to check what you were wearing that morning.
You stood around the back of the couch Kevin sat on, before flopping face down and flipping your body over so you were lying on the loveseat, legs on Kevin’s lap and face buried in an assortment of cushions.
I definitely enjoy the idea of kevin owning a dog, because it’s a pure creature which can play with a ball 24/7, and every time kevin watches as it running to a toy on a max speed, he’s like “finally i found someone who knows how to behave with a ball, thank god”.
From now on, we will be using code names. You can address me as Eagle One. Veronica, code name — Been There, Done That. Jughead is — Currently Doing That. Cheryl is — It Happened Once in a Dream; Archie, code name — If I Had To Pick a Dude. Kevin is — Eagle Two.
personally, the only canon i will accept is that veronica is hella bi and her meeting kevin and saying “you’re gay, thank god, let’s be best friends” is basically her going “okay so there is at least ONE other queer person in this backwards-ass town, thank god, we can huddle together like penguins for safety in this cold, heteronormative world”
If you signed up to vote in the Conservative Party for leadership, here is a run down I’ve done of what each Candidate on the Ballot stands for. Also, remember when Voting, to only VOTE FOR THE TOP TEN PEOPLE not anyone you wouldn’t choose! Since there is 14 candidates, you only have 10 top spots for voting.
Chris ALEXANDER: Former MP who lost his seat last election, voted against Stephen Woodworth’s Motion 312 (to study the definition of human life), so NOT pro-life (hopefully pro-choice!). Has spoken out against M-103 (on Islamophobia). Didn’t have the opportunity to vote on the issue of assisted suicide, but didn’t oppose or promise to re-visit it. Did pledge as immigration minister to favour refugee claims from LGBT Russians after the country introduced its “gay propaganda” law. Wants to find resources for
Indigenous Peoples because “If you can find resources for Syrian refugees, you can find resources for indigenous people.“
Does not have a pro-life voting record, and is pro-choice. He would welcome debate on other ideas, including abortion, supply management and privatizing Canada Post. Voted against C-14 which legalized assisted suicide. Bernier supported Motion 12, which would have re-opened debate on the definition of marriage in 2006, he spoke out in favour of dropping the old definition at the 2016 convention. He marched in Toronto’s pride last summer. Unfortunately he has tweeted:
“Our immigration policy should not aim to change the cultural character and social fabric of Canada, as radical proponents of multiculturalism want.” AKA: He’s xenophobic. Wants to cap immigration to 250,000 per year. Wants to support 35 million Canadians not Agriculture producers, believes in a mixed health care system, with private and public, elimination of federal health taxes and make each province in charge of their own services. Wants the military to get 2% - not sure if that’s 2% of NATO target or Budget.
Bernier says indigenous people should be responsible for their own prosperity rather than the government giving millions of dollars. There should be property rights on reserves and it’s unacceptable to still have boil water advisories in First Nations communities, says Quebecers are highest taxed and he would lower the tax so they can come out of poverty, he has been accused of being too much like Trudeau, apparently.
“While I support the position of our party not to reopen the debate, I respect the freedom of members on matter(s) of conscience.” Seems Pro-Choice. While he voted FOR Motion 12, he later retracted and said he was open for discussion on the meaning of marriage. Voted against C-14, and would rather see people die by their own will instead of through legally assisted suicide. Seems against Immigration, as well. Also wants women to uncover their face during ceremonies, and wants to “take back power” of Canada.
Michael CHONG: Best candidate so far, Pro-Immigration, Pro-choice, Pro-Same-sex Marraige, Pro-Transgendered rights, Pro Assisted Suicide. Really good french, apparently. Supports Indigenous peoples and wants them to have more rights, education and funding.
Kellie LEITCH: Pro-life, Anti-Immigration, Anti-Assisted Suicide, hateful rhetoric typical xenophobic trying to promote “Canadian Values” for screening of immigrants. PRO TRUMP. Approves dismantling of health care and thinks Climate change is a hoax.
Pierre LEMIEUX: Does not support any access to abortion under any circumstances! Anti-same sex marrage, and assisted suicide. Wants to repeal Transgendered rights bill, thinks Canadians are worried about terrorists and wants to improve security, plus reduce immigration and wants immigrants to speak french or english to be let in.
Pro-Immigration, Pro-choice, Pro-Same-sex Marraige - believes in equal human rights for all, Pro-Transgendered rights, Pro Assisted Suicide. Apparently his french is bad, though. Supports
peoples and wants them to see more rights and funding.
Kevin O’LEARY: Our of the race, thank god.
Erin O’TOOLE: Pro-life but says he will not bring his beliefs into legislation, meaning he wouldn’t stop abortions, Supports Same-sex marriage, against assisted suicide, wants immigration levels to be “stable,” and needs to maintain public security, doesn’t like that Canadian’s pay too many taxes and has a health care plan he wants to introduce, and supports supply management.
Rick PETERSON: Vancouverite, fluent in french, business man, not pro-life, “knows how to balance a budget,” supports same sex marriage, supports assisted suicide, says he wants to show Trump that they want American investments, wants to give agriculture tax breaks, wants to finance security to stop “bad people” from coming to Canada, and let the “good ones” in, wants to eliminate corporate business tax and believes this will help
peoples, believes that we will grow poor under Trudeau, just like Trudeau’s father let down Canada before.
Lise RAITT: Not generally concidered Pro-life, is for same sex marriage, against assisted suicide, she says Canadian’s are more upset about economic issues not immigration, French is okay but shaky, agreed with Bernier’s statement that ‘Indigenous Peoples should be responsible for their own prosperity, and not be given money, but that there shouldn’t be water-boiling alerts on reserves,’ but also is more concerned about general economic issues than specific
Indigenous issues. Believes Trudeau will leave debt for her children to pay for and doesn’t want that.
Andrew SAXTON: Pro-life, spoken against Islamophobia - saying that we need to stop criminals and terrorists from coming in, capping the immigration numbers at 250,000, says he’s a business man and can handle Trump. Seems really shady about putting anything down solid. Says that MP’s should be able to vote with their conscience, but doesn’t want to re-open anything the government has put through already.
Andrew SCHEER: Pro-life, voted in favour of re-opening the debate of what marriage should be considered (wants it to be between a man and a woman), against assisted suicide, wants to focus on security and to integrate immigrants into our communities.
Brad TROST: Pro-life, against same sex marriage, against assisted suicide, wants to work with Trump and says he will not be hard, believes Radical Islam is a clear and present danger to Canadians, thinks the entire system relating to
Indigenous Peoples needs to be redesigned, has very bad French.
Request: Prompts 25 (“So go find someone else. Someone who will love you the way I never have, the way I never will.”) 30 (Please don’t give up on this, on us) 31 (I love you so much it physically hurts to not be around you) 36 (You’re all I ever wanted)
Warnings: Angst, swears, fighting, mentions of parents divorced
word count: 2569
That’s what everyone thought you and Jughead were.
You had been friends for years, since you were old enough to walk. You got along beautifully and no one had ever seen you fight your entire friendship.
Then at 17 years old Jughead asked you out. He admitted his feelings for you had been more than friends for years, but he never had the courage to tell you, lucky for him, you loved him right back.
You had been dating your best friend for 3 months now, and in the last month, he had been too busy to see you.
Many Pop’s dates were forgotten about, each time you prayed it would be different from the last as you sat, alone in your booth, looking at your phone, the time ticked away and there was never any new messages.
Request: Can I have a Archie Andrews imagine asap? Where the reader is his ex and she comes back to riverdale after the summer and is best friend with b, v, and jug and arch still likes her and she still likes him. Anyway she finds out that he is with ms grundy and she says he need to figure out what he is doing with his life. You can figure out how it ends thanks xx
After this part we have one more to go. Which is a little sad because this series has been a lot of fun to write.
I hope you enjoy this part as much as I did writing it.
Betty was in the break room waiting for the ancient coffee machine to brew the barely palatable coffee she had already downed two cups of. She feels her presence behind her. Breathes in his scent as he reaches past her head for a mug in the cupboard just above her head. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, bracing her hands on the counter in front of her.
“Enough for two?” Jughead whispers into her ear and a shiver travels down her spine at the sound of his voice and his breath against her ear. She nods her eyes still closed, her body stiff and on edge. She feels a hand on her waist, his hand gentle at as his thumb strokes the fabric of her thin blouse and she can feel the heat from his hand against her. The hum of the machine and her own breathing the only sounds she can focus on.
Jughead tightens his grip as he spins her round pinning her against the counter, she can feel it digging into her lower back. She narrows her eyes at him in question, they can’t do this in the break room in the middle of the day. She isn’t pushing him away though, she isn’t removing herself from being pressed against his body. In fact her arms are moving up his back grasping at the denim and pulling him flush against her so there isn’t any space between them. He kisses her wet and heavy as she struggles to keep up. His hand on her waist travels lower to grasp her hip, she moans into his mouth at the pressure. Enjoying the feeling of his strength against her softness. His hand is gripping her leg, moving up her thigh as he pulls it up to wrap around him as his hand continues to move further and further up as her breathing grows heavier in anticipation of it’s destination.
“Betty! Earth to Betty.” She shakes her head, refocusing on the subject of her sordid day dreams while Kevin snaps his fingers in front of her face in an attempt to get her attention. She looks up at Kevin who is smirking at her. He has been smirking and giving her ‘looks’ ever since he came to ‘rescue’ her and Jughead from the supply closet.
“Kevin.” She pushes his hand away from in front of her face and shifts her attention back to her computer screen. It’s been happening more frequently losing herself in these little fantasies as the words on her screen meld into one and the monotony of the constant stream of paperwork begs her to take a break.
“Thought we had lost you there.” He was sitting on her desk, looking over a file in his hands. “I was just asking whether you wanted a coffee from the place down the road?”
“Sure.” She rifled through her bag for her purse, pulling out a note and handing it to Kevin.
“Hey Jughead.” Her co-worker who she could not stop fantasising about who was currently at the printer spun around. “You want a coffee?” He nodded and indicated towards his bag that was on his desk next to Betty’s.
“Money’s in there.”
“I’ll let you do the honours.” Kevin told Betty. Betty took the bag from the desk and looked through it for his wallet. She soon found it and opened it to look for a note, she didn’t find any, what she did find however was a bright blue foil packet. She dropped the wallet back into his bag as if she had been burnt by it. Her cheeks were turning a bright shade of red.
“I’ll get Jughead’s,” she said eagerly, fishing out another note from her own purse and slamming it in Kevin’s hand. Kevin jumped back up from his position on her desk before making his way towards the exit, grabbing Archie to drag along with him in the process. She still had his bag on her lap. She stared at it for a moment. Her heart was racing and she was already chastising herself for having such a reaction to a condom packet. Most guys probably carried them it wasn’t as though he had gone out and purchased one just for her. Besides she was on the pill anyway so if they did have - . She stopped her train of thoughts before the re-entered that dangerous territory where she imagined herself having sex, again, with Jughead Jones.
“Does Archie have to go with him everywhere?” Jughead said as he returned to his desk, dropping the stack of papers that he had retrieved from the printer.
“I think Kevin has kind of gotten used to him hanging around now.” It had been a week since Kevin had been assigned to be Archie’s mentor of sorts. Kevin was shadowing Archie to make sure he didn’t say anything in appropriate to a client again and had even started on occasion to defend Archie against the persistent jibes that Jughead sent his way.
“Well good for them. Rather him than me though.” Jughead leaned back in his chair, his fingers clasped behind his head. His eyes flicked to where Betty was still holding his bag. Her eyes widening as he met them. “You going to keep my bag Betty?”
“Sorry I -”. She handed the bag back over to him, or more accurately flung it back at him. “I got yours.” He raised an eyebrow at her in question. “I couldn’t find any money in there and I’m pretty sure I owe you or something.” She didn’t mean for the words to come out as rushed as they did, her voice unsure.
“Betts, you wouldn’t be nervous about our dinner date would you?”
“You forgot.” He shook his head in mock disappointment as he sat back up in his chair. “You said three weeks ago if I could go a whole week without making a snide comment to Weatherbee you would let me take you out for dinner.” He repeated their agreement and Betty had been in such another head space since their encounter in the supply closet that she had forgotten completely about their stupid wager. “I believe there was a definite tone of disbelief and dare I say mocking as you made the wager. But when that clock over there says 5.00pm I will be victorious.” He relaxed back in his chair, as Betty continued to stare at him.
“You had three days leave this week.” She said an accusing tone in her voice.
“Yeah that made this week my week to shine. I can keep my remarks to myself for two days especially when Weatherbee is at a conference for one of them. I just had to get through that team meeting and I was home free.” Betty’s mind was racing now, trying to think of a time this week when Jughead hadn’t been able to hold his tongue but she was coming up empty.
Even at the weekly team meeting he had been remarkably restrained, not that she herself had managed to pay much attention to what happened in that meeting. They had been trying to move past what had happened in the supply closet, once in the open space she felt as though she could think a little clearer and her brain was telling her that starting a relationship with Jughead was not a good idea. But she couldn’t help herself. That was when the fantasies had started. The day dreams. The first one had been in that team meeting when she had been staring at the projected image on the blank wall ahead of her. Weatherbee’s voice had been droning on, Jughead was fully engaged in his tally sheet and the neat set of squares he was drawing at the bottom. His tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. Which led her to think about his lips and it had escalated from there.
She had thought about the supply closet then and what might have transpired if Kevin had not returned when he did. Her skin was flushed and her heart racing as she remembered the feeling of his lips against hers and imagining what else his mouth could do if given the opportunity. She had jumped her pen dropping from her hand and rolling onto the floor when he had leant over to whisper in her ear that he was pretty sure Ethel had managed to fall asleep during the meeting. She had and Betty had tried to desperately regain her composure and keep her mind from wandering back to him for the rest of the meeting.
“Fine.” She relented. Returning to focus on her screen willing Kevin to hurry up with the coffee run. “But I choose where we go.” Her thoughts drifted back to the condom she had found in his wallet, is that why he was carrying one, because he knew he was going to dinner with her and he just thought that she wouldn’t be able to resist his charms. Well, she decided then that she was going to make him work for it.
“It’s 5 o’clock Betty.” He said in her ear his voice taking on a sing song quality as she swore his body was doing a subtle dance.
“I want Japanese.” She stood up from her desk. “Pick me up from my place in 1 hour. Don’t be late.” She grabbed her bag and made her way towards the exit while Jughead hurried to shut his own computer down, to catch her up. She waved to him as the lift doors shut and he was still trying to shove paperwork into his bag.
“Do I even want to know?” Kevin mumbled from his own desk as he packed it up in a much more organised fashion than Jughead. Each folder being placed carefully into the satchel that he always carried with him, in pristine condition compared to Jughead’s beat up messenger bag.
“Betty and I are going out for dinner.” Jughead said unsuccessful in hiding the smile that crossed his face.
“Oh Thank God!” Kevin shouted as he looked up at the ceiling while Jughead looked at him confused by his outburst. Kevin turned towards him and pointed an accusatory finger in his direction. “Seriously the eye fucking that has been going on in this office has been as unbearable as Archie trying to give a talk to a 15 year old girl about the importance of using protection. Which I had the pleasure of witnessing this morning, thanks to you two.”
“I don’t think there has been -”
“Ethel!” Kevin shouted over to Ethel who was seated a few desks away from them. “Have Jones and Cooper been eye fucking each other.” Jughead rubbed his and over his face at his personal life being discussed openly in the office.
“Yep.” Kevin indicated towards Ethel as she had confirmed his position before looking back at Jughead who was still standing near his desk stunned that the whole office seemed to have noticed what was going on between him and Betty.
“You two need to work out what the hell is going on, sort it out, get it out of your system, whatever.” Kevin gesticulated with his hands. “And then we can all get on with our work.”
“Thanks?” Jughead responded unsure of how he should respond to his co-worker actively encouraging him to get it on with another co-worker.
“You’re welcome.” Jughead finished packing his bag before making his way towards the exit. Kevin grabbed him by the arm as he went to leave.
( Kandreil fic for @knox-moreau‘s contest! set post-canon, all schmoop. also available on ao3. )
( also please check out the sweet turn out for this contest. great ship fics galore. )
The first time Kevin kissed Neil was after Neil told Kevin that their performance in the Spring Championships upped their national ranking from the worst Class I team to the fourth best. Kevin dropped his gym bag, grabbed Neil by the shoulders, and reeled him in for a cruising, albeit closed-lip, kiss.
It was a tinsy bit shocking.
Though a gesture that would have sent a fourteen year old him stumbling in delight, now that he knew what Kevin Day was really like off a filmed stage, it made him question Kevin’s health. Once Kevin leaned away - not smiling in a soft, happy way, but grinning, like in victory, like in delight, like a crocodile at an unaware gazelle’s approach -, Neil bluntly asked, “Are you ill?”
You flinched as you felt a hand latch onto your arm, dragging you away from Kevin and Joaquin and out into the hallway.
“What’s going on?” You hissed, finally coming to a stop and facing the redheaded boy and the raven haired girl.
“It’s Betty, she…” Veronica quieted down as you all heard the sound of heels clicking on the tile floor. You turned around to see an angry Betty, causing you to step back slightly and hide behind Archie.
“What did you do now Ronnie?” you asked under your breath, being met with nothing but a harsh glare that basically screamed at you to shut up.
“Whatever. She’s your girlfriend,” you muttered, shrinking back when Veronica shot you yet another harsh glare.
“Before you get mad,” Veronica began. “Let me explain.”
“Explain what? That you’re working with my mom behind my back?” Betty asked, exasperated.
“ I’m sorry, B, but you know FP had some kind of arrangement with my dad,” V replied. “I had to make sure it wasn’t about Jason Blossom.”
“And what’s your excuse?” Betty turned to Archie.
“I was looking out for Jughead in case FP was doing shady stuff,” Archie replied honestly.
“To protect him,” Betty said in disbelief.
She turned to you. “What about you (Y/N)? What did you do?”
You shrunk back at her harsh tone, hiding behind Veronica as her eyes softened.
“Blame me, Betty. I asked Archie to help me,” the raven haired girl spoke.
“Help you do what? What did you two do?” you asked, not knowing what was going on.
“Hey guys what’s going on?” Jughead asked as he approached, drawing your attention to the way he was dressed, looking simply perfect in his suit and beanie. “Woah, why do I feel like I’m suddenly left out?”
“Do you want to tell him? Or should I?“ Betty asked impatiently.
Veronica stepped forwards. “We went to your dad’s trailer. To search it.”
“Why would you guys do that?” Jughead asked, playful expression falling off his face.
“My mom put them up to it,” Betty interjected.
Jughead looked around in disbelief, eyes widening as he noticed you. “And (Y/N)? Was she involved in this too? Was she supposed to distract me?”
You shook your head furiously as you stuttered, trying to get your words out. Jughead scoffed.
Veronica approached him. “Do you really think she had anything to do with this? (Y/N)’s in love with you for God’s sake!”
Jughead’s eyes widened and your face flushed red. He started walking towards you before you managed to open your mouth, shutting everyone up. “I don’t like Jughead!”
Jughead slowed, eventually coming to a stop and giving you an unreadable look before shifting his attention to the ground and backing away from you.
“Yes she does!” Veronica protested as you hit her sharply.
“I do not love Jughead Jones!” you shouted exasperatedly, effectively shutting everyone up.
“Betty’s mom was convinced FP was hiding something about Jason,” Veronica said lowly. “We were wrong. All of us.”
“We didn’t find anything,” Archie chimed in. “And Jug, we were only doing it to prove that-”
“That my dad wasn’t a murderer?” Jughead cut him off. “You went behind my back, Archie? How did you- when did you guys know to go to my dad’s trailer?”
“We knew he’d be at dinner with-” Veronica began.
Jughead cut her off with a sigh. He turned to you and Betty. “No. That’s why you invited my dad and I to dinner? So these two could break into his trailer while she interrogated him?”
You stepped forwards. “No, I didn’t know what they were doing.”
“But yes, that is why mom invited you guys,” Betty whispered.
“To think I was gonna pass on moving to Toledo with my family for you,” he whispered back.
You let out a tear-filled gasp. “What?”
“When we went to my dad’s trailer, you asked me if I believed him. I said I did. Wasn’t that good enough for you?” He asked.
“It was,” you and Betty replied together.
“It was good enough,” Betty continued. You couldn’t speak. “I didn’t… I tried to stop her.”
“You could’ve told me, you could’ve warned me about this,” Jughead yelled.
“You were so excited, Jug, I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
“So instead you lied? You all lied to me?” Jughead asked.
“There they are,” Kevin said, running around the corner, followed by parents.
“Betty. Thank God-” Alice spoke.
“Mom, don’t,” Betty interrupted.
“No, you have to listen,” Kevin said. “All of you. My dad just told Mayor McCoy about your dad, Jughead.”
You turned to Jughead, who opened his mouth to speak. “What about my dad?”
“He was just arrested. For the murder of Jason Blossom.”
You ran after Jughead, ignoring Archie and Betty who were calling out after you. You followed Jughead to his dad’s trailer, having ditched your heels a few blocks down.
You arrived just in time to see Jughead slide down the wall, sobbing into his hands.
You approached carefully, wincing when you stepped on broken glass, and settled down next to Jughead. He leaned his head on your shoulder, still sobbing.
You began running one hand through his hair and intertwining the other one with his.
“They all lied to me (Y/N/N),” he whispered.
“I know,” you said.
You spent a few more minutes in silence before he shot up straight.
“They all lied to me,” he repeated hashly. “FP, Archie, Betty, Veronica. They all lied.”
You held on to his hand, not knowing where he was going with his little speech.
His eyes hardened as he looked at you. “You all lied to me. You all tricked me.”
Your eyes widened as you shook your head. “No Jughead, I never- I didn’t even know what they were doing.”
“Don’t play dumb with me (Y/N),” Jughead spoke. Tears sere streaming down your face.
“You’re a liar,” he spat. “What did you lie about?”
You sat in silence, not answering his question. Fed up with your silence, Jughead scoffed and got up, storming out of the trailer and leaving you in tears.