bad breath

PAANO MO SABIHIN SA KASAMA MO NA BAD BREATH SIYA IN A MEDYO GOOD WAY?

Isipin mo to ha, araw-araw kang pumapasok sa trabaho para mapaganda ang kinabukasan mo pero yung hininga ng katrabaho mo amoy nakalipas. Daig mo pa dinidelubyo everytime na kinakausap ka niya. Yung tipong dahan-dahang minomolestiya ang bawat hibla ng buhok sa ilong mo habang unti-unting nagdidilim ang paningin mo. Ganung katindi. Tapos ilang beses ka ng nag-alok ng chewing gum pero lagi na lang tinatanggihan.

At ang malala pa, ang hilig pang bumulong.

And you were like,

Kaya ang ending ikaw pa ‘tong nagkaosteoporosis.

At dahil sukdulan na ang paghihirap mo at hindi mo na kayang itago ang pagka-badass bitch mo, kinausap mo na lang siya sa paraang hindi siya maooffend.

#1.

Bes. Ang boring no. Tara toothbrushan kita?”

#2.

Biglang magheadset.

You: “Amoy nabubulok na bagang!!!

Bes: “Excuse me?!”

You: “Ah. lyrics ‘yun sa dito sa kanta bes. Nag-rarap ako. Nadala ka?”

#3.

“Wait. Uminom ka ba ng kanal?” 

#4.

You: “Ang baho ng utot!!!”

Bes: “Ha?!”

You: “Ay hindi ba. Sorryyy baka hininga mo lang yon.”

#5.

“Bes. Try mo ding wag umasa sa V-Fresh ha.”

#6.

You: “Ang baho ng hininga mo.”

Bes: “What?!”

You: “Bes hindi ikaw. Yung kausap ko sa phone. Pero pwede din sa’yo.”

#7.

“Bes. tae ba toothpaste mo?”

#8.

“Oo alam kong nasaktan ka. Alam kong niloko ka. Pero hindi sapat yun para hindi ka magtoothbrush. Wag ganon.”

#9.

“Bes aware ka ba na naimbento na ang toothbrush?”

#10.

“Bes tara! Kain tayo toothpaste.”

#11.

You: “Good morning bes.”

Bes: “Gabi na ah”

You: “Ayy. Akala ko umaga pa. Amoy bagong gising ka kasi.”

#12.

“Kumain ka na naman ng panis?”

#13.

“Bes. Remind ko lang. Sa pwet tayo umuutot hindi sa bibig ha.”

Pero siyempre may 3 bagay na dapat tandaan bago isagawa ang plano.

1. Dapat walang ibang tao. Para hindi niya maramdaman na nahuhumiliate siya.

2. Dapat pa-joke. Para hindi masyadong masakit.

3. Dapat hindi ka din bad breath. Para hindi ka masabihan ng, “OMG. It’s a tie!”

Pero kung wala ka talagang lakas ng loob sabihin sa kanya,  

Idaan sa OOTD.


Or  i-airbend mo na lang yung hininga niya pabalik sa ilong niya. Namemersonal na eh.

As you start to go for something deeper in a relationship, you start to meet another human being in truth. And truth is scary. Truth has bad breath at times; truth is boring; truth burns the food; truth is all the stuff. Truth has anger; truth has all of it. And you stay in it and you keep working with it and you keep opening to it and you keep deepening it.
—  Ram Dass
Batfamily NSFW headcanons

Well, here it is. Because of the nature of the questions, IT IS NSFW, so if you’re uncomfortable with that, do not read, I have PLENTY of other work that aren’t NSFW at all that you can check ;-) (right here, my masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com). Anyway, I’m not great at writing headcanons so thought I practice a bit…hope you’ll still like it :

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The Goodies-

Bruce Wayne

  • What turns them on?

✶When you touch him inappropriately in public. Especially at charities, galas and other balls. It drives him crazy the way you do it so sneakily so that no one but him notice. It’s a sure way to convince him to go home earlier. 
✶Seeing you putting someone in their place with your wits and sarcasms after they’ve been rude to you…Oh he lives for this, and will have trouble to concentrate on anything else but wanting you. 
✶Your smile. Your laugh. The way you light up his dark World.
✶That man has a thing with lifting your skirt slowly, and putting your panties aside. He couldn’t even tell you why, he just loves it. And obviously, it instantly turns him on when you let him.
✶Knowing that the emotions he feels for you can outlast the orgasm you both had. Oh yes. Knowing he’s loved, and can let go with you. 

  • What turns them off?

There is very few things that turns him off when he’s with you, if not nothing (like literally, even when you’re being annoying, or when he’s being an ass, or if you just woke up and are disheveled and not really attractive…he’d still want you), as everything you do is just…Wow. He can’t get enough of you. Everything you do turns him on really. But He had experiences with other women before… :
✶Women who couldn’t handle a simple conversation. No connection at all with them, just sex. In and out, and then they’d be gone. He hated that. Which makes him love you more when you just spent time in each others arms talking about anything and everything. You’re the only one that makes him want to talk about what he feels and such…It’s a big relief. You’re his big relief. 
✶He use to hate SO MUCH when he took a woman out that had a “fake hollywood accent”, or any fake accent. A lot of fake French one. They thought it made them more interesting, but the only thing it did, was making them super annoying to hear so…Yeah, massive turn off. He cringed more than once because of a high pitched voice, or an annoying one with a stupid fake accent.
✶Narcissism turned him off instantly. Oh the many women Alfred had to escort out because Bruce misjudge them…It happened to him a lot when he was younger, long before meeting you. He thought he’d find a kindred spirit, but turned out, it would just be a woman who wanted him for his money and fame, and who thought she was irresistible. Spoiler : those kind of women were rarely irresistible, to him at least. He could resist them very well. He could resist most women very well…But you. Oh you, it’s impossible. 
✶Lack of passion. He just cannot even think about dating someone who isn’t passionate about anything. 
✶Fake tits. That doesn’t even remotely look (or feel) natural. Fuck them. And oh the women he went out as a younger man had a lot of fake things physically (fake ass, tits, teeth, nose…), every thing was fake in them really, to their personality and smiles. He hated that with a passion, and often wished he could drop the “womanizer” and “playboy” persona, that wasn’t like his real him at all…Everything changed when you came in. You’re the best thing that ever happened to him, nothing fake about you (for real though, if you wanna tell him to fuck off because he’s being an asshole, they you’ll do so, and he loves that!). 

  • Kinks?

Nearly violent sex. Bitey, grabby, pinny, not-holding-back sex. Paired with sweet words of encouragement and gentle forehead/Cheek kisses.
✶Surprise sex. You waking him up because his cock is in your mouth. Him whipping you around while you walk around the Manor, and boom.
✶Sex after an injury. He loves the way you’re careful with him, or how he needs to take care of you because you’re hurt. 
✶He likes giving more than receiving. WITH YOU. Because he feels like he has to thank you to put up with his shit and antics…And you do it so well, oh he just has to please you. Doesn’t mean he’s against a good old blowjob though. Oh, and damn, the good old 69 am I right ? 
✶He can be vanilla and/or rough, and you love it. He would never really hurt you (even if you ask him too, just light biting really), and most of the time you make love, rarely just fucking (unless you haven’t seen each other for a long time and you just need it)…He’s all for the sweet and cuddly aftercare. Cheesy man. 

Richard Grayson

  • What turns them on?

✶You. Your mere presence. A slight touch of your fingers on his arms. And he’s gone. It’s not always great, like, you’d be in public and you’d just touch his thigh softly, as you do, and he’d give you “that look”…
✶Snuggles. Cuddles. Oh yes. 
✶Neck kisses. It drives him beyond wild. 
✶He will get harder inside you by the mere sound of your moans…And hearing you orgasm, clenching around him, is a sure way to send him over the edge too. 

  • What turns them off?

✶Being with someone boring. Glad he found you. 
✶If he’s with a “selfish lover”. He doesn’t mind giving at all, but for him, making love is a way to show mutual respect, to show how much you mean for each other…so if he’s with someone who only think about themselves ? No.
✶When his partner is too forward about wanting sex. “Want to fuck ?” Oh. Nope, he likes when it’s subtle. When you give him sultry looks and such. He likes the building up. 
✶Bad breath. As simple as that. 

  • Kinks?

✶Once, he was arguing with you and in the heat of the moment, you slapped his face. Of course you excused yourself profusely, until you realized he went from being annoyed to argue to being very aroused…You both learned something about him that day. So, light BDSM. Who would’ve thought ?
✶He lives for silly giggly sex. Pleasure, your moans and bad puns, how could it get better than this ? 
✶Women’s mid sections. He loves slight belly and curvy hips. As simple as that.
✶He’s a sucker for romantic evening, that turns hot and steamy. 
✶Rubbing your legs, ass and back during the act. Oh yeah. 

Jason Todd

  • What turns them on?

✶Seeing you punching people. It sounds awful, but the way you don’t let anyone walk on your feet and don’t hesitate to punch people even twice your size…He loves it. 
✶If you wear a dress, your legs will instantly turn him on. He loves your legs. Especially when wrapped around his waist. 
✶You love to dance, and hum songs you like…Big turn on every time, as he can’t get enough of your voice, and you’re damn sexy when you dance. 
✶When you’re trying to contain yourself, but simply cannot. Muscles spasm and contort as you climax.

  • What turns them off?

✶Judgmental people. The kind who decides what you are before knowing you.
✶The daddy kink. Oh God, NO. 
✶It’s something kinda silly, he knows, but he hates long unclipped toe nails. Ew. You laughed the first time he told you. Well, yeah, it’s super gross. 
✶Lacks of enthusiasm and initiative. He can’t be with a woman who lets him do everything, chose everything for her. And who never initiates anything. Basically, the opposite of you. 

  • Kinks?

✶Clothed sex, because it feels like you two are so hungry for each other, that you just can’t bother getting all the clothes off. 
✶Sex games. First one to come loses. 
✶Public and semi-public sex. Hey, he likes danger. When you two are almost caught…Oh the thrill.
✶He’s very creative when it comes to sexual position. As long as your comfortable of course…He’s sure glad you’re flexible by the way.

Timothy Drake

  • What turns them on?

✶Intelligent woman. Intelligence in general. 
✶The way you look at him, with so much love, that makes him feel like he’s really wanted and needed…Sometimes, he just needs validation, as he doesn’t always gets it with his family. Fortunately, you’re here for that. 
✶Nibbling on his ears and neck, while whispering sweet nothing.
✶Eye contact. He just loves it. 

  • What turns them off?

✶Loud people. Oh God can’t they shut up ? He hasn’t slept for the past 36 hours and they’re making his head explode. Instant turn off if there’s too many noises. Though he loves your screams…It’s different ok ? 
✶If you starfish. Making love is a thing he wants to do with you, not to a very passive you. Fortunately, you’re never able to “starfish”…you’d do it as a joke sometimes, because you know he doesn’t like it, and then you wouldn’t be able to resist moving in sync with him.
✶Nothing to talk about but yourself. Someone obsessed with themselves. Oh he hates it. He’s so glad he didn’t find someone who didn’t had any subject else than themselves. He’s so glad he found you. Because with the name “Wayne” comes a plethora of women only interested in money and fame, who loves no one else but themselves. 
✶He hates feigned incompetence. Like a girl who acts like she doesn’t know anything about sex, while she’s clearly experienced. He always feels manipulated when this happens…

  • Kinks?

✶He loves to “discover boundaries”. Like what you like, dislike, what you two are willing to do, the extent you can go etc etc..Knowing just until where both of your boundaries go. 
✶You two nerds invented a secret “sex langage” to be able to talk about it in public. Of course you would.  
✶Nerdy dirty talk. Oh the puns about technologies, and pop culture you two are able to get out while making love : it’s endless. And he loves it. It makes him feel like he found just the perfect person for him. And you really are. 
✶Lazy morning sex. Bath sex. Those private moment with you, where you can just both enjoy each other. Domestic moment sex if that makes sense. 

Damian Wayne (older than his current age of course)

  • What turns them on?

✶Training together, seeing you fight and such. The way your body moves…Gets him every time. 
✶The way you look at him and tell him “I love you”. He’ll never get tired of it. Seeing the love in your eyes for him, knowing you mean it, that there’s at least one person in the world that really love and appreciate his bratty ass. 
✶When you caress his hair, fingers massaging his scalp. Soothing and arousing at the same time. 
✶The way you bite your lips or stick out your tongue when you’re focused. 

  • What turns them off?

✶He tries to be nice about it but…Body odors. If you smell because you two jumped on each other before you could take a shower…Instant turn off. Even his own smell could turn him off. Basically, if it smells bad, he won’t be able to concentrate on sex at all. He’s a living paradox however as he loves the smell of your sweat.
✶Hurting you. 
✶Rude and vulgar people. 
✶Lack of empathy.

  • Kinks?

✶Sensory deprivation. Like blindfolded, so you have to rely on trust and such. Or handcuffed, so you can’t touch and…again trust comes in. Sometimes, he would put headphones on your ears, so you wouldn’t know what his next move is by the sound…Basically, knowing you trust him and letting him do all that. 
✶He likes trying new things.But will never do anything you’re uncomfortable doing of course. Consent is key.  
✶Always the tease though. 
✶Sometimes, he’ll argue with you ON PURPOSE just for the amazing make-up sex afterward…Each time you’ll give him a look meaning : “really Damian ?”, and he’ll just smirk back at you. He knows how to push all your buttons, and oh, he just really like the way you are during make-up sex. 
✶You come first. He loves you, he wants you to be comfortable, but he also like trying new things and he’s so damn glad he found someones like you who’s willing to be adventurous. 

Sometimes I just sit back and think about what a weird fairy tale prince I would be. Like, I would not be anybody’s idea of a knight in shining armor. Or royalty in distress for that matter…

“Yes I agree you’re beautiful. Now, come on. You can walk yourself. I saw you running back there. Come on, miss. There’s a dragon! You can express your eternal gratitude later,”

“Kiss her? Who makes that the way to break the spell? Does the witch have some weird grudge against people with soulmates? Okay I’ll do it, but she’s not gonna be happy I didn’t get her permission,”

(Looking up at a thorn covered fiery castle with a blank expression on my face) “Why did I volunteer to do this again?”

(Listening to an evil person speech) *internal monologue* “I think I just spaced out. What is he saying? All I see is moving lips. I wonder if there’s gonna be any cookies when I get back to the castle. Oh, it looks like he’s done monologuing. I should probably tune back in,”

“What do you mean he got turned into a frog? No I don’t care that he needs a prince or princess to break the spell. I’m not comfortable kissing a frog,”

(Hair gets singed by dragon fire) “Woah. I understand the phrase ‘dragon breath’ now. Knights and kidnapped royalty give you bad breath apparently,”

“Yeah, she was about five seven and… no John I’m not using the shoe. There’s a lot of people with this size shoe. She was about nineteen I think but could have been younger…”

“They’ve started calling me prince charming? Why? I have all the charm of an uncooked goose. I regularly hit my head on things. A royal of my age should not be doing that,”

“Okay, I think you misunderstand the term ‘arranged marriage’ mister. I’m getting shipped over to that kingdom over there next month. Do you want there to be war?! I’ll make sure you get away from your ass of a stepmom, but this is politics. Besides, I just met you,”

(falls and nearly impales self on own sword) “Welp, I’m an idiot,” (goes back to business)

“No, I’m not going to smile for you. If you can’t deal with my resting sad face then you’re not gonna like our happily ever after, girlie,”

“Why do I have to fight in full regal garb? It’s hard to move in this outfit. Have you seen the collar? I can’t turn my neck properly! Screw it. I’m dressing like a peasant for the next hunting trip. You never see them have a hard time moving,”

“The peasants are starving, mom. I’m of age now and I’m kicking you out. And yeah I found your weird spell lab in the basement. It’s been dismantled. You should really stop messing with that stuff. It’s gonna give you arthritis,”

(singing dramatically as i go through the forest) “I have no idea where I aaaam! I think I hear random people singing and I thought that sounded fun. I’m loooost! Holy craaaaap there’s a random tower in the fooooorest and I’m still looooost as hell,”

(captured in a tower) “Well, guess I’m stuck here until prince or princess charming shows up. Time to learn how to stand on my head,”

(another prince shows up to save me) “Uh, hi uh, I just… I, if you don’t… Hmmm,” (social anxiety intensifies)

(at my own damn fairy tale wedding) “Are you sure about this? Really sure? I mean, I know I broke your spell and everything, but do you actually like me that much? I kinda suck at this whole romance thing,”

“It appears I have a curse my parents never told me about and I’m going to be put into a sleeping death when I come of age. Well, there’s only one thing to do at a time like this,” (goes to the castle kitchen to eat bread and cry tears of self-pity as the servants awkwardly side-step around me)

(fairy godparent shows up) “Can I have a sandwich? Oh, you’re here to send me to the ball. I guess that makes sense. Sure, that sounds like fun. Will there be sandwiches there?”

ELI5: Listerine kills bacteria in my mouth, but I know it's not killing 100%. Aren't I genetically engineering superbug bad breath bacteria by using it?

A massive dose of alcohol isn’t like an antibiotic.

Antibiotics work by targeting very specific proteins that the bacterium needs to survive. If it can figure out a way to change that one protein so that the antibiotic doesn’t work anymore but the protein still gets its job done then it’s progeny will be highly resistant to the antibiotic.

Something like an alcohol solution just straight up tears the cells apart. Some organisms like yeast can deal with decently high alcohol concentrations, but it’s a lot more difficult for organisms to deal with and pretty much nothing’s surviving what’s in mouthwash (the amount of alcohol in mouthwash way outstrips even what something alcohol-tolerant like yeast can survive).

“99%” or whatever percentage they state that will be killed is due to the coverage of the alcohol. That is, it kills 100% of the bacteria it touches, and it touches about 99% of what you are trying to kill, NOT that 1% is touched but somehow impervious.

Explain Like I`m Five: good questions, best answers.

Sunshine

Can I get a headcanon where the reader joins the Avengers? She’s a literal ball of cotton candy, rainbows and cupcakes plated in golden sunshine, too pure for this world. She’s very loving and invites the team to just give her hugs and kisses whenever they want, so they take her up on her offer because they all need that extra bit of love. Sorry this is so long. @itsmarshalltime98

You  ran on to the jet and got in the pilot’s seat. The mission was going south very quickly and if everyone was to get out safely, you would have to improvise a little, even if that meant disobeying Steve’s direct orders. You flipped the needed switches in between strapping yourself in. When you were ready for left off you went as fast is you could to where the team was. Your  mission had been different from everyone else’s. You were working on hostage extraction, but after getting the hostages to a secure location you heard  your team’s distress over COMMS.

“Natasha do you read me?” You questioned, knowing she’d be the only one with the mental capacity to respond at the moment.

“Loud and clear. Please don’t tell me you ran in to trouble with the hostages.”

“Absolutely not. They are at the safe house, but you guys need extraction.”

“Steve told you-”

“Well that’s not gonna matter if Steve is dead,” you contradicted. There was a beat of silence, in which you panicked, wondering if something had happened to Natasha.

“Are you over our position?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah, I’m looking for somewhere to touch down.”

“Give me a sec, I’ll send up a flare.”

You could see the various explosions happening in the Weapon’s facility the team was supposed to storm. You watched anxiously, hoping she’d find a safe place soon. As you waited, you promised yourself that you were going to give Steve the lecture of a lifetime about biting off more than he can chew.  Tony flew by the jet and seemed to pause when he looked at you.

“It’s good to see you,” he spoke over COMMS.

“I’m glad you’re alive.  Nat’s finding a place for me touch down. I need you guys moving to that point ASAP.”

“Spangles won’t be happy.”

“Yeah but he’ll be alive.”

You noticed the bright red flare go up, and you hurried to the sight leaving Tony behind. You were the best pilot the world had ever seen able to glide through the sky with your aircraft more gracefully than a bird. Stealth flying was your specialty which is why you were employed to get the hostages.  The clearing was small, and entry was difficult but you touched down without any difficulty.

“Captain,” you called, hoping he was listening.

“Y/N tell me that jet in the sky wasn’t you.”

“It absolutely was. Sending you extraction coordinates.”

“Coming your way,” Wanda responded.

You opened the hatch so Natasha could board. She lumbered on holding her side as if wounded. You unstrapped to meet her and help her sit down. As she sat, you snagged a medical kit and got ready to do what ever was necessary so she could last until you got back to the compound.

“It’s not that bad,” Natasha breathed out. She could barely pull in breath for the pain.

“You don’t have to act tough, "you smiled shaking your head a little. You unzipped her suit so you could properly treat the wound, "It’s like you really wanna swear off bikini’s,” you joked to keep the atmosphere light. She laughed a little, wincing at the pain it brought.

“Yeah, I bet I’ll look horrible in them now,” she rolled her eyes. You cleaned the wound quickly, keeping an ear out for anyone over COMMS.  Wanda soon bounded on to the plane with Vision at her tail.

“Falcon, Captain what’s your position?” you asked as you placed gauze on Natasha’s wound.

“We’re a little caught up,” Sam responded.

“Listen her dynamic duo, I want you hauling ass to the jet. Natasha’s hurt she needs an actual doctor.”

“Natasha?” Steve called.

“Yeah, it looks bad. Maybe hurry it up grandpa,” she grumbled. You smiled at that. Tony came on next, the face plate on his went up to show his face.

“It is good to see you, Y/N. I was afraid you were going to be a teacher’s pet on this mission.”

“I’ll disobey wrong orders any day, Stark.”

“Ooo Captain, you hear that? I think your good noodle is going rogue.”

Steve and Sam walked on to the jet looking worse for wear. Sam sat next to Natasha letting his head rest against the wall. You hurried to the pilot’s seat to get your team out of there.

When you made it back to the compound, you helped Natasha to the medical wing and set upon looking after the rest of the team.

“Is everyone else okay? Anybody have a boo-boo you need me to kiss better,” you joked lightening the mood. Sam smirked, then pretended to be hurt.

“I took a hit right here,” Sam touched his cheek, “will you kiss it better?”

“Of course,” you kissed his cheek, playing along.

“I want in on this action,” Tony announced, and you naturally went over to kiss his cheek too, “And one on the other side.”

You laughed but obliged him.

“Come on, let me get you a drink,” Tony went to the bar to start his after mission ritual of drinking until somebody took the liquor away. You sat on the couch beside Wanda and turned on the T.V. She naturally rested her head on your shoulder while you flipped lazily through the channels.

“How are you Wanda?” you asked absently.

“Just tired,” she sighed.

You took the blanket off the back of the sofa and gave it to her, “Take a nap. Honestly you all need rest,” you glanced behind you where you knew Steve was sitting in one of the arm chairs. He like preoccupied with his thoughts. You elected not to bother him. After particularly trying missions he had the tendency to be distant. He would come talk to you later.  Tony sat down on your other side with a drink and settled in to watch T.V. with you and Wanda. Sam left to go take a nap in an actual bed.

When the full weight of the day had finally settled on you, you coaxed the rest of the Avengers to go to bed, before checking on Natasha. She was in her own room, under orders to rest for the next few days. She smiled a little at the sight of you.

“I thought you’d be in bed by now, sunshine,” she spoke the nickname with a slight smirk. Tony was responsible for the name, it just happened to stick.

“I’m headed that way, I just thought I’d check on you. Is there anything I can get you?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” she assured.

“Welp,” you pulled in a deep breath as you looked around the room to be sure you weren’t needed, then let the breath out, “Okay. See you in the morning,” you kissed her forehead, “Good night, sweet dreams.”

Natasha smiled a little wider at that, “Good night, Y/N.”

You left the room with the intentions of taking a hot shower then crawling into bed. As you passed the common room, you noticed a form out of the corner of your eye. It was Steve, he was sitting in the dark room probably brooding. You came to stand in front of him.

“Steve, what’s up with you?” you asked, waiting for him to make eye contact with you. He pulled in a startled breath, then blinked as if clearing his eyes of fog.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t give me that. Tell me, what’s wrong.”

“I nearly got the team killed, and Natasha…”

“She’s fine, so is everyone else.”

“But they wouldn’t have been if you had followed my orders.”

“Well that’s what a team is for Cap. We have each other’s back. You did what you thought was best. Your intentions were good and everything turned out fine. So all you can do now is learn from the mistakes made and carry on.”

“You make it sound simple,” he laughed a little.

“It is simple, it just might not be easy,” you shrugged, “Come on, get to bed.”

As he stood up, you grabbed him in a tight hug, “You’re still a great leader. You’re just human,” you assured.

“I don’t know what this team would do without you,” he admitted.

“You’d be very emotionally constipated. I mean you guys don’t hug each other. You just have weird vague conversations. I love all of you though,” you teased.

~ Mod Lillian

anonymous asked:

Please do a jealous Jughead fic where he gets territorial over her but she's into it

So I’ve actually gotten a few requests for a Jealous!Jughead so here you guys go! Enjoy ;) and I’m always taking prompts, so feel free to send them!


He loves dating the cheerleader.

He’s well aware of the fact that his relationship is every cliche trope out there. The cheerleader and the outcast. The good girl with the bad boy. A Southside Serpent with a River Vixen? It was a story waiting to be written. He doesn’t care though. He loves dating Betty Cooper.

He never really gave a shit about coming to any of these football games before. He’s pretty sure he only ever came to one before and that was to attempt to talk things out with Archie; it worked. Now though, he comes to them for an entirely different reason.

Seeing Betty jumping around in her little River Vixens uniform, bright smile on her face as she tries to pump up the crowd? Yeah, it definitely got him feeling a little more than pumped up.

If it weren’t for Betty then it’s safe to assume that he’d never attend these games. He didn’t even go to Riverdale High anymore and he stuck out like a sore thumb from where he stood by the bleachers clad in his new leather jacket, but he didn’t care. Betty enjoyed having him there and he’d do anything to make sure she was happy.

He hardly pays attention to the football game at all. Do the Bulldogs even win? He doesn’t know. He thinks that they did pretty okay if the way that Betty is jumping up and down with her pompoms is anything to go by.

The clock finally runs out and he sighs in relief.

He watches as Betty looks around, trying to find him. Her eyes finally lock on his and she smiles and waves at him. She always tries to catch his eyes throughout the game as if she’s making sure that Jughead’s still there watching her and of course he is.

She holds up her hand, letting him know that she needs a few minutes to get her things together. He nods and crosses his arms as he leans back against the side of the stands.

Betty takes a bit longer than usual and he looks back towards the track to see if she’s coming yet, but what he actually does see makes his blood boil.

He’s a jealous guy. He’ll be the first to admit it. He’s always been a jealous guy, but this was the first time he had an actual girlfriend and to say he was a bit territorial was an understatement. It’s not that he didn’t trust Betty, because of course he did, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a problem with random guys looking at her or trying to hit on her.

Despite her disagreeing with him, Jughead was well aware that Betty was a freaking catch. She was drop dead gorgeous, smart as hell, and a complete sweetheart. He considered himself blessed that she had ever even been his friend, but now that she was his girlfriend? Yeah, sue him if he got a bit territorial with her.

So that’s the exact reason why his fist grips the metal railing in front of him tightly as his eyes narrow while he watches some guy from the rival school try to talk to Betty.

Doesn’t he have a bus to catch or something? Jughead wonders to himself. 

Betty looks uncomfortable as she tries to shove her pompoms into her duffle bag. She doesn’t seem to be paying attention to the football player at all and it isn’t until the guy actually puts his hand on her shoulder that Jughead springs forward onto the track.

“You about ready, Betts?” He asks her, shoving the guy’s arm away with his shoulder as he puts himself in between them.

Betty looks surprised before she smiles gently at him in thanks. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Uh, dude, we were kind of in the middle of something.”

Jughead rolls his eyes and grinds his teeth together before turning around.

“Yeah?” He says sarcastically, giving the guy an ugly look. “Please tell me what you and my girlfriend were in the middle of.”

The guy looks shocked for all of about three seconds before he smirks at Jughead. 

“She’s your girlfriend? Yeah, I bet.” 

A remark like that might have hurt his feelings once, but not anymore. He knows that he’s just as good for Betty as she is for him. Veronica tells them more often than not that they’re soulmates and he believes her. He’s not going to let some jock with bad breath stand in front of him and make him feel any different. 

“Yeah, she is but even if she weren’t, believe me when I tell you that you wouldn’t have a chance in hell with her,” he sneers at the guy in front of him. “Don’t you have a bus to catch or something?”

Betty weaves her hand through his and tugs, probably trying to get his attention. 

“Juggie,” she whispers and he knows that she wants to leave already. He gives the guy one last glare before turning around to follow Betty out of the stadium. He doesn’t even take three steps before a large, meaty hand grips his shoulder tightly. It hardly hurts, but he whirls around and yanks his shoulder out of the guy’s grip. 

“Don’t touch my jacket,” Jughead hisses at him. “Did you get a catch of the logo on the back? I know you did. I’m not sure where you’re from and I don’t really give a shit, but you’ve had to have heard of the Southside Serpents here in Riverdale.” 

The guy’s face turns red. 

“And even if you haven’t,” Jughead continues, “touch me or my girlfriend one more time and you will, and I swear it’ll be the last thing you do.”

He turns back around and grabs Betty’s hand, leading her out towards the parking lot. 

“Jughead, calm down!” She shouts once they’re finally out of the stadium. 

He doesn’t answer her, instead he just turns around and places both his hands on her cheeks as he brings her face towards his and kisses her fiercely. It’s a kiss that says I love you, you’re mine. Only mine.

Betty hums into the kiss and allows him to completely take charge. It’s bruising and rough, but she doesn’t seem to mind at all. When he finally pulls away she’s looking at him with glassy eyes and a dreamy expression. 

“You okay, Betts?” 

“I’m fine,” she sighs before smiling up at him. “That was just really hot.” 

Jughead laughs at her words and she chuckles softly. 

“You think so?”

“Mhm,” she hums. “In fact I think we should go to my house. My parents are working late tonight and I want to show you just how hot I think it was.”

“I love you so much, Betty Cooper,” he laughs as he follows her out of the parking lot.

“You’re about to love me a lot more.” 

And he doesn’t doubt that one bit.