Maybe I’m amazed at the way you love me all the time Maybe I’m afraid of the way I love you Maybe I’m amazed at the the way you pulled me out of time And hung me on a line Maybe I’m amazed at the way I really need you
A/N: I’ve had such a positive response to part one of this imagine and I am so extremely grateful! I seriously just want to hug you all. However I can’t so I have decided to post this instead and make this a little series with maybe some smut in the next chapter?!?! I hope you like it lovelies xoxo
Warnings: language and kissing? (is that even a warning idk)
At two o’clock you clambered out of your window, this time
with a new anticipation. You had thought of nothing but Jughead since you had
left his arms to return to your slumber. Sure, he had acted like a total prick
but his confession and that kiss made
up for it all. You lowered yourself from your roof and onto the dewy grass
beneath then turned around to be met with the sight of a tall, dark-haired boy
staring at the floor, cheeks flushed and hands in his pockets. You smirked and
slowly approached him. his chiselled features and curls peeking out from his beanie
were illuminated by the fiery glow of the streetlamps. He looked up at you and
mimicked your smirk as his eyes ghosted over your attire.
“Shut up, you dig it really?” you whispered teasingly,
motioning to your lack of bottoms and the raggedy hoodie hanging loosely over
your curves and inching further towards him.
“I didn’t say any…” he was cut off by your lips on his. His
arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer and he chuckled
against your lips when he noticed that you were stood on your tiptoes and
straining to reach him despite him leaning downwards. He pulled away and you
gazed back at him doe eyed and biting your lip. You drove him crazy. “So, I’m
guessing you didn’t regret last night?”
“Not at all,” you whispered in response, reconnecting your
lips with his for a moment before reluctantly pulling away once more, “do you?”
“Well…” he pretended to consider it but his lopsided grin
gave him away and you promptly shut him up with another kiss.
“Come on Juggie, let’s walk,” you wrapped both of your arms
around his in an attempt to gather some heat amongst the chilly autumn air. You
fell into step with each other, making your way towards the drive-in as you had
done for the past few weeks.
Monday morning rolled around and you waltzed groggily through
the hallway, too tired to be aware of your surroundings. You almost toppled
over on your heels as you were pulled into the janitors closet under the
stairwell. Still out-of-it you blinked confusedly at your ambusher only to find
Jughead with his back to you peeking out of the door that was cracked open
“Jug what the fu-” you were cut off by his lips on yours. When
he pulled away he just stood there smiling sheepishly as you looked back at him
with furrowed brows. “Why are we in the janitors’ closet?”
“So nobody sees us!” he replied, scoffing and narrowing his
eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You snorted in
“Why the fuck don’t you want anyone to see us?” you
demanded, hands on hips.
“I thought we’d discussed this Princess, to everyone else we aren’t an us and that’s just the way it has to be…” he sighed and although
you were slightly disappointed by his apparent desire for secrecy, you simply
couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your lips as he referred you both as a
“Hmmm…so, does that mean that this,” you motioned between
you two with your index finger and then grabbed his shirt in your fist, yanking
him closer so that you were backed up against the wall and his forehead rested
against yours, “is an us?”
He swallowed thickly, wetting his lips in contemplation and
you nervously chewed on your bottom lip whilst anticipating his response.
“Look, I don’t know what this is…” your heart dropped
momentarily and disappointment invaded your thoughts until he spoke again, his
voice wavering with honest nervousness, “…but I really, really don’t want it to
He looked at you, light eyes filled with sincerity and want.
His breathing was heavy and you could tell that it was unusual for him to be so
“Me neither,” you breathed and he reached up to cup your
face with his hand, thumb running over your lower lip before leaning down and
pressing a searing kiss your lips and then a chaste one to your nose. You giggled
lightly at his affectionate gesture and intertwined your hands.
“So…” Jughead began but he was cut off by echoing ring of
the bell that signalled the beginning of the school day. He sighed in
exasperation and brought his hand up to scratch the back of his neck, “…to be
“To be continued” and with that you slid out from your place
between him and the wall and opened the door, merging effortlessly into the
crowds of people flooding through the walkways and falling into step beside Cheryl.
You left Jughead trying to stifle a grin and realising that
she to him was the equivalent of her cigarettes. She was like a bad habit – he knew
he shouldn’t want her but he craved her more than anything because despite the
fact that he knew being with her was a bad idea, he couldn’t help himself, when
he was with her it felt so good.
For nearly thirteen years, he was my baby and my best friend and I am so incredibly heartbroken that he is gone. His bravery and buoyant personality masked the gravity of his condition until the very end. In the last twenty-four hours of his life, we learned that his heart, which was so big and loving and strong, was afflicted by a tumor, and that that cancer was spreading and metastasizing to his other organs. In a small act of mercy, we were allowed time with him before the end. I was given time to explain how happy he made me. Time to pet him while he purred. Time to kiss the silky fur beneath his ears once more. Time to tell him just how much I love him (present tense, always present tense).
I don’t know how to be anything but devastated. I don’t know how the aching hole he left in my own heart will ever heal. I don’t know many things; but I do know that he was loved and cherished and he lived a good life–spoiled and doted on, treasured. I do know that he was happy. I do know that he suffered very little. I do know that he loved me. I do know.
In the spirit of maintaining normalcy as, perhaps, a way to begin to heal, I am going to continue trying to keep up with my daily #GradblrChallenge posts. But I apologize in advance if I miss a day, or do not interact as much, or if I am less enthusiastic. I’ve so enjoyed being a part of this community for the last few weeks and the accountability is valuable. I do hope to continue–but if I don’t or can’t, my sincerest gratitude to everyone who I’ve interacted with. (Cc: @gradblrchallenge)
This isn't an ask, I just wanted to tell you I pretty much lost my shit when I discovered you had a tumblr and you interact with your fans on a regular basis. That's so cool, dude. LoZ is a huge part of my life and Revali may very well be one of my favorite characters in the entire franchise, I love him that much. SO UH. THANKS FOR BEING AWESOME. AND FOR MAKING ME LOVE A BIRB. Although maybe I shouldn't be thanking you for that. (I definitely shouldn't.)
We must also make sure to love the bees, because without them there would not be any birbs.
….I’m pretty sure that’s not how that works, but I mean they’re both a major part of sex and sex involves 2 creatures so I guess if one is gone then the other will be pretty lonely
Mama! Greetings! I'm anon~ I'm a big fan of yours~! I just wanted to say, don't ever feel pressured to write for us! We all care about YOU, too! We love you and we don't want you to feel overwhelmed with all the requests, so I thought I'd tried to help encourage you! Well... If you find this, haha! Anyways, please have a lovely day, take a small break maybe, we love you, Mama! Please stay happy~~!
I love you so much I literally don’t deserve this at all I’m a slug. A crying slug. 😭😭
Daddy Jack, bitte komm zu Bett Ich möchte dich lieben Vielleicht kannst du mir zeigen, was der Mund tun kann. (Please come to bed. I wish to make love to you. Maybe you can show me just what that mouth can do.)
*smiles and pins you to the bed* “Yes…now, no more talking.”
They are so cute! I LOVE for bnha kids! Could you maybe draw Bakugou and Deku being a cute dads? Like maybe Bakugou's daughter is sitting on his shoulder putting bows in his hair and deku being cute with his son?
I would, but I didn’t create those characters though. They belong to the commissioner! I’ll have to ask permission before I could do that.
💟 Love Letter - You can’t stand it any longer, you need to let a certain someone know just how you feel. Whether new or old relationship, you sit and write a letter.
I Know i can be Outright Annoying and a Pest but…You know…That’s how i am…I know you probably don’t think of me the same way…but the only Reason i i act like the way i am is because…well…I Can’t Help it. You are really Amazing. You are Awesome and also very Handsome…I cant help but think about you…and i can’t help but be happy around you…What i’m trying to Say is…I…Care Deeply about you. You may not think the same way about me…But maybe you do? I don’t know. Don’t Mind me! Haha!…I’m Glad i know you, Spencer…Maybe we can see Each other Later…? ^////^
((Mun!Rina hasn’t Really thought of a Crush for Raizo Yet QWQ Also he’s a Shy Babu and wouldn’t know what to Put so Forgive Me!!! But! If i do find out who his Crush will be, ill Put his Separate Love Letter on a Separate Post!! :D Look out for That Nonnie! Spencer Belongs to @diabolik-yuko ~))
First of all, thank you guys for 50 followers already❤❤ It’s only been a week and I already feel so much love comming from everyone~ (and those two religious blog that followed me after that God ask lol)
Secondly, I am sorry for not getting to your asks during the weekend. I’ll start drawing answers as soon as possible (probably later today) and I will most likely start posting either tonight or tomorrow!! I promise ;3
Thank you so much for your support!!
I love you guys~
((maybe i’ll do something special for 100 follows idk we’ll see laterz))