#yeah that last line is a reference to that vine. u know the one

[freetheworms]

10 and 51 together please.... good luck 😂

ahskjhdhasjk okay nonnie at first i was convinced u were just trying to kill me with this combo but… somehow i’m actually really happy with this fic ?? so thank u ??? also u didn’t specify a ship so i went with reddie cause i felt like it fit, hope thats ok !

It was official. As of 3 o’clock this fucking morning, Richie Tozier had come to the conclusion that he goddamn hated squirrels.

There was a reason, of course. It’s not like he went around making a habit of declaring war on small rodents, but squirrels — nay, one particular squirrel, had to fucking go. 

The little fucker had decided to take up residence in the house Richie shared with Eddie at some ungodly hour of the night, and Richie was feeling downright murderous at being awoken from a rather steamy dream by the sound of tiny rodent feet scurrying through the walls incessantly.

See, Eddie was a nurse at the local hospital, and Richie was a small-time DJ for some local radio station he was convinced nobody really listened to. They weren’t exactly made of money, but the small, if a little dilapidated house they were able to afford together was honestly fine with Richie.

That is, until the Devil in a small fluffy rat suit managed to climb its way into Richie’s humble abode to ruin his life.

Luckily for Eddie, he was working the night shift at the hospital, and had no idea the lengths his boyfriend was going to at 5 in the fucking morning to get rid of some fuckin’ squirrel that possessed almost as much nerve as King Trashmouth himself. Almost.

In fact, by 6am, Richie was about ready to burn the whole fucking house down just to take this little asshole with it… but of course, even his tired brain managed to remember that Eddie would probably murder him next. So, he settled for taking a sledgehammer to the wall behind their shared bed in an attempt to find the little menace because how else was he supposed to get at it?

Yeah, okay, maybe his tired brain wasn’t doing so shit hot after all, but it would all be worth it when he won this war.

By 8am, Richie was more exhausted than ever, and the walls of the bedroom had certainly seen better days. He hadn’t necessarily caught the squirrel, but he also couldn’t hear it anymore. Maybe he’d scared it off? Yeah. Yeah that was probably it. Stupid tiny squirrel was no match for him. Yeah… no match…

He had finally started to drift off to sleep on the couch when the front door swung open to reveal a very adorable scrub-clad Eddie.

“Hey Rich,” Eddie threw his keys onto the coffee table in front of Richie.

“Mmm,” sleepy-Richie groaned back, “babe,” he made grabby hands for Eddie to come cuddle with him.

“I gotta eat, Rich,” Eddie said, turning instead toward the kitchen, in the opposite direction of his needy boyfriend. “And,” he continued, “I was thinking maybe after that you could… help me unwind a little before I go to bed.”

Richie was tired, but he wasn’t that tired. His head immediately perked up to meet his lover’s gaze. “Oh yeah? What’d you have in mind?” he raised a playful eyebrow.

Eddie knew he had his boyfriend’s attention now, and he intended to take full advantage. It had been a stressful night at work, and he really could use a little… release. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He smiled innocently as he leaned against their ugly laminate countertop.

“Mhmm,” Richie put on his most sultry voice. Two could play this game. “C’mon babe, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want.”

“You really want me to tell you?” Eddie tapped his chin as if he was contemplating for a second, before his fiery gaze returned to Richie’s, “Why don’t you come over here and make me?” he finished with a deliberate lick of his lips.

Oh yeah. Richie was awake now, all right. “Maybe I will…” he trailed off as he stood from the couch, and started to make his way to Eddie.

THUNK.

“What was that?” Eddie looked incredibly puzzled as he searched the room for the source of the noise.

Richie’s shoulders tensed almost painfully, as he glanced quickly up at the ceiling in a silent prayer to whatever cosmic power was hellbent on pissing him off today. “Oh, fuck no,” he halted his strides toward Eddie, and instead turned to the source of the dreaded noise: the fireplace. There was a rather large acorn now sitting on the floor in front of it, and Richie could hear the faintest scratching of tiny nails on the inside of the brick chimney.

Without saying another word, Richie crossed the living room to his and Eddie’s bedroom — the only bedroom in the tiny, one story house — despite Eddie’s rapid fire questions, only to re-emerge in the doorway a few seconds later with his handy-dandy sledgehammer.

“What the fuck?” Eddie looked a mix of confused and horrified. “Rich, why was the sledgehammer in our bedroom?”

Richie didn’t answer. Instead, like a man on a mission, he crossed over to the fireplace, kicked the unused decorative logs out of the way, and crouched down to climb into it.

“Richie. What the fuck?” Eddie repeated.

Richie only shook his head at him with a determined expression, before he attempted to climb up the chimney.

“Seriously? The chimney? What the hell are you doing? Why the hammer? RICHIE!”

The only answer Eddie got was muffled from between the bricks, “The squirrel can’t fucking win, Eds!”

“What?”

“If I let that squirrel beat me, I might as well hand your sweet ass over to it too, and no way in hell am I letting that happen!” Richie really did have a one-track-mind, and he was way too tired and too focused on destroying this pest to stop and explain the whole situation.

Eddie was more confused than ever. He always knew his boyfriend was fucking weird, but now he was convinced Richie had honest-to-God lost his mind.

A few more minutes of trying and failing to get an explanation out of Richie, and Eddie finally decided to just go to bed. Nevermind food or sex, he was suddenly way too fucking tired to be dealing with this whirlwind of shit. He headed for the bedroom, blissfully unaware of the impromptu reno-à-le-Richie that awaited him.

Richie had only just caught sight of the subject of his rage and insanity, when he heard Eddie from their room, so loud and startling that he jumped and almost smashed his head off the brick.

“OH MY GOD, WHAT THE FUCK RICHARD?!”

Richie gulped. Oh shit.

lmao well there u have it… i would never have guessed this would become one of my favourite fics ive written so far but i just had so much fun 

hope you’re happy ! (cause i am heheh)

[libvrtines]

                          hewwo  i’m  felix  ( 20 ,  he / him , gmt )  and  i  just  realised  my  fc  has  no  mf  resources  that  aren’ t from  him  as  a  fetus  and  will  therefore  b  spendin  approximately  all  my  free  hrs  cranking  out  gif  icons  ,  so  lets  get  it  *  pained  laughter  *  !  this  is  my  boy..  except  he’s  not  my  boy  and  i  take  no  credit  for  who  he  is  as  a  person  because  he’s  the  personification  of  a  flaming  dumpster  fire  ,  xu  yuxian  .  his  pinterest  board  is  here  ,  i don’t  have  a  full  amazing  wc  page  but  i  do  have  some  wc’s  beneath..  so  if  u  jus  wanna  stick  around  for  that  i  won’t  blame  u  bc  otherwise  this  is  just  a  Wreck .   (    i  literally  just  had  to  search  up  my  muses  name  bcs  i  forgot  it  but  i  know  he’s  a  scorpio at  least  so  if  that  is  any  indication  of  how  this  is  gonna  be  then  yeah .  this  is  gonna  be  the  Worst   ) .  drop  a  heart  if  you  would  like  to  plot  ,  or  just  add  me  up  on  d*scord  no anime pls im christian#1950  for  quicker  messages  !  TW  :  mentions  of  drugs  ,  violence  ,  death ,  blood  , manipulation  . 

scanning XU YUXIAN, they are TWENTY FOUR year old and read as CUNNING but DECEITFUL, which explains why they are referred to as the VARMINT. before virtual reality HE was IMPRISONED FOR THE DISTRIBUTION OF DRUGS and living in QUINGDAO, CHINA. they’ve been said to look incredibly similar to HUANG ZITAO, but they’ve never seen it. in this new virtual world, they plan on DOING ALL OF THE CRAZY SHIT HE'S ALWAYS WANTED TO and hope to NEVER GO BACK to reality. 

*    BACKGROUND    !

tl ; dr . “ the best way to solve a problem is just to eliminate it . " in thick accented mandarin. the roar of a bike kicked to life with exhaust pouring out of the tailpipe and the low graveled hum as it idles way past midnight. charcoal ashes and heavy-lidded eyes. teeth stained red from marlboro's and split, bloody lips. baseball bats through car windows, the scrape of a bic as it lights. the smell of cigarettes burned deep into veins. the drag of a knife light across a throat. knuckles blooming purple pressed into nose bridges, a smile with a pair of pliers knocking against porcelain teeth. THIS vine. 

so as formerly stated this is yuxian, the worser half of the xu siblings. disruptive and dangerously reactive to any sort of aggression, he's adapted to a reality reliant on violence and force over patience and rationale. he's an overall shitty guy, with some even shittier habits. street smart and instinctive, his world works in harsh turns and bared knuckled fists. 

dropped out of high-school.. was one of those ‘lunch is my fav class’ kids except he got dragged 2 school by the ear when he was younger and then people just. stopped giving a fuck  ! 

so he did what most boys do in big towns with no proper parental guidance: raised a little hell, drank a lot of alcohol when his liver was barely formed, fixed bikes and engines, and beat up a few rich kids who looked @ him the wrong way. speaks like every mf villain in an anime ever. over-enunciates vowels and suffocates his consonants. acts like the stray he p much is w parents as shitty as his. 

the xu family had earned themselves a nasty reputation in the community they lived in. they're tough, they're intimidating. they do things their way. xu’s speak with their fists and their knives and their brass knuckles and their bats, not known for thinking out their actions before acting out. violent. horrible. the worst People™. 

yuxian’s parents owned and operated a dim-lit, greasy restaurant in the heart of their community, once used to deepen the family's pockets as they sold some choice off-menu items, they were offered a deal by a rich family that bought up their block when yuxian was around 15, selling their enhanced drugs imported from europe behind the grime-coated counter. yuxian saw the $$$ and didn’t think abt how risky it would b, or that they’d be the ones caught red handed if they were ever raided. being able to label himself as a drug dealer just made his reputation in the community go up.. and he was livin la vida loca 

along with working as a drug-runner, he liked to fancy himself as something of a debt collector, making sure to "follow up" with anyone who hopes to evade payment to the family. weapons of choice include a baseball bat to the kneecaps and automatic knives. has he actually hurt anybody ?? absolutely Not. he a puthy ass bitch... but don’t say that to his face unless u wanna end up like that ‘what are u gonna do? stab me? guy who then.. got stabbed 

basically yuxian will do whatever it takes to get what he wants and to survive. he never considers himself a bad guy; he considers herself bold where others find him brash. he thinks that he's tough where he's really just a brute. he's never a bully, it's never unjustified, but if he ever is he doesn’t think much of it bc he’s never gonna change , ygm ?? 

he ended up in prison when he started selling drugs to the rich family’s only son, who lbr, became quite a decent friend to yuxian. the son in question had a bad side - effect to the dodgy drugs they were dealing and died of cardiovascular complications. worst thing is that the last memory xian has of the world before virtual reality is waiting for his parents or siblings to come visit him at but being stood up. next thing he knows he’s in a world where his freedom hasn’t been taken from him and he can. he’s Extremely Bitter, and very Chaotic, my guys. so watch out

*    PERSONALITY   !

honestly and truly, at the end of the day, yuxian is not a good friend to have. xian is not friendly. he will never say the thing you want to hear as opposed to how he is feeling, he'll never sugarcoat anything, he'll never be a listening ear. encouragement and support don't exist here. he is fickle and fair-weathered and will use and use and use until there's nothing left to give. 

self-serving and self-invested to his core, he cares so little it's essentially nonexistent for anyone other than himself. not even his family, given the circumstances. he is opinionated and reactive. volatile. if someone is looking for an influence in their life that will give no fucks and encourage even the smallest whispers of an impulse, yuxian is The One™. 

every bad influence every mother's warned about, everything you know you should say no to: that's her. he has nothing to lose and lives his life accordingly. those in his periphery, he encourages to do the same. respect and admiration are not easily earned. he needs to be impressed. the grander the debauchery, the more points earned. but of course, don't try too hard.. bc that’s corny and he can sniff someone simply trying to impress from a mile away. 

still, to those that he's aligned himself with and chosen to befriend – xian can be loyal the way a snake is to a pack. his trigger-haired temper and baseline defensiveness makes him a good rabid junkyard dog to have in any corner. loyalty is mostly reserved for those who benefit him or to those who serve his best interest – contrary to popular belief, he's not entirely stupid. but definitely has been called a bimbo a minimum of five times in his life. 

simply put, he's a thug. his family has terrorised residents and he hasn't fallen too far from the tree, reaping the benefits of everyone's worst expectations. he's vindictive, manipulative, short-tempered and callous. he'll go to extreme lengths – which often include coercion via intimidation or violence – to get what he wants. he has little regard for other peoples' safety, well-being, or feelings. he lives to ruin lives; not in that fuckboy-esque i'm-going-to-steal-your-gf-and-ruin-your-social-life kind of petty bullshit. he IS a fuckboy but that’s besides the point.. 

every action is based on gut-impulse, acting purely out of unfettered emotion without thinking of what the consequences might be down the line. just pls hate him bc he really deserves it. 

speaking of Love.. with a reputation that followed him from a few years into high school for being tht guy who makes u feel good abt urself then leaves u on read, he's learned to embrace it and accept that people think he just can’t commit. xian is not good in relationships, he doesn't quite know how to show affection in a healthy way. he gets possessive and jealous and easily poisons everything from the inside while trying to sort out the subconscious overbearing fear of this person realising how shit he is or actually realising they’re worth more than his half-assed attempts at affection. so instead he keeps it at an arm's distance before it gets that far. 

*    WANTED CONNECTIONS   !

bad influence ( somebody he is corrupting essentially ) friends who like to crash parties / slum around bars  perhaps people who he knows from before and were aware of his ugly reputation ?? idk this is gonna be an area only open to a few but if they ever lived nearby or in the city where he did then it’s a possibility  ! friends who like to smoke weed behind dumpsters people who he can con  someone who tries to see the good in him but beneath the dirt there’s just more Dirt enemies / frenemies violent low-lives who he can connect 2 on an emotional and physical level fwb / one-night stands / some sort of violent dislike in personality which in turn results in sexual tension  ?

[ourfavcanadianshawn]

Just One Glance|S.M|Mini Series|Part Two

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just another one of those love at first sight stories

A/n: So I actually got a lot of feedback to turn my little 400 word imagine into a series, so I decided why not a mini series? Also thank you to @siennarossi for helping me with this! So here it is, enjoy!

word count: 1173

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, always ready to be looked through and something waiting to be found. She seemed nothing but captivated by his eyes when he lifted his sunglasses from shielding them. His eyes were pools of the color deep sienna, enriching flakes of golden caramel floated within them which seemed to highlight the corners of his mouth, which were fighting a smile. A humbling emotion peered through the golden flakes, sending a slight shiver down her spine.

Her y/c/e orbs lured him in, they made him look as if he was studying her. Studying her eyes like a foreign dictionary as every word became more beautiful than the one before.

“Can I sit?” His voice as smooth as honey spoke, throwing a gentle point to the chair across from her.

An aroused feeling exploded inside of her as a indulging smile plundered it’s way onto his face. His perfectly aligned teeth shined brighter than any of tens of thousands of stars in the night sky could ever.

“Can I?” His voice spoke again, this time a little unsure and louder, thinking maybe she didn’t hear him.

Her mind plunged from her trance and she shifted her gaze to the seat ahead of her, “oh! Of course.”

He smiled again, but this time he let out one the most celestial laughs she had ever heard. The laugh echoed through her skull as he took the seat across from her.

“So…that’s a nice mug you got there…” The stranger pointed to her face and mimicking a circling motion.

Y/n cocked her head a little and furrowed her eyebrows, “pardon? What mug?”

“I-I’m sorry. I just I don’t know. I’m not used to talking to pretty strangers…and once again that was cheesy. It was a pickup line I read off of Instagram. Y’know what? I’m just gonna go,” he flushed red from embarrassment and started to rise from his seat.

“Wait no! It’s okay. I…I…I like…cheesy…” Her voice grew insecure with her response as she grasped his wrist in her palm. His head snapped down to where she had conjoined themselves together and shot her a relieved look.

“Oh um okay…well, I-I am Shawn,” he took his seat again and introduced himself.

A grin debuted onto her lips as she replied, “hi Shawn, I’m Y/n.”

The two now acquaintances shook hands and smiled at each other.

“So Y/n. I know this is kinda weird—who am I kidding, it’s very weird but you seemed like a nice person I just wanted to say hi…” Shawn explained.

“Really? Okay. Well hi,” Y/n chuckled, closing her binder, wanting to focus on the mystery man in front of her.

“…and I also saw you staring at me from across the street,” he concluded, nodding his head in reference to the street.

“Oh uh yeah, I uh. I-I liked your…” Her eyes wondered around his head frantically and landed on his hair, “…shades? Yeah they’re really bad ass. What kind are they?”

“Umm,” Shawn brought the sunglasses off of his head and examined them, “I believe the new Tom Fords.”

“Ah, and those cost one thousand dollars so I think I will stick with my five dollar knock off Ray Bans I got in Mexico last year,” she took the sunglasses from his hands and examined them as well.

“Do you mind?” She asked as she motioned to her face. The slightest smirk became plastered across her face, causing her dimples to become more evident.

“No, by all means go ahead,” Shawn waved off. He guided his chin onto his hand as he observed her putting the glasses on.

Y/n slid the glasses up the bridge of her nose to cover her eyes. A charcoal tint took over her vision as everything she saw turned a light shade of black.

“So how do I look?” Y/n queried, flipping her hair over her shoulder. The big rimmed glasses took up a good third of her face and in which caused Shawn to chuckle, “like a bug.”

“Well then, try on mine,” she snickered as she placed her black knockoff Ray Bans in front of him.

Shawn agreed and propped her glasses onto his nose. The small frames began to squeeze his head, a small feeling brewed inside of him that they could burst.

“How do I look?” Shawn mocked Y/n, tossing imaginary hair over his shoulder. Y/n burst into laughter as Shawn did so. Her breath became unmanageable as her eyes filled with tears.

“You-u l-look like the-e girl from-m…that one vine with-h braces,” her words were barely audible as she attempted to compose her laughter.

“Oh the one girl that’s like,” Shawn turned his head around and started making a similar beat to the song in vine with his mouth. He started to shake his head as the beat got more faster. A beat came from his mouth that sounded like a beat drop caused him to turn to Y/n with a idiotic smile playing on his face.

“Yes! That’s it,” Y/n laughed again, clapping at Shawn.

“Well then I don’t want to keep these on for much longer.”

Shawn passed her glasses back and snatched his off of her nose.

The two caught their breath from laughing and just kept a clean smile on their faces. A silence stirred in the air as they just gazed at each other as if they have known each other for years.

“So um, are you from around here?” Shawn ruffled his hair, interrupting the silence

“Yeah I am. I go to a University that’s just ten minutes down the road. How about you Shawn?”

“Nah, I would love to though. I’m just here because I am in a band and we’re on tour.”

“Oh really? That’s so cool! Are you a big band?” She beamed, stirring her iced coffee with the straw.

“Um…” Shawn checked his phone to see a text from Andrew that read, ‘congrats on the Grammy nom,’ and he returned his gaze back to the lady in front of him, “nooo.”

Y/n nodded her head and glanced down at her phone. She unlocked it and sure enough knew he was lying.

“Really? You’re not popular?” She added.

“Well, I wouldn’t say ‘popular’,” he added air quotes.

“Did I also mention that I’m a intern at Peoples Magazine?” She laughed.

“What? You-u huh—no no I am-m just…kinda, what?” His face burnt up from frustration and he stared at her in utter shock.

“No, I’m just joking. My sister just sent me a reminder that I’m going to a concert tonight with her…Shawn Mendes, weird huh?”

“Uhhh very…” Shawn shrugged, trying to compose his mind after the confusion.

“So you’re actually an international singer? Wow, I feel betrayed,” her hand flew to her chest to mimic a hurt expression.

“Well other than that, I guess I will be seeing you at the show tonight?” Shawn leaned back into his chair.

She rolled her eyes and stood up from her seat, getting ready to leave, “I guess you will…”

[serpentjuggje]

Never even noticed -Jughead x Reader

Request: can u do a shy girl meets jughead at pops and after a while she is catching feelings and she gains the courage to tell him but he likes betty bUT LATER ON HE REALIZES HE MADE A MISTAKE ;) A/N: I like this one. I hope you guys enjoy. Thank you for the request. (P.s: this is kinda similar to my last imagine but you guys seemed to enjoy that so hey ho!) ENJOY! Summary: Y/N confesses her feelings for Jughead and is faced with rejection, however Jughead battles with himself and must decide where his loyalties lie. Warnings: None (just cheesy af) Word count: 1'937 *** It started on a rainy afternoon in September. You strolled into Pop's diner for the first time, having heard people rave about it on your first day of school. You'd just moved to Riverdale, as your family had been offered a job there. You'd never really been open to change, so moving schools and leaving your friends behind had been hard for you. Your first day had been as you expected, Jock's whispering about 'the new girl' and how they were going to be the first to sleep with her. You just rolled your eyes and moved past them. Now you wished for nothing more than to sit down by yourself and enjoy a milkshake and maybe a bite to eat. That wish became increasingly less likely as you panned around the diner. Every single booth was occupied. Most looked to have 3 or 4 people on, until you spotted one in the corner. A boy, who you'd recognised as being quite handsome from your first day, alone at the booth, hunched over with his head buried in his laptop as the screen illuminated his face, with a grey beanie perched upon his dark black hair. You decided this was your only option, and despite the fact that he didn't look particularly friendly, you sauntered over and placed a hand on the back of the seat opposite him. "Do you mind if I sit." He lifted his head slowly, and a grin found its way into his face as he saw you. "No go for it." You slid into the booth opposite him and rested your head on your hand and looked at him for a second. "What you working on?" You quizzed. "My Novel, it's about Jason Blossom, he was-" he begun but didn't have chance to finish. "Killed this summer. Yeah it's been the talk of the town and I've only been here a day." You cut in. The boy chuckled and nodded his head in agreement. "I'm Y/N." you stated, holding your hand out for him to shake. He did so hesitantly, which told you silently that this boy was a stranger to human interaction. "Jughead." He relied. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. "I'm sorry what?" You asked, genuinely unsure of what he'd said. "Jughead Jones, that's my name." Your eyes widened in shock and you tried not to laugh. "Well really it's Jughead Jones the iii." You finally let out a chuckle. "Well it's nice to meet you Jughead Jones the iii." You suddenly had an idea. "So what would you recommend I order?" His face lit up, and you could tell already that this was his area of expertise. "Everything. Honestly you must try everything. But if you're not that hungry I'd say the hamburger and fries with a side of onion rings and a strawberry milkshake." He said matter of factly, looking somewhat proud of himself. "Wow Jughead Jones the iii, I like you already!" And from that day onwards, you and Jughead were somewhat inseparable. He introduced you to his friends and you got on well with every single one of them. Jughead had somehow made moving, and leaving your friends behind a positive when before you'd had nothing but narcissistic feelings towards it. You fit in in Riverdale just as much as you had at home, and now Riverdale was your home, but so was Jughead. As the two of you had grown closer, you realised that you felt something more than friendship for him. He was kind, and funny, and intelligent, and thoughtful, and handsome, and adorable, and the list could go on for days. You'd been working up the courage to tell him since you decided you liked him only a week after you first met. However Jughead was a hard person to read. You could never be sure if he felt the same way and it terrified you, but as Veronica always told you 'What's life without a little fear?'. It was a Friday evening, and yourself and Jughead were making the short walk home from school. You found a urge of courage within you, and reached your hand out to link with his beside you. He looked over to you and gave you a soft smile. That smile was the kick of bravery that you needed to open up. "Jug can I say something?" He looked at you slightly confused. "You're saying something now aren't you?" You rolled your eyes. "You know that's not what I mean." His face became more serious and he nodded you on. "We've known each other for quite a long time now, and I don't think I've ever known someone the way I feel I know you." You took a deep breath and continued. "What I'm trying to say is; I feel safe with you Jughead, and I like you. As more than friends, and I was hoping maybe you felt the same way and we could be more than just friends." When Jughead didn't say anything for a few seconds; your stomach dropped and you felt a tear roll down your cheek. His face was blank, his expression vacant. "Y/N I-" he paused again. You lowered your head in shame. You hated yourself for ever thinking he could like you back. "Y/N I love you like a sister, but I- I like someone else. I'm so sorry." He finished and you nodded your head, holding back more tears. It wasn't his fault he didn't like you. It wasn't anyone's fault. It was just how it was. You knew straight away that the person to who he was referring was Betty, and it hurt like hell, but at least now you knew. "Well I'll see you around Jughead." You said, not angrily, you just sounded hurt. And with that you ran off home, ignoring Jughead's shouts behind you. You wanted to be far away from him right now. Somewhere where you wouldn't be reminded of the embarrassment you'd just caused yourself. You just wanted to be alone. Jughead hated himself for hurting you. He made his way home to Archie's and told Archie what had happened between him and you. Archie patted him on the back and said 'it's not your fault' And 'she'll be fine'. But Jughead could not shake the feeling that he'd messed up. When he and Archie were laying in bed that night, Jughead thought about Betty. He thought about how pretty she was and how kind and caring, but then his mind slowly drifted to you. He thought about your laugh. Your smile. Your eyes. Thought about how your presence could cheer him up in next to no time. How your touch made his heart leap. How you'd been right there under his nose all this time and he'd never even noticed. What Jughead felt for Betty was a crush, but you were a different story. It took this for Jughead to realise he was in love with you. In love with the way you would eat all your fries first and save your burger for last. In love with the way you'd sit with your knees pulled up to your chest in Pop's and somehow found it comfortable. In love with the way you made him love you, and that he'd never even noticed. "I've made a huge mistake." Jughead whispered. Archie rolled over and switched on the lamp, illuminating the room. "What?" He asked groggily, rubbing his eyes to wake himself. Jughead didn't have time to explain however. He shot out of bed, pulling his grey beanie over his head and moving towards the window. "I'll be back soon, things to do, people to see." And with that, Jughead began his climb out of the window. Archie's objections faded into darkness and Jughead ran as fast as his legs could carry him, with only one place on his mind. Your house. He began to lose energy as he finally found himself below your bedroom window. He bent over panting for a few seconds, and spotted the gravel that lay on the ground. He picked up a stone in his hand, and looked up for a second. Your light way off, he hoped you weren't yet asleep. This conversation really could not wait until morning. He lobbed the stone at the window, not hard enough to break it but hard enough to make an un-ignorable sound. You lay in bed, wide awake, thinking about the events of the day, still horrified you'd been rejected in such a way, when you were pulled from your thought by the sound of tapping on your window. You leapt up hesitantly and switched your light on, slightly scared of what the sound had been. You inched closer to your window and peered down to see non-other than Jughead Jones stood below your window. You opened it and stuck your head out to speak to him. "Jughead what on earth are you doing?" You whisper-shouted, careful not to wake to wake your parents. "I'm sorry Y/N! I need to speak to you desperately." And with no confirmation to do so from you, Jughead grappled hold of the vines that lined your house and began to climb up to meet you in your room. "Jug what the hell are you doing! You're going to fall!" You warned him, but this didn't stop him. He was determined. After a few wobbles and heart attacks, Jughead slung his legs through the window and was suddenly standing before you. "I'm so sorry Y/N." I was wrong. You were still somewhat asleep, so didn't catch on straight away. "Sorry? About what?" You crossed your arms over your chest in a self defence kind of way. You were still humiliated by your earlier rejection. "I thought I wanted Betty but I don't. I've never wanted Betty as much as I wanted you without ever knowing it." Butterflies erupted in your stomach, yet you chose to ignore them, unsure of what was going on. "Jughead if you're just saying this out of pity then-" he shook his head violently and grabbed hold of you by your shoulders softly. "It's not pity Y/N. You are so perfect. I'm an idiot and I've been to blind to see that I've been completely in love with you since the moment you asked me for food recommendations!" He exclaimed. A tear rolled down your face, but this time it was a happy tear. "What about Betty?" You asked but Jughead shook his head yet again. "Betty is my friend and yeah she's beautiful and kind, but she isn't you." Your hand slowly moved up to place itself on Jughead's cheek. He leaned into your touch as if he'd craved it for longer than you could imagine. However you could imagine. You'd wanted this for so long, and now that it was happening, you couldn't bring yourself to believe it was real. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that." You whispered, and your lips slowly inched closer together. They finally met and fireworks exploded in your stomach. In that moment, no words could ever express your feelings towards this boy. Only actions. So you showed him. You ran your hand through his hair, knocking his beanie from his head to give you better access. You pressed yourself against him, hungry for more, but before the kiss could progress, he pulled away and buried his head into your neck, inhaling your scent. "I'm such an idiot." He whispered and you chucked. "Yep, sometimes." You joked, stroking his hair affectionately. A/N: Don't forget to send me those requests guys! X

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11-97

hhelllll yEAHHHHH HERE WE GO BABIE!!!!!!! THANKS FOR THE ASK!!!

i probably went too hard on all these but....one of my summer classes just finished and i was like yeahahhHhhahah

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

totally depends where i am and how much time i have, but typically ill have yogurt & something small but sweet so i dont go insane

12. name of your favorite playlist?

god right now my favorite is handle without care, which is just stupid songs im into right now

13. lanyard or key ring?

lanyard, except i always get it caught on shit so typically i just throw my keys in my bag anyway

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

oooo hard one, my initial thought was sour gummy worms, but probably... either that or sour skittles. oh but fuck lemon & black licorice jelly beans together......im excited to have 0 followers & 0 friends tomorrow

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

percy jackson was dope. im trying to come up with another that i even read and frankly cannot

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

honestly i just sit like a fool all the time, but i like to be very reclined and almost horizontal, if im forced to sit more upright i like crosslegged or with my leg(s) pulled up to my chest

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

depends on the season or length of time, recently it’s been my black high top vans, usually it’s my docs. for a long time it was black converse.

18. ideal weather?

i like when it’s a little sunny, kind of overcast, but a little cold, like enough to wear layers but not suffer

19. sleeping position?

on my side, curled up, ideally holding pam(ela indestructable underworld), my adorable stuffed sloth

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

depends on what it is, but I have a planner sort of thing i really like for planning, a sketchbook/painting sort of notebook for more emotional shit and then my twitter that nobody follows and is private for really emotional shit

21. obsession from childhood?

i loved making like..dirt, water, and grass mixtures in an empty gatorade bottle. apparently this is not a common experience.

22. role model?

everyone to an extent, but also nobody. but to pin down a specific person, probably my therapist lol

23. strange habits?

i keep listening to shiny from moana? also i keep wanting to change my hair.

24. favorite crystal?

oh god, i love opal, but i dont know. most are pretty but some are awful. it depends, and id have to look at a million pictures for any resemblance of a legitimate answer

25. first song you remember hearing?

that’s so hard um. i dont remember very early but i do remember hearing crush, crush, crush by paramore and thinking ew crushes are gross even though i had a crush on a dumbass at the time, and welcome to the black parade and crying

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

warm, probably a concert but past that, walking around, going to thrift stores or record shops. 

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

a concert, again but past that going home, or getting a warm drink

28. five songs to describe you?

oh LORD!!!!! this is hard, but i did my best

1. caught in the middle - paramore

2. grow - muna

3. cool for cats - squeeze

4. cut my lip - twenty one pilots

5. tubthumping - chumbawumba

29. best way to bond with you?

share music with me, be vulnerable and share what is going on with you

30. places that you find sacred?

being in trees and being alone listening to music that means a lot to me loudly

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

i have a mustardy yellow shirt that’s got vertical lines that are raised from the shirt, and then a flared leg jumpsuit sort of thing that’s like plaid, with black and white and grey. then docs, and yeah i love that outfit. adore it. even better with a jean jacket with fleece lining.

32. top five favorite vines?

also so hard but after doing this i think im gonna throw up from laughing so hard

1. dancing puppet

2. get outta your mind

3. cat

4. WAY TO GO PAUL

5. krispy kreme

33. most used phrase in your phone?

that’s a great question, probably me asking people what to do with my hair

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

none currently, but always “meat, it’s what’s for dinner”

35. average time you fall asleep?

depends, but usually 10ish

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

probably some rage meme like brian or whatever

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

depends on what im doing, but usually duffel.

38. lemonade or tea?

arnold palmer babie!! but it depends, usually i’d say tea, i really like lemon ginger (especially pukka but its expensive)

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

i dont know if i’ve had lemon meringue pie, but lemon cake sounds better i think

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

i remembered this and it is entertaining, in middle school (i was...prolly 14? 13?) someone said “someone likes uuuu” to me and i was like. “......k” and they were like..... “it’s a giiiiiiirl” and i again, was like “.......k” and so literally, i fucking spent the rest of the class being like, hm! apparently i dont care. and thats how i realized that idc about gender when it comes to liking someone lol

41. last person you texted?

max, @laetan​. follow him if u dont i love him

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

women’s pant pockets are cursed. jacket pockets enlighten me, especially when there’s one normal and then one like, on top of that pocket but the entrance is horizontal. that’s my favorite.

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

all? but let’s rank them 

1. jean jacket, my absolute fav, i have like 5 jean jackets and it’s bad. i always want more

2. hoodie, with a jean jacket is even better, but COMFY!!!!

3. leather jacket, look like a badass with one piece of clothing!!

4. bomber jacket, dont have a lot but always make me feel cool

5. cardigan, makes me feel like an old lady, but also really comfy idk. even the worst is amazing

44. favorite scent for soap?

i love lemon, but any fruit is good. or like, vanilla

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

sci-fi usually....fantasy is usually too much and superhero is usually annoying. unless it’s spiderman. i adore spiderman

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

oversized soft t shirt and like, soft shorts/boxer things

47. favorite type of cheese?

GOAT CHEESE!!! also sharp cheddar and pepperjack

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

pear. i feel like i’m not talked about a lot but people like me and nobody despises me??

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

i really like “you can start over each day” and “only skeleton bones remain” (FUCKING CLIKKIE)

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

i feel like ive cried laughing so hard, or almost thrown up, but i dont know why, and that’s almost better

51. current stresses?

just general body things, appointments, school in the fall, graduating, etc

52. favorite font?

it depends on what im doing, but i love my own handwriting, i like times new roman, hate arial with a PASSION!!!!! brawler is nice but doesn’t bold well. handwriting fonts are cool too

53. what is the current state of your hands?

left hand’s nails is in silver glitter and right hand’s nails are blue/purple glitter. perpetual hangnails. still a hint of a scar from cutting my hand on a razor, and remnants of blisters from rowing

54. what did you learn from your first job?

that you can be kind and see change without changing the entire world, and that men are creepy as shit

55. favorite fairy tale?

i dont think i have one? max probably has a good one that i’d love. new ask game send me ur favorite fairy tales and ill read them and review them

56. favorite tradition?

my mom makes me a half birthday cake every year, it’s really cute and idk why it warms my heart

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

fuck dude, umm this is hard and also a lot

1. my extreme self hatred!!

2. my extreme concern for other people’s thoughts, just honestly like dressing and listening to whatever and not really caring, ill always care, just not as bad as i did

3. letting go of things and trying to grow because of pain rather than viewing it as a waste of time

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

uhhhhhghaghhaghdshaghdhsaghadshg i dont know this is hard

1. finding dope ass socks at thrift stores

2. thinking creatively and trying to make something stranger than others like it

3. i can draw p well???? i guess? i designed my tattoo does that count

4. winning contests. i won like, 10 last year? like wtf

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

recently it would be life’s a sham and then ur wow, in reference to life’s a bitch and then you die and also shamwow. so that. or just constantly referring to things as bad boys, like. dishes.

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

there’s different kinds? but ummmm i dont know, i dont want to google anime types. can i say like a miyazaki movie and be done with it

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

i dont know, can i do a song? bc i really like I’m alive in spite of me recently, also like this graffiti that i say that said 33 might mason men couldn’t put me back together again

62. seven characters you relate to?

oh boy, i asked my gf for help on some

1. nick miller from new girl

2. peter b. parker from into the spiderverse

3. dean mccoppin from iron giant for some reason

4. emile from ratatouille 

5. a mix of ben and leslie from parks and rec

6. a weird mix of chris and ron from parks and rec

7. rodrick from diary of a wimpy kid

63. five songs that would play in your club?

1. come down by anderson paak

2. send me on my way by rusted root

3. doses and mimosas by cherub

4. replay by iyaz

5. rap snitch knishes by mf doom

64. favorite website from your childhood?

WEBKINZ!!!!!

65. any permanent scars?

yeaaa got a lot, most prominent are on my legs, partially just stretch marks, and then the one on my forehead from when i got stitches

66. favorite flower(s)?

i love carnations, marigolds, roses, but really anything, fuck

67. good luck charms?

i don’t have any, i used to wear a bracelet my gf gave me but it broke. *insert gif of me trying to remember when it broke and if that’s when everything went to shit*

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

centipede jelly bean. worst thing ive ever had. it wouldn’t go away for a day even with eating other things and drinking water and chewing strong gum. horrible

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

i have no idea. truly

70. left or right handed?

i am right handed

71. least favorite pattern?

houndstooth, i really don’t like it for some reason

72. worst subject?

i am oh so bad at writing, it’s really hard for me. but honestly recently every subject is horrible.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

this was mentioned before, but black licorice and lemon. i’ve only had it with jelly beans, so maybe it’s not as good in other formats

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

depends on what it is, if i think a migraine is coming then i take it pretty low, maybe a 4, otherwise i can deal with it up to like a 6 or 7, unless i’m needing to focus

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

i dont know when, but i do remember where. i was at a drive through bank in a rental car with my parents and brother in oregon, and i put the tooth in the lid of a plastic water bottle.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

jalepeno potato chips are soooo good but, honestly, tots are the best. mashed potatoes are good too

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

depends on the direction it’s facing and climate, but i’m growing some ivy right now and it’s so pretty and cool. also a christmas cactus that my great great great grandma or something like that started and has been passed down!!!! and a ..... leafy boy

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

absolutely coffee from a gas station, i dont trust sushi

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

my school id because i’m smiling. i look stoned or dead in my id.

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

i didn’t entirely know what this meant, so i googled both and went oooooooo to jewel tones so. jewel tones.

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

i say both, i don’t know which i say more frequently because i live where there aren’t ....... lightning bugs. ore fireflies. whichever. lol

82. pc or console?

i dont game much, but i like my psp a lot, or like a joystick sort of sitchhhh

83. writing or drawing?

dRAWING FOR SURE!

84. podcasts or talk radio?

podcasts, i don’t listen to much of either

84. barbie or polly pocket?

can i throw in a third variable of bratz?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

either, but probably mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes?

depends on the kind, but i love frosting and cupcakes are fun, so cupcakes.

87. your greatest fear?

that i will lose everyone i love or push them away? eeeee

88. your greatest wish?

to be content and hopefully other people are content alongside me

89. who would you put before everyone else?

honestly my gf, max, and steph. and my mom. yeyeeeee

90. luckiest mistake?

oh god we could go deep or not. probably not. so like, buying pamela, my stuffed sloth

91. boxes or bags?

depends on the situation, but bags are fun, can put patches on them, plastic bags are boring and boxes are useful, help organize or carry lots of things

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

sunlight absolutely, i love it. i then would say lamps are better than fairy lights which are better than overhead lights. fuck overhead lights

93. nicknames?

for me? okay lets GO. delly, delly boi, dell, d, glen, glenjamin, glenny, yenaled. there’s a lot of weird/gross ones that i dont want to share.

94. favorite season?

fall in theory, summer in stability.

95. favorite app on your phone?

wasn’t this already asked? CAUGHTCHA

96. desktop background?

switches between 3 pictures around colorado that my gf took

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

five

98. favorite historical era?

good question, i honestly don’t know. can i say the 80s or 90s? if not like, before racism existed. yeah