Tater and Bitty become fast friends and that’s all I’ve ever really wanted
Tater is like an overprotective St. Bernard: large, affectionate, and unable to gauge personal space. Jack’s continually surprised and pleased when Tater manhandles Bitty like a favorite younger brother. They’ve struck up this cheerful, affectionate friendship. Tater watches out for Bitty, but he also genuinely likes him and food. Bitty’s adopted Tater into their friend circle, which Tater needed. Bitty was the only one who’d noticed what an outsider Tater is.
The house that Mars is found in is known to be a place of constant activity in the chart
Generally highly active people. Always on the move and doing things. Aggressive and assertive by nature and this can cause problems and minor accidents if not careful. Much energy is put into themselves and their own personal endeavors so these people can often come off as selfish.
Active focus on making money or purchasing things. Possibly impulsive spenders. Strongly protective of what they own and will fight to keep possessions.
Restless, quick and active thinkers and talkers,constantly on their phones maybe,likes to go on short little trips whether it's to the drugstore down the road or the hotel bar down the stairs
Active in home environment. Always working on something inside the house whether it's fixing something or adding something new for decoration or maintenance. May be active in lawn work or gardening and stay active into old age.
Active in sports activities whether they're playing or attending a game or sport related function, could have pretty active love/sex lives. Whether this is true or not, you actively pursue pleasure and aim to make a good time out of everything.
Workaholics. They Stay on their work and chores and makes sure they're up to date with their responsibilities. Overwork can often bring health issues.
Active involvement with partners. Puts much energy into relationships and partnerships and is always doing things with them. Active and domineering partner who is always on the move.
U fucking somebody bitch. Idk who but I know u fuckin. Aggressive in money matters.Active exploration of the unknown or the occult forces. Strong emotional desires and always pursuing those desires as well.
You're always exploring and traveling whether mentally or physically you want to expand. Usually have a passion for sports, religion, or education and sometimes travel in connection to one of these matters.
You work hard to gain status in your chosen career. Active focus on your career life. Extremely ambitious status seekers. Wants to be the best.
Great energy is put into pursuing goals as well as friendships and group activities. Very socially active. Always has a move.
Low energy placement. Much action is carried on in secret or is subtle and indirect mainly to avoid open confrontation. Religious/Mystical tendencies with the position.
“Thanks for coming tonight,” Steve says as the two of you walk together to the concession stand. “I owe you.”
“No you don’t.”
He takes your hand, blue eyes steadily staring back at you. “Y/N, you voluntarily chose to come to this game with me so I wouldn’t be stuck with Bucky and Sam. I owe you, big time.”
He makes a good point when he phrases it like that. No one likes to go out alone with Sam and Bucky. They value their sanity far too much for that. “Buy me some snacks and you can consider your debt repaid.”
Y/N had grown up next to Harry her whole life, he had only
been two years older so they got along like peanut butter and jelly, ever since
Y/N and Harry could walk they had been attached at hip. He came over and would
have a tea party with her, she would tug at his curls, attempting to put a
crown on him, he never minded. She would run over and play soccer with him,
kicking the ball around, getting mud all over her.
Harry, and everyone else, thought of her as the perfect girl
next door. Her father, a lawyer, her mother a stay at home mom, a helicopter
mom. She watched her daughter all the time, making sure she was studying and
getting the right marks at school. She pushed Y/N to join everything and
anything she could. Y/N, of course, listened. She was active in middle school,
she was on student council and drama club, between those two and studying she
hardly saw Harry, and the two started to drift apart.
In high school Harry had found his group, a group Y/N did
not like, and her parents hated. They made Y/N cut all ties with the Styles boy. Harry had traded in his
soccer ball for drinks, he traded in his silly puns for sex, and his clean skin
for tattoos and piercings. Y/N at first was upset, but then she found herself
too busy to care.
Y/N had started at the bottom, literally. She began as a
base for cheering, and by her sophomore year she was a flyer. Her junior year
she was voted as caption, which her mother loved, but Y/N, not so much. With
being caption, class president, and vice president of drama club she found
herself overwhelmed. Her school life began at seven am and didn’t stop till one
am, she forced herself to stay awake and study, keeping college in mind at all
Every once and a while she would peek out her window, where
she could see into Harry window. When they were little they would write notes
to each other, holding them up to window. When they reached middle school they
would call each other, but sit by the window and watch each other as they spoke
into the phone, Harry would watch as she would giggle at a stupid joke, and
stick her tongue out at him. She would watch him run a hand through his long
brown curls, which he now had chopped off. Now when she looks over the room
would be empty, the lights off, or she would catch him smoking out the window,
blowing out the toxin into the air. When Harry looked over she was always sat
on her bed, studying, or she was at her desk working on another essay. Things
weren’t the same anymore.
Before Y/N would tell Harry everything, on her worst nights,
when she just couldn’t sleep, Harry would climb into her window and hold her
close. They would whisper to each other, coming up with plans for the future.
Y/N and Harry would run off to New York, where Y/N could be a dancer on
Broadway, and Harry would find his career in music, they would be the best of
friends, sharing an apartment and laughing all the time. They would run out and
one am and get Chinese food and walk Times Square, they would camp out to watch
shows, it seemed so simple, so real, at the time. Now she’s left alone in her
room, not being able to sleep, the tears leaving her eyes every night.
“Hey,” Jade places a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, grabbing the
Y/N hadn’t even noticed how she drifted off, staring at her
former best friend. He leaned against his locker, arm draped over a girl’s
shoulder, a smirk on his lips as he looked down at her. She was giggling, her
cheeks red as she trailed her hand up and down his chest.
“Sorry,” Y/N blushed, closing her locker and turning to the
blonde, “what were you saying?”
“The girls and I are going to get our nails done after
school if you want join!” Jade smiled, gripping her books.
Y/N smiled softly, “oh I wish,” she pouts, “but I have
“You’re in need of a break,” Jade says, “how do you live?”
“I’m not sure,” Y/N responds, a breathless chuckle leaving
The bell rings and she turns, “I’ll see you tonight at the
game,” Y/N called, walking down the hall.
She waves to a couple of people as she walks to her class.
Once Y/N reaches her room she slips into her seat, pulling her note book and
pen out. Harry walks into the room, walking all the way to the back where his
friends sat. His eyes land on Y/N, she’s doing what she has done for years when
she was stressed, twirling her hair around her finger and then lightly tugging
Harry can’t help but admire her body in the uniform she’s
wearing. She had grown up for sure, the blue and white fabric hugged her body,
showing off her tiny waist and her nice handful of boobs, Harry was sure if she
bent down he would be able to catch a glimpse of her bum. He frowned when Scott
pulled up the chair next to her, shrugging off his letterman jacket and kissing
her cheek. Just like the perfect caption of the team and girl next door she had
the perfect boyfriend.
Harry hated Scott Edelman more than he hated anyone else in
the world. The guy seemed to make everyone smile, he was nice, and perfect for
her, but Harry never trusted him. Scott’s hand would sometimes slip lower than
Y/N wanted, and sometimes his eyes would linger on her chest when she wouldn’t
notice, but Harry did, he could see it from down the hall.
“How was your morning?” Scott asked, tapping his fingers on
“It was good, I went for a run, nothing big, Mr. Brown is
killing me though. He just edited my essay and I have to go home and fix it
tonight after the game,” Y/N answered, rubbing her forehead, “what about you?”
“It was okay, does this mean you aren’t coming over after
the game?” Scott frowned.
“I’m sorry,” Y/N says.
Scott sighed, leaning back. Anytime he invited Y/N over and
she knew his parents weren’t home something always came up, and he was getting
tired of it.
“Are you actually going to sleep with me or are you going to
be a stuck up prude for the rest of your life,” Scott whispered, anger clear in
his tone, “if you loved me you would sleep with me.”
“It’s because I love you I’m going to give you this
warning,” Y/N says, her voice low, she leans over so her lips are next to his
ear, “if you so much as touch me when I say no, or keep pushing me to sleep
with you, I will kick you so hard in the dick you won’t ever be able to please
yourself again let alone another human being.”
She pulled away, sitting back in her seat, her eyes on the
board as the teacher begins to speak. The rest of her day goes by quick, rehearsal
dragged on too much for her liking.
Harry hardly attended football games, but tonight was
different, and he was thankful his friend dragged him out. He had promised
Nina, the girl draped around his arm earlier, that he would take her home after
the game, but he couldn’t focus on her. Instead, as always, his eyes drifted to
Y/N. She was in the air, two girls gripping her ankles, her right hand on her
hip, her other up in the air as she smiled at the fans in the crowd.
“She’s hot, I hear her and Scott are getting it in after the
game,” Niall remarked, handing Harry the flask he had hidden in his jacket.
Harry takes it, letting the alcohol fall down his throat, “nah,
she’s too much of a prude,” Harry shakes his head, chuckling, “she’s all about
waiting for marriage.”
“Boring,” Niall rolled his eyes, everyone around them stood
up to cheer, “are you hanging out with Nina afterwards?”
“Maybe, she’s getting a little too clingy for my liking,”
“She a good fuck?” Niall raised an eyebrow, grabbing the
flask and putting it back in his pocket.
“She’s okay, maybe I’ll ring up Stella,” Harry said.
“I’m gonna go smoke,” Harry says as halftime rolled by.
He walks down the stairs and goes down the alley way to head
towards the school. He stops, hearing a small sob, a sob he heard too many
times in his childhood. He peeks around the corner to see Y/N pressed against
the wall, Scott has her arms pinned over her head, kissing her neck.
“Stop,” she pleads.
Harry feels his blood boiling, his fist tightening, but
before he can act she does it herself. Her knee bending, and kicking up in
between Scotts legs. Scott groans, backing away, and she shoves at him, making
him tumble back.
“Don’t ever touch me again,” she yelled, sniffling and
wiping her eyes, “or I’ll report you for harassment.”
Harry watches as she walks briskly towards him, she freezes,
seeing him in front of her. Her eyes are glossy, her lipstick is smudged,
cheeks pink and puffy. She looks scared and her hair is slightly a mess, her
arms crossed over her chest, hugging herself. They stand, eyes connected, she
can’t help but not look into the same green eyes she used to love, the same
eyes that would watch her dance around her room.
She drops her head, walking past Harry, her shoulder bumping
into his arm. Harry sucks in a sharp breath, walking towards Scott, he hits his
side, a quick and hard kick making Scott groan, “if you so much as look at her,
I swear to god, I’ll kill you myself,” Harry says, spitting near his head.
a/n Thank you anon :) hope you like this and lots and lots and lots of love back. Also I put ‘seducing’ because like it’s only really seducing if you weren’t already in the mood, but I would personally always be in the mood around Hot7 ~JJ
Mark: You were laying down next to Mark as you played against each other in a phone game. “You lose! You get the punishment!” You agreed the loser would be tickled for 20 seconds. “No!!!!” You said trying to run away. He grabbed you arms and got on top of you pining you beneath him. He began counting as he tickled you “1-2-3-4-5-6″ You squirmed under his hands as they moved from your waist and up to your stomach, he winked at you as he got closer to your chest. “I think I thought of a better punishment for you.” He said lifting off his shirt.
Jaebum: You were excited when Jaebum got home from his schedule earlier than he said since you had already prepared dinner. “Let me go change and then we can eat, okay?” He came back out of the room only wear boxers and flaunting his toned body. “Uhh, are you-umm.” You said blushing. He laughed and grabbed you by the waist pulling you forward. He brushed your hair behind your ears and whispered with his lips against them “I said we were going to eat. I didn’t say we were going to have dinner.”
Jinyoung: Jinyoung brought you to the dorm late after picking you up after his drama filming. He led you by holding his hand against the small of you back and you felt his hand slightly up the back of your shirt. Then both hands made their way up cupping your breasts as he walked behind you.“Jinyoung-ah what are_” “Shh” He said gesturing to Youngjae playing video games in the living room who quietly greeted you but didn’t turn to see. “We have our own games to attend to.” He purred into your ear.
Jackson: You were lounging when Jackson came in wearing a tight fitting tank top and shorts. “Hey can you help me out?” “Sure what do you need babe?” He explains he need you to hold his feet in place as he does sit ups. Every sit up his face comes up to yours and you see his sweat bead down his neck and listen to his heavy hot breaths. After his last set he sits up properly and looks at you. “You know I think I have an ideo for a workout we can do together.” He says winking and wiping away his sweat.
Youngjae:You and Youngjae were cuddling and watching a movie when suddenly you feel his finger tracing along your bare legs. You don’t think much of it until he starts drawing circles on your inner thighs. He looks at you and bites his lip and you can see he is bluishing “Hey _____ this movie is pretty boring” Then you feel him grip your thigh and reach his other hand to your collar bone. “Can we do something else?”
Bambam: “Hey I need help picking outfits for our trip to Japan.” Bambam yells from the bedroom. You come up the stairs and see Bambam in tight black jeans and a dress shirt looking through his other clothes. He comes up to you and your noses are almost touching. “I don’t like this one that much.” He says slowly unbuttoning the shirt and taking it off. “I don’t like these either.” He says biting his lip as he begins to undo your jeans.
Yugyeom: You were in the living room when Yugyeom got back from practice looking a little more happy than usual. “What’s up?” “Just happy to see you _____” He says, seemingly innocent. “Hey do you want to see the move for our new single?” You nod and he begins to grind and dance in such a sexy way. He sees your face and starts dancing towards you and pulls up to stand up from the couch. He starts caressing his hands on your body and says “Maybe we should move this into your room?”
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.
not an athlete but wears all of the athletic clothes. looks like he could probably do sports but is actually 95% a flop. an extremely sore loser anyways, constant dramatic sighing when he has to run
does running away from problems count as exercise? surprisingly a-okay with sports but is also the player that complains about how hard he works to get his toned arms. everyone fawns over him
excels at everything. the captain of every sport he tries out for and THEN SOME. invented being healthy and active. literal king of athletics. a fair team player and he even cheers on the opposing team. when is he not drinking an organic smoothie
likes the obscure sports like interpretive dance and synchronized swimming to make himself look more mysterious and exciting. doesn't actually know what he's doing but has a fun time anyways
not the best in athletics, but he's the number one cheerleader for his friends. attends everyone's games and always has a front row seat (except that game that jaebum accidentally hit him with a ball) ((he stays in the back during jae's games from then on))
crying the entire time. says that stretching is a sport. conveniently always has a doctors note. often asks himself why he signed up for sports in the first place (he was bribed by yugyeom and youngjae with five dollars)
gets hit in the face a lot. generally a mess but somehow one of the most valued team players. tries to buy doctors notes off of bambam to get out of practice but immediately gets caught and benched. mission accomplished. not before he had to run laps, however