Like on one hand I’m super embarrassed by old art but on the other I’ve gotten better! Which is! The aim! As well as having fun!
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Anon requests: BEANIES AND NEGOTIATIONS KILLED ME OKFG. PART THREE PLEAAAAASE ITS SO
okay please continue writing more for beanies and
negotiations i’m in love
part 3 of beanies and negotiations pleaseee??? i
Can we please get a part three to Beanies and
Negotiations? One where the reader is wearing something else of Juggies and he
just kisses her or something cute?
Could you do a part three to beanies and
negotiations where the reader and Jughead get together finally
BEANIES AND NEGOTIATIONS IS LIKE MY CURRENT FAV
STORY PART THREEE I NEED IT IN MY LIFE
PART 3?? PLEASE
Please do a part 3 the of the negotiations!! (I
cant remember what its called sorry!)
Just discovered Beanies and Negotiations and OH
MY GOD. I need some resolution/closure hahaha But really you’re the best x
we all need a 3th part
Heya, could you do a part 3 to beanies and
negotiations, and Jughead like finally picks up the courage to ask the reader
Could you a third part for “Beanies and
Negotiations”? I love it sooooo much!
widely anticipated part 3 of the Beanies and Negotiations series, in which
Jughead and (Y/N) observe their own relationship and come to a realization
Word count: 1,181
A/N: hmm I wonder
if you guys wanted a part 3? haha I had a lot of fun writing this, I’m so glad
you guys have liked the Beanies and Negotiations series (which I hadn’t even
intended to be a series). Hopefully this
will give you all enough closure. Enjoy!
Jughead liked to consider himself a very clever and
perceptive person. So when all of his
friends were insisting that (Y/N) returned his feelings for her, he didn’t
believe it. After all, he was perceptive
enough to notice that. He noticed Betty’s
feelings for Archie, why couldn’t he see (Y/N)’s feelings? But because of what his friends told him,
Jughead took extra care to pay attention to all of his and (Y/N)’s
interactions. He overanalyzed everything
she said to him (which was a lot, he realized).
He asked himself, Do all friends
talk to each other this much? Later,
he came to the conclusion that no, not everyone talked to each other that much,
but he and (Y/N) were best friends. It
had always been like that. Then he
started to observe her body language. He
noticed that they touched a lot, maybe more than most friends do. She always had her hands brushing up against
his, her chin resting on his shoulder, her thigh right next to his. He wondered if maybe this body language meant
something a bit more flirty than friendly, but then he reminded himself that he
and (Y/N) were always like that, seeing as they were best friends. While he tried to form a conclusion about (Y/N)’s
feelings, Jughead realized that all this overanalyzing was making him fall
harder. He noticed his eyes lingering
longer on her sparkling eyes, her radiant smile, and the lines that formed on
her face when she laughed. How can someone be so beautiful? he thought.
“How do you know she likes me?” Jughead stood on Archie’s
porch at nine in the evening. Archie
sent him a questioning look, stepping outside to talk to his friend.
“What?” he asked. “Jughead,
what are you doing? It’s nine o’clock.”
“I know what time it is,” Jughead rolled his eyes. “But I need to know. I’ve spent the past week analyzing every
interaction I’ve had with (Y/N), but I don’t see it.” He sighed in frustration and rubbed his
face. Archie sent him a knowing smile.
“Jughead, I’ve known since the day you proposed to her,” he
explained, taking a step towards his friend.
Jughead’s head snapped up at the mention of the childhood memory.
“We were six,” he reminded Archie, but Archie shook his
“Doesn’t matter,” he replied. “What matters is she said yes.”
“No she didn’t,” Jughead countered. “She turned me down.”
“She did,” Archie said calmly. “But she also accepted, remember? She promised she’d say yes when you’re both
eighteen. Only three more years, buddy.” Jughead rolled his eyes but smiled, and
Archie laughed. “I promise you, Jughead,
she will say yes. Ask her out.” Without a reply, Jughead nodded, turned on
his heel, and left.
(Y/N) noticed Jughead’s shift in attitude for the past week. Deciding not to comment on it, she figured it
was something he had to take care of on his own. Otherwise, she told herself, he would’ve come
to her. Although she repeated this to
herself over and over again, she couldn’t help but worry for the boy she had
fallen for. On a Tuesday night, she
found herself sitting in a booth that wasn’t her usual booth, and the person
sitting across her was not Jughead.
Instead, it was Betty that occupied the seat.
“So you wanted to talk, (Y/N)?” Betty asked, interrupting (Y/N)
from her thoughts. She perked up and
“Yeah,” she replied, trailing off. “So we’ve been best friends since, like, as
long as I can remember, and I tell you everything.” Betty slowly nodded.
“Before you continue,” she stopped (Y/N), “is this about
Jughead?” (Y/N) bit her lip.
“Yes,” she responded.
“I know you know I like him, and you and Veronica and everyone else
always say that he likes me but…” she paused for a moment, “how?”
“How do I know?” Betty repeated. “Because, (Y/N), he proposed to you!” (Y/N) laughed at the memory. “He lets you wear his clothes and, hell, his beanie!
That boy is as smitten as you are.”
She took a sip of her strawberry milkshake. “Trust me when I say this, (Y/N). Jughead is head over heels for you.”
Two days later, (Y/N) sat in a different booth. Her normal booth. Jughead had yet to arrive, and she was
anxiously twiddling her fingers in anticipation. The bell on the door jingled, causing her to
snap her head to face the entrance. It
was not Jughead who entered, but rather Archie, Veronica, Betty, and
Kevin. They all smiled and waved at her,
occupying a table that was within earshot of (Y/N)’s booth. She groaned at her friends’ eagerness to
eavesdrop. When the bell jingled again, (Y/N)
didn’t look up. Jughead sat down in the
seat across from her, watching as she slowly lifted her head to meet his eyes.
“Hey, Juggie,” she smiled shyly. He smiled back, equally as timid.
“Hey.” The two sat in
silence, both contemplating how to phrase their newly found revelations. How do you tell your best friend that you’re
in love with them?
“How’s your book coming along?” (Y/N) attempted to make
“It’s good,” Jughead answered. “Kinda slow right now since nothing has
happened, but I figure it’s only a matter of time.” They both laughed, and just like that, the
tension in the atmosphere cleared.
“This is weird,” (Y/N)
commented, referring to their seating arrangement.
“It is,” Jughead laughed.
“Come over here.” (Y/N) smiled
and stood up, moving onto the same side of the booth as Jughead. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he
wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
“Something’s different, Juggie,” she whispered. Jughead looked down at her and smiled softly.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Things
“You know, I…” (Y/N) struggled to find the words to explain
how she felt. She swallowed, then looked
up at Jughead and smiled. “I liked
wearing your beanie.” He threw his head
back with laughter.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he rolled his eyes, but his smile
betrayed him, “because I was humiliated.”
“You were not.” (Y/N)
lightly shoved him, and he laughed again before they both fell quiet. They sat there like that for a few minutes,
Jughead’s arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders, her head leaning on his shoulder, his
head on top of hers. Each of them were caught
up in their own whirlwind of thoughts.
“(Y/N),” Jughead interrupted the silence, causing her to
look up at him. His voice caught in his
throat. “I-” he didn’t finished his
sentence, but instead cupped her face and pressed his lips against hers. She sat there in shock for a moment, and then
placed her hand on his chest as she kissed back. A few tables away, Archie, Kevin, Veronica,
and Betty stood up and cheered. Jughead
and (Y/N) pulled apart, laughing as their foreheads rested against each
other. Jughead took his beanie off and
placed it on (Y/N)’s head. She smiled.
“Endgame!” Kevin yelled, pumping his fist up. Everyone laughed.
“(Y/N), I-”Jughead started, but (Y/N) cut him off with a
Summary: Peter and the reader are getting pretty steamy and someone decides it’s the perfect time to interrupt. Talk about cockblock, amiright?
Warnings: language, kissing, fluff, Star Wars, makeout sesh (holla). (Let me know if I missed any).
Word Count: 1,479
A/N: For the amazing @literallyrozie812, thanks for the request! I hope this fic gives you guys all the Peter feels. Also, I apologize if it sucks ass lol. I’m not experienced in this part of writing, so bear with me as I slowly dig my way into it! Let’s hope I did at least a 4/10. Thanks for all the never ending support, guys! As always, feedback and constructive criticism is appreciated.
Being raised as a Stark definitely has its perks, but let’s not forget about the downsides.
For instance, not being able to try out the Iron Man suit because of one accidental mistake of you blowing one up.
Hey, it happens… right?
Or not being able to join the team on missions because it’s “too intense” or “not safe.”
Like, hello? I’m an Avenger? I deserve to participate, Dad.
And don’t even get started on boys.
Oh, lord. If he knew about Peter and you, well, let’s just say Tony’s suit isn’t the only thing that would be blown up.
A/N: Lmaoooo the title is misleading xD but! In the context of the first part of this story, it makes sense lol. So there!
Anyway, here’s the second part of Daddy Devil! There was a lot of positive feedback on the first part, so I figured I’d give writing a second part a shot. Hopefully you all like it!
Consider it a belated Valentine’s Day present~ ;p
Namjoon finds himself standing at the bottom of the regal staircase, face blank and cock grown hard between his legs. The clock on the walls ticks just past 3AM, and the entire house is silent—Hell, for once, seems to have quieted down.
But the thoughts in Namjoon’s brain are loud. The images from his dream continue to play in his head, and he scowls, fingers curling into fists.
Taut, rosy nipples—skin decorated with bruises and hickies. Thighs quivering, lips and chin slick with drool, ass red—but that smirk. That cocky little smirk that only belongs to one girl he’s had the pleasure of attempting to ruin, and that damn smirk belongs to you. A smart little girl in Jungkook’s territory, daring enough to deem him “daddy” and even more bold as to play games in his presence despite the fact that you had been at his complete mercy.
The way you’d reacted and bantered with him had been branded into his mind, and you’d been terrorizing him even though your physical presence in his life was lacking.
And tonight is not the first night you had entered his dreams and made him like this—cock stiff and weeping, his heart thrumming with the need to dominate and make you submit.
Yet…his dependence somewhat scares him, because he doesn’t need you, so instead he turns his frustration elsewhere—stepping forward and throwing open the double doors leading into the Play Room.
Girls are thrown over the couches and chairs, eyes groggily popping open at the sound of someone entering. They’re wearing nothing but collars or piercings, typically not needing clothes when their services are needed by many of Namjoon’s men throughout the day.
Eyes widening, the girls can hardly believe their eyes when they spot that its Namjoon who has interrupted their sleep, and any rude thoughts that had come to mind fly away. They all scramble to their feet, watching as Namjoon looks them over, their mouths already slack as their gaze drops to the tent in his pants.
“Don’t make me ask,” he simply states, voice gruff from sleep, and undresses himself before sitting down in an arm chair. Obedient as always, the girls immediately surround him, hands roaming his tanned skin and their mouths parting to release quiet moans.
Namjoon closes his eyes as they work, eyebrows furrowed as lips caress his neck and chest, a small hand boldly wrapping around his cock. They tug skillfully, a mouth descending to enclose around the head of his length. The wet warmth comforts him, coaxing his orgasm towards the surface, but even so he still feels unsatisfied.
These girls have no voice—no effect on him. They don’t make him cocky—don’t give him a challenge. They’re here to please and nothing more, there’s no feeling behind their actions, no reaction behind what they feel.
When he opens his eyes he sees a girl knelt before him, mouth engulfing his cock, her eyes locked on his, waiting to receive his approval. But that’s all she cares about, making sure the Devil is happy with her work, and that doesn’t get Namjoon off.
It used to, in the drunk hours of the night, but not now.
Now he only sees the girls face and wishes that she could be you—trying your best to please him earnestly, searching for a reward yet also getting off despite the pain. A spicy, yet innocent demon—one that he wants to get his hands on once again.
“Fuck,” he growls, reaching down and shoving the girl off of him.
“Sir?” she asks in surprise, nervousness overtaking her tone. Standing up, Namjoon quickly steps into his pants, cock still hard against his leg, and looks back at the girls. His eyes are dark.
“You all did fine, go back to sleep.”
With that he exits the room and storms up the stairs. When he reaches his private quarters, Namjoon slams the door shut behind him, feet gluing to the floor a few steps inside the room. His eyes lock on the spot where he’d first saw you—hands bound above your head, body bare and utterly perfect.
Hand sneaking beneath the band of his pants, his palm strokes his cock, breath turning shaky as he recalls his memory of that day. Your ass, your lips—the way your pussy had felt around his cock. The way you’d obeyed him yet had made sure to retain your independence with wit, and the thought of your snarky words alone has a growl building in his throat, wrists twisting and his eyes fluttering shut.
He recalls your slicked thighs and quivering muscles as he’d touched you, and his teeth grind, dick aching under his touch. The temptation of your wet, warm walls enclosing him and taking him so wonderfully is what sends him over the edge, a gravelly curse sneaking past his lips as he cums in his own palm, the white substance accidentally painting the inside of his pants as well.
Eyes reopening, Namjoon stares down at himself, eyes burning maroon as confused anger passes through his skull. He doesn’t remember the last time he got off like this—like a blushing virgin boy, jacking off to fantasies in his head. He’s always had people to service him—to do his bidding, to take care of his needs. And the girls eat him up, truly. A chance to pleasure the Devil—what lower level, horny demon would pass the opportunity up?
But now they’re not enough for him, and it’s frustrating to realize that he wants you. God, you of all people—a random demon he hadn’t even known about until two weeks ago. But…fuck, something about you has him yearning for more…
“Fuck,” he growls, running his unsoiled hand through his hair. Namjoon walks forward and steps out of his pants, discarding his shirt on the bathroom floor as he strides into the white-tiled room, hand reaching out to start the shower.
He wants you but he’s not sure if you want to see him again. After all, he’d taken you under his mercy, even if you had enjoyed it (at least judging by the way your body had reacted).
But why should he care about the way you feel? He’s the Devil, he can have what he wants.
So, attempting to push his worries aside, writing it off as an emotion he shouldn’t need to bother with (even though the question of: do you want him like he wants you? remains), Namjoon steps into the steaming shower and decides that the next time you come to his mind he won’t hold back. He’ll come and find you.
Darkness descends upon Hell, the artificial sun fading away. The sky changes shade as the ball in the sky fades from yellow to dimmed white, craters appearing on its surface—a little feature added to mimic the look of Earth’s moon.
Namjoon has always been interested in Earthlings and the way that their world functions, Jungkook muses, nursing the glass of juice the bar tender had passed him. Well—half juice, the other half is vodka, but he hates to drink it straight. He typically despises being teased by his hyungs as the youngest, yet in this instance he’ll resign to his younger age. Sweet drinks are still his favorite.
Taking a swig of the concoction, Jungkook’s eyes shift sideways, head turning as he survey’s the laden bar. Most of the patrons he knows briefly on a name or face basis. It’s his job as the 3rd level guardian to know those he needs to keep tabs on.
However, mixed into the crowd are unfamiliar faces as well—people who are likely from Hoseok or Jimin’s level. It’s rare that anyone from Jin’s or Taehyung’s levels ever comes up for a visit, and typically the high class demons of Namjoon’s domain stay mingled amongst their own rank. And, of course, people from Yoongi’s dusty basement don’t get out much either, or…ever, really.
Sighing, Jungkook turns on his stool and takes another mouthful of his drink. Slyly, his eyes glance to the corner of the room where you and your friends are sitting, chatting away about one thing or another.
A couple days after Namjoon had deposited you back home, you had bumped into Jungkook, slapping your hand against his chest angrily at the way he had treated you before. Jungkook had laughed, taking your hand into his own and bringing it to his lips, apologizing for his actions. “It was too much fun,” he’d said, which had earned him another smack, and then…an invitation for lunch. To talk.
You had wanted to know about Namjoon—what he would do next, if he would come for you again. Jungkook hadn’t been able to supply you with much of an answer. He had no idea how Namjoon would act from here on. To his knowledge, nothing like this had ever happened before. Sure, Namjoon had found plenty of girls over the ages to take into his bed for one night only, but…this was different. That’s what Jungkook sensed from the situation. And his suspicions had only been confirmed when you had—
“Oh, and do you know what this is??” you had asked him, looking around with slightly flushed cheeks before you’d lifted up your shirt, revealing the small, shattered black circle on your ribs.
In speed unmatched Jungkook had immediately reached over, tugging your shirt back in place, his face so close to yours that you had seen the shock in his eyes.
“That’s the Devil’s mark,” he had said, sounding baffled, his voice quiet as he had fallen back into his seat. “I mean…it’s the guardians mark—we each have one—”
Pushing a bit of energy into his palm, Jungkook made his own circular black mark appear.
“What…is it?” you had asked, and Jungkook had bit his lips, brows furrowing.
“It basically…is claim? Well–,” he quickly made to amend his phrasing. “The guardians use these circles as a way to keep track of the people we especially…want to keep an eye on. The mark allows us to sense any extreme emotions—pain, sadness, happiness…ecstasy…”
Your eyes had widened, arms crossing over your chest, and Jungkook had stared back at you, unsure what to say.
↳ Alternative Option: Katsuki Yuuri’s autobiographical story - His journey through the show (Ft. Victor+victuuri moments ofc ;-))
I made a mv about Yuuri’s journey about his career as a pro figure skater starting from his childhood until the GPF using his FS theme song Yuri on ICE. I tried to sync all the scenes that fit to the parts of the music according to my own interpretation. I’m still an amateur so hopefully you all like and enjoy my video. :)
(PSA: For better quality pls watch it on PC if there’s no HQ on your mobiles.)
I’m trying out the 30 Days of Writing Challenge! :D
A/N: I saw this challenge on @paintedbuttonarchive’s page and I decided to give it a go. We’ll see how this turns out :) (P.S., I don’t think any of these are going to be very long, probably really short, but hopefully you still enjoy them <3)
Pair: Peter Parker x Reader
Word Count: 413
“Wow,” you whispered, staring at the boy in front of you.
You gently ran your fingers along his chest, tracing the design and pattern with your fingertips. You traced the outline of the spider displayed on the center of his chest making him shutter under your touch.
“You like?” he asked placing his hands loosely on your waist.
You nodded, still speechless about the boy standing in front of you. You ran your hands back up his chest and loosely wrapped them around his neck.
“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” you asked, still in awe that your boyfriend was actually the famous Spiderman.
“I didn’t want you to get hurt,” he replied, resting his forehead against yours.
“Don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself, you know it,” you said with a smile.
“I know,” he replied with a smile.
A comfortable silence fell between the both of you, you still admiring his suit.
“Imagine if my father knew who you were, man, he would kill you in an instant,” you said quietly, knowing how much your father hated Spiderman and his recklessness.
“I know, but I am counting on you to not say anything to anyone. I haven’t even told May and you know what would happen if she knew.”
You nodded slowly at his response indicating that you will never speak of this to anyone. Suddenly, Peter’s phone began to chime making him groan and hide his head in the nape of your neck. You laughed quietly before he let you out of his embrace and checked his phone.
“There’s a Robbery down on main street,” he said quickly before grabbing his mask.
“Be careful okay?,” you said, following him to your open window.
“Aren’t I always?” he asked with a smirk.
You laughed as you watched him climb out of your room and into the cold New York air. You heard the sirens from the distance causing Peter to quickly put on his mask.
“Wait,” you said quickly grabbing his arm and turning him around to face you.
You gently lifted off the mask just enough for the bottom half of his face to show before gently placing your lips on his. After a few seconds, you broke the kiss before saying, “Stay safe Spidey.”
You saw him smirk before placing the mask back on, covering his face completely. You watched as your crime fighting boyfriend fired a web and flew through the streets below you towards the sounds of sirens in the distance.
Please imagine long after the war, Shepard and Garrus pick up dancing as a hobby. Since their little tango on the citadel, they’ve longed to experience it again - the way their bodies moved together, how it expressed emotions better than words could, how it felt like it was just them.
For someone who could never really dance by herself, Shepard’s a quick learner when it comes to dancing with the one she loves and trusts above any other.
They enjoy it so much they decide to enter a dancing competition. Something different, but rewarding. And at every show, no matter what style the dance is or even if they stuff up, they captivate the audience. There’s just something about the two of them dancing together, something so intimate, so real, so… right.
They don’t care if they win. They try, sure, but at the end of the day, they just enjoy the experience as a couple. They couldn’t ask for more.