i have to stop being ic

Can I tell you a secret? You don’t have to be in a relationship. 
I mean it. I know they force it down your throat until you choke on it. Girls aren’t pretty unless they’re wanted. Boys aren’t men unless they’re having sex with someone. People aren’t lovable until they’re dating someone. 
But a relationship won’t always make you happy, and as wonderful as romance is, it isn’t the only love that exists. I have seen friendships that are deeper and more pure than couples who swear it’s forever - and yet the friendship is the one people ignore. 
I have heard so often “nobody loves me” out of the mouths of people who are single. And it kills me because if you ask them: where are your parents, your teachers, your classmates, your pets - they say, yes, okay, but it doesn’t count. Of course it counts, love doesn’t diminish just because someone doesn’t want to have sex with you. In fact, doesn’t it sort of make that love more real that they want nothing - not even a date - out of you?
It is pretty to be in love. It’s magical, I’m sure. But it’s also wonderful to stop for ice cream in your prom dress with six other girls. It’s also wonderful to go visit the world with nothing but a bunch of buddies who are really excited about learning. 
The problem is: we’ve made everything about “the one”. But maybe “the one” is just you, loving yourself, having fun, and being happy. Maybe instead of looking for our other halves, we should be piecing ourselves together.
Maybe I wasn’t born unfinished. Maybe I am the one who makes myself better.
—  Single serving size // r.i.d


  • ❝ What the hell happened? ❞
  • ❝ I set the car on fire. ❞
  • ❝ You’re gorgeous. ❞
  • ❝ It’s their blood. ❞
  • ❝ Where are your guns? ❞
  • ❝ You’re better than me. ❞
  • ❝ Put your hands up! ❞
  • ❝ You’re fucked from birth. ❞
  • ❝ Are you pissed at me, baby? ❞
  • ❝ Why would I be pissed at you? ❞
  • ❝ Of course we’re friends.❞ 
  • ❝ Come with me. Please. ❞
  • ❝ I wanna jump inside your pants. ❞
  • ❝ Are you looking at something? ❞ 
  • ❝ Why did you kill all of those people? ❞
  • ❝ What’s with your sour fucking puss? ❞
  • ❝ Are we gonna have a peyote party? ❞
  • ❝ Friends don’t make their friends die. ❞
  • ❝ Are you nervous because we’re killing a chick? ❞
  • ❝ I’m going to be over to kill you on Tuesday. ❞
  • ❝ Maybe the world just doesn’t understand you. ❞
  • ❝ Poodles always look like they’ve been crying. ❞
  • ❝ We all gotta dream, don’t we? ❞
  • ❝ Have some pride in yourself. ❞
  • ❝ Fuck the cops! Fuck them! ❞ 
  • ❝ You ever shoot a guy in his eyeball? ❞
  • ❝ Sorry if I haven’t been a very good friend to you. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t ever say I never do anything for you. ❞
  • ❝ Seriously, just fuck off! I’m not in the fucking mood! ❞
  • ❝ I stabbed a guy in the ear once. Ice pick, right in his fucking ear. ❞
  • ❝ You think I’m not serious just because I carry a rabbit? ❞
  • ❝ Are you out of your alcoholic fucking mind? ❞
  • ❝ You’ve eaten too many hallucinogenic cactuses tonight, [ name. ]❞
  • ❝ I don’t have a drinking problem. I just like drinking. ❞ 
  • ❝ Sorry for hitting you in the face so hard. ❞
  • ❝ Sometimes I think God’s gone crazy. ❞
  • ❝ No shoot-outs, no pay-outs. Just human beings talking. ❞
  • ❝ You might want to stop drinking if this is how you’re gonna behave. ❞
  • ❝ It’s impossible for someone’s head to actually explode, isn’t it?  ❞
  • ❝ When are you gonna get a job that’s not just stealing from people? ❞
  • ❝ This guy just telephoned a psycho-killer to come psycho-kill us! ❞
  • ❝ God loves us. I know it. He’s just got a funny way of showing it sometimes. ❞
  • ❝ I didn’t mean to break his nose. His nose was just in the middle of where I was punching. ❞

okay but i was just thinking

imagine being one of the older people who were around to witness the heyday of the Former Extra Duo™ aka victor nikiforov and christophe giacometti. you probably still have a clear imprint of you palm on the side of your face from facepalming so much. imagine that beautiful feeling of relief because okay, while vitya will never stop being Extra™, he’s obviously settling down with the love of his life (who seems like a pretty calm person thank god) and chris… well, he’s still doing his mature eros butt thing but let’s be real you’re pretty much used to it by now and he’ll most likely retire in a few years.

so things are looking pretty nice and peaceful compared to what they were some years back! right?

now imagine hearing the first notes of welcome to the madness and feeling that familiar dread creeping back in. oh dear god no. not again. there’s heavy metal! sunglasses flying into the audience! is that the 15yo gold medalist stripping on the ice?! gloves are being ripped of! with teeth! and what’s up with the finger guns??

you fit your palm into it’s familiar position on you face and sigh.

looks like there’s a New Extra Duo™ in town.

Yuri on Ice from Yakov’s perspective



Victor! Mila! Stop encouraging them! AND STOP TAKING PICTURES

Victor you’re not even drunk! STOP DANCING WITH THE SLOPPY DRUNK

Why is there a stripper pole in here? Why is this allowed to get out of hand? WHERE THE HELL ARE CHRIS AND THIS DRUNK’S COACHES?!?


- *sends Celestino a strongly worded email about keeping an eye on his pupils in the future the next morning*

Episode One

- Victor stop. Stop pining. You aren’t in love. No I don’t believe in love at first sight and I certainly don’t believe in love at first drunken humping. You’re right I’m not taking this seriously. He hasn’t contacted you because he was DRUNK OUT OF HIS MIND! Did you see how much booze he downed? It’s a wonder he didn’t die of alcohol poisoning. Just stfu and skate.

- Victor no. It’s not a message. Victor no! Don’t give up your career for an ill-advised booty call! UGH if I can’t stop you just make sure our Yuri doesn’t find out where you went.

Episode Two


Episode Three

- OMFG did you really give him a program about the night he got sloppy drunk and you turned into even a bigger moron? You’re going to put me into an early grave.

Episode Four


- Wait, why the hell do I have to go live with my ex-wife and the angsty teen? I don’t want to have to listen to a list of my failures or a catalogue of all the ways Drunk Yuri is the worst especially as it tends to devolve into ‘stupid pig, how dare he be so good looking’.

Episode Five

- Victor stop trying to pretend this isn’t an elaborate booty call. This is not how coaching works.

Episode Six

- I have the living legend who gave it all up to be a pretend coach in order to get with a sloppy drunk, a sadist of a female skater who stirs up trouble on purpose, an angsty teen who can’t tell the difference between having a crush and hating someone and an emo skater who is far too old to be as emo as he is. Kill me now.

Episode Seven

- Maybe I was giving Victor a disservice. His student is actually doing quite well and maybe they are taking it seriously and HOLY FUCK NEVERMIND JUST KISS YOUR STUDENT IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD VICTOR YOU ASSHAT

Episode Eight

- Yuri has calmed down and I’m just going to ignore Victor. Yep that’ll work OMFG did you HAVE TO KISS HIS FUCKING SKATE?!? THIS IS WHY YOU WEREN’T ALLOWED TO TAKE HIM BACK TO THE HOTEL ROOM! YOU HAVE NO CHILL!

You want me to what? Be his coach? Well…only because I like Maccachin.

Episode Nine

- You’re alright actually, I hereby allow you the name Japanese Yuri instead of Drunk Yuri. You may be the only sane person I know surprisingly. I still am going to tell you off for fucking up though.

- ….I take it all back. WTF was up with all the hugging.

Episode Ten

- …They got engaged. Victor really is going to marry him….I’m not even surprised at this point. Fine. Keep him Japanese Yuri. He’s a pain in the ass anyway.

Episode Eleven


Episode Twelve

- WTF? You’re coming back now? Idek what’s going on anymore.

- Well done Yuri! I’m so proud of you for winning gold!

- …They are doing a super romantic pairs skate because of course they are.

- Okay so Victor is coming back to Russia to train cool….wait what do you mean you’re still going to coach Japanese Yuri? WTF? HOW WOULD THAT EVEN WORK? WTF NO.

Post Episode Twelve






Pray for Yakov

worst behavior || nursey + jack


He doesn’t answer him, typing away at his keyboard in a way that’s visibly agitated, or at least irritable. What are normally soft, smooth clicks against the mac’s surface are now harsh, broken-sounding; each near-slam of his slim fingers makes a sharp clack in the quiet of the haus’ living room.

“Nursey,” Jack says again.

The continued silence makes it clear that he’s being ignored. Inwardly, he sighs.

“Twenty-eight, your captain is talking to you. Answer, now.”

At this, the typing stops. Nurse looks up at him, slowly, and his face is so uncomfortably nondescript and blank that Jack cringes a little inside of himself.

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Much as I totally love Victor having absolutely 0 (zero) chill about how much he loves Yuuri, I need to see more of Yuuri being the same way about Victor. Like Yuuri texts Phichit one day and is like ‘hey, I know we were going to meet for lunch today but can we reschedule? Victor’s taken up knitting and he just surprised me with the cutest matching sweaters for the two of us and Makkachin and I can’t stop crying.’

When They Realised They Loved You (Avengers Preferences)

am back woooo


Request; none, but if you have any preferences requests (ideally something positive or cheery bc it’s christmas my hoes)

Warnings;  none ur good

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Steve realised he loved you when he wasn’t afraid around you anymore. He lived in a world where anyone at any time could be out to get him, or even kill him, but when he was by your side, it seemed like you were the only person in the world that could make him stop being on edge all the time and actually take a breath for the first time since he got out the ice.

(a/n I was gonna say defrosted but he’s not a chicken fillet so it sounded odd)

Tony Stark/Ironman

Tony realised he loved you when you didn’t stop him doing stupid shit and actually started joining in. Bungee jumping off the Empire State? No problem. Throwing paint balls at a giant green rage monster? Excellent. He needed a literal partner in crime, and the fact you guys were an item made it all the better.

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Bucky realised he loved you when he saw a definitive future with you. Everything in his life was uncertain and a bit messy, but you promised you would never leave and for once, he believed the words.

Sam Wilson/Falcon

It took Sam ages before he even began to think about it. After coming home from the war, helping Captain America and getting tied up with stuff he sometimes struggled to believe, going on a date seemed to become simply a distant thought. But when you, his new co worker and eventual best friend, started trying to set him up, he began thinking about what he wanted in a partner. And you popped into his head.

Thor Odinson

Thor wasn’t used to being treated like a non-royal - No one was rude to him or ever told him what to do. That was until he met you, and you weren’t afraid to tell him when he was being a stupid oaf. One day when you were snappy with him for something, he realised he loved you. Why? You treated him like a human, not a God or anyone higher, and it was just what he needed.

Bruce Banner

Bruce felt everyone was cautious around him. Even Tony, his best friend and self proclaimed science bro, seemed mildly on edge around him. He realised he loved you when you trusted him and treated him like an actual human and not an unpredictable grenade.

Clint Barton 

Clint realised he loved you when he would take time out his job for you. He was metaphorically married to his job and it had become his life in every sense of the word. So when he didn’t hesitate to take a day off to spend time with you, he realised you must be pretty damn important to him to.

Natasha Romanoff

Natasha was a complicated person - She had only ever opened up to Clint. When you met, the first she said was that she only trusted people she loved, and that she never loved anyone, therefore never trusting anyone. So one day a while later when she realised she trusted you, it clicked in her mind.

Wanda Maximoff

Wanda knew she loved you when you told her you weren’t scared of her mutation. She was capable of brilliant and destructive things and you were never weary around her. She knew she had found someone special when she didn’t feel different or alienated anymore.

Pietro Maximoff

Pietro knew he loved you when he was willing to slow down for you. He’d been on a high ever since he got his powers and refused to slow done for anything or anyone, but when he slowed down and stopped running like a mad man just to spend a few moments with you, he realised how important you truly were.


This guy is often played as some sort of bad guy for not helping Yuri more but let’s examine him.

-He told Yuri to get off social media

-He told Yuri repeatedly to have more confidence in himself

- He really tried to cheer him up

- he was so happy that Yuri thrived and did well at the China cup

- he was happy JJ was doing well despite his set back at the final

Celestino may not have been the right coach for Yuri (or JJ for that matter) but he genuinely cared about his former student and was happy for his success even if it was under another coach.

In fact i would say his “stop playing at being coach” at Victor was because he did remember the banquet and was thought Victor would do more harm then good. And again he was happy to hear that Yuri had his drive and ambition back.

This is not a bad man or a bad coach. He just wasn’t the right coach for Yuri.

My brother’s best friend || 3 D.H.

A/N: HERE’S THE THIRD PART! i’m glad my brother is not that overprotective tbh haha. 

Word Count: 1.4K

POV: Reader


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The door was pushed open. The sudden light hurt my eyes. After they had adjusted to the stinging brightness I could clearly see my brother’s angry expression.

“What the hell are you doing?” He shouted wide eyed, staring at the both of us.

It was more than obvious what Dan was here for. He still had one arm slung around my waist and we were awfully close.

I blushed in embarrassment and just wanted to hide behind Dan’s tall figure, but we had to talk this out. I guess I should’ve talked to Phil about this early but I never thought that there was a chance that Dan felt the same way. Now it was too late and my brother had to find out that his little sister and his best friends had feelings for each other the hard way.

“Phil, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you about my crush on Dan.” I apologized, but Phil ignored me.

His eyes had gone cold and he was glaring at Dan. Full on death glare.

“Mate, we didn’t know this was gonna happen-“ Dan started before he got cut off by Phil.

“Get your hands off my sister.” He hissed. I never thought that Phil Lester, the angle on earth, could be that threatening.

“Woah, hey Phil calm-“

“I said get away from her.” Phil growled, causing, me to unwillingly take a few steps away from Dan.

I swallowed hard, I had never imagined Phil to be that mad.

“What makes you think that you can just fool around with my little sister!” he shouted, completely forgetting that I was in the room.

“I asked you to pick her up from school, not to sneak in her room at night!”

The two boys were now dangerously close. Phil was intimidating like I had never seen him before.

“Could you please calm down. We are just two people who like each other okay?” Dan didn’t take a step back although his best friend was nearly pushing him.

At the mention of “we” Phil seemed to realise that I existed too.

“So you like him.” He questioned me unbelievingly and the look on his face made me wish to be able to deny his statement.

Instead I simply nodded and took a step towards Dan again. The tall brown haired boy was about to take my hand in his, but he stopped in the middle of his tracks as my brother cleared his throat as a warning.

“When were you gonna tell me that you are fucking around with my little sister, Howell?”

Phil would normally make sure not to use explicit language, but he really didn’t seem to care anymore.

“I wasn’t fucking around with her, mate!” Dan complained, getting mad as well. Their chests were by now nearly touching and I was scared that one of them would eventually hurt the other.

Both of their eyes were formed into slits as the air was full of tension.

“No? Well then what were you doing? In the middle of the night in my sister’s room?” Phil acted like he was thinking hard, provoking Dan even more.

“Look, we just found out we like each other today. It’s not like we have been hiding this from you for months.” Dan explained in an attempt to calm Phil down.

I was really thankful for the fact that Dan always keeps a clear head no matter how heated the situation may be.

“I don’t care, okay? She is still my little sister.” Phil shouted as his angriness reached another peak.

“Yes, but she is also old enough to date whoever she wants to date!” Dan retorted, wrapping his left arm around my waist. This time not even Phil’s death glare could stop him.

I blushed when Dan mentioned the dating part. He actually wanted to date me. He wanted to be my boyfriend. If the situation hadn’t been that awful I would’ve jumped around with glee.

“She can date, but not you.” Phil hissed with so much finality in his voice that it was scary.

My eyes widened in shock. As I grasped the meaning of his words. He was forbidding our relationship in all honesty.

“That’s not fair!” I shouted outraged.

Dan was right, I was old enough to make my own decisions.

“You are right. Well sometimes the world just isn’t fair, okay? Dan needs to keep his dirty hands of you!”

“He is your best friend. You’d give up your left leg for him, but as soon as he shows any interest in me you suddenly act like he is your archenemy.” I retorted. Phil wasn’t making any sense. He just couldn’t deal with the fact that I had my own life.

“I said no, Y/N. “

“Phil, you can’t stop us from being together. I really like her, I don’t see what’s problem with that.”

Dan was desperate by now. We had never thought that it would be that difficult.

“My problem is that you two dating is not a good idea. You are older than her, you are way more experienced than her, I know your history with girls as well as your intentions and she is my little sister after all! She’s a taboo for you. Got it?” Phil growled his words were final and we knew that nothing we could say could change his mind. Not now. He needed time.

Dan opened his mouth to say something, not giving up that easily but I stopped him by squeezing his hand that I was still holding.

“Thank you for trying, Dan. I don’t think fighting more now would change something. Let’s talk tomorrow.” I whispered, deeply looking into his chocolate brown eyes.

Dan’s eyes softened as he nodded.

“I should leave, shouldn’t I?” he asked.

Before I could answer Phil had already shouted “Yes!”

10 minutes later Dan’s car left our drive way. It was around midnight and I wished he could stay, but I don’t think this house could bare that much tension. I watched him make his way down the road from the kitchen window until his car took a scarp left turn and wasn’t to be seen anymore.

I felt exhausted like I had just worked out for ten straight hours. I was worn out. After the high I felt because of being with Dan I felt dull now.

I let myself fall on my bed face first and couldn’t stop the tears from coming anymore. The hot salty water ran down my cheeks. Dan had feelings for me. He wanted to be my boyfriend but Phil ruined it all. Why was my brother suddenly so overprotective? There was no reason to act like that!

I decided to finally call one of my best friends. She was good at giving advice and she had already helped me with a lot of relationship questions. She was also the only one I had talked about Dan with, she knew I had a major crush on him.

She picked up after it ran a few times, sounding tired. I had probably woken her up and immediately regretted my decision to call her because I felt so bad.

“What’s up?” I heard her say but I couldn’t answer instead I sobbed into the speaker of my phone.

“Y/N, are you okay?” she sounded far more awake now.

I wished she could see me nod so I wouldn’t have to speak. Eventually, I stuttered a few words and she seemed to understand.

“I’ll be at your house in ten minutes.”

Just like she promised her car stopped in the drive way ten minutes later to get me. Since my room was on the ground floor I only had to climb out my window, no heights or jumping involved. I needed to have a long talk and comforting words as well as ice cream right now.

When she started driving to her house I was glad to distance myself from my brother who I normally loved to bits….

“Dan, where is she?!”

Phil shouted into his phone at 1 am. He couldn’t find a way to sleep after being so harsh and rude to his sister and his best friend. He just wanted to apologize, but when he walked into her room it was completely empty.


“Y/N, obviously.” Phil snarled, getting nervous.

“Have you checked her bed?”

“She is not home.”

“Well, she is not at my place either!” Dan couldn’t keep his voice down.


happy birthday, even, isak x even.

they’re huddled together at the table, what’s left of even’s birthday cake sitting abandoned in front of them. he prods at it with a fork, making swirls in the baby blue icing - vilde had made it in the shape of a star and piped shine bright across the top. he’d loved it. 

“did you have fun?” isak asks, throwing an arm around even’s shoulder and pulling him in so close. even smiles, closing his eyes against the feeling of isak’s mouth at his temple, the warmth of his touch at even’s neck. 

“I did.”

”you don’t have to say that.”

“I’m not.” he never is. he never just says anything to isak any more. he stopped pretending long ago. he stopped being a lot of things he wasn’t.

“it’s not that late, we can still go out if you want to.”



even drops the fork, turning to grab at isak instead. it had been a good birthday - one of the best - and he was happy to be able to sit and think on it. to remember all of his blessings. “sonja messaged me today,” he hears himself say, relieved when isak just smiles.

“that’s nice.”

“every year, for my birthday, she used to make me write down what I wanted on a piece of paper. like a wish.” even curls up into his chair a little more, playing at the collar of isak’s shirt. “then we’d turn it into a little boat, take it down to the water and watch it float away.’

“really? cool. what did you wish for? or can’t you tell me? in case it doesn’t come true?”

“well some of them did. I got a new guitar, and one of my drawings got published in a magazine - ”


“and I met someone who changed me.”

“you mean me?” isak says, exaggerated, putting a hand to his chest. even can’t help the laughter that bubbles up, quick and sharp, from his belly. “you met me?”

“yes. you. man of my life.”

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can you imagine kara wanting to do a games night with maggie and lena

It’s movie night at Kara’s. Its not always just the Danvers sisters anymore. More times than not Maggie and Lena are invited to join them in junk food commas and cheesy films. Maggie, being around for movie night longer then Lena has been slowly infiltrating the junk food choices, starting with vegan ice cream. Which mainly just resulted in Kara buying ice cream for her and Alex and adding a special pint for Maggie in the freezer. She was determined though, already roping Lena into the little escapade. The two of them taking turns bringing some healthier version of a snack. Being sure not to over do it in case the sisters caught on. 

“I think we should have a games night!” Alex raised an eyebrow looking down at Kara from her spot on the couch with Maggie. Kara never interrupted the movie, she must not have been able to stop thinking about it. 

“We haven’t had one in awhile.” Kara sat on the floor in front of the chair, her head leaned back against Lena’s legs curled up behind her. 

“Games night?” Lena’s voice came out low and relaxed, having almost fallen asleep while running her fingers through Kara’s hair. 

Alex shifted next to Maggie, “Yeah. Kara used to host a games night every few weeks and everyone would come over for pizza, potstickers, and beer and we play charades or pictionary usually.” 

“That sounds fun!” Grinning Maggie gave Alex a little shove. “I can get back at you for all the times you kick my ass at pool.” 

“In your dreams.” 

“You’ve never seen me play pictionary.” Maggie looked back Kara, “Alex and I are in.”


“Games night sounds fun babe.” Kara could tell Lena still seemed a little hesitant pushing herself up in the chair as she said it, but she was way too excited. She knew Lena wouldn’t agree if she really didn’t want too. 

“Yes!” Kara suddenly jumped up looking for her phone. “I’ll text James and Winn! Do you think Mon-El will want to come?” Kara picked up a blanket shaken it out with no luck. “Where did I put it?” Spinning Kara made her way over to the pizza boxes finally spotting her phone on the counter. “What about J’onn?” 

“Invite everyone Kara, they can say no.” Alex took a swig of beer. “And we can figure out teams and stuff later.”

“Right.” Kara started tapping rapidly in her phone. “Let’s do Saturday?” She asked no one in particular. “I’ll make sure I order pizza…” Kara opened the fridge checking inside, “…and pick up more beer.” 


“Yeah?” Kara looked up from her phone at Lena just as she started to stand up and walk over to her. She just noticed that someone had paused the movie. 

“How about Maggie and I bring some groceries over and we will make something?”  

Alex shifted away from Maggie on the couch, trying desperately to get Kara’s attention waving a hand under her throat. Her eyes bulging as Kara looked rapidly from Maggie to an approaching Lena and back to Maggie missing Alex’s silent cue.

“Are you sure?” Alex flopped backwards with a dramatic sigh, earning a jab to the ribs as Maggie nodded. Alex didn’t know if Kara noticed the change in snacks lately, she doubted it. But now they were going to be stuck eating kale salad and god knows what else on games night. 

“Of course.” Lena caught Kara’s hand in hers, gently tugging the phone from her grip and placing it back on the counter. She pulled Kara towards her. “I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want too.” Lena loved pizza as much as the next person but there was only so much she could eat in a week. 

“Ok!” Kara smiled brightly at Lena as she let herself be pulled back into the living room. Her eyebrows cringing in confusion when she saw Maggie grinning and Alex shaking her head. 


Alex opened her mouth-”Nothing little Danvers. Lena and I have it covered.” Maggie grinned wider as she pulled Alex’s arm back over her shoulders earning herself a glare as Alex pointed a finger at her, moving it back and forth between the two women. “Make whatever you want, but I’m not eating any kale.”

Done [Damian Wayne x Reader]

Requested by anon: “For the angst prompts can you do 18 and 2 with Damian“

Prompt 2: “I don’t need you. I don’t need any of you.”
Prompt 18: “I don’t love you. I never have.”

A/n: Here is another angst request! Hope you guys like it.
And like always Damian is like 16, he’s older.


It had been a long night for everyone. Patrol had not gone as smoothly as it usually does, it felt like every criminal in Gotham decided to make any appearance. From small time mugger to super villain. When the batfam came home, you, Babs, and Alfred were there to greet them. Everyone was pretty beat up and Bruce was not happy with how Damian had been acting while out there.

The three of you had seen and heard Bruce’s scolding over the coms. Along with seeing Damian’s recklessness and disregard on security cams. Currently Damian was giving his father the silent treatment. You’d glance over at him as you helped patch up Tim, who had a large gash on his shoulder. While Alfred was sewing up a bullet graze on Steph’s leg.

Tying off the stitches, you grabbed the gauze and placed it over the stitches. “There that should do.” Saying while tearing a piece of medical tape and taping the gaze down. “Thanks [F/n]” Tim thanked you before climbing off the table and pulling on a shirt.

You looked around at the members of the batfamily. Dick was stitching himself up because he had a small gash on his forearm. Jason was holding an icepack to his eye, bandages wrapped around his torso from where you had stitched up two bullet wounds earlier. Steph was still getting stitched up by Alfred. Bruce sat at the batcomputer looking around at his kids, same as you. Cass only had sustained a few bumps and bruises. Finally your eyes landed on Damain.

He sat with his arms crossed, holding an ice pack to his broken nose. You knew first hand how stubborn he is, being your boyfriend and all. Alfred finished up stitching up Steph and that’s when Bruce decided to address what happened.

He stood from his seat, “Okay, shall we reflect on what happened out there tonight?” Bruce asked while looking around the room. You glanced at him but continued to put away the medical supplies. The room stayed silent, “Alright, Barbara pull up security footage please.” Asking as he sent a glare at Damian.

Barbara followed directions and pulled up footage from a robbery Bruce and Damian had dropped in to stop. Damian didn’t follow a single one of Bruce’s orders and it almost resulted in the security guard in the bank getting injured by one of the gun wielding men. Though Bruce saved the man before anything could happen. When the video ended everyone looked to Damian, “Well Damian? Care to explain what happened?” Bruce crossed his arms.

“What happened was you got in my way!” He countered, hands clenched into fists. Everyone’s jaws about dropped. “Excuse me young man?”

“God I’m not a kid anymore father! I could’ve handled that.” He yelled, making everyone turn to Bruce. Though Dick was the one to speak up, “Damian, you’re acting like you’re still 11. Stop!” He scolded, usually if anyone could get through to him, it was Dick.

Damian’s glare only turned to him. “Tt, you’re one to talk Grayson.”

“Damian!” You yelled at him, “For christ sake, just sit down and listen to them.” Saying while slamming a drawer closed. You love Damian but when he acts like a child it makes you angry, especially when he disrespects his family. He turned to you before crossing his arms again.

“As I was saying, you can’t just go in like a bat out of hell. Do you realize how close that man came to death, because YOU were reckless.” Bruce continued. “Going in guns blazing never stopped Todd.” He defended as Jason just shook is head at the younger Wayne. “That’s my fighting style and I know how to use it. There’s a strategy behind it, it’s not being reckless. Plus I know when to use it and when not to.” Jason crossed his arms, having set the ice pack aside. Of which you walked over and placed it back in his hand, sending him a look that told him to keep icing that eye.

Damian scoffed, not just at what Jason said but the way you both interacted. You’d become an important person to the family and had grown close to all of them.

“I am capable of taking care of things myself. You keep babying me.” Damian claimed, still growing more angry. “It’s not babying, it’s being an adult and knowing when and how to act. You’re still too impulsive Damian.” Bruce’s tone was deep and intimidating, but Damian didn’t even flinch.

Damian growled, “I am more than mature enough! I don’t need you. I don’t need any of you.” Looking around at all of the members of his family. “Damian” You said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. Trying to get him to calm down.

Though he turned and hit your hand away. “And you! I guess it’s a good thing that you’re so close with Todd and Drake because I don’t love you. I never have.” His eyes were full of anger and jealousy as he stared at you. “What?” you whimpered. “You heard me!”

“Damian!” Dick yelled at him. Though the next sound heard was the contact of skin as your hand connected with his cheek. “How dare you! I’ve done nothing but supported you and helped your family and you say something like I’m flirting with your brothers! They’re right you are a child and I can’t take it anymore. Fuck you Damian, I’m finished with your immature and childlike behavior. I guess it works out that you claim not to love me because I never want to see you again.” Yelling, as tears stung your eyes, before turning your back on him and storming out of the cave.

“[F/n] wait!” Steph yelled, getting up to follow you with a limp. Cass and Babs joining her to stop you. Leaving Damian there with his brothers, father, and Alfred. “You really are an idiot” Jason said as Damian turned to him. “Jason” Bruce scolded.

“No, it’s about time someone tell him like it is. He crossed a line there. [F/n] was the best thing to ever happen to you and you just fucked it all up. Accusing us of flirting, [F/n] loved you dammit. Honestly.” Jason scolded, hating having seen you hurt. They all considered you a sister at this point.

“Jason’s right. Damian you were out of line.” Dick spoke next, staring at his little brother. Gaze less scrutinizing than Jason’s but it still wasn’t comforting. “[F/n] did nothing but care for you and put up with everything you’ve done. You need to apologize before you lose her for good.” Tim added, before exchanging a glance with Dick and Jason. They all stood up completely and headed out of the cave to see if you were still there.

Damian only looked at Bruce and Alfred who gave him disappointed looks before following the boys. Leaving him to reflect on his own actions. ‘What kind of idiot am I? I know they’re right, but why can’t I just get a grip? I shouldn’t have yelled at [F/n] like that, I love her and I told her I didn’t, what kind of boyfriend am I? She was just trying to help. I’m such an idiot, Todd was right.’ He thought before turning and running up to the Manor.

Finding everyone in the living room, all with somber expressions. “Is she gone?” he asked, regret eminent in his tone. Everyone in the room turned to him. “Yeah, and she cut ties to all of us. Saying that it just made leaving harder if she knew she’d be coming back for us and not you. Hope your happy.” Steph said, sending a glare at him. She had especially grown close to you.

Damian hung his head in shame, he didn’t mean for this to happen. But it did, and now you’re gone. For good. 

Ross Butler as your boyfriend

-Ross playing the piano

Originally posted by lightpaleroses

-always asking him to play for you

-wether it be the guitar or piano

-loving how musical he is

-On your anniversary he surprises you by singing to you

- Ross learning your favorite song for that occasion

 - Crying because of how much thought he put into the surprise

 -Ross kissing you to stop you from crying hysterically

Originally posted by harshlips

 -You finally calming down and smiling wide

-When you’re at home you both eat cookie dough ice cream and cuddle on the couch.

Originally posted by thedesire

- Ross singing to you

-You falling asleep in his arms because of his soothing voice

-Ross carrying you to bed because he doesn’t want to wake you from your sleep

-Having to stand on our tiptoes to kiss him since he is 6 foot 3

-While he watches you struggle he starts to chuckle

Originally posted by rafaelasgomes

-You wearing his clothes even though their way too big for you

-Cause you love the way they smell and feel

-Ross not saying anything cause he thinks his clothes look better on you

-You blushing and trying to go change

-Ross whining, ”No don’t changeeeeee you look so cute”

-Ross always getting his way because he’s too cute for his own good

-Being on his Instagram livestream on his birthday

 -Helping him with his ice cream adventure

 -Him hugging you when he finally finds his ice cream

 -Going home and stealing his ice cream

 -Running around the house with his ice cream in hand

 -When he finally catches you he tickles you until you hand the ice cream over

Originally posted by love-all-and-prosper

-You begging for mercy


 -When he feels you have had enough he stops and just admires you

 -On date night he takes you to a restaurant

 -Ross being in awe of your beauty

 -When at the restaurant you both enjoy dinner

 -When you leave the paparazzi start to annoy you outside

 -Ross defending you from all the paparazzi’s questions

Authors Note: I might possibly make a part two, but I don’t know for sure.

let minors/survivors have safe spaces in fandoms and stop sending them death threats. it’s not that hard to stop being an asshole. got put on an “avoid list” bc you make content that makes people uncomfortable? maybe reconsider your morals or just ignore it and be mindful of what you tag your posts as! again it’s not that hard to stop being an asshole. let minors/survivors have safe spaces in fandoms and don’t send death threats. have a nice day.


Authors Note: I kinda think this is cute and fluffy, but I don’t know. I am thinking of doing a part two to this, but again, I don’t know, haha. Thoughts and opinions welcome. I hope you enjoy this piece, kinda enjoyed thinking about it. Xx 

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You observe the space between the bare sheets and you sigh to yourself, the scarceness denoting that Harry is either working or he’s running early morning errands, perhaps even at the gym. 

You take your time with getting up, savouring the pleasure of the bed and the warmth of the fresh coverings. There is nothing better than relaxing between the warmness of the covers, having nothing to worry about, no need to get up and go to work, just a pleasant lazy day to do nothing.

You smile as your round into the kitchen, your husband smiling before he takes a drink of what you assume is his early morning smoothie. 

Every now and again after working out he indulges in a smoothie or he gets a health shake— you much prefer the smoothies, particularly his, he continuously distinguishes the ideal combinations of fruits. 

“Morning!” You beam as you wander closer, admiring his fallen hair and his gym outfit compiled of nothing but a T-shirt and a pair of jogging shorts. 

He beams down at you, opening his arm for a hug, “Morning, someone’s cheery.” He comments before caressing a kiss to the top of your head, a hum escaping your lips to agree with his observation. 

“How was the gym?” You tenderly pull away from the hug, the scent of his cologne lingering on your shirt, something you absolutely love to inhale in warm mornings.

“Pretty good. How was sleeping in?” He questions, taking a drink of his Coral coloured resembling smoothie, 

“Better if you’d sleep in with me.“ 

"Mhm, you know I can’t sleep in. Body just doesn’t like it.” He shrugs, “plus, I needed the workout, been slackin’ lately, no thanks to you.” He kisses the top of your nose, reminding you of how you have selfishly managed to keep him nestled into you in the mornings the last few days. Sometimes, you don’t want to share him with the world or the gym, you want him to stay in bed and cuddle with you until you are ready to get out of bed. A few muffled whines and an ‘I really don’t feel good,’ is enough for him to give in and skip the gym. It wasn’t really intentional— You can’t help the fact that sometimes his warmth, soothing touch, and cuddles is enough to make you feel better.

“What did ya get?” You challenge, your hand reaching for his smoothie but he stretches away from you, your lips already beginning to form a pout. His smoothie looks so~ good and refreshing. 

 "Uh-ah, yours is there.“ He gestures to the counter that holds a verdant coloured smoothie, something you have no desire to drink. His looks better, it has a delightful ocherous hue to it, much prettier than the burgeoning grass he wants you to absorb. "It’s a lot healthier than this mango thing.” He takes a drink of his smoothie, only enticing you to desire it more. 

“It looks fucking gross." 

"Don’t knock it until you try it. It’s kale, it’s good for you and helps with morning sickness.” He encourages, handing you the verdure resembling smoothie. You glare at Harry, already not savouring his concept of a healthy smoothie. “Taste it, that’s it.” He presses kindly, giving you his affectionate eyes and an agile kiss to the lips to convince you. 

You take a sip, instantly spitting it out to the floor with a heavy sigh. 

“Well, it was worth a try.” He shrugs, 

“You fucking taste that.” You hand the smoothie back to him, “That is enough to erupt morning sickness, gross.” You shake your head, handing him the drink. 

With a heavy sigh, he takes the smoothie and decides to try the Kale-Smoothie. Immediately, he screws his nose up at the flavour, understanding your feelings towards the disgust. “Alright, here you go, love.” He hands you his smoothie, instantly satisfying you as you taste the pleasant taste of mango on your tongue. So much more soothing and enjoyable than the Kale. “And now I’m left with the morning sickness drink.” He pouts, watching you sip on the smoothie he was deliciously appreciating. 

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@seungchuchuweek Day 3: Pining

Two hearts, bound by the soul, finally cross paths. Colors mix and hues fly as their world quickly blends into a rainbow of love.

The only question left is: who is the pursuer, and who is the prize?

What’s this? A Seungchuchu soulmates AU? Maybe… And who is pining here? Hmmmm….

Trying out a new coloring style with this ( ´ ▽ ` )

NCT 127 Reacting To You Giving Back Their Sweater

sinerwhoisasin: Hi, can you do nct127 reaction to gf giving back their sweater because it doesn’t smell like them anymore, please? Tysm xx

A/N: This is such a funny yet cute request haha bless


Would look at you with puppy dog eyes, “But you look so good in it!” But would find it cute because you wanted his sweater cuz it smelled like him. He would also use his aegyo to make you keep it.

Originally posted by isabelle-c-r


Jaehyun would act all petty and think you don’t love him anymore. “What do you mean it doesn’t smell like me, are you trying to tell me something? Do you want to break up?” You smack him to bring him back into his senses because this boy worries too much. In the morning you find another one of his sweaters on top of your drawers on which he sprayed his deodorant so the fragrance never goes away.

Originally posted by shutupxiumin


Understands your point and tells you to wait. He brings back a stack his sweater and tells you to choose one and lets you keep it. “Bring it back when it doesn’t smell like me anymore.” This boys never ceases to surprise you.

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes


“What?” He said while looking at you surprised. You smiled shyly at him, hoping he would take it back. He is highkey sad about. “After all those fights we had about who keeps this sweater.” You have to treat him to an ice cream to get to stop being offended.

Originally posted by pawjohnny


“Oh thanks, I wondered when you’d be returning it,” he said while looking normal. But he is lowkey offended and sad. Wakes you up in the middle of the night asking you if you’ll leave him one day too if you lose interest in him.

Originally posted by taesyong


“WAEEEEE” He said while pouting. “You could just hug me instead, this colour suited you so much!” And then sulks all day until you take him out for ice cream and kiss him randomly. He smiles so big awwww

Originally posted by nctinfo


“What smell? Do I smell? Excuse me?” Refuses to take his sweater back and tells you to keep it because won’t take anything that has been used. He spends rest of the day thinking. “But what I smell like? Why is she obsessed with how I smell?” What an idiot. Love him and protect him ok?

Originally posted by taeyongd


“Smell? What smell?” and then sniffs himself because he is a little dumb in that way


“Why? Did you gain weight and you’re using it as an excuse?” Gets all offended and doesn’t talk to you but then softens cuz he love you

Originally posted by donghyukslee

Attention Seeker | Part Three

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 2.241

Part OnePart Two

Water kept running into your bathtub as you stood in front of it, just staring at the gently splashing water. You had closed the bathroom door, in order to deaden the sound of Jimin calling out for you and the echo of his fists hitting your front door over and over again. 

Tears were running down your cheeks as you turned the water off after it hit the edge of the tub and made the first step into the bathtub, soaking your pants completely. You didn’t care though. Right now, nothing but the pain your body was experiencing, was important to you. All you could feel was the pain in your heart, consuming all energy and all thoughts. So you continued to slowly slide into the tub until your whole body was under water, except for your head.

“Of course it’s a joke (Y/N). ARMY would never say those things and mean it.”

You shook your head in frustration.

“You’re only jealous because I spend so much time away with them and can’t give you enough attention.”

Another knife being slammed into your heart.

“You know you’re being really dramatic right now, right? Quit the games and face reality.”

A tear rolled down your face, leaving a salty taste on your lips.

“I risked everything for you!”

Sure he did.

“I always loved you more than you loved me and I’m basically giving you a second chance but you’re being like this.“

His words wouldn’t stop running through your mind so you ducked your head under water, taking a deep breath before doing so and closing your eyes, reminiscing in the dullness of being underwater. The quietness should have made it worse to ignore your thoughts but somehow it soothed you, making goosebumps rise all over your body as you just laid there on your back. The water was cold as ice but none of your senses registered the feeling of tiny needles ramming their way into your skin, leaving a numb yet painful feeling. In the distance you could make out the noise of a door crashing and yells becoming louder but nothing bothered you in that situation. 

Your lungs started burning, aching for air and your brain slowly seemed to throb inside of your skull but your lips formed into a soft smile. Weirdly enough, you were at peace in the middle of this chaos and your mind was relaxed while your body began to fight against the lack of vital resources.

All of a sudden, the dull sound of a door being slammed open, making your makeup fall of the sink and scatter all over the floor, your name being called hysterically, was audible. Two firm hands closed around your wrist, dragging you out of the water in one swift move and wiping your gentle smile off your face, replacing it by a shocked expression while gasping for air hysterically. Chokes erupted through your body while your lungs felt like someone was squishing them together, not letting go before you breathed properly.

“(Y/N)!”, Jimin’s cries were accompanied by his heartbreaking sobs, strong arms engulfing you in a painful hug, his tears molding together with the icy water on your skin.

You just stayed there in his arms, like in a trance, not realizing what had happened. Leaning into his touch, you breathed in his scent, closing your eyes in a loving yet heartbroken state. 

“Jimin…”, you whispered against his body. In response he let out sobs while gently placing his hands on each sides of your face, eyes staring at you widely. Tears streamed down his face as his thumbs softly rubbed over your cheeks wiping away your tears, shaking his head in shock and disbelief.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), so so sorry. I.-”, he choked on his words and you wrapped your arms around his shaking figure, forgetting your own pain as you saw him breaking in front of you.

“I’m such a fucking idiot. I- I should have listened to you -I”, he cried out, not letting go of your small frame in between his arms as if to make sure, you wouldn’t step back into that bathtub. 

“Shh, Jimin”, you said calmly, surprising yourself by the calmness your voice carried while your mind wouldn’t stop running wild. What the hell did I just do?

“I don’t deserve someone as wonderful as you (Y/N), you were always there for me b-but when y-you needed me I-I was a complete d-dickhead!”, his eyes were puffy and swollen as he hid his face in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent. The scent that he thought he might never smell again. From the person he thought he had lost forever.

“Please don’t leave me”, his body was shaking under your touch, goosebumps visible on his arms.

“I won’t, I promise”, you answered and kissed the top of his head gently. 

You were sitting on your couch, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket, a cup of tea in your hand and Jimin sitting right next to you. There was space between the two of you, no part of your bodies was touching the other one. You were quietly sipping on your tea while Jimin was just staring at his fingers on his lap, small tears still streaming down his face. Your face was blank but Jimin’s looked full of hurt and regret, self hatred clearly displaced on its features.

After a while of just sitting next to each other in silence, he turned his face over to you.


His voice was shaking and his eyes had millions of different emotions in them, making it impossible for you to tell what he was thinking. All you could make out was the pain being supported by his tears and fragile state.

“Why what?”, you asked in confusion and slightly furrowed your eyebrows at him before taking another sip of your tea he had made for you. It had the right amount of sugar in it, just the way you liked it. He knew how you hated bitter drinks.

“Why were you in that bathtub? Why-”, he sighed deeply and looked away for a split second before focusing on your face again. “Why did you promise me that you wouldn’t leave me when I hurt you so bad?”

Again, his eyes filled with tears as he bit down on his lips, kneading his fingers together in anxiousness. 

“You thought, I was trying to take my own life right?”, you whispered, letting your index finger glide under his chin, lifting it up so he would look at you. He nodded in response, erupting in new sobs and you quickly grabbed his hand, trying to sooth him a little bit.

“I didn’t. I was just trying to get the pain away from my heart onto somewhere else on my body”, you sighed as you looked down. “I thought I would die from the pain I was feeling in my chest. Getting your heart ripped out by hand while someone else stabbed you in the chest seemed to be less painful than the heartache I was experiencing. That’s why I went in there. I wanted to feel pain somewhere else to be able to ignore or forget the pain that was making me go crazy. As soon as I sunk into the water, the iciness took over my body and everything went numb. I could relax.”

Jimin sniffled next to you and you looked up to meet his gaze. “Even though I wasn’t planning to kill myself, it felt so soothing to be in there. I don’t know if I would have just forgotten myself after a while and let the numbness take over me”, you squeezed his hand as your thumb slid over the back of his hand. 

“Thank you for getting me out of there before I could have done something stupid without noticing”, you breathed out just loud enough for him to hear and he let his head fall back in pain, biting down on his lips in frustration, holding onto your hand in desperation. 

“I promised you to not leave you because that’s what I’m going to do Jimin”, your voice was stern, making his eyes turn to you again. “I’m not going to leave the way you thought I would. I’m not going to commit suicide, I will not hurt myself or do anything stupid. But we’re still over Jimin. I’m sorry.”

Desperation broke out of Jimin as he jumped up but fell down in the next second, landing in front of your knees, hands placing themselves around your legs, face looking up at you pleadingly. “No please (Y/N), please don’t let us be over! I beg you please, I can’t live without you. I-”, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before his emotions could take over him completely. He was already losing control over them but he realized, he needed to prove to you why you shouldn’t leave instead of just pleading and begging. He had hurt you deeply, deeper than anyone ever had. 

“I saw it. I saw everything. I was about to leave your front door when a group of fans came up the stairs and I hid behind the plants your neighbor has in front of her apartment. I heard what they said about you. Cruel things, things only mad people would say, as they left notes in front of your apartment. When they left, I opened the letters and I’m so sorry for not believing you (Y/N). I’m such an idiot. After I read their threats, I went downstairs and saw the same girls being chased away by the caretaker of your apartment building. I was furious from the letters still but confused as to why he was so upset and angry at them but as he got closer, he recognized me and stopped. You know what your caretaker said to me? ‘This is the third time this week that they vandalize our walls. If your people don’t do something real fast, I’m suing all of you and kicking (Y/N) out. I can’t afford all this painting and repairing anymore. I don’t shit money like you!’”, his voice broke and he closed his eyes in order to keep new tears from streaming down his face. By now, you were the one crying.

“I believe you, I believe everything you said. I know that saying this now won’t make my behavior from earlier disappear. Honestly, I don’t know what to do to make you realize that I love you more than I love myself and that I regret it so much that I didn’t believe you from the beginning. I regret being so ignorant and thinking that the love of my life would invent something like this, something so serious that she has been dealing with since we started dating. I can’t believe you were able to hide all of this from me for this long. You went through this every single day and never told me because you wanted to keep me safe. And what did I do? Treat you like complete shit. I’m such an asshole (Y/N) and I understand that you want to erase me out of your life, because I would do the same if I were you. But please, please give me another chance and let me show you that I can treat you better than that. I can treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I will shower you with flowers every day, I will write you love letters that I usually keep to myself, I will make you breakfast every morning before I have to leave. I will make sure everyone who even slightly sends hate towards you, gets sued and charged for their behavior. I will do everything so that you know that you’re my princess, you’re my everything. I’m nothing without you (Y/N).”

You had your hands pressed over your mouth, stopping yourself from sobbing out loud as your face was covered by salty water. Jimin had made a mistake. A huge mistake that he regretted deeply. He had hurt you worse than anyone could have ever hurt you. Worse than anyone could ever imagine. The pain had been unbearable and sitting across from him, having him say all those words, made your chest hurt yet your tummy fill with thousands of butterflies. It was mixture of emotions, a feeling you couldn’t describe. A feeling you didn’t know existed until then.

“Do you mean this?”, you asked in confusion, not knowing what else to be saying in that situation. Jimin frantically nodded his head, holding your hands now in his own, softly kissing every centimeter of them.

“I wouldn’t say these things if I wasn’t being honest, you know me.”

Erupting into heartbreaking sobs you knelt down next to him, flinging your arms around his neck and pulling him close. Jimin instinctively wrapped his arms around your frame, holding the both of you up as you sobbed into his shoulder, while clinging onto him in exasperation. 

“I love you Jimin”, you sobbed and he sighed audibly. “I love you (Y/N). So much.”

You slowly leaned back to look into his eyes seriously. “If you ever do something like this, you’re dead.”

A small smile spread across his lips before he nodded. “Got it, babe. I will make sure that I will never be this stupid again, I promise.”

Secrets, Songs and Bad Habits part 3

In which there is a first time for everything.

A/N: I have decided to make this a multi-chapter thing and I do hope you enjoy it. I used prompts 9, 12 and 76 from the dialogue prompts from @lightwoodstilinski68 because they inspired me xoxo

Pairing: Jughead X Reader

Warnings: Smut, smut with a sprinkle of smut and language on top!

“Jughead, why are you covered in mud?” you asked in a hissed whisper, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed as you eyed the sodden, muddy boy at your window.

“This is going to sound stupid and now I’m here I’m kinda wishing that I’d died of hypothermia on the way over here,” as he spoke in a hushed tone you could see wisps of his breath appearing in the bitter autumn air and mingling with the rain that poured relentlessly from the clouds above. You laughed at his notorious sardonic humour. “I uh-I had a nightmare about you and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Somebody call an ambulance I think the ice king is melting,” you replied with a giggle, not being able to stop your heart from fluttering at his sweet gesture. He attempted to scowl at you but his attempt failed and turned quickly into a bashful smirk. “Get in here before you actually do die of hypothermia though Jug.”

You pulled grabbed his jacket and helped to tug him through the window, his long limbs struggling to fit through the small frame. He chuckled at your feeble effort at assistance as he was much too large for you to have any effect and you shushed him through a laugh of your own as your parents were just down the hall. Once he was inside he jammed his hands into his pockets and shifted uncomfortably in the middle of your room. You laughed at his demeanour and flopped onto your bed, beckoning him over with a wiggle of your finger. He grinned wildly and joined you on top of the fluffy blanket that sat on top of your duvet. You scowled at his attire, his shirt was soaked through and clinging to his lean frame, making him dither uncontrollably.

“What?” he asked you through chattering teeth and blue lips.

“You’re freezing in that thing just take it off,” you replied with a voice of concern.

“Woah (Y/N),” he began to feign shock but the smirk evident on his face told you that he was just messing with you, “I’ve never met someone so forwa-“

He was cut off abruptly by your lips on his. You placed your forehead on his before whispering for him to shut up. He looked you dead in the eyes with dilated pupils, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath he took. You bit your lip as you watched him shrug off his jacket and then away the shirt that was clinging to his creamy skin. He did not break eye contact. Slowly you rose from your seat, taking his clothes before turning and making your way over to your radiator, laying the garments out to dry. He watched, unable turn away as you stood in nothing but a t shirt and underwear, his jeans tightening up in a certain area. You could feel his gaze like flames on your back and you whipped your head around, not liking being ogled.

“What?” you asked, pouting at the boy on your bed, shirtless but still wearing his damp beanie. He was a sight to behold, water glistening on his skin, tousled curls framing his face and toned muscles relaxed with his plump lips parted slightly. To you he was perfect

“You…” he swallowed thickly, his Adams apple bobbed as he did so and adoration shone brightly in his light eyes “…you’re amazing.”

You blushed and gazed into eyes filled with sincerity and want. You moved towards him, straddling his lap and bringing your hands around his neck to thread your fingers through the raven hair at the base of his neck. Despite the cold from outside sneaking in through the open window, you were enveloped in heat, like fire blazed around the two of you, trapping you both in each other’s embrace. Your breath caught in your throat as he tenderly brought his hand to your face, pulling you in to meet his impatient lips. The kiss was slow, sensual and full of unspoken desires. Your hands slid down to trace the muscles in his back, your nails digging in as you ground your hips into his, searching for the delicious friction that you both craved. You could feel him hard against you and he moaned into your mouth at your movements. He pulled away from you reluctantly and you tilted your head at him curiously.

“(Y/N) I-uh-I’ve never done this before,” he whispered nervously. Your face immediately softened and you cupped his in your hands, kissing him lightly.

“Jug, you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have rush-“he cut you off this time, his lips melding with yours perfectly.

“I want to, please (Y/N)?” his eyes were full of truth and you searched them for any uncertainty but you found none. “I want you (Y/N)…teach me how.”


Your lips reconnected, fuelled by a new desperation, a new passion. You were both needy, both needing to be as close as possible to one and other all at once. You ground into him again and his breathing hitched. You moved your head to kiss his jaw, then moving to his ear, nibbling on the lobe and whispering a simple “I want you too, more than anything” into his ear to which he smiled leaned into your touch. Your lips trailed down his neck, sucking at his sweet spots and leaving purple marks in your wake. You continued your path down his lean chest, kissing and nipping at his silken skin as you went. You reached his belt and as you unbuckled it you looked up briefly to see him leant back on his elbows, eyes closed and teeth biting his lip so hard it could draw blood. You smiled to yourself at the sight.



“Open your eyes.”

He peered down at you, nervousness evident on his face. You palmed him through the thin fabric of his boxers, eliciting a gasp from the boy before you. Slowly, you inched down the waistband of his underwear, his member springing free. You moved your hand down its length lightly, testing the waters. Then up again, increasing the pressure and thus his reaction. You continued to pump his shaft, prompting a satisfying string of hissed expletives from Jughead. You knew he was close and so all too soon you stopped your ministrations earning a disappointed groan from Jughead. You smirked, standing up quickly and making your way over to a large teddy bear that sat in one corner of your room.

“Interesting fetish…” Jughead trailed off clearly confused and slightly afraid. You simply scoffed and turned the teddy around to reveal an opening in its back. You fished around before pulling out a condom and holding it up for hi to see, grinning triumphantly.

“It’s where I hide all of my contraband, cigarettes and stuff,” you replied nonchalantly in response to his questioning look. He snorted and shook his head fondly at you.

“I’ll have to remember that one.”

You made your way over to him, tore open the packet and slid the condom onto his large length. Then you crawled back up onto him, straddling his hips once more. His hands cautiously toyed with the hem of your t-shirt and you gave him an encouraging nod. He lifted it over your head, exposing your bare chest to him. His hand reached up to cup your breast, relishing in the feeling of his hand on your skin. You moaned as his finger circled your sensitive nipple and he smirked at the effect that he’d had on you. One of his hands moved to rest on your butt, squeezing lightly whilst the other hooked around the waistband of your lacy thong, easing it down your thighs lightly. The anticipation was enough to drive you to insanity and you wiggled out of your underwear impatiently, flinging them into no direction in particular.

Tonight was all about Jughead, you wanted to make him feel good, you wanted to make his first time amazing as you hadn’t had such privilege.

“You ready Juggie?” you asked tenderly, you wanted to make sure that he was one hundred percent certain.

“(Y/N) I’ve never been surer of anything in my life!”

With that you sank down onto him, the sensation causing you both to gasp. You leant down, placing your palms on his chest and slipping your tongue between his lips in a heated kiss. You began to move delightfully slowly prompting a strangled moan from deep within Jughead’s throat. You took that as your cue to speed up, pleasuring him beyond belief. You beamed down at him, biting your lip as he lay, panting and moaning beneath you with his eyes closed in absolute bliss. You were torn from your gaze as you felt him buck his hips and involuntarily thrust further into you sending a new wave of unimaginable pleasure to your core. His thrusting continued and he opened his eyes too peer at you – your lips formed in a perfect “O” shape, soft mewls escaping your throat. You reconnected your lips in a sloppy kiss, unable to focus from the intense pleasure building in your stomach.

“(Y/N), I think I’m gonna-“with a final thrust into you Jughead lost it, letting out your name in a husky moan that sent you over the edge. You clenched around him, riding out your high until you collapsed onto him, completely spent.

You clambered off him and wiggled around to pull the covers over you both before curling into his side, kissing his chest sweetly.

“I just remembered, you haven’t had a smoke,” he drawled lazily.

“It’s okay, this was way better than any cigarette,” you purred and he smiled down at you, placing a kiss to your forehead. “So…how was it for you?” you asked apprehensively hoping that he enjoyed himself because you certainly did.

“Well…” he trailed off, mocking a grimace and you smacked him lightly on the arm, pouting at his joke. “In all seriousness now I understand why Archie is so obsessed with the whole sex thing.”

“Archie? As in Archie Andrews, ginger jock guy?”

“Yeah, why?” he asked, frowning down at you in something that could have been confusion or annoyance, you weren’t quite sure but it made you tense up.

“I-uh, he just asked me to perform in the talent show with him, singing with him that’s all.”

“Since when?” Jughead demanded, propping himself up on his arms, beanie falling off and sweaty tendrils of hair plastered to his forehead. He didn’t understand why you were so chirpy about it.

“Since the other day, after the pep rally,” you smiled up at him, you were glad to be getting on well with his apparent friends. “Valerie couldn’t do it ‘cus of the cats and all so he asked if I’d maybe step in.”

“You can’t do it!” his voice had become harsh and raised and his brows furrowed, deep-set eyes glairing at you angrily.

“Sorry I didn’t realise that I needed your permission,” you spat sarcastically, pulling away from him abruptly.

“He’s my friend, (Y/N) and if he finds out about us – if you let something slip then all my friends will know!”

“Why are you acting as if that’s such an awful thing Jughead? Are you ashamed of me or something?” You demanded, eyes stinging with unshed tears that were threatening to spill as you leapt out of your bed, grabbing your robe and covering yourself with it.

“(Y/N) we’ve talked about this it’s not gonna happ-“

“We’ve talked about it, yeah but you’ve never given me a reason Jug!” You were hissing now, wanting to cry out in frustration but being acutely aware of your parents sleeping at the other end of the hall. “I won’t be your dirty little secret anymore, I can’t.”

“(Y/N) that’s all I can give you, us in secret, take it or leave it,” he spat defiantly. A single tear trickled down your cheek as your heart fractured.

“I can’t Jughead, I’m sorry I’m leaving it…leaving you.”


With that he gathered his clothes, tugging on his jeans and throwing his jacket on before clambering out of your window, shirt balled up in his fist and stalking off into the night.

You were left alone, wondering how your first fight with Jughead had become the very last.