look i’m always imagining how lance and keith’s first kiss might happen because it could go a MiLLiON different ways?
they’re sitting on the couch having a staring contest and it’s already been a minute but keith doesn’t even look close to blinking, and lance is just like “fuck it” because he looks gorgeous and amazing and stupid with his wide eyes and eyebrows practically in his hair trying to not blink
keith has his hands pressed lightly to lance’s chest to keep him from getting too close and blowing in his face because he’s not about to let him cheat
but lance just surges forward and crushes keith’s hands between their chests and kisses him
at first keith is like “woah” but it only takes him a second to start kissing him back
but then he starts to giggle because lance’s lips tickle a little and he’s just like “lance, stop”
lance is like “hm? why?” in between two kisses that are nearing keith’s neck because he has no chill
“because,” keith says, but there’s laughter in his voice. “i was trying to look at you.”
(he was pretty much using the staring contest as an excuse to stare at lance without worrying about getting caught)
lance pulls back and registers this. and then he kisses him harder
or like, after a sparring session, they’re both really worn out but lance is just looking at keith, who’s pretty sweaty and gross like he is, and can’t help himself
except he misses and gets keith’s chin instead
he’s too tired to feel embarrassed tbh, but he pulls back and frowns a little and is like “oh, sorry. i was aiming for your mouth”
keith just smiles a little and wraps his arms around his neck and kisses him right on the mouth
“like that?” he asks.
lance, dazed and in love: “um, yeah. that’s good.”
keith nods sagely and leans back in for another kiss
later they lay around in keith’s bed staring at each other because they’re extra and in love
keith, about lance’s horrible first aim: “i thought you were the team’s sharpshooter"
lance, smirking: “maybe i just need a little more practice”
this is going to get long if i keep going but basically their first kiss could go any way and i love it i love them
OK so we know that CU hates wearing clothes, PANTS especially because they are so restricting and uncomfortable for him so what if….. Get ready….. He goes around in cute lil skirts instead because he doesn’t get gender roles and thinks he looks gorgeous as hell
A/N: In which Betty and Jughead live in the same building
and meet on the elevator. And well… let just say they hit it off :)
“Hold the elevator!” Betty shouted, breathless as
she rushed through the lobby of her new apartment building. Her once perky
ponytail was hanging a little lower on her head and god did her feet hurt.
Betty wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to navigating New York City. She’d gotten
off the subway one stop too early and ended up walking ten blocks home to her
apartment in high heels.
Just as the elevator
doors were about to close a hand shot out and pushed the doors open again. Betty
pushed her purse back up on her shoulder and slipped through the doors leaning
against the far wall.
“Rough night, Betty?” The boy sharing the elevator
with her was mirroring her position, leaning against the opposite wall, his
leather clad arms crossed over his chest.
“I’m sorry, have we met?”
The boy tapped a finger to his chest, just over his heart,
then pointed to her. “You’re wearing a nametag.”
Betty glanced down at her outfit. Of course, she’d forgotten
all about the nametag. In fact, Betty was trying to forget about the whole
“I’m Jughead, by the way.” The dark haired boy
said after a short moment. “It’s only fair you know my name too.”
Betty reached up and tightened her ponytail, then reached a
hand across the small space between them. “Nice to meet you, I
Jughead’s large, slightly calloused hand enveloped Betty’s
small soft one.
Suddenly, the elevator stopped moving, making Betty slip a
little. Jughead caught her elbow, holding her steady.
When she was back on her feet,
Jughead knelt down in front of the panel of buttons. Door Open. No luck. He hit
the call button, and after waiting for over a minute, there was no answer. “Damn
management. Probably spooning his whiskey bottle in the storage closet
again.” Jughead pulled his beanie off his head, running his hand through
“What do we do then?” The blonde girl asked, she
was digging through her purse and pulled out a cell phone. “Dammit, it’s
Jughead shook his head. “Wait? I guess?” He put
his hat back on, suddenly self conscious with this beautiful girl watching him.
“I’ll keep trying the call button, but I don’t think we’ll have any luck.
I think we should just listen in case someone passes by.” Jughead slid to
the floor, while Betty remained standing, hands clenched at her side. Jughead
couldn’t help but watch her.
On her wrist he saw
an orange paper band, the kind that you would get at a music festival or carnival.
Given how crisp and pristine this particular band was, she must’ve gotten it
recently. That only told Jughead one thing, not that he had a lot of experience
in that area.
“So, speed dating, huh?”
Betty pulled her hands back, hiding them both behind her
back. How did he know? “What would make you say that?” Betty was
embarrassed to say the least. A guy like him was nothing like her; cool,
confident… sexy. His black leather jacket directly opposed her soft pink
cardigan. Combat boots and ballet slippers;
the black haired boy and the blonde haired girl sharing the elevator
would clearly have nothing in common. He probably has girls fawning over him at
every bar he goes to, while Betty has stooped so low as to try speed dating.
Jughead waved a hand nonchalantly. “I had a friend once
who would go speed dating to pick up girls, he thought it was easier to keep up
a large ‘Chick List’ as he called it. All of the girls he met were looking for
someone and he said that he would be that someone.”
When Betty didn’t respond, Jughead got a little nervous.
Surely she didn’t care about his friend’s seduction techniques. Quick, he had
to salvage the conversation. “Anyway, what does orange mean?”
Betty slid to the floor next to him. There was no point now; she couldn’t salvage
her dignity at this point. “It’s uh- woman seeking man.” She paused,
when he remained silent she continued. “You’d be surprised at how many
women seeking women tried to hit on me though.”
“I take it the night didn’t go as planned?”
“Is it that obvious?” Betty let out a slight
giggle. “Wow, I must be pretty pathetic.”
“Just a guess. I mean, you’re coming home alone
Betty scowled. “You know, not every girl goes home with
just anyone. I’m not that
Back pedal, back
pedal. “Oh, no no no. That’s not what I meant. I just thought, you
know, a guy would be crazy to not want to go home with you, or at least buy you
a drink after…” He glanced at his watch. “…nine-thirty.”
“Well, thanks I guess.”
“Also,” The boy next to her paused, breath caught
in his throat. “For the record, if I’d been there I would have been trying
to talk to you all night. I bet you were the most beautiful girl there.”
Betty barked out a laugh. “I’m sure there were other
girls that were more your type.”
Jughead turned to face Betty. He smirked and raised an
eyebrow at the beautiful blonde sitting next to him.
“What?” Betty smiled. She couldn’t help it, this
boy was really tempting to her. She was new to the city, no friends, no
boyfriend, she was lonely. And this boy, Jughead, was nothing like any of the
guys she knew in high school. They were all jocks, who liked to drink beer in
the woods around Sweetwater River and have sex in the backseat of the car at
the drive in. She wasn’t sure what kind of guy Jughead was, but at this point
she didn’t know if she cared.
“What exactly do you think my type is?”
As if it wasn’t obvious what his type was. “Black nail
polish, pointy eyeliner, purple hair, miniskirt with fishnet tights and combat
boots. Am I getting anywhere here?”
“You’re all wrong.” He slid a little closer to her
so their shoulders touched. “My type is pastel sweaters, pink lip gloss,
and blonde ponytails.”
Jughead watched closely as Betty’s cheeks blushed pink, her
lips attempting to hide a smile. Jughead didn’t hold back his smile. He’d never
felt what the world called butterflies in the stomach, but he was feeling them
now. He was scared to say another word, that he might ruin the moment. He didn’t
dare move, because then her gorgeous green eyes might look away and he
desperately wanted to keep looking at her.
Betty opened her mouth as if to say something, but paused
when Jughead leaned closer, his breath warm against her face. They were only
inches apart now, Betty noticed, as Jughead’s hand brushed the soft fabric of
her cardigan. She reciprocated, allowing her thumb to brush over his other hand
and latch onto his leather jacket. Her eyes flicked to his lips, which were
parted just slightly, and she finally let the full smile shine through as they
both simultaneously pulled the other closer.
The kiss was rougher than Jughead expected, especially
considering he’d just met the girl, but he wasn’t complaining. After all, they
could be stuck in this elevator for a long time. Betty was now gripping his
jacket at the waist and Jughead slid his hands up her arms to rest at her
cheeks and swears he’s never felt anything so soft in his life.
Betty knew she shouldn’t do it, but her body was in control
now. She shifted onto her knees and climbed onto Jughead’s lap. She slipped her
hands under his jacket and tugged a little at the wife beater he wore
underneath. She didn’t want anything more, just a little skin, so she let her
hands wander under the fabric to rest just above his waistline. Jughead
flinched, making Betty pause. “Shit…” She pulled her hands away,
beginning to back away, but soon hands were latched behind her back.
The boy underneath her looked much less intimidating now.
His lips were wet, slightly shiny with the gloss from Betty’s lips. His jacket
had fallen slightly off his shoulders with the shirt underneath still hitched
up just slightly. One of his hands gripped the fabric at her lower back,
lifting it slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Betty didn’t move, even as his
other hand tickled her back until he pressed it flat and pulled her closer
again. With his free hand, Jughead put a hand to her neck pulling her just
close enough that their lips brushed again. “Your hands are
freezing.” He whispered. “But I’ll allow you to put them back if
you’ll kiss me again.”
Betty didn’t wait for a second invitation and fully removed
his jacket and started on his shirt. When he was effectively naked from the
waist up, aside from his crown-inspired beanie, Jughead popped the one button
holding her cardigan together, and tugged at the blouse beneath, though he knew
he shouldn’t. Shit, they might have security cameras in here, though with a
quick glance around he didn’t see any. And anyway, Betty was already pulling
the shirt over her head.
Jughead blinked slowly, taking in the figure before him. He
decided then and there that he would do whatever she wanted, but maybe… just maybe,
they should wait for later. Then Betty combed her fingers through the hair at
the back of his neck and pulled his lips to her neck, and Jughead really really liked the way she tasted. So he
flipped her around, pushing her up again the wall of their perfect little
prison, and kissed her again. His lips wandered from time to time, making a
path of bites down her neck and to her collarbone where he nipped and sucked at
the soft skin of her breasts. And Betty moaned softly, sliding her fingers just
under the waistband of his jeans.
“I was thinking.” Jughead started, still pressing
kisses all over her available skin. “That we shouldn’t go any
farther…” Betty pouted, her fingers playing with the elastic of his
underwear, teasing. “Until we get out of here.”
“Come on, Jug.” She argued, and god did he like
the way she said ‘Jug.’ She flipped their position again, regaining her spot on
top of him. “Don’t you want me? I promise I’m not as boring as I
look.” She quirked an eyebrow at him, smiling.
“Trust me, you don’t even know…” Jughead’s voice
caught in his throat when Betty wiggled her hips, and groaned at how obvious
his erection was becoming. “You have no idea what I want to do to you
Betty smirked. “Then do it.” She said, catching
his lips between her teeth. He let himself be consumed by her again, not having
the energy to pull away. When she pulled his hands and led them to the clasp of
her bra he woke up, slowly easing his hands down.
“The things I want to do,” He growled, “Can’t
be done in an elevator.”
Betty smiled at him again and peeled herself away.
“That’s all I needed to hear.” She grabbed her blouse from where it
had been discarded on the floor, and threw Jughead’s clothes back toward him.
“So, maybe we should get to know each other a little better before we get
out of here.
Jughead smiled, not believing how his night had turned out.
The janitor discovered that the elevator was stuck at six
o'clock the next morning, when he came in to clean the halls. The fire
department arrived, rescuing the two stuck in there for the past nine hours.
What they’d expected was not what they found. A blonde haired girl covered in a
black leather jacket, resting her head on the leg of a black haired boy in a
beanie with a pink cardigan wedged in the space between his neck and shoulder;
both fast asleep.
A/N: Thanks for reading! This was my first ever Bughead fic and I wrote it in a day. I just really wanted to get something out there so it’s not my best work. Let me know what you think and if I should do a part two just to round off the story. I’m thinking we could all use a little more smut in our lives?