hey, i don't know if you write smut, but in honor of the leaked scene, could you write a established!bughead drabble, where he climbs her window and is all flirty? (doesn't have to be smut tho, just a hot make out).. i love your writing btw
(Okay, a little disclaimer. First of all, this is not full on smut, it’s just a hot, slightly smutty make out. Second of all, I didn’t make it full on smut, not because I didn’t want to (believe me Cole tempts me to sin and sin badly) but because I didn’t feel that Bughead’s first time would be like that and I didn’t want to write a random smut without first writing about Jughead not being sure about his sexuality and him and Betty generally testing the waters and all of the other normal things teenagers go through. I intend to write something like that because, asexual Jughead or not, Betty and Jughead are two teens that have a natural naivety and a mutual respect to one another so I believe that, as we saw in the kiss too, they would be timid and taking their time with exploring what they are comfortable with and testing their limits. So I left that for another one-shot. As for the part that Jughead might be asexual. I respect that and I’m not trying to erase anything of his (possible) character here. For what I have read and heard from other ace people and friends, yes, he can still be asexual. Asexuality is a sexual orientation, sexual behavior does not change that. Like every other sexuality it has subcategories; the “I dislike sex”, the “I find it ok, but I do not engage in it often”, the “I’m asexual but my partner makes me feel good” etc. In my mind, as I became older and kept reading the comics and understanding more about sexuality and educating myself on the topic, Jughead fell to the third category for me. That he was being somebody with maybe a lower level of sexual interest but with sexual drive nontheless. So that’s what I have in my mind while watching Riverdale and writing this one-shot and the possible others that will revolve around this topic in the future.
Sorry that was so long, I just wanted to set some things straight and by all means I’m not trying to offend anybody. Everybody ships what they want to ship and that’s perfectly ok! Ship wars are just tiring and pointless so everybody stay calm and respect everyone’s opinions. And if Jughead does end up being asexual with no need to engage in any sexual activities then sure, everyone should be again perfectly ok and not bitch and moan that he won’t get to have steamy scenes or anything. He is still going to be the most amazing guy in Rivedale either way!
End of my huge rant!! Hope you enjoy guys!! <3)
Is your mom finally asleep?
I think so yeah. Why?
I’m coming up ;)
Betty locked her phone and shot up from her bed,
abandoning her worn-out copy of Wuthering Heights pages first on the mattress
and kicking her covers, a nervous excitement pouring down on her belly as she
heard the familiar crack of careful footsteps on wood. She gave herself a quick
once over on her vanity mirror, checking that her messy bun was intact and
straightening her plain white t-shirt, before kicking off her bunny printed
fuzzy socks of her feet and throwing them under her bed in a hurry. It wasn’t
the fact that he wouldn’t appreciate them, he would and he would probably offer
her that chuckle of his that set free a million butterflies inside her chest,
but her toe nails were painted a lovely baby pink and it was a shame not to
show them off, even though his focus would be on other places, more important
ones. She felt her cheeks heating at that and she quickly grabbed her
strawberry lip balm from her nightstand, applying some on her already soft lips
with her ring finger, knowing that this taste mixed with her own always drove
Since that day that Jughead had climbed up her window
so for her to complain to him about her parents and her family situation, it
seemed that this became a thing for them. At first, he was just sneaking up
because they needed a quiet place to discuss investigation plans and theories,
the office hours of Blue & Gold proving not to be enough. Now, two months
after, the raven haired boy used that ladder almost every night to see his
beautiful girlfriend, cuddle with her and watch movies and most importantly kiss
her like she was the heavenly droplets of water on his always thirsty lips.
Warnings: None Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, sister Winchester reader, Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar, Rowena, Crowley, Lucifer Summary: EASTER. EGG. HUNT. Reader’s Age: 5-6 years old Word count: 1040
Y/N: Your Name Y/N/N: Your Nickname
A/N: My frens helped with all the ideas so if it seems all over the place that’s because I tried to fit all their ideas into one imagine. (And I didn’t even get them all) But basically everyone is friends in this world! Happy Easter and enjoy!
Waking up with a yawn you stretched as your eyes fluttered open. You looked around your room and saw pastel colors like pink, purple, yellow, and green covering the walls and furniture. You hopped out of bed and trotted over to a small, pink basket with some fake Easter grass covering the bottom of it.
“Easter…” you whispered to yourself. You grabbed the basket and scanned your room, searching for Easter eggs.
Your eyes finally landed on a small blue egg sitting on your bed frame. You ran over, grabbed the egg and set it in your basket.
You opened your door and peeked outside. Streamers decorated the halls. With a smile and a skip in your step, you headed towards the kitchen, picking up a few eggs here and there along the way.
Once you arrived in the kitchen you looked to the table to see a bunch of food. From ham to carrot cake to even butter shaped like a small lamb. Looking around the room you spotted a few Easter eggs.
Picking up what you assume to be the last egg in the kitchen you were startled by a voice that spoke from the corner. “Enjoying the hunt?” You turned around and saw Gabriel finishing a cookie.
“Yeah! I has so many eggs!” You raised your basket to show Gabriel.
“The Easter Bunny was pretty busy,” Gabriel commented. You smiled, grabbed a mini doughnut and headed out of the kitchen.
You padded down the hall into the War Room. You turned the corner to see the one and only, Lucifer. Of course, you didn’t know he was Satan, you only knew him as Luci. He had his feet propped up on the map table and a pair of pink bunny ears on his head.
“Welcome!” he greeted. “Have you found all the eggs yet?”
“Not yet. I have lots of rooms to go,” you responded as you searched the room. Luci unwrapped a piece of candy and plopped it in his mouth.
You made your way into the library where you saw Sam and Dean towards the back by the giant telescope. Sam was sitting down and Dean was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. They both had small smiles as they watched you run around the room looking for eggs.
Once you were done looking for eggs you skipped over to your brothers and showed them your basket. “Lookie! I gots lots of eggs!”
“Wow, you’ve been busy,” Sam replied, giving you a soft tap on your shoulder.
“Where are your eggs?” you asked, looking back and forth between your brothers.
“We don’t have any eggs,” Sam responded.
“Oh…” you looked down at your eggs. “Here!” you handed an egg to Sam, then one to Dean. Sam and Dean both smiled.
“Thanks, Y/N/N,” Dean chuckled and ruffled your hair.
“Happy Easter!” a new voice spoke. You all turned your attention to the man standing in the library, Balthazar. “This is for you,” Balthazar handed you a bottle of wine.
Your eyebrows furrowed together as you stared at the wine. As soon as it was in your hands, it was snatched away, you turned around and saw Sam holding the wine with a disapproving face.
“What are you doing? That’s hers,” Balthazar pointed to you.
“She’s five,” Sam argued.
“And when she’s whatever age that bottle of wine better still be here for her.” Balthazar made his point clear.
Balthazar turned around to see Luci standing behind him trying to put bunny ears on him. “What are you doing?” Balthazar backed away.
“You need to get in the Easter spirit,” Luci continued to try and put bunny ears on Balthazar.
“Stop that,” Balthazar pushed Luci’s hand away, earning a giggle from you.
You took two eggs out of your basket and walked over to the angels. You put one in Luci’s hand and the other in Balthazar’s. They both smiled at you and Luci opened his egg.
“Did you forget about me?” Gabriel entered the room. You laughed and grabbed an egg then ran over to Gabe. You handed Gabe the egg and ran back over to your brothers.
“My, oh, my, doesn’t this place look beautiful!” a Scottish voice made its presence known. You turned around and saw Rowena admiring the decorations and Crowley was standing next to her.
“Oh! Dear, what are you still doing in your pajamas? Come, let’s get you in something different.” Rowena held out her hand. You grabbed two eggs and handed one to Crowley who gladly accepted the egg with a small head nod and handed the other to Rowena. You and Rowena then headed to your room.
Rowena dressed you in a pretty, yellow sundress. She curled your hair before taking strands from the front and pinning them back.
You two made your way back into the kitchen where everyone was gathered around the table that was covered with food. You walked over and sat next to Sam; Rowena sat on your other side.
“I feel like we’re missing someone…” Dean commented before sitting down.
“I believe that would be me,” Castiel spoke from behind you. You turned around and jumped out of your seat.
“What are you holding, Cas?” Sam noticed Castiel holding something inside his trench coat.
“A present for Y/N,” Castiel took his hands out of his coat to reveal a small, adorable, fuzzy bunny. You gasped and ran over to him. “Now remember, bunnies are a lot of work, you have to take care of it.”
“Cas, I thought we talked about this. Don’t get her a gift that requires work!” Dean stood up.
“Can we keep it?” you took the bunny from Cas and stared at your brothers with big puppy dog eyes.
“C'mon, Dean. You won’t let her have a dog, you’re allergic to cats, let her at least keep the bunny.” Sam tried to convince his brother.
Dean thought for a moment, staring down at your pleading face; he was already a goner. “Fine,” Dean huffed and threw his arms up, clearly upset he lost this battle.
“YAY!” you cheered and snuggled the rabbit in your arms.
“To Easter,” Crowley raised a glass.
“To Easter!” Everyone said simultaneously, raising their glasses.
I hope y’all like this one and I’m open for tips on improving!
“Oh, Lance,” Hunk sympathized, “You’re soaked.” The paladins had just returned from a mission on an icy planet, where Lance had tripped into a snow bank. He hadn’t been wearing his helmet, so it had looked pretty funny at the time, when he’d stood up covered in white powder, but now that it had melted, he looked downright pitiful. His hair was slicked to his forehead, and the tips of his bangs were icicles. Ice clung to his armor in thin patches, and he was shivering badly.
“I know,” Lance bit, struggling with his armor. The trembling in his hands was not making it easy to remove. Shiro and Hunk moved to help him, and were surprised to find that even his thin body suit was sopping wet.
“The snow soaked through the joints in my armor,” Lance managed to explain through chattering teeth. His fingers were bright red and stiff, and Hunk took the blue paladin’s hands between his own. They were painful to hold.
“That’s it, I’m making you soup and tea. You’ve got to warm up,” Hunk announced. He turned and headed for the kitchen.
“Let’s get you into some dry clothes,” Shiro smiled. Lance nodded distantly. It was getting harder to focus, like the warmth of the castle had fogged his consciousness like hot breath on a cold window.
Lance stumbled after Shiro and followed him to his own room. Shiro waited for Lance to pick out something warm to wear, but as soon as the kid walked through the door of his bedroom, he’d chosen instead to flop down on his bed in a shivering heap.
“You’re gonna get your bed all wet,” Shiro warned, but he could see that it was too late, and a dark outline of Lance’s form was already forming in the sheet. He sighed, and reminded himself to be patient. Allura probably had spare sheets somewhere.
“Jus’ wanna sleep,” Lance slurred, and another pang of worry resonated through the paladin leader.
Shiro rummaged through Lance’s drawers for the warmest things he could find, deciding upon a pair of fleece pyjama pants and a hoodie. “Here, change into this,” he instructed, holding the clothes out for Lance, who only blinked at them.
He reminded himself to be very, very patient.
Shiro gently helped Lance out of his freezing, wet clothes and into the warm, dry ones.
“Isn’t that better?” Shiro asked, but Lance didn’t reply. He was listless and seemed tired, far too tired for just the effects of one mission.
“Let’s get you onto the couch,” Shiro worried. When Lance didn’t move, he extended a hand to lead him to the common room, but Lance’s legs were shaky when he stood, and weak. He stumbled into Shiro’s back and the coldness of his skin sent goosebumps up Shiro’s flesh arm.
The other paladins were waiting in the hall and watched with concern as Shiro supported Lance’s uncoordinated weight through the hallway.
“Bring him the blankets from your beds,” Shiro instructed, “Mine and Hunk’s, too.”
By the time Keith and Pidge had gathered every blanket in the castle, Shiro was already on the couch with Lance, pressed firmly against his body. “Good, thank you,” he said as he took the blankets one by one and set them on top of himself and Lance. Keith sat on Lance’s other side, warming it with his body heat, and helped Shiro to straighten out the blankets.
“I’ve got tea,” Hunk announced, entering the room with a mug. “I didn’t make it too hot, so he should be able to hold it even though his hands are frozen.”
Lance’s hands were shaking badly enough that Shrio had to grip the cup with him and help him drink.
“Is he gonna be okay?” Pidge asked as she entered the room with her own fuzzy bunny slippers, sliding them onto Lance’s bare feet.
“Just need to thaw,” Lance replied. It was the first thing he’d said in a while, and Shiro sighed in relief. “Cubans aren’t made for snow,” he muttered, taking another long sip of tea. “Let’s go to a beach planet, next time.”