walk into school

Jughead x Reader: 365 Days

Warnings: s m u t (n fluff)
Requested: yes
A/N: although this is a new request, I haven’t posted a Juggie imagine in a while, so I skipped to it. also, this is my first smut so please give me feedback!

*your POV*

The sunlight peaked through my curtains to let me know it was morning. My cat, Pudding, was sitting on the edge of my bed waiting for me to get up as she did every morning. Today was mine and Jughead’s 1 year anniversary and it was a beautiful Friday to celebrate.

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I was walking through my school with my crush and all of a sudden she started attacking my best friend and I got so angry that I beat her up and shoved her down some stairs. When she was lying completely beaten up and unconscious on the ground, my teacher came and proceeded to arrest me, but I just told him she fell down the stairs on accident and he shrugged his shoulders, said “ok then” and went away.


 @nervousmemzie said: “Jughead promposal to homecoming?”

A/N: If Jughead doesn’t do cute things in a dorky way then I don’t know what to expect. Also sorry if this is short, I’m writing this at like 3am.

“Do I look okay Betty? Is it too much?” Jughead asks the blonde.

“Juggie, I think you look very handsome.” Betty confirms, trying to calm Jughead’s nerves.

“What if they say no? Or already have a date?” 

“I know for a fact they do not have a date and would be excited to have you ask them.” Betty smiles at him. 

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anonymous asked:

the last kiss I had was with my boyfriend. we were walking around the school together after hours and he realized he'd left something in the art room and I was teasing him about leaving his stuff everywhere and we were alone and he had leaned in to hear me better and tease me back (he's over half a foot taller than me) and I looked up at him and the next thing I know we were kissing. I was standing on my tippy toes to kiss him better and he accidentally picked me up when he grabbed my waist

that’s so cute, ahhhhhh

me and the parents were in shock at ALL THE 5TH GRADERS JUST SITTING AROUND THE HOTEL ROOM STARING AT THEIR IPHONES. WHY DO 5TH GRADERS HAVE IPHONES. i was telling the mom that when i was in 5th grade, i BEGGED my parents to let me get a phone and i tried to manipulate them with “well since i’m old enough to walk home from school now, i need a phone to call you, just in case! just to be safe! in case something happens!” so my dad was just like “ok, you just want to let mom know you’re okay while you walk home from school? then we’re getting you a walkie talkie.” and my parents literally bought me a walkie talkie, so i could talk to my mom while she waited for me at home when i walked home from school every day. most embarrassing shit of my life wait i think im gonna blame everything that’s wrong with me to this day on that 


this may not mean much, because how would they know, but I mean it kinda is weird they’re just walking him to school, of course we don’t know what’s going to happen but from everything that’s going on they just suddenly have time to do something that domestic? Also why wouldn’t Henry dream about BOTH of his moms being alive and well? And maybe married too?

The things you remember

Prompt: Veeti Hollola - coping with the new world

There are things you remember
when your world cracks open
strewn out all over the place
like an upturned tub of Legos.
The crink-crink-crinkle
of foil on a chocolate bar
at the bottom of your backpack
forgotten, crushed to pieces.
You open it carefully
not dropping a single one
and as you pop the little shards
into your mouth
you suck on them slowly
savouring every bit.
Or walking home from school
on the kind of warm day
when it’s bright, yellow, shining
suddenly the sky opens
dumps down a shower
and it’s raining and sunny all at once.
Orange juice with breakfast
your favourite song on the radio
and the crunch of fresh-fallen snow
under your boots as you walk
to school in the winter’s dark
and the silence and peace
and soft stillness of the morning
never thinking that anything could hurt you.
The smell of ink on your notebook paper
the way it smudges all over your hand
because your mom buys you the cheap pens
and you just laugh it off and go around
blue for the rest of the day.
Trading Pokémon at lunch
sitting side-by-side with your friends
sharing the cookies their dad baked
sugar sticking to your fingers
snickering at that joke that nobody else
would ever get
because you had to be there
in that moment.
You remember things like that
in the night, in the dark
curled up with your family against the cold
listening to their breathing
hoping you won’t hear anything else
and you close your eyes tight
to bring back the sun
and the laughter
ginger cookies on your tongue
and a joke you will never be there for again.

i-am-not-the-real-alice  asked:

I got my wisdom teeth pulled a few weeks ago and I was out of school for a week. My ex bf spread the rumor that I had killed myself and my bff doesn't go there, she couldn't prove it was wrong. The whole school believed it and I didn't get on social media at all, so I wasn't helping my own case. The day I walked into school alive, people asked if I was a ghost. It's my favorite rumor that has been said of me. Any rumors that you have had said about you?

Oh my god that’s insane and kind of incredible??? I actually don’t think any rumors have ever been spread about me, at least not that I can remember. But thank you for telling me this story it was wild and I have to read it to all my sisters now 

Sleepover Saturday💫

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.