All those emotions fanning from intense love, intense frustration, intense jealousy, confusion, all of that in my mind, all those emotions are red. There’s nothing in between, there’s nothing beige about those feelings and so I called my record Red.
First name: Precious Micah Amor (if I’m remembering correctly) Nickname: Troye Age: 13 Gender: nb or boy Sexual Orientation: Pan Nationality: Filipino Relationship status: Taken Likes: Bumblebee, camp camp, powerpuff Girls, cute things Dislikes: Y’all acting all big and bad, losing motivation to art, yaoi fangirls Random fact: Has an older brother in his twenties
18. Which member of your OTP gets cranky when they’re tired
19. Which member of your OTP makes the other late for work because 5 minutes of cuddles is NEEDED
Prompts are now closed.
“Juggie, Juggie wake up.” Betty poked at Jughead’s chest, doing her best to prod him awake, “C’mon Juggie you have to get ready for work.”
Jughead grumbled into his pillow, refusing to move. Betty laughed, rubbing her hand along his back in an attempt to coerce him out of bed. “You don’t want to be late again Jughead.”
“But I’m so tired,” he whined, pulling the blankets up over his head and turning away from her, “I don’t wanna go to work. Let’s just stay home all day.”
Betty sighed, pulling the sheets back and ruffling his hair lovingly, “Sorry, looks like we actually have to be adults today. Now stop being such a grump and let’s get going. I’m going to get breakfast.”
Betty started to pull herself out of bed when, without warning, Jughead rolled over and threw his arm across her, “Juggie!” she squealed, wriggling beneath his weight in an attempt to break free, “We can’t do this this morning - we don’t have time!”
Jughead held his grip, nuzzling his nose in her hair and speaking groggily into her ear, “Babe, you know I can’t get out of bed without some affection first thing in the morning. I have to start the day of right.” He punctuated his statement with a kiss to her temple, his fingers sliding around her waist and tracing along the skin of her stomach. Betty squirmed when he hit her ticklish spot, grabbing at his hands to still them.
“Jug!” She gasped, pulling his hands up to his chest, “Don’t do that!” She stared at him for a moment, trying to gauge how likely he was to try again. “I’m going to let go now, okay? Are you going to let me get out of bed?”
Jughead nodded, but Betty could tell from the sly smirk on his face that he had no intention of keeping such promises. Still, she had to let go eventually - they really did have work. Slowly, she loosened her grip on his hands, backing up as cautiously as possible. She made it all the way to the edge of the bed before Jughead sprang up, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her up against him.
Betty laughed, shaking her head at his ridiculous neediness. “You’re such a baby in the mornings,” she mocked, pressing a short kiss to his nose.
“You love it.” Jughead teased, pressing forward and bringing his lips to hers. His hand slid up her cheek and tangled itself in her hair, her legs instinctively intertwining with his. She moaned a bit against him, happily wrapping her arms around his neck and letting him roll on top of her.
“I suppose,” she giggled into his mouth, “we can spare a couple more minutes.”