not to alarm anyone but if u look at the moon with one eye and then close it and open the other one you see another identical moon a little bit to the left. why has science covered up the existence of this second, secret moon? we are the people and we demand answers
YOI Future!Verse ABO AU, Visual Headcanon Web Charts #01
So I always wanted to make one of these. Turns out my headcanons for the most part are WAY too wordy for these things and uh, they’re a bit of a mess >.>;; BUT I hope nonetheless that they’re somewhat fun to read even if barely legible, it was fun to make ^ ^;
1. Super basic relationship chart of the core members of the lovely poly family in this AU.
2. “Adults Think,” the color of each adult indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.
3. “Kids Think,” the color of each OC kid indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.
There’s obviously a lot more to it than what could be crammed in the lil text boxes, but a gist and pretty much the first things that immediately popped into my mind regarding their interactions. 2 and 3 also mostly show their thoughts while the kids are younger, which will change a bit as they grow up, to be covered in a future post.
*Recommended you right click view image to see full size bc the text is tiny oops
Because the text is so illegible, text only versions of charts 2 and 3
beneath cut, all elaborated quite a bit because I’m so rambly oops:
IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s Yuuri-centric polyamory in an ABO
setting, Yuuri’s married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami)
and they have OC kids.
Most of the time wings that are a bit heavy needs the support of straps that goes around the shoulders and under the chest to stay up against your back.
Harnesses works very good but if the dress etc have bare shoulders however the straps are going to show.
This is how I normally do wings in a way to avoid having a harness for those character designs.
First of all this method will not work if the top/dress is loose fitted. The wings will require some support to hold them in place on your back. I find that corsets are the best for this especially if the wings are a bit heavy but I have also used it in tops without boning.
Start of making your wings seperated on two bars. Make sure the bars are made out of a stiff material since they are going to support the weight of the wings. If they end up being to week and bend the wings will slope and gap away from your back.
For my angel wings in felt I used 3 mm thick aluminum bars to hold up my, a bit more heavy, wings. I then covered them in worbla and connecting them using some more worbla, This creates a good wing base and makes them stay with a good distance from each other.
In a similar way I attached an other pair of wings made out of worbla to a base, but since these wings are quite light a few layers of worbla was enough to keep them stiff and not bend.
Make sure not to make the base too short since you will stick it into your back lining and don’t want it to fall out.
One of the most important steps when doing these kinds of wings is to bend the base a bit. Most backs are not 100% flat so put the wing base against you back and mark where on the base where a gap between the base and your back starts to show. If the base is made of a thermoplastic you can just heat it up and bend it at the marking into the right angle. Otherwise, like for the base with aluminum, you can saw it of and reattach them again to create the right angle. You can of course make the angling of the base before attaching the wings but I find it easier to do it after.
When the base is done you can just stick it in to the top. I find that sticking it into the bra strap also helps the wings stay in place a bit better.
I personally love this method since you super easily can take the wings of and back on if you want to sit down or walk in a crowded hallway without worrying about people bumping into you wings.
~Bubblefish (Photo at the top was taken by
Monsta X reaction to them wanting to cuddle but you teasing them that you don’t want to
When you started teasing that you didn’t want to cuddle, Shownu would just shrug a bit and not really care. He would sit there and go back to what he would go back to what he was doing. When you realized your teasing backfired, you turned to go into the other room. Shownu would then jump up and pull you into the covers, laughing a bit. “Now you’re stuck~.”
Wonho would pretend to cry when you said you didn’t want to cuddle him. He would start to sniffle and rub his eyes while his face got all red. When you came forward to tell him that you were only kidding and really wanted to cuddle, he would grab you and pull you into his chest. “I’m never gonna let you go!” He would say, laughing loudly.
Minhyuk would laugh at little bit at your “refusal” to cuddle him. He would pause a bit then he would cross his arm and stick his lip out as he started to fake pout at you. “Fiiiiiine~~!!” Minhyuk would cover himself in blankets, hiding and tossing around a bit, until you gave in and finally cuddled him. He would stop pouting right away and give you a kiss and hold you tight as you laughed at him.
Kihyun would be a little surprised you didn’t want to cuddle. He’d make a little bit of an annoyed face with a tiny sigh. “If you don’t want to cuddle, i’ll take a nap by myself then.” When you heard that you’d chuckle a bit and get under the cover with him and cling on closely. “That’s what I thought, you little brat~.” he would laugh and put his arm around you.
When you joked that you didn’t want to cuddle, Hyungwon would make a little face at you. He would get all comfy and make a little cozy spot for you beside him. “Well, I’ll be here when you wanna cuddle.” When you came back to snuggle up to him, you found him snoring away. He fell asleep waitng for you to come cuddle him.
When you didn’t want to snuggle, he would start to do his signature baby aegyo voice to try to get his way. “Baaaaaby!! come cuddle!!” he would coo while making grabby hands at you. When you gave in, he would wrap his arms tightly around you with a cute triumphant smile on his face.
Changkyun would ask you once and when you started to tease, he wouldnt take that as an answer. He would keep asking non-stop. “Come on! Let’s cuddle!!” He’d keep repeating. Even when you left the room you would get a call from him asking to cuddle still. You’d finally even give in, he would laugh and hug you tightly. “I’m glad i only had to ask once~”
You and Jin were attending a boring dinner party. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, but you couldn’t get rid of the aching feeling between your legs. Jin looked so good tonight, dressed up in his black suit with his blonde hair tussled lazily across his forehead. The wetness built up in your panties, and you were sure it wouldn’t go away until you had Jin between your legs. So, with this in mind, you snuck up on him, placing your hands around his waist. Leaning up you seductively whispered in his ear.
‘I’d rather have your cock in my mouth than this boring conversation in my ears daddy’
You witnessed Jin’s eyes darken and before you knew it, you were sat on the sink in the restaurant’s bathroom with your elegant blue dress hitched up to your thighs. Jin’s fingers teased your entrance before he roughly pushed you down onto your knees. His hands ran through your hair, biting his lip as you looked up with innocent eyes.
‘I’m waiting princess’
Yoongi [Suga] -
Yoongi threw his head back in delight as your hips moved in circular motions. His hands gripped your hips as you held onto his shoulder blades, nails digging into his soft flesh. His back rested against the headboard of the bed while you bounced on his cock, loving the feeling of him filling you up. His damp, black hair stuck to his forehead, slightly covering his dark eyes as he leaned up a bit to softly kiss your lips. He pulled away and softly smiled up at you before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Moans and pleas fled from your lips.
‘Please! Faster daddy!’
Yoongi stopped your movements, confusing you for a moment until he lay you on your back. The intense look he threw you caused your heart to stop. He roughly slammed his length back into you, attaching his lips to your neck leaving a trail of dark purple bruises. One of his hands lay on your hip while the other gripped the headboard for support. He repeated his movements until there were dents in the wall and he had you screaming his name for the neighbours to hear. He casted you a smug smirk, letting you know that a long night awaited you.
‘I’ll show you how fast I can go kitten’
Hoseok [J-Hope] -
Hoseok held your hips, eyes glued to the way your naked pussy glided along his jean clad thigh. It came a great surprise to him when you confessed that you fantasised about him, specifically his thighs. He wasted no time and immediately set you on his lap, before pushing your panties aside. Now here you were, riding his thigh like there was no tomorrow.
However, after a while you became irritated as Hoseok was doing nothing to help you with your needs. It was becoming frustrating as you continued to bounce on his thigh, while he sat back and enjoyed your struggle to get yourself off. Begging was the only way you were able to get him to satisfy you.
‘Daddy, can you help me?’
You whined, causing Hoseok to groan at your submissive tone. He began to bounce his knee up and down in a jerking motion, while his fingers slipped into your clit. Your hands flew up to his hair, slightly yanking as his fingers thrusted deeper inside of you. He leaned up to your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin.
‘Let daddy do all the work babygirl’
Namjoon [Rap Monster] -
Namjoon chuckled cruelly at your pitiful state, as you lay stark naked on his bed, your hands cuffed behind your back and a blindfold blocking your sight. His tongue dragged down your stomach before stopping at your pantie line, to which he pulled down with his mouth. The feeling of his teeth scraping against your naked thigh almost sent you over the edge. Namjoon came back up and used his thumb to circle your sensitive bud.
‘Please daddy, I’m desperate’
Namjoon merely hummed, continuing to gaze at your submissive form. The sight alone was a prize as your hair lay spread out beneath you with your pink lips parted in delight. He pushed his thumb inside you slowly, testing the waters. You gasped as you felt the cold metal of his ring hit against your clit. Namjoon then retracted his hand away leaving you whining, but quieted you down by ripping off your blindfold and placing his chapped lips onto yours. He pulled away, a string of saliva being the only thing that connected you two.
‘Show daddy what you are willing to do for him’
Jimin hoisted you up onto his desk, his head buried in your neck as your hands ran through his brown hair. His hips moved in a circular motion, hitting the spot that always made your toes curl in pleasure each time he thrusted. Your nails scrapped down his back, as he left love bites across your collarbone. Moans flew out pass your lips, begging him to keep going. He continued to slam into you, taking you to a whole new level of pleasure.
‘You make me feel so good daddy’
You always knew it was one of Jimin’s kinks but you were always too shy to try it out. But now you wanted to get a reaction out of him. Surprisingly, it didn’t shock him. He kept thrusting, however this time he was going noticeably rougher and deeper. His nails dug into your hips, surely leaving bruises. You could feel his cock fill you up, each time he pulled out left you with an empty feeling. He breathed heavily into your neck, causing goosebumps to appear on the bare flesh.
‘Don’t tease me, baby’
Taehyung [V] -
Taehyung’s tongue circled your wet folds, teasing you with his pink muscle. Your hands found their way to his hair, pulling tightly at the soft strands. He smirked smugly against your pussy and soft pleadings of ‘harder’ and ‘faster’ left your mouth. He continued to ignore you and went on with his pleasurable torture. That was until a soft, almost silent, plea escaped your pink lips.
‘Please daddy, just fuck me’
Taehyung halted his torment on your clit and peaked his head up at you. The sight almost made him cum right there in his underwear as he gazed at your messy hair and fucked out expression. He wasted no time in pulling down his boxers and gripping his cock, to which he desperately inserted himself inside of you. He breathlessly chuckled as he witnessed you come undone beneath him.
‘You like that babygirl?’
Jungkook panted into your neck, his wet hair sticking to his forehead as he pinned you against the tiled wall. Water glistened down both your bodies as the glass door fogged up, due to the heat of the water or what was happening currently inside, you weren’t sure. Jungkook thrusted in and out of you with ease, becoming quite needy as he slammed into you deeper. One of your hands held the back of his neck while the other left scratches down his back. He held you up against him, making it easier for him to fuck you senseless.
‘Daddy, not so rough’
Jungkook merely chuckled in response to your pathetic attempt to make him stop and continued on abusing your pussy. He silenced your protests with a rough kiss to your already bruised lips which earned a moan to form in the back of you throat. Jungkook forced his tongue into your mouth before parting and throwing you a handsome yet irritating smirk.
‘I don’t think you are in any position to be telling daddy what to do kitten’
BTS reaction to their girlfriend falling asleep on their shoulder while watching a movie with all the members
Jin would turn to talk to you about something going on in the movie to find you fast asleep on his shoulder. He smiled softly, wondering how you fell asleep with all the noise from the rest of the boys. He’d put his arm around you and held you close. “Guys, could you be a bit quieter? I don’t want her waking up.” Jin would ask softly.
Yoongi himself would start getting sleepy through half the film. He would turn to you to ask you if you wanted to go up to bed with him only to find you asleep. He would chuckle a bit, then scoop you up in his arms. “We’re going to bed. Tell me how the movie ends.”
He would think it was precious. Hobi would be squealing at parts of the movie he liked and tapping your shoulder to make sure you saw. When he didn’t get a reply he looked at you. Wiping the bit of drool from your mouth, he felt a bit bad for being so loud. He laid you down on his lap and kissed your forehead. “Night Night, jagi~. I’ll tell you all about it in the morning~.”
He would be laughing and talking to everybody as the movie played. Namjoon looked down at you with a huge smile, only for it to get bigger when he saw you sleeping. He kisses your forehead softly and took you upstairs, tucking you in so that you would be away from all the noise. “I’ll be up to cuddle you soon, baby~. Sleep tight.”
Jimin would fall asleep with you. Since you were already asleep, he took you in his arms and cuddles you close. He would start to yawn then slowly close his eyes as your sleepiness rubbed off on him. Holding you tightly, he fell asleep with you. “Goodnight, princess…” he slept with all the noise around you fading away from both of you.
He would also be pretty loud with Hoseok as the movie was being played. He would laugh loudly and clap his hands. He would feel you jump slightly at the sound of one of his claps. He glanced at you to find you fast asleep on his shoulder. Tae would quickly pull out his phone to take pictures and get the rest of the groups attention. “Guys! Isn’t she so cute!?”
Jungkook would be super into the movie. He would be fully focused on it, until he felt your head slowly sliding forward off his shoulder. He’d look down to find you fast asleep, drool running down your chin. He’d giggle a bit, cover you up and cuddle you until the movie was boring. “You’re adorable, jagi!”
I have NO idea what fashion is but I wanted to join the wave of ripped-jeans model @danisnotonfire and then got wild with k-pop styled silver-haired @amazingphil :D Their looks in 2k17 are somehow crazier than ever! And I let myself out with making up outfits! It was fun, thanks to the twitter squad xD
Description: Chuck asks Reader to homecoming, Jughead thinks its a bad idea. Turns out, he was right.
Warnings: Swearing, reader has sort of a mild panic attack, but nothing too serious. This was a request from an anon who liked one of the headcanons in the non-asexual Jughead list. Hope you guys like it!!!
I sat at a table in the student lounge by myself, waiting for my best friend Jughead. I had my sketch pad out, messing around and trying to keep myself busy.I didn’t really like sitting alone, because usually Reggie and his gang of man-children would take the attention of the student lounge, and I would be subjected to the torture that is their awful and offensive banter.I glanced around the room, uninterested, until my eyes caught the gaze of another, Chuck Clayton.
Chuck was caption of the football team, formerly co-caption with Jason Blossom before he was killed. I had never heard anything bad about him, and he sat next to me in my math class. I helped him out a bit with his schoolwork once in a while.He was actually a really kind person from what I could tell.
Chuck stood up, walking towards me. I froze, wondering why in the hell anybody like Chuck Clayton would give me the time of day.
“Hey, y/n.” Chuck stood in front of me, smiling brightly.
“Uh, hey Chuck, are you having any trouble with the geometry homework?” I asked him, beginning to pull out my textbook from my bag.
“No, uh, I actually wanted to ask you something.” Chuck stopped me.“I was wondering if, maybe you’d like to uh, go to homecoming with me?”
I froze again, taken back at his question.
“Me?“I looked around the room as if he may be confusing me with someone else.
“Yeah, you.” Chuck confirmed, chuckling a bit.
“Uh, o-ok, yeah, I’ll go with you.” I blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I didn’t see the harm in saying yes, he was a nice guy, and it wasn’t like anybody else would ever ask me.
“Great! Uh, are you free tomorrow? Maybe we could meet up after school and hang out or something?” Chuck offered.
“Alright, yeah, I can do that.”
“Cool, I’ll see you then.” Chuck grinned, walking back to his group of friends.
“Hey, Juggie.” I smiled warmly at my friend, sliding in to the booth next to him. I laid my head on his shoulder, his screen open as he typed.
“Hey, y/n.” Jughead pressed a quick kiss to the top of my head before returning his attention to his novel.
“How was your day?” I asked him, looping my arm around his and scooting closer to cuddle in to his side.
“Oh, same old same old.Nothing interesting.” Jughead hummed, leaning his head against mine. Jughead wasn’t huge on showing affection in public, but he put up with me always cuddling in to his side.“How was yours?”
"Well, it was…interesting, to say the least."I sighed, taking a sip of the Jughead’s root beer.
“Well, Chuck Clayton asked me to homecoming.”
I felt Jughead tense before looking down at me with a shocked look on his face.
“What did you say?”
“I said sure.” I shrugged, taking another sip of his root beer.
“Are you feeling alright?” Jughead placed his hand over my forehead, as if he was checking to see if I had a fever. I swatted his hands away and slid over to the opposite booth seat.
"Quit it, Jug."I warned.
"This is a big deal!"Jughead fired, his hands waving wildly.
"It’s not!” I shot back.
"It’s the captain of the football team!”
”And?Y/n, he’s only one of the biggest players at our whole school!You know about The Playbook!”
“Jughead, that’s just a silly rumor."I argued.Jughead slammed his laptop shut.
"I can’t believe you’re actually going to go to homecoming with that….that….that imbecile!”
”Jughead!Just because “that imbecile” is on the football team, doesn’t make him a bad person!“ I stood up, grabbing my backpack.
"Wait, y/n."Jughead reached for my wrist but I pulled away.
"I won’t be here tomorrow, I’m seeing Chuck after school.“ I paced out of the diner, ignoring Jughead’s protests.
I hadn’t talk to Jughead all day, or Betty, or Veronica.The girls, Jughead, and Kevin seemed to be on some kind of mission, and I wasn’t going to talk to them anyways. I was sure Jughead told them all about Chuck asking me to homecoming.
When school was over, I waited in the library, where Chuck had texted me, asking me to meet up with him. I sat at a table in the corner, working on a book report until he showed.
10 minutes passed, which turned in to 20, then 30, then an hour, and I soon realized that I had been stood up. I gathered all my stuff and compiled it in to my backpack neatly, before zipping it up and swinging it over my shoulder. I pushed the bridge of my glasses up my nose and began to make my way out of the library. Jughead was going to gloat in all of his glory when I told him about what happened.
As I turned opened the door of the library, cold liquid was thrown in my face, drenching my front from head to toe. I gasped loudly, my eyes burning as I wiped the slush-like substance from my face.
"How’s your slushie, freak?!” I opened my eyes to Reggie holding a slushie cup, with about 5 or 6 guys laughing at m, one of them being Chuck.One of the jocks was holding a phone, recording the whole scene.
“Do you really think Chuck would ever ask a weirdo like you to homecoming?"One of the jocks laughed.
"News flash, nobody would ask you out even if you were the last girl on earth, you frigid bitch.”I looked at Chuck, hurt in my eyes.Chuck just smiled, before opening his mouth.
“Don’t take it too personal, y/n, it’s just-” Chuck kicked off the wall he was leaning against, strolling over to me.He leaned down so he was eye level to me."Nobody would ever waste their time on you.You’re not worth it.”
I shoved past Chuck, tears falling down my face. I ran down the hallways of the school, shoving the front doors open and running home as fast as I could.I swung my front door open, running past my mom and up the stairs.I heard my mother shout for me, but I just wanted to take a shower and crawl in to a hole and die.
I stripped off all my clothes and got in, rinsing the sticky drink out of my hair. After I was finished, I threw on some comfy clothes and wrapped a blanket around me, sitting on the edge of my bed.
“Honey.” My mom knocked on my door, opening it slowly.“You’ve gotta get ready, the football game is soon.” She took one look at me and knew something was wrong, sitting next to me on my bed.“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?"My mom rubbed my back soothingly.I fessed up, telling her everything, from yesterday when Chuck asked me out, to Jughead and I’s fight, to the slushie incident.
"Oh honey, I’m so so sorry."My mom pulled me in to her chest, embracing me tightly."If you don’t wanna go tonight, I completely understand.” My mom ran her fingers through my hair while my tears stained her shirt.
“No, I have to go, I promised Josie I’d sing with her tonight.” I wiped away my tears, taking a deep breath and calming myself down. After a few more minutes and my mom making promises to call the principal and “kick Chuck where the sun don’t shine”, she left my room so I could get ready for tonight.
I threw on the outfit I was wearing tonight and grabbed my coat, setting it on my bed with my purse and doing my hair.I did only a little bit of makeup, enough to cover up the fact that I had cried alone in my room for 3 hours, and then I slipped on my boots and went downstairs.
Archie was sat on my couch, swinging his keys around his finger. I loved on the other side of Betty, so he always offered to drive me to games, since he would be heading there anyways.
“Hey, Arch.” I smiled. Archie looked at me sadly before getting up and hugging me tightly.
“Okay, who died.” I joked, hugging my friend back.
“I know what Chuck did to you.” Archie whispered. My fingers clenched around the fabric of his varsity jacket.
“It’s okay.” I moved away so I could look at Archie.“Arch, it’s ok.”
“It’s not ok, it’s-” Archie began to yell and I caught his face in my hands, turning him to look at me.
“I’m.Ok.See?” I stood back and twirled a bit.“ No bumps, no bruises, just a stupid boy who thought he could get to me.” He had gotten to me, but I wasn’t going to let Archie, or anyone for that matter, know.
“Alright, well, Jughead and Betty are doing stuff for the blue and gold with Veronica and Kevin. They said they would meet us at the game, so…”
“Alright, well let’s get going!” I hugged my mom goodbye before leaving out my front door and climbing in to Mr. Andrews truck.
It was the third quarter of the game and the rest of my friends still hadn’t shown up, contrary to what Archie had told me earlier. I had long since performed on stage with Josie and was sitting alone on the bleachers.
“Wow, you’re pathetic!” A girl called out to me, laughing with her friend while she pointed at her phone. I saw a video playing of me getting slushied, except on a loop, and Chuck’s words repeating in the background.
“Nobody would ever waste their time on you”
“You’re not worth it”
“You’re not worth it”
“You’re not worth it”
I stood from the bleachers, running down the steps as fast as I could. Apparently, Chuck humiliating me in front of half the football team wasn’t enough?
I started hyperventilating, feeling everybody’s eyes on me as phones started to beep, the same video being sent to the whole school. People started laughing and whispering as they looked at me and I couldn’t stop myself from bursting in to tears.My vision was blurred and I started to feel trapped in a hole that was just getting smaller, and smaller, and smal-
“Y/n!"Somebody gripped my shoulders tightly, and I saw Veronica standing in front of me. she looked at me with concern on her face, her eyebrows raised as if looking for answers.
"Chuck…he…he…oh god, Ronnie, the whole school knows.” I wrapped my arms around her neck, collapsing in to her arms.
“Shhh, I know, I know.” Ronnie hugged me back, running her hand down my hair gently to calm me down as my body racked with sobs.
“We gotta go, ok? I don’t think Kevin can hold off Jughead much longer, and-”
“Wait, what?” I gave her the concerned look this time.
Listen, the reason we’re late is because we found the playbook.Its real, and it’s got almost every girl in it, you and I the newest victims.”
“Who put you in it?"I asked her.
"Chuck and I went on a date last night, and he sticky mapled me."Veronica explained.
"Sticky maple? What’s a sticky Ma-”
“Listen, I can tell you all about it later, but right now w-”
“We gotta go, like, now, Jughead is pissed.” Betty came running up the stairs.“I’ve never seen him like this, like, ever.”I followed Betty and Veronica down the bleachers, to the football fence where Kevin stood, his back facing us and his hands wrapped tightly around Jughead’s shoulders.Jughead himself looked like a raging bull seeing red, his nostrils flaring and his jaw clenched.When he saw me, he shoved Kevin out of the way, jogging towards me.
“Why didn’t you tell me what happened right away?!?!” Jughead cried.His palms went to my cheeks, wiping away the tears still falling down my face.
“I-I don’t know, we had gotten in to a fight, and I had left it off bad, and I-”
“Y/n, it’s ok, it’s ok, alright?I’m always here for you, always, I-”
“Well, well, well, looks like you can’t keep the freaks away from each other.Let me guess, it was you that helped him hide the body, right, weirdo?” Chuck leaned against the fence, helmet resting between his hip and forearm.
Jughead wrapped his hands around my shoulders and moved me gently so I wasn’t in front of him anymore before walking calmly up to Chuck, pulling his arm back, and clocking Chuck right in the jaw. Chuck went tumbling down, falling on his ass.
“Hey, freak show, wanna tussle?” Reggie came marching over, seeing the commotion.
“Listen, we all know you get your sexist views from the 50’s, but can you not use their lingo too? It kinda makes you look like a-"Reggie punched Jughead and I gasped. Jughead wiped the blood now coming from his mouth, spitting the rest at Reggie’s feet.
”A tool.” Jughead finished.
Reggie shoved Jughead and I came running forward, trying to block Reggie from Jughead. Reggie pushed me out of the way and I fell on my back.Jughead was already knocking his fists in to Reggie’s face, Reggie trying to block him. I began to go in again and was lifted in the air by Chuck, being thrown over his shoulder.
“Time to take out the trash!“Chuck laughed, hauling me off.I started screaming and thrashing in his arms, kicking my legs and waving my arms.
"Put her down!” Veronica screamed, shoving Chuck’s chest. Chuck pushed her down and Betty yelped, running over to help Ronnie up.
Archie began pulling Reggie off of Jughead, and he turned around to see me thrown over Chuck’s shoulder.Jug ran towards Chuck, doing anything he could to grab me from his arms.He kicked Chuck in the stomach, which caused him to stumble backward, and took the opportunity to grab me from his arms and pulling me away from Chuck.
“You’re fucking insane!” Chuck screamed.
“Says the one who tried to haul off with y/n!” Betty screamed back. Betty, Jughead, Kevin, and Archie now stood protectively around Veronica and I.
“What the hell is going on?” Principal Weatherbee hollered from the football field gate, Coach Clayton and the Mayor behind him.
“Chuck, you are in serious trouble!” The coach spoke to his son in a loud tone.
“Dad, they were the ones who-”
“Son, I know about the playbook.” The coach interrupted.“ And I’ve seen the video of what you did to that poor girl.Come on!” The coach grabbed Reggie and Chuck by the shoulders, dragging them back inside the football field and towards the school.The mayor and principal Weatherbee followed.
After the whole commotion at the game, Archie was benched, because he had a bloody nose after the fight with Reggie. Jughead had it way worse, a black eye now adorning the right side of his face and a swollen lip, as well as a busted nose to match that of his best friends. He had a few cuts and bruises on his upper body, but nothing a little first aid couldn’t help.
Jughead now stood in front of me in his pajamas. Archie had drove everyone back to Betty’s, and I immediately dragged Jughead to my house to clean him up while the girls and Kevin set up an impromptu movie night/sleepover to make up for the shitty events earlier on in the night.
“You’ve been eerily silent."Jughead broke the silence as I wiped the cut on his chin with hydrogen peroxide.Jughead hissed at the discomfort.
"I’m just-” I sighed, setting down the napkin in the counter next to me.“I’m an idiot.”
“Y/n, you’re not an idiot.”
“I should have listened to you though.You were right about Chuck and I still went through with it anyways and-” I trailed off, not wanting to relive this afternoon.
“As much as I love hearing you say I was right.” Jughead smiled proudly. “What you need to know is that, everything Chuck said about you is a lie.”
“It’s wasn’t, Jug, he was right."I shook my head, beginning to cry once more.
"No, y/n, don’t say that.” Jughead rested his hands on the counter by either side of my thighs, capturing me in his lean and firm frame.I looked up at him, my eyes red and puffy.
“Jughead, I’m not worth it. None of this was worth it. You getting a black eye and a busted lip and a bloody nose wasn’t worth it!I’m pathetic! I’m a freak, I’m-” I waved my hands around wildly, and Jughead caught my wrists with my hands, holding on to them firmly but gently.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Jughead spoke softly, yet loud enough to get my attention.I stopped, looking at him.“You are worth it, ok? In my mind, in my..my everything, you’re worth it.You have always been worth it and you always will be worth it.” Jughead’s hands went around my cheeks, his thumbs stroking the sides of my face lovingly.
And then I was kissing Jughead.
My fingers were tangled in his hair, his beanie cap knocked off and long forgotten on the tile floor somewhere, his arms pulling me flush to his body. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer, and the only time we stopped was to catch our breath for a second before kissing again.
A muffled shout was heard and I tore away from Jughead, to see the girls standing at Betty’s kitchen window, their phones in hand, taking pictures of us. Archie appeared behind them, two thumbs up being thrown in the air.
“We have an audience.” I hid my face in the crook of his neck, my nervous laughs muffled.
“I noticed.” Jughead flipped them off and they giggled, shutting the curtains quickly.
“When we get over there, they’re in for it.” Jughead mumbled, dipping his head back down to kiss me again.
“Bloody hell Joe,”
you groaned, leaning closer to the mirror, examining the marks your boyfriend
had left everywhere on your neck.
They were darker than usual, and they went down your shoulders as well, a few
even grazing your collarbones.
“I’m sorry love, I got a bit carried away,” he mumbled,
coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rummaged through
your makeup bag, frustrated. You hadn’t necessarily planned on you and Joe having sex at his sister’s house, but after
the impromptu water fight yesterday, which had left both you and Joe in
see-through, soaking wet white t-shirts, the hormones were kicking all day
until you could finally escape up to the spare room.
However, the lack of planning had left you without your
thickest concealer, which you usually used to cover up. Joe had a habit of
leaving the purple marks, and they weren’t seen as professional at work.
“Do they hurt?” Joe’s voice came from behind you again. He
was pressing gentle kisses to the few he had left on your shoulder. You could
tell he felt bad.
“No, of course not. Believe me, they felt good, I just didn’t really come prepared
to cover them. And with us all having breakfast later…”
“Well, my sister is a beauty blogger you know. I’m sure
she’s got a billion tubes of that stuff,” he pointed towards some of the
concealer in your bag. He was right; she was sure to have a color correcting
kit and everything else in her makeup storage upstairs.
“Okay, here’s the plan. You go
downstairs and put a spoon under the coldest water you can get, then bring it
to her makeup room upstairs, okay?” You gave him a quick kiss and sent him on
Joe was very quiet as he went down the stairs. Zoe and Alfie
seemed to be asleep still, so he crept to the kitchen, doing as he was told
with the spoon. It was only then that he realized that Nala was pawing at his
leg. That meant she was out of her crate.
How do the romanced companions (+Maxson, Glory, and Des???) sleep with the Sole? Like in what position? I'm in desperate need of cuteness :)
Ada will not be in this reaction as I imagine (and I’m pretty sure I’ve seen her do it in the game?) she stays standing up to sleep. Other than that, I hope this was what you were after Nonnie, enjoy <3
Cait liked to be near Sole at night when she slept- she liked the body heat, but she didn’t particularly like touching at night- she much rather preferred to be an arm’s width apart. Sole didn’t particularly mind not touching at night- some nights got rather humid, and they found that if they fell asleep touching, then they’d end up all sweaty and gross by morning.
Usually they’d end up at the opposite ends of the bed, not touching but close enough to know that the other was there for each other.
Curie and Sole usually ended up going to bed at different times- Sole was often up strategizing ways to make the Commonwealth more safe and Curie was usually up researching different medical things.
When they woke up in the morning they would usually end up a tangled mess in bed- arms wrapped around one another, legs tangled together and foreheads just touching as they slept, the duvet thrown carelessly over the top of the pair.
Danse and Sole’s relationship was based around Danse protecting Sole- when out travelling within the commonwealth, when in battle, when in one of the safest settlements within the Commonwealth, just having some down time.
So for Danse to be the big spoon was to be expected- even in sleep, (only when they were in a safe place, if not they would take turns to be on watch) Danse wanted to protect Sole, to make sure that they were safe, no matter the circumstances.
Deacon was a man of many faces- he’d been women, men, raiders, gunners, one time he even became a supermutant (and he got away with it, they were so stupid). He was strong; yet weak. He knew all; yet knew nothing at all. He always felt like he needed to be strong for everyone else.
Yet when it came to being with Sole, he always knew that they were being strong for one another- Sole needed him as much as he needed them. As for Deacon being the small spoon- it made him feel safe, feeling the warmth of Sole behind him.
Gage and Sole didn’t particularly want the world of raiders knowing that they were together- in the beginning, they used to sleep in separate beds, until slowly, their relationship slowly started getting more and more intimate.
The usually end up with Sole sprawled over the top of him, their legs tangled up in a big mess across the bottom of the bed. One time when one of the gang’s leaders came up to speak to Sole, Gage and Sole ended up with strange looks- it was from that moment that they agreed that they wouldn’t keep hiding.
It wasn’t very often that Sole and Hancock went to bed- or woke up in bed together. They had very busy lives outside of their relationship, and they often spent days or weeks apart- they got used to sleeping without each other as much as they got used to sleeping together.
When they did end up sleeping together, they often slept in a big heap of bodies, not being able to figure out which finger belonged to which body.
MacCready was a space hogger. Sole had managed to get a double bed together, with a lot of help from Sturges and welding two beds together, and scavenging a nice looking double bed from a pre-war house they came across. Sole would be curled up on the very edge whilst MacCready had arms and legs lying everywhere.
It was sweet- the way that Sole’s head would find itself cradled into the nook of MacCready’s arm.
Nick didn’t like lying down to ‘sleep’. He didn’t need to sleep, and he thought that it was mildly pointless for him to even consider sleeping. But he knew that Sole liked sleeping- not as much as they had pre-war times, since they’d spent over 200 years sleeping, but it helped them feel more alive, especially when they’d had a particularly hard day.
When Nick laid down next to Sole at night, Nick would just lie still, and let Sole curl themselves up against his body, the blanket they used thrown up over their heads, keeping in the warmth, a stark contrast against Nick’s cool metallic body.
‘The leg hug’
Longfellow was used to being alone. He’d never taken another lover after Hannah, and he’d gotten used to sleeping alone. So when Sole came into his life, and became something more than friends, he knew he’d have to start getting used to sleeping with another body beside him.
Although the Island’s fog brought a chill to the air, when they slept together, they usually ended up with tangled legs, the blanket thrown over their feet, but their upper halves far away from each other- too hot to possibly think of touching.
Piper’s bed in her small Diamond City home was only small- but her and Sole were perfectly able to lay down back to back in it, and not roll over and fall out the bed (although they might have once, when Nat played a prank on the pair).
They usually slept back to back, with the lower parts of their backs and bottoms pressing against one another, reassuring the other that they had their back, in sleep and during times when they needed it the most.
Preston had spent such a long time of his life trying to be the bigger man and protect people. He’d protected people when the Minutemen moved into Quincy. He’d tried to protect his people when the gunners had come in and slaughtered the minutemen. He’d protected people as they’d travelled, trying to find safety.
When he was with Sole, he felt like he no longer had to put up the front, and he knew that Sole would be the one to protect him- that’s how he ended up as the little spoon, curled up in front of Sole.
X6 doesn’t sleep. He didn’t need it, so he didn’t do it. Sleeping made him feel uncomfortable more than anything else. He never slept, even once he got into a relationship with Sole.
Sole would beg him to at least lie in the bed beside Sole, and slowly, as their relationship grew more intimate, X6 would slowly begin to lay next to Sole, allowing them to rest their head upon his chest or shoulder. He preferred not to, however, since he always ended up with with aching joints from lying in one position for so long- he was more used to moving that staying still.
Maxson never knew love growing up. He witnessed it in his mother and father when he was a baby- maybe, he couldn’t quite remember. He’d witnessed it in a few people within the ranks of the Brotherhood. He didn’t know what it felt like until he fell in love with Sole.
When Sole and Maxson ended up sharing a bed together, they would end up curled up in each other’s arms, before rolling away once sleep overtook, proving their relationship provided the pair independence despite being together.
Railroad HQ was small, too small to have bedframes in, meaning that everyone ended up on a single mattress on the floor, pushed up against the wall. Most nights the agents had to share the mattresses, and that was how Sole and Desdemona ended up together- they’d ended up sharing the same bedroll one night.
When they went to sleep at night, Desdemona and Sole would usually end up in bed, back to back but not quite touching. They found they were most comfortable that way- they didn’t want the whole world knowing about their relationship, but they were close enough that they could feel the body heat from one another.
Glory was the biggest bed hogger there was. Although she was a synth, for some reason she needed sleep to survive- must have been something wired wrong. She might not have needed a full eight hours like normal humans, but she did need a few hours each night. When Sole and Glory ended up in the same bedroll or mattress, Sole usually ended up sleeping on the cold hard ground.
Not only did Glory hog the majority of the bed, but she also kicked quite a bit- Sole often woke up with bruises covering their shins and sometimes even the knees.
older Miles is a bit of an ass, complete with snide remarks, a perpetual bad mood, and of course, more lying. he almost reminds me of Felix but more obnoxious. he still has a huge crush on Adrienne though that has only gotten worse over the years. only her bright sunshine behavior seems to bring out the softer side of him
Summary: You and Jughead have been at each others throats for years. But after a drunken night you barely remember, you’re left confused on where your relationship stands.
Word Count: 1,616
Warnings: language, mentions of sex, drinking(?)
A/N: I just really love a good love/hate relationship and haven’t seen many Jughead x reader versions, so I made my own. (I also didn’t proof read it so let me know if there are any mistakes) Please send feedback! Constructive criticism is appreciated! :)
Yongguk is going to want you to be more vocal than him. To react to his deep complements and comments and he’ll want you to tell him how’s he doing too. The reassurance will be so fucking sexy to him.
Yongguk is by default (and blessing) deep toned. So whatever he says in bed will be low and it will drive you crazy. Yongguk won’t over do it though. He’ll mostly be honey groans and deep moans, especially when you’re giving him head. When he speaks (lord bless you) it’ll be in whispers. Against your neck or stomach. Compliments and just pure (not pure) body worship.
Himchan has no problems being vocal in bed. He’d love to dirty talk to you while he teases your body. Imagine (!) you’re on the bed and he’s letting his fingers trace over your body while he comments on your rocking hips and indulging on the things he wants to do with you, for you, to you. Himchan would be okay with just being himself with you, so you’ll hear many of his beautiful groans and grunts. His hand will be flat on your stomach as he rocks into you. The feeling of you making him groan, he might say something like “Ah, Y/N. You feel so good. Just for me.” To cover up his moans a bit because he’d rather see and hear you.
Daehyun lives to praise you while you two are having sex. He’ll tell you how good you’re doing or how absolutely amazing you feel. “Damn, you feel so good, baby.” Or “Ah, Y/N.” just all breathy. When he’s not talking he’ll either want you to praise him back while he looks into your eyes or splatters kisses, literally wherever he can get his thick lips. Or, and hold on; he’ll be moaning. The most beautiful, body rocking moans that make you moan with just the simple thought of them. And Daehyun will moan right in your ear, he won’t care. Just because he wants, no, needs you to hear how good you’re making him feel.
Youngjae wants the reassurance that comes in your moans and screams for him. Your sound is his praise and he craves each of them, needs them even. Youngjae will go harder, faster, stronger for your loud sounds that award him the title: God of Sex. There is honestly nothing Youngjae won’t do to get your sounds just the way he wants them. He’ll try his best to keep his own sounds at a low to hear you but that won’t always work. His hums and grunts will still be in your ears but he’ll want you to be louder than them. Honestly Youngjaes shaky moans he releases when he enters or pulls out of you are the best things in the world. If you’re loud enough he smile sweetly after you’re both done and praise you for each sound you made.
Jongups sounds will be at the same volume throughout your sex-capades. He’ll love that moment when you get loud towards the end, signaling to him that you’re close. His heavy breathing and groans will be steady, in line with his hips motion. Jongup will have no problems controlling his sounds and movements but when he lets go and you get to hear some of his deliciously sweet moans. You’ll be hooked, doing anything to hear one of them again. They’re the best sounds to make you feel properly praised and cause your whole body to shudder. Jongups sounds will haunt your wet dreams and bless your daydreams.
Two words. Heavy. Breathing. Junhong loves to hear you out of breath. He’ll pull you onto his length and bring his head closer to your face to hear you gasp and then pant at his size. His head will fall to your chest as he continues to move, listening to every sound and breath you take. Junhong will also be a loud breather with a few hisses and hums. Every now and then you’ll get a grunt that will knock on your sexuality. He loves to hide his sounds in your chest, neck, thighs, anywhere! At the end when you’re both laying in bed, holding each other. That’s when Junhong will be vocal. Asking about your day or telling you about his.
I’ve been doing this thing with my boyfriend recently where whenever I wake up before him, I’d curl up close to him and play Africa on the lowest volume on my phone close to his ear until he wakes up to the subtle tones of Toto.
Summary: When Sasuke and Sakura realise who their daughters first love was and in the process find out about eachothers. (Post Gaiden)
“I think Sarada has a crush on Boruto.”
Sasuke has always taken pride in being a careful person, he’s rarely the kind to let things fall from his only hand and even if on the off chance something does, his reflexes are fast enough for him to catch the item before it hits the ground.
But when Sakura walks into their house after a long shift at the hospital to make one of the most ludicrous announcements he’s heard in a while he can’t help but drop the stirring spoon he held in his hands.
His voice is silent and deadly. On a normal mission it’s enough to paralyze whoever is on the receiving end in terror but Sakura simply laughs it off, her husband hardly looks threatening in his his homely blue apron which matches the head band that thier daughter had helped him tie to keep the hair out of his face.
“I’m going to kill him.”
“Oh darling I think you’re over reacting.” Sakura states as she wraps her arms around his waist and stands on her tip toes so that she can peer over his shoulders to see what he’s making (it’s Sarada’s favourite sweet dish) “I think it’s cute that he’s her first love.”
Sasuke sighs, his immediate plans of killing a certain blonde haired idiot (No, not that one, his son) subsiding.
It’s easy to give into his wife in moments like these when they are alone. He knows she’s tired, the soft yawn she tries to stiffle as she presses her cheek to his back is a testament to that.
Sasuke doesn’t have the heart to break out of her grip for he knows that at times like these when Sakura is tired, chakra depleted and cold he’s her favourite pillow.
He’d never admit it out loud but he was quite proud of that particular designation.
Plus it’s not like he’d actually be able to wriggle out of her embrace considering her ungodly strength.
Besides the more time he’s given to think, the more painful he can make that moronic brat’s death.
He suppose Sarada would be mad at him for the first couple of days but he was sure she’d get over it after he taught her a new jutsu.
Sakura hums softly as he stands there letting his brief spike of anger simmer down along with syrup he’s stirring to her soft tune. It’s a lullaby she’s humming, one that he’d sung once to her during her pregnancy days when she had trouble sleeping. It’s the same one Itachi used to sing when he was a child and it’s calming effect still holds true after all these years.
“Darling.” Sakura starts,“Who was your first love?”
Sasuke blinks, all his creative plans to kill Boruto brought to a abrupt stop by her sudden query.
“What do you mean?” Sasuke’s voice is harsher than he means it to be and while he tries to convince it’s because something is stuck in his throat he is well aware that it’s just an excuse to cover up the fact that he’s the slightest bit hurt that even after all these years the answer is still a mystery to Sakura.
“Oh!” She says jerking away from him, her hands falling away as she steps back. Wide veridian eyes stare back at him as he turns around to face her, irritated that she let go.
For a moment she stands there still before she starts stuttering out,“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t realise. I didn’t mean to pry- I was just curious and-”
“Sakura.” He interrupts,“What are you talking about?”
She blinks,“Your first love, she was an Uchiha wasn’t she? I’m sorry I didn’t mean-”
“What gave you that idea?”
She blinks up at him. Even after all these years there are some insecurities she can’t shake off. It this habit of hers that bothers him the most, maybe because every time she displays her unsurity about their relationship Sasuke is overcome with a tidal wave of self loathing for he knows that all her insecurities stem from the fact that he’d treated her like crap through out the course of their childhood.
“I just thought-” she sighs breaking off,“Never mind.
She lowers her head,“You’re right that was a stupid.”
He lets his lips curve into a small smile, amused by her reaction. For some reason he never gets tired seeing her like this; embarrassed and shy.
It’s one of the more contrasting things about his wife because while she’s one of the strongest people he knows, nothing less than deadly in battle, she’s also one of the kindest. As a kid he never believed one could be both, strong and kind but in the past fifteen years of their marriage Sakura has spent everyday of it proving him wrong.
While she’s kind to everyone she meets, this side of her, the one where she’s shy and unsure is reserved only for Sasuke and he isn’t ashamed to admit that, that’s just how he likes it.
And that’s why he loves teasing her at times like these because he’s the only one who can and get away with it.
“Who was your first love?“ He asks nonchalantly.
Sakura looks up at him incredulously.
“What?” She asks,“ Is this a joke?”
Sasuke simply shrugs as he turns away from her to add the finishing touches to his dish.
Her eyes are defiant as she pokes her head into his line of sight,“I’ve loved you since we were five years old I’ll have you know. It might have been a superficial crush at first but I’ve only ever liked you.”
“Only me?” Sasuke says as he pours the contents into a bowl,“That’s hard to believe.”
Her eyes narrow,“If not you, then who? It’s only ever been you.”
“Not even Lee when he saved you during the Chunnin exams?”
“No.” She replies,“And if you recall I hugged you then and not him.”
“Not even Naruto when you kissed him?”
“That was CPR by the way.” She counters,“And you kissed him too. Twice.”
“Are you kidding me?” She started,“That’s ridiculous.”
“Where are these names even coming from?” She huffs,“ This is-”
Before she can finish, Sasuke quickly bends down and brushes his lips against hers shocking her into silence. It’s an awfully short kiss and when Sasuke pulls back he smiles as he looks down at his wife’s closed eyes and puckered lips.
“For the record you were the first and only person I’ve ever loved.” Sasuke states.
Her eyes flutter open and she stares at him confused for a moment before her mouth forms an ‘oh’. Then her questions begin,“Really? How? When? I thoug-”
“Sakura.” He cuts her off giving her a look.
“Right. I’ll shut up.”
“Good, then it’s easier to do this.” He leans down and kisses her again.The tips of his fingers graze against her skin as he cups her cheeks and lifts her face towards him his lips moving against hers effortlessly.
While Sasuke is a reserved man, there is absolutely nothing reserved about his kisses.
Sakura still remembers the first time Sasuke had kissed her she’d felt all her unsurity about their relationship melt away. While his kisses are commanding, they’re all consuming and absolutely and completely honest. He leaves no room for her to doubt his feelings for her because the way he kisses her always makes her feel like he’s laying his soul bare for her to see. Only her to see.
Because in the end for both Sasuke and Sakura it had only ever been each other since the very begining.
Sakura is about to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him closer to deepen their kiss but Sasuke abruptly breaks away once again leaving her hanging.
Sakura pouts as Sasuke starts walking towards the living room. She can’t see the smirk on his face but she knows that he’s thoroughly enjoying messing with her.
“You don’t play fair.” She grumbles as she follows Sasuke.
He sits on the couch and gently pats his lap. Sakura happily bounds towards him, her complains forgotten and takes her place on the couch by lying across it with her head resting on his lap.
They stay like that for a while as Sasuke reads a scroll regarding the latest details of his mission and Sakura stares up at him carefully memorizing all the details of his face for she knows that when he’s gone it’s these moments she’ll cherish the most.
“You know we both married each other’s first love.” Sakura comments offhandedly,“Do you think Sarada will do the same?”
“The brat won’t live long enough.”
Sakura snorts,“You’re not going to kill him, Naruto will never let you hear the end of it if you do.”
“I can handle the dobe.”
“You’ve been trying to get rid of him for eighteen years now, how’s that working out for you?”
“If you actually consider it, it’s kind of cute really.” Sakura continues,“Naruto and Hinata’s son with our daughter. Plus Sarada is really open about her feelings too. I thought she’d be like you and be in denial about it for at least five years.”
“I was not in denial about it.”
“If I was your first love that means you must have loved me since we were genin, right?” Sakura prompts,“And you were pretty much an ice cube those days.”
“I wasn’t in denial, I just didn’t show it.”
“So you were in love with me since we were genin.”
“Okay fine, I’ll drop it.” Sakura relents,“So anyway today I heard her and Choucho talking about Boruto and that’s how I gussed. They were fawning over how his blonde hair catches the sun rays perfectly and-”
Change of plans, Sasuke was going to first torture the brat and then kill him.
“- just how mature and responsible he is-”
When did he brat become mature and responsible? Just the other day he remembered his daughter complaining how childish and careless the dobe’s son was.
“- how his blue eyes pop perfectly against his white clothes and-”
Sakura stopped abruptly when she saw the look on Sasuke’s face.
“What’s wrong?“she asks lifting herself up from his lap and turning around to face him properly.
“The brat kid only wears black.” Sasuke deadpans,“His training clothes are black and pink.”
“Then…..” Sakura trails off as realisation dawns on her.
For a moment they stare at each other, green against mismatched black and purple.
The next second Sakura is up and Sasuke is right behind her, heading for the door.
“I’m going to kill the dobe.” He mutters poisonously as he opens the door.
Sakura brushes past him,“Not if I get to him first.”
All the way across town in the Hokage’s office, Naruto sneezed.
I’ll be honest I really want to see Sasuke appear in the Hokage’s office with his apron and matching headband and beat the hell out of Naruto with his stirring spoon.