Lets say that US Pap has a crush on someone who is incredibly shy, too shy to make any kind of moves beside being flustered about anything. Would he make a move, and if so how would he go about winning them over/asking them out?
Hooooo boy I love my carrot stick
-first thing he does is cut the weed. It puts people on edge and since you already seem on edge around him
-he likes the friends to lovers approach and tries to get you to joke around with him, smile, like his jokES DAMMIT
-he will try to go to events of yours and support you
(Even if that makes you flustered)
-he brings up a date very very casually, like you’re watching a movie or something and watching some stupid cheesy couple
-“wanna do that?”
-when you get blushy he will immediately regret it
-but when you say yes he will blush too
I can always count on you guys like when I met Sidon I was like ‘omg he’s precious and nice I wanna ship him with link but he’s also a 10 foot tall shark man so I’m probably the only one’ and then the Internet collectively loses its shit over 10 foot tall shark man and there is all sorts of quality content and I feel blessed
If requests are open, could you make a jughead x fem Reader where he never asked what her real name was (everyone just calls her by a nick name and has been doing so for years.) and when he finally figures it out and calls her by that name, the reader falls in love with the way it sounds when he says it. Sorry if it’s confusing, I just thought it’d be cute :)
Y/N/N = Your Nick Name
Y/N = Your (real/full) Name
L/N = Your Last Name
I loved this idea so much! I hope you like the way I wrote it!
The first time it was brought up was at the diner. You sat next to Jughead, and the two of you were sitting across from Betty and Veronica. You all were sharing stories from your childhoods, including Jughead, when it finally got to you.
“Y/N/N, did you ever have a nickname?” You smiled at Veronica, who had admitted a few of her own embarrassing nicknames.
“Y/N/N,” you replied, sipping at your milkshake.
“What,” Jughead asked and you laughed while turning to face him.
“Y/N/N is my nickname,” you said, but he still looked confused, “I’ve gone by Y/N/N my whole life. Even my parents use it rather than my actual name.”
“No, I get that,” he said, meeting your eyes, “but what’s your real name?” Veronica raised an eyebrow and Betty let out a laugh. “You’ve been best friends with Y/N/N for how long, and yet you still don’t know her full name?” Jughead squinted his eyes at Veronica and you let out a small giggle. “Now I have to know,” he said, turning to face you, but you just stared at him. “You’re a smart, independent, young man,” you said, causing Jughead to smile at you, “you can figure it out.” Betty rolled her eyes, “stop flirting you two, we’re trying to be nostalgic.” You felt a blush creep up onto your cheeks and with a glance at Jughead, you saw he was blushing too.
The second time it was brought up was at your locker door. School had ended and you were grabbing your jacket and text book out of your locker. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Jughead walking towards you, looking annoyed.
“What’s up Juggie,” you asked as he leaned against the lockers next to yours.
“So I went to the library during my free period,” he said and you started to close your locker door.
“Sounds adventurous,” you said, looking up and smiling at him.
“Ha! Very funny,” he said, “I went there looking to check out some yearbooks. When I asked for them she said, and I quote, ‘they’ve all been checked out.’”
You gave him a smug smile, “Hmm, how strange.” He nodded, “isn’t it?”
Title: Firecracker Fandom: Riverdale Characters: Archie Andrews x River Vixen!reader, Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper, Cheryl Blossom, Reggie Mantle, Kevin Keller, Jughead Jones Warnings: None Word Count: 1,629 Requested: Yes, by anonymous Short Description: You, a river vixen and Archie’s girlfriend, never fail to make Archie smile; or blush for that matter. The two of you are a sophomore power couple at Riverdale, Archie as quarterback of the football team and you as Cheryl Blossom’s successor as cheer captain when she graduates. A/N: Archie’s nickname for you is firecracker bc you’re a total babe. Also, I absolutely live for writing River vixen!reader fics. Seriously.
Disclaimer: not my gif
[Y/N] = your first name [Y/L/N] = your last name
Being a Riverdale Vixen habitually put you at the top of the Riverdale High School social scheme. But for you, it just meant that you could let loose as you cheered on your football star boyfriend, Archie Andrews. You and Archie had been together for over a year, and you loved being a River Vixen. Cheerleading had always been up your alley. You had a fiery, sassy attitude, which earned you the nickname that Archie gave you: firecracker. Only Archie ever called you that, and you thought he was beyond sweet for giving it to you.
“Y/N!” the harmonious voice of Cheryl Blossom, the senior captain of the River Vixens, acknowledged you as you stood at your locker. You glanced over at her, seeing the beautiful redhead smiling an authentic smile at you. A lot of people thought that Cheryl Blossom was cold-hearted and malicious, but you had known her since your Freshman year at Riverdale, and you had always gotten along well with her.
“Hey Cheryl,” you greeted, closing your locker and leaning against it with a beam. “What’s up?”
“Don’t forget that we have a mandatory River Vixens practice after school before the game tonight,” Cheryl reminded you as you both began strolling in the direction of the student lounge. “I mean, I didn’t think that you would, but better safe than sorry.” She inserted and you nodded your head.
“Of course, captain,” you laughed, teasing her. “I’ll make sure B and V get there too,” you assured Cheryl before parting ways as you entered the student lounge. Betty, Veronica and Kevin were all sat together on the sofa chairs, chatting amongst themselves as Kevin finished his homework at the last minute. “Good morning Vixens,” you saluted them, taking a seat next to Betty with a grin. “Cheryl just reminded me that we have practice after school before the game tonight, so be there.” You added, and Betty and Veronica both expressed their anticipation for the game that evening.
Two hands covered your eyes, and you heard Betty and Veronica giggling quietly to themselves. “Jughead, I already told you, not at school,” you joked, knowing that it was Archie as you covered his hands with yours and pulled them away from your face. You turned and laughed, seeing Archie smiling at you, dressed in his varsity jacket, as per usual. Jughead stood behind him with a smirk.
“Oh Y/N, you’ve revealed our affair.” He joked, nudging you with his elbow as he passed before taking a seat next to Veronica. “However will I satisfy my need for pep now?” Jughead added – making fun of your status as a cheerleader, and the slogan of your hometown – and you got up to greet Archie with a kiss.
Keith is deaf but he never really let’s it get to him. He stays mute and likes it that way. Team Voltron accepts this.
Lance notices that once Keith’s hearing aids died out, he started to become more withdrawn. He couldn’t hear at all now, and it seemed to be affecting him. He tried to hide it, but Lance knows better, obviously.
“Hey.” He taps him on the shoulder one day when Keith is heading back to his room, barely having touched his food. Keith turns around and blinks at him. Lance gives him a quizzical look,”What’s up?”
Keith shrugs, he looks away. Lance frowns and turns his head back to look his way,”Show me.”
Show me. Because Keith won’t talk. Show me, Lance says.
Keith decides to show him.
Keith grips his wrist lightly and leads him to the command room, opening the hologram stars and stepping back. Lance looks between the stars and Keith. The other boy brings Lance’s hand up to settle near a particular cluster of stars.
“You miss…home?” Lance tries.
Keith screws up his nose and shakes his head, blinking at Lance.
Lance tries again,”You miss…?”
“You miss…the stars?”
Keith nods again, looking out at the expanse of dark skies they resided in.
“That can’t be it, buddy.” Lance furrows his eyebrows,”That can’t be all.”
Keith looks hesitant before he reaches up and taps his own throat.
“What?” Lance follows suit. Keith double taps his throat and then reaches out to touch Lance’s.
“You miss…” Keith nods,”Your voice?” He shakes his head and hesitantly points to Lance’s throat again.
Keith waits a moment, cheeks dusting pink, before nodding.
Lance doesn’t react for a while, but when he does, he’s blushing too and smiling,”I bet I’d like yours.” His hand is covering half his face as he gazes at Keith.
Keith smiles,”Cute.” He murmurs and Lance’s eyes widen but then Keith is still smiling and he turns back to the stars.
Gladio: *sneezes* Noctis: You’re always sneezing, big guy. Prompto: Want to go to a warm place? Gladio: It’s not the cold. It’s my allergy to feathers. Noctis: …? There’s no chocobos nearby. Gladio: No, but there’s Iggy. Prompto: So? Gladio: I mean, all angels have feathers. Ignis: Oh. Prompto: * squealing in background*
Okay…so I (obviously) got this idea from listening to Toothbrush from DNCE. I’ve also decided I want to update every Friday so every time I finish something, I’m just going to queue it up. Enjoy
Also…I know I said no more Luke pieces for awhile, but this literally came to me in class and I wrote it in fifty minutes so….
Luke woke up early from the sunlight pouring in through the window on the other side of the room, body still bare from the night before, the only thing covering him being the stupid little close to nothing sheet resting on his hips. His bright blue eyes fluttered open slightly, heart sinking as he sat up confused as to why the body next to him had disappeared at such an early hour of the day, the clock reading a mere 6:17 in the morning, no longer confused when he heard the toilet flush from the bathroom just down the hall…unless it was Ashton of course since he was the usual prospect that would be up this early in the morning.
He ran a hand through his tousled hair, bringing his palms down over his face rubbing the tiredness from them slightly as he waited for his lover to return to the room.
“You’re up early,” she mumbled seeing him awake as she leaned up against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest as she looked over the tired man’s features, a lazy smile gracing his perfectly pouted lips. She had on his torn Nirvana tee, the fabric falling to the tops of her thighs, and with the way she was leaning against the frame, he could see her favorite pair of navy blue panties from Victoria’s Secret. Her feet were still bare, probably having lost her socks in his sheets through the night, as she always did, even though she refused to take them off before falling asleep. He’d always loved her sense of style, but he always thought she looked best dressed in his shirt with no pants on laying in his bed.
Her hair was still a mess, sticking up slightly in awkward directions, most likely extremely tangled and in desperate need of a pound of his conditioner to comb out the knots before she left. Her eyeliner had run across the side of her face lightly and he was sure there was glitter on his pillows from her eye shadow as well, small love bites gracing the length of her neck, small enough for him to miss if she had her hair styled the right way covering them perfectly. It was a sight he always loved, even if she did look like a hot mess. She was his hot mess.
“Luke, are you listening to me?” she asked smirking slightly knowing he wasn’t. He never was when he was looking at her like that…not that she knew exactly what that look on his face was, but she knew it enough to know he was lost in his train of thought.
“Not at all, sweetheart,” he hummed leaning back against his pillows, arms making their way behind his bed as his muscles shifted slightly, eyes daring her to make her way back to bed with him, and she knew she would. “Close the door love.”
She did as she was told, feet padding softly against the dark, hardwood floors as she climbed into bed right over to him, swinging her leg over his hip so she was straddling him, as placed strategically against his pelvis, knowing damn well if she wanted to at any point in time she could change the entire mood.
“What were you saying?” he asked, hands making their way to her thighs rubbing the soft, bare skin lightly leaving goosebumps behind.
“I said I can’t stay long. I’m working at eleven,” she said running her nails down his chest lightly, up and down, over and over, Luke shivering slightly at the feeling.
“That reminds me..I need to talk to you,” he mumbled, hands slowly making their way to her hips as he ran his thumbs in small circles under the fabric of his shirt along her bare skin.
“What about, rock star?” she asked, brows furrowing together confused, not sure if she should be worried or not. Usually he’d just come out and say it, not making it a big deal unless it was something important.
“Well…I mean…we’ve been doing this for what…five months now…?” he asked stumbling over his words as she giggled slightly.
“Six,” she she said smirking slightly. “Where are you going with this Lu?”
“Well, I was thinking…that maybe you could like…leave some of your stuff here so when you do have to go in the morning you don’t have to leave so early…” he suggested making her heart melt as she smiled softly at him. “Like..maybe that coconut shampoo you have or your toothbrush…”
“And maybe some clothes considering I can’t really work in your tee and panties,” she teased as he blushed more. “You’re too cute, you know.”
“Are you going to answer me or just make fun of me?” he pouted as she leaned in pecking his lips quickly.
We were in our break. I was reading a book because, well, I’m that kind of girl. It’s not like I’m less sociable or more shy because I read. I’m okay with almost everyone.
But Kevin and Betty were talking, Reggie was with the football team laughing, Ronnie was with her new ‘distraction’ and Archie was too distracted to maintain a conversation.
And Jughead, well we were already talking, in our peculiar way. We just needed to look at each other’s eyes. Sometimes, when someone said something stupid, I looked at him, and we both smirked.
Well, like I was saying, I was reading, sitting in the sofa nearest Jug, when I heard something that didn’t like me.
Reggie was laughing about the way Jason had died. I was going to say something, but Jughead caught my eyes and shook a little his head.
I wasn’t going to do anything, until Reggie began to say dangerous things. He was playing detectives.
“I mean, let’s think about it.” Reggie motioned everyone with a cocky smile. “If a kid of Riverdale killed Jason, it’s not gonna be a jock, right?” in that moment, I tensed, a part of me knew where Reggie wanted to bring us. “No, let’s be honest. Isn’t always some spooky, scrawny, pathetic, Internet troll, too busy writing his manifestos to get laid?” I discreetly looked at jughead, who tensed too, crossing his arms. This time, Jughead didn’t want to look at me. “some smug, moody, serial killer, fanboy freak” I looked at Archie, nervous Betty Kevin and Veronica didn’t even bother to look at Jug. If Reggie did something to him, I was going to kill him. “Like… Jughead!” Reggie called him turning around to face him, still laughing. I couldn’t help but clench my fists. “what was it like Suicide Squad… When you shot Jason?” I closed my book fiercely, making Veronica turn to face me.
“you didn’t do stuff to the body, did you?” Reggie asked and I saw jughead reach his limit of patience. “Like… After?” Reggie added and everyone laughed. I thought Jughead was going to punch Reggie. That he was going to storm away and cry like sometimes had done before, being me the only person that he let stay with him in that moment. But he just smiled sarcastically, like I always did.
That was something good. But Jughead didn’t stop there.
“It’s called necrophilia, Reggie.” Jughead correct him calmly. “can you spell it?” everyone looked surprised at Jughead, and then, they turned at Reggie, also surprised. I don’t know if Reggie tried to spell it, but he got angry and jumped over the coach.
“come here you little-!!” Reggie groaned. I saw that coming, so I stood up and put myself in front of Reggie, pulling Jughead behind me.
“don’t touch him.” I hissed holding Jughead’s hands behind my back. “I have endured enough.”
He laughed. I couldn’t blame him for that. The situation was ridiculous. Reggie Mantle was much taller than me, and I was much weaker. However, I was there, ready to hit him if it was necessary. I was sick of his constant bullying to Jughead.
“Oh gosh… You and Donny Darko?” he asked trying to reach Jughead pushing me aside.
“don’t touch her!” I heard Jughead shout, and I had time enough to pull him softly against the wall again. With my hands in his chest, I noticed the increasing speed of his heart.
“woah” Reggie laughed again. “and what happens if I touched her, Suicide Squad?” I noticed both of Jughead’s hands holding my waist against him.
“I’ll hit you” I said turning around. A large hand parted me from Jughead grabbing my arm.
“Hit me.” Reggie laughed. I didn’t think twice. I raised my fist and punched his face with all my forces. Reggie lost the balance and Jughead help me to step back with him before Reggie stood up again.
I knew that Reggie was going to hit me. When he raised his fists, Jughead moved to cover me at the same time Archie stepped in the middle trying to calm down Reggie. I guided Jughead out there and he stopped in his tracks.
“Y/n are you crazy?” he whispered worried, but we both were smiling. “he could’ve hurt you.”
“I know. But I’m tired of him.” suddenly, I noticed that his hands was still holding mines, and I blushed. “Uh… Your heart… Was beating… Very fast.” now he blushed too.
“you were too close.” he murmured looking down at our hands. “and if I hadn’t pulled you that close, Reggie would have done some to you.” I bit softly my lower lip and let my hands travel to his cheeks, attracting him to me.
I kissed him briefly and shyly.
“Thank you Jug” I said smiling and, with a smile, I walked away, letting him in the middle of the hall. With a stupid grinn in his face.
SERIOUSLY JUGHEAD JONES DESERVES THE BEST LIFE. SOMEONE PLEASE TAKE CARE OF HIM😢💚💚 I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS ONE AMORES 💋🐍
“Kinda gathered that Pen. When you started hounding Reid to play strip poker it kinda gave the game away,” you laughed at your best friend, trying to push her into the back of the cab Reid had hailed.
“I don’t know where my keys are… I’s losted em.”
“Yep,” you fastened her seat belt. “That’s why you’re staying in my spare room remember sweetie.”
The cabbie turned around, “If she vomits, there’s a $100 soiling charge.”
You nodded waving a plastic bag at him, you had it covered. You and Spencer climbed in on either side of your wasted colleague. You lived in the same direction so he was gonna help you get her to yours and carry on home in the same cab.
The driver set off, Garcia rambling incoherently before passing out on your shoulder.
“How is it that it’s Morgans fault she’s this pissed, but we get stuck making sure she gets home safely,” you looked over at your friend.
“Because Morgans’s the only one that can handle Rossi when he’s wasted. I think we got the easy end of the deal,” he laughed back at you. “She’s drooling on your shoulder by the way.”
“Yep, I can feel it,” you grimaced.
The taxi pulled up outside your house ten minutes later, you shaking Garcia awake.
“No, no no, sleep,” she mumbled as you fiddled with her seat belt and climbed out of the taxi, tugging her with you. She wouldn’t budge.
“Spence….. I think you’re gonna need to come in with us, I’m not gonna be able to get her up the stairs by myself. I’ll call you another cab later or your can crash on the couch.”
He shrugged, paying the driver and hopping out of the other side.
Between the two of you, you managed to drag Penelope inside and push her up the stairs to your spare room.
“Spencer! You’re soooo pretty Spencer. Our little boy genius,” she kept grabbing at his tie much to his amusement as you unbuckled her heels and pulled down the cover to the bed.
“You just need to loosen up a little…. ” she’d managed to completely unravel his tie now it hanging loose at the sides of his neck. “Y/N you think he’s pretty don’t you. She’s told me….. ”
“Sleep Garcia,” you covered her up, placing a glass of water and some advil on the bedside table. She started snoring before you’d even closed the door, and you led Spencer down your stairs to your kitchen.
He went to call a cab, coming back in a few minutes later. “There’s an hours wait, can I just crash here?” he’d rolled his sleeves back up. They’d come loose in his tussle with Penelope.
“Sure thing. Beer?” you pulled two out of the fridge ready. “I’m not quite ready for sleep yet.”
He took one off you taking a long drink as you leant back against your kitchen counter watching him.
Penelope was right, he really was pretty.
“What?” he clocked you watching him, licking the residue of his beer off his lips.
“Nothing, I was just thinking that I agree with Pen. You are definitely pretty Spence. Pretty hot.” Smooth Y/N, smooth…
His eyebrows shot up in suprise, “What?”
You shrugged, “You’re hot Reid.”
“You think that I’m hot?” Disbelief clouded his voice.
You moved closer to him, taking the beer bottle of his hand and placing it on the counter besides him.
“Yep,” you popped the p. “Especially now, slightly dishevelled, tie hanging loose.”
“Erm, I kinda think you’re pretty too,” he blushed slightly, biting his bottom lip.
It was the lip bite that did it and you reached out grabbing the loose ends of his tie.
“Good, it makes this so much easier,” you tugged hard on the tie ends pulling him towards you, his lips coming down to meet yours.
His mouth crashed onto yours, his hands moving straight to your waist and gripping firmly. You started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt making quick work of opening them.
Tilting your head to the side you flicked your tongue out, dragging it across his lip and feeling them part, his own tongue coming out to meet yours hungrily. Fuck, the boy was a good kisser.
Pressing his body against yours he started walking you backwards until your felt the edge of your kitchen island jabbing into your back. His hands moved to bottom of your top, pushing it up and over your head, your lips breaking contact so you could pull it off.
He stared at you hungrily, taking in the curve of your breasts. Tugging on his tie again you pulled him back down, him hesitating before pressing his lips to yours again, “Are you drunk Y/N?”
“Not in the slightest Spence. We don’t have to do this though if you don’t want to.” Giving him the chance to bow out now.
“No, I do want to. I like you, a lot. I just…. Didn’t want this to be a drunken mistake.”
“I like you too Spencer, have done for a while. Now can you just kiss me again please,” you yanked on the tie now, seeing a grin appear on his face before his lips pressed against yours again, moving faster now.
His hands started roaming up and down your torso, grasping at your skin and making you gasp when his palms skimmed over the cups of your bra. He moved his hands up to your shoulders, pushing down the straps. Your hands found his belt buckle, fumbling with it and then popping open his button and zipper.
Moving his hands to your butt, he crouched slightly picking you up and placing you on your worktop, pushing your skirt up as he went. You locked your legs around his waist pulling him tightly to you, feeling him hard against you.
Reaching his hand between your legs he began massaging over the fabric of your panties, the friction making you cry out. Moving from your mouth he started kissing a wet trail down your neck to your breasts pushing down the cups of your bra as he went. Your hands moved to his hair, tangling in his messy curls as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, you feeling it harden instantly as his tongue flicked out against it.
“Fuck Spencer….. ” You moaned as his hand moved faster between your thighs, pushing your underwear to one side so he could caress you, feeling how wet you were. You didn’t want to wait any longer, you needing him now. You untangled your hands from his hair moving them down to his pants and shoving them open and down, hearing his buckle clink on the floor. Gripping his erection you positioned him at your entrance, sliding as close to the edge of your counter as your dared without risking falling off.
He kissed back up to your mouth, before pushing himself into you, a groan leaving his throat as you tightened around him.
“So….. So good Y/N,” your legs locked around his waist he began thrusting, filling you deeper with each move. You gripped the sides of your counter to stop from coming off as his pace increased, his hand slipping back between you to massage and rub at your clit, the sensitive nub already throbbing.
Kissing and licking his neck you stifled your moans as his fingers increased their rubbing, driving you crazy.
“I’m close Y/N, this is too good,” he rasped out, his other hand digging into the curve of your ass.
“Mmmmm I know, just a bit…… Oh fuck.” You’d been about to say harder when he hit your sweet spot deep inside, making you bite down on his shoulder.
A few more thrusts and you felt yourself going light headed, that familiar heat rushing through you. “Spencer, I’m gonna….. Ah…ah, fuck.”
The contractions from your orgasm sent him over the edge too and a few hard, fast pumps later and he moaned the same, long low “fuuuck” as he came.
You held each other panting, your legs loosening their grip on him.
“Wow,” he whispered into your neck.
“I know,” you chuckled back.
“Guys…. Are you done? Can I get another drink now?” You heard a voice from the other side of your kitchen door, you both pulling apart quickly.
“Shit!” You both exclaimed grabbing at your clothes, Garcia pushing the door open seconds later a dirty smirk on her face.
Today I got pulled over while taking a quick drive to dump a bag full of gay sex parephenelia. The cop that pulled me over was absolutely gorgeous!- and my car apparently needed to be searched… Shit! Just as I thought the most embarrassing day of my life couldn’t get any more awkward, sexy cop approaches me mid-search, holding my bag open for me to see what he’d discovered… He smiled a breathtakingly handsomesmilee and winked at me, ”So which one is your favorite?” He handed my license and my bag back to me-with another cute smile, “Ride safe. K? Nice and slow…” he winked again, “This is your only warning.” He blushed a little too, and turned around without another word and retreated to his car. I just stood there for a moment… completely dumbfounded and speechless… These truly are the moments we live for.