i love it when he flips it

anonymous asked:

So I've been craving a specific type of misunderstanding fic. Could you recommend some fics where Stiles pulls away from Derek bc he mistakenly thinks Derek's not interested anymore? Thanks a bunch!

Here you go. - Anastasia

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The fear has gripped me but here I go by ElisAttack

(1/1 I 3,562 I Explicit)

“Why are you with me?” Stiles asks one day when they’re sitting together on the couch, just the two of them, hanging out. “Like, why did you agree to this.” He gestures between them.

“I love you.” Derek says simply, flipping to the next page in his book, not bothering to look up from the page, that’s how sure he sounds. He doesn’t notice the stricken expression on Stiles’ face.

Or the one where Stiles never claimed they were perfect for each other.

I Do Do You? by captain_loki 

(1/1 I 6,540 I Explicit)

Stiles and Derek wake up hung over and married in a hotel room in Las Vegas. It wouldn’t be so bad if the year before their relationship hadn’t fallen apart.

my YOI headcanons

– Yuuri is almost as obsessed with social media as Phichit, just because of the fact that he wants to keep tabs on all of his friends.

- Yurio keeps a diary, where he basically pours all of his feelings and vents into. He has only showed it to Otabek when he confessed his love for him, who flipped through it for an entire 2 hours before getting up and hugging Yurio for at least a minute straight, whispering his own confession in turn.

- Yurio is absolutely obsessed with scenery. He finds the world beautiful, and drags Otabek out to remote places just to gawk at them in awe. Otabek falls in love with him every time, because how could you recreate such genuine passion?

- Victor nicknamed Makkachin “Big Mak” after eating at McDonald’s for the first time and now every time Makkachin hears it he practically attacks everyone in the nearby vicinity with kisses.

- Phichit has a nickname for each one of his hamsters, along with a special spot in his room if they ever need a place to just go wild. He is practically an animal psychic when it comes to them, which sometimes freaks out/surprises his friends with his accurate predictions as to how his hamsters will react to them.

- Otabek bought 7 cat plushies that he’s stashed around his place, for when Yurio just needs a cat to hug.

- Sometimes when Yuuri is with Victor, he becomes the Smoothest Flirt-er and Victor will go from shocked, to confused, to flustered, until he has to walk out of the room and immediately call Yurio to rant about how cute Yuuri is.

- All of the pets in YOI know each other. No one knows how, but if there’s ever a meet-up between them then they’ll start playing and making animal noises towards each other. (If Phichit is there, he’ll immediately take pictures and post them on social media/send them to his friends, going on about how cute this is.)

- Once every few months, Michele and Sara get together and spend an evening together without anyone else, just to have some genuine sibling bonding.

- Yakov is secretly in love with Welcome to the Madness and will listen to the song on repeat for hours. Yurio walked in on him one time and Embarrassment ensued.

“I didn’t even really like animals. But my daughter said she wanted a pet. So I brought home this kitten, and told my daughter: ‘It’s your responsibility. I’m not going to get involved.’ But now the kitten loves me more than the girl. I call him JJ. He’s always the first one to greet me when I come home. When I leave for work, he lays on my flip-flops by the door. He always wants to be with me. Right now we’re coming back from a trip to the store. My daughter is a little jealous. She’s always trying to steal him from me.”

(Medellín, Colombia)

tagulansahulyo  asked:

Hello! Please, I love good pining stories. I especially love it when it's Viktor who does it, too. Could you please recommend deliciously painful pining stories but with good endings? :)

Thanks for the requests! Mutual pining fics are my some of my favourites! Here is a TON of mutual pining fics because why not? They’re amazing!

Originally posted by sovlfighter


Mutual Pining


Break the Cycle by SigmundFreud, Explicit, 26k
College AU where ex boyfriends Yuuri and Victor can’t stay away from each other. LOTS of mutual pining, arguments, miscommunication, and, of course, angst. Thumbs up!

a certain playboy by fan_nerd, Gen, 3.9k
There’s no way that Victor, Yuuri’s childhood idol, could be calling Yuuri a handsome playboy, just because they’d met eyes at two skating events. Besides, a total stranger had given Yuuri the tickets. It would be totally absurd. Love!

On My Love by RikoJasmine, Teen, 48k (WIP)
Time travel AU where Yuuri and Victor are happy aged and married, but an accident occurs and suddenly Yuuri wakes up back in Detroit, in a time before he had even met Victor. Angst and pining ensues. Great fic!

of dusk and dawn and a love beyond by exile_wrath, Gen, 5.5k
The King of Day, Victor, drops flowers to the Ruler of Night, Yuuri, to express his love for him; yet, they are always returned, as Yuuri thinks that they’re dropped by mistake. Day and Night AU!

Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya, Explicit, 166k (WIP)
The ULTIMATE angst fic filled with all the pining, miscommunications, and more. Rival AU where Yuuri’s life goal, since he was a child, is to beat Victor and win the GPF. HOT and a must read.

lie to make me like you by cityboys, Mature, 80k
It’s become a game, of sorts, to anyone privy to the fact that the pattern exists in the first place: ask Victor out at the beginning of the month, date for however many days, and wait for the end to come and for Victor to say, always: I couldn’t fall in love with you. Let’s break up. OMG so good!

On Cruelty and Confusion by Torchlite, Teen, 6.8k (WIP)
The timers show three sets of numbers: the wearer’s heart rate, their soulmate’s heart rate, and the number of heartbeats until they see each other in person. Viktor’s timer goes off the moment he lays eyes on Yuuri. Yuuri’s does not. Great soulmate timer AU!

Kingdoms of the Sun and Moon by OathKeeper, Explicit, 12k (WIP)
Yuuri is the Prince and Heir to the throne of the Sun Kingdom. Before his twentieth birthday, he is due to marry Princess Mila from the Moon Kingdom, to whom he’s been engaged since childhood. Victor comes along and everything gets flipped upside down. THIS FIC IS AMAZING PLEASE ENCOURAGE THE AUTHOR TO WRITE MORE IT’S SO GOOD

Sky of Endless Love by CagedBirdSings, Gen, 3.2k (WIP)
In a Realm far above the Earth, the King of Day leaves behind roses of vivid red - all in the hopes of having his feelings reach the King of Night. Meanwhile, Yuuri wonders why Victor keeps dropping his roses. I love this AU!!

Nerve Endings by Phyona, Explicit, 42k (WIP)
When Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg, they have to work through Yuuri’s anxiety and Victor’s secretiveness to find their balance. THIS IS SO, SO AMAZING

Like a Fairytale by lucycamui, Teen, 30k (WIP)
In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his ‘Cinderella’ Yuuri. Lovely Cinderella AU!

Healthy Impropriety by mtothedestiel, Explicit, 29k
Victor is the wealthy master of the Nikiforov estate. At a society party he’s swept off his feet by the mysterious, suave, and very drunk Katsuki Yuuri. Victor aims to declare his love and secure Mr. Katsuki’s hand in marriage, but first he has to find him! THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE FICS EVER

Lessons in Love by fangirlandiknowit, Mature, 21k (WIP)
All Viktor wants is for his son to be happy - and if that means spending countless hours at the ice rink, a million more in the ballet studio, and devotedly cheering for Katsuki Yuuri at every competition he enters, then that is precisely what he’ll do. LOVE!

Everything on Fire by SakanatoAi, Teen, 28k (WIP)
In an alternate universe where the physical closeness between two soulmates is measured by body temperature, Yuuri Katsuki and Victor Nikiforov have spent their entire lives chasing after fleeting moments of warmth. Awesome soulmate AU!

Masks off by emulikule, Teen, 27k
And so the story goes that a playboy comes to a town, makes it fall in love with him and then proceeds to get himself enticed by the most mysterious person there. SO GOOD OMG

Chocolate and Ice | Yuri!!! on Ice by TheLoyalMouse, Explicit, 2k
Victor wants to touch him so badly - but how can he, if it means it would taint the most perfect, innocent and pure human being he ever met? Surely, Yuri’s heart is not for him to take… Bonus Victor POV!

Dancing Daffodils by grayclouds, Mature, 33k (WIP)
Greek God AU where Yuuri is the god of Eros who falls for Victor, a man secluded/banished from the rest of society. Very sweet, and the mix of Greek mythology and YOI works amazingly well. Definitely recommend!

Looking for Courage by icterine, Explicit, 17k
Victor’s soul rejoices with their meeting. A fleeting attempt to steady a drunken stranger sets his heart afire. It’s all he’s ever dared to wish for. LOVE!

centripetal force by braveten, Explicit, 60k (WIP)
Victor speaks seven languages. (Physics isn’t one of them.) Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major. LOVE this!

matt boyd: neil josten??? yeah, he’s amazing [digs into jacket pocket] [pulls out hundreds of thousands of photos of neil] he’s my best friend–just look at him [flips through them] i’m so proud of him [shoves photos in your face] see this? this is the first time he dragged riko moriyama. it was on national tv. god i love him so much.

top 5 Seb looks

I was tagged by @iamteambucky and @steverogersnotebook

1. When he flips his hat as Jefferson

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2. When he runs his fingers through his hair

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3. when he flips that knife

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4. When he bites his lip

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5. When he laughs

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I tag whomever wants to do this!!!!!!

Altean Lance hair color?

I flipping love Altean Lance guys, And I love the way he looks when people draw him with brown or white hair but here’s my thing,

brown hair is a human color, in the famous mall episode we are shown actual images of Altean’s through Shiro’s visions and none of them have brown black or blonde hair. 

Then when it comes to white hair, the only Altean’s shown rocking it seem to be the royal family.

The more common colors are shades of blue, purple and orange. sO unless Lance and Allura are siblings in your au,

Consider Altean Lance with dark BLUE hair!!! I have yet to see it but I think it would look good as hell on him and fit better with what we’ve seen !

anonymous asked:

Hey, would you be able recommend some good soulmate au fics? Thx

Woah! Thanks for all these requests everyone! Hey.. do you know who’s trash for soulmate AUs? (Spoiler alert: it’s me) I might be a little too obsessed with these fics…

Anyway, I have lots of recommendations, I hope you all enjoy!


Soulmate AU


On Cruelty and Confusion by Torchlite, Teen, 6.8k (WIP)
The timers show three sets of numbers: the wearer’s heart rate, their soulmate’s heart rate, and the number of heartbeats until they see each other in person. Viktor’s timer goes off the moment he lays eyes on Yuuri. Yuuri’s does not. Great soulmate timer AU!

and I finally see by xshiroi_aki, Mature, 2.2k
Yuuri was used to his world being cold and colourless, he was ready to accept the fact that he was never going to find his soulmate. Until one day, said Viktor Nikiforov appears at his family onsen, and then suddenly, his vision of the world bleeds into what it is supposed to be. Lovely, quick AU!

solo and pair by calciseptine, Teen, 17k (WIP)
A year later, when Victor gets silver for his division at the ISU World Figure Skating Championship, Yuuri enters puberty. When the last snow melts and the cherry blossoms unfold—Yuuri’s mark blooms painless and white above his heart. An amazing soulmate-identifying mark AU!

Strawberry Bubblegum by rightofpostponement, Teen, 20k (WIP)
Victor was tired; tired of trying to surprise people, tired of living without love, and tired of making history without anyone to share it with. It takes one night, one dance, and 16 flutes of champagne for Victor’s life to be flipped on its head.

String of Fate by Errolina, Gen, 4.3k
Katsuki Yuuri had always wondered why his string had pulled at that moment. Maybe it was his dedication to this sport or maybe it was his own selfishness to try to win. Yuuri ignored the pull. I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH PLEASE READ IT

What is Love? (Baby Don’t Hurt Me) by ScreamHoney, Teen, 20k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri has ignored the pain in his back since the first time he caught sight of his soulmate’s mark when he was 12. Viktor Nikiforov deserved someone a little more special than a nobody like Yuuri, and until he proved himself, Yuuri was going to keep ignoring the pain, no matter how long it affects his life. Soulmark AU! Thumbs up!

Take My Hand - Take My Whole Life Too by shingeki_no_llama, Teen, 1.6k
Victor Nikiforov thinks he knows just who has their thoughts scrawled so carelessly on the back of his hand. He can only pray he is right. LOVE!

Never Enough by Jesse_Rae, Teen, 22k (WIP)
Victor had counted down the days until he would meet his soulmate. Yuuri didn’t believe in soulmates. However, as fate would have it, they were soulmates. Time identifying soulmate clocks AU! Definitely recommend!

5 Times Soulmate Marks Made Things Easier by Teabagger, Gen, 6.3k (WIP)
Six different soulmate mark short stories! Must read!

Everything on Fire by SakanatoAi, Teen, 28k (WIP)
In an alternate universe where the physical closeness between two soulmates is measured by body temperature, Yuuri Katsuki and Victor Nikiforov have spent their entire lives chasing after fleeting moments of warmth. Great and different soulmate AU!

See Yeh Break

Harry X Reader

Request? Yes:

riding harrys leg on a balacony overlooking the aegean on a sunny july day

THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING PLEASE

Author’s note: The beginning turned all mushy? Idk what that’s about (Yes I do. It’s because I’m fucking whipped for mushy Harry.) but if the transition seems sudden, whooops. :)


This vacation is an absolute blessing. A week away from the madness and noise of fans and paps and meetings. From the moment the two of you arrived to your private little getaway on the coast, Harry’s been warm and relaxed, and you couldn’t ask for anything more than that.

Keep reading

BTS Reaction to: When You Call Them Daddy for the First Time (M)

Author’s Note: As I finish up a request, here’s something to keep y’all occupied.

seokjin: Jin had always been vanilla, with a few hints of dominance coming out here and there.

But one day, when he moved your legs up to his shoulders, and he was able to hit that one spot you both know you love so much, “Daddy!” was all that could escape your lips.

His powerful thrusts subsided, and he looked down at you with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

Seokjin, I-”

Before you knew it, he pulled out, flipped your position, and had your ass pressed against his stiff erection.

“S-Seokjin-”

He slammed into you in one stroke, silencing your calls. He didn’t even give you time to adjust, for he already set a fast pace.

“Baby girl, you know that’s not my name…”

Originally posted by fawnave

yoongi: Yoongi’s tongue was a gift from God, for it always made you feel so good, especially when it was pressed against your core. his tongue had you at a loss for words or, at other times, saying too much. This time happened to be the latter.

Here he was again, bringing you to your second orgasm with just his tongue. Your brain was shut off temporarily.

“I can’t take anymore, D-Daddy-”

You hands flew to your mouth quickly. Oh God, you wished Yoongi hadn’t heard your slip up. He already thought you were weird. Maybe your whine was, for it was fogged with pleasure.

But Yoongi understood you all too well, because eyes darkened with what seemed like lust. He only dipped down once more, his tongue flicking even more haphazardly against your swollen clit.

“Yes you can, baby. You’re gonna take whatever Daddy gives you.”

Originally posted by yukidinme

hoseok: More than anything, Hoseok loved to touch. He could spend hours in your company just cuddling and admiring the curves of your body, not even hinting towards anything sexual.

There were some outfits, such as the innocent yet suggestive babydoll you were wearing right now, that had him going past these sinless limits. In this outfit, Hoseok had to nibble your ear, tweak your hardening nipples, and rub your clothed core. These gropes and fondles became too much for you to think properly.

Oh… Daddy-”

His touches stopped for a second, but in his current state, continued on shortly after.

“Yes, princess,” he murmured. “Tell daddy what you want.”

Originally posted by mn-yg

namjoon: You didn’t know what it was about him, but Kim Namjoon screamed daddy. It was in his voice, his height, his personality, his wits, everything. As much as you wanted him to take on this role, you were always too afraid to voice your wants around him.

You had done well for so long keeping this kink to yourself, but this time, while Namjoon was pounding into you from behind, he decided to take it one step further. Namjoon, slowly but firmly, moved his right hand down your hip until it was placed right beside your ass and probed at your puckered hole with his thumb.

The pleasure on both your holes was overwhelming, making you almost collapse from your hands and knees position. You could only grip onto the sheets with your delicate hands.

“You like that, baby?” Namjoon teased, milking out your reactions.

“Yes, yes… more, Daddy-”

You stiffened at the slipup, nervous as to how he’d react. But he only bit his lip at your act of submission and slowed his actions, making you whine in desperation.

“You’re gonna have to do a lot more than that to get what you want from Daddy, baby girl…”     

Originally posted by forever-young-got7

jimin:As captivating as Jimin was on stage, he was all about love making, and passion, and equal power when it came to sex with you. Jimin, however, was feeling a little different today.

For once, he wanted to take the reigns, and here you were, straddling his hips and rubbing your sopping entrance against his rock hard erection. His feisty self wasn’t giving you what you wanted today, at least not so easily. Jimin wanted you torn in two before he finally entered you.

Each bump of his dick against your throbbing clit had you gasping and moaning out in ecstasy.

“I’m t-tired of waiting, so give it to m-me, Daddy, please-”

His grip on your hips tightened, a reflex merely from surprise. For a few moments, he sat under you, pondering over your sudden outburst. Jimin didn’t want to scare you away, but he also want to hurt your feelings.

“Mmm…Daddy thinks his princess is ready…”

Jimin finally grabbed your hips and , sheathing himself in your tight, wet heat in one go. You could only cry out.

“D-Daddy…”                                 

Originally posted by nnochu

taehyung: Of all the men you’d been with in your life, Taehyung was the most experimental. He was always looking up weird articles, asking you weird questions, and always trying weird things to get the both of you off.

So, when he asked you ride his thigh, you were intimidated but unsurprised. But good God, you didn’t know how good it would feel. The way the denim of his jeans pressed against your clit, the way his leg bounced up and down, and the way his strong thighs flexed every now and then all had you on edge but greedy for more.

Taehyung wanted more, too, for he panted as he teased you with questions.

“Do you like getting off to my thigh?”

“I need more, I need your cock, D-Daddy-”

That five-letter word must have been a key. Before you knew it, Taehyung was silently flipping you over, undressing himself, and sliding his length into you.

Originally posted by qweentae

jungkook: Jungkook was never too vocal during sex. Other than a few grunts, groans, and some breathy whines, he never said much. His attention was always on pummeling into you, relying on just his movements to send you over the edge.

Those dancer hips of his were more than enough because they had you moaning, shouting, and screaming every damn time. This time wasn’t any different, for you had to search in the depths of your mind to just correctly call out Jungkook’s name; God, you were so wrecked.

But this time, you called out the wrong one in your lusty daze.

“D-daddy.”

And everything froze. From your embarrassment, it seemed as if everything in your bedroom was frozen in midair, including you and Jungkook. It seemed as if he had to contemplate the meaning of such a name, the sheer power behind it.

After an intake of air and a bite to his bottom lip, Jungkook could only say one thing.

“Fuck.”

But after that, he was thrusting into you even harder, not wanting to disappoint in his newly appointed role.

Originally posted by nnochu

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Can we just take a moment to talk about how selfless Matthew Daddario is? Whenever someone degrades themselves in front of him he get’s so flipping hurt and sad and it’s like so cute???? Wtf??? Like he hates when the fans and the cast call themselves Matt/Malec trash and he says that we’re all lovely and he also hates when the cast acts as if he’s more superior then them like I really just wanna meet this man and give him a big old hug for how genuine he is.

What about the RFA and Unknown and V finding out that MC has a career in the arts (author, artist, actor or something like that?) @saeranlover


Lol it’s been like 5,000 years since I’ve done a request, here you go bbies

Yoosung:

  • It was always a lingering thought in Yoosung’s mind
  • The thought always came randomly, but sometimes he swore that he  recognized your voice
  • Like the one time you yelled “Come at me!” at a friend who was teasing you and he just froze for a second to think about why it sounded familiar
  • It wasn’t until one day he was testing out a LOLOL character he’s never played before and she screamed out a line of dialogue before her attack
  • And suddenly he heard your voice behind him perfectly recreate the line
  • He turned around to see you cheekily grinning from your place on the bed
  • But it was wiped off your face soon enough because baby boi just pounced you into a big hug
  • “MC WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU VOICED A CHARACTER IN LOLOL I WOULD’VE PLAYED AS HER MORE OFTEN IF I KNEW.”
  • You giggled as he rapidly asked you other things you voice acted in and gawked when he recognized the other characters you’ve voiced in games and cartoons
  • He’ll shyly ask you to reenact his favorite lines or scenes and his inner fanboy will show
  • Yoosung’s never really been into the behind the scenes stuff but he already somewhat was a fan of yours before so he’s basically dating his favorite VA
  • Silly lil’ peanut is gonna ask for your autograph on his merch of the characters you’ve voiced

Jaehee:

  • She found out during one of your nights in
  • You were in the kitchen preparing the snacks while Jaehee sorted through the set of musicals the two of you had rented for tonight (you finally convinced her that watching ‘Promiscuous Jalapeno’ for the 8th time in a row was a little much)
  • Once that was all said and done, you cuddled up to Jaehee while the movie started as she fed you popcorn
  • Oh crap, you recognized this movie
  • You actually got the part of the main dancer in this film (it was your typical dance batte film)
  • You somewhat never wanted her to find out  that you were an actor/dancer in fear of always being compared to Zen
  • Once your character was introduced, Jaehee’s eyes squinted a little at the screen before gasping and shaking your shoulders
  • “MC, MC, IS THAT YOU?”
  • “U-uhm nooooo…?”
  • “Wait, why would you keep this secret from me?”
  • After explaining your reasoning as to why, she just pulled you into a tight hug
  • “I’d never compare you anyone else, I love you just the way you are, famous or not!”
  • After watching the movie, she put aside the time to scour the internet for every performance you’ve been in and is about to be the proud owner of all your merch
  • jaehee please no that was our grocery money

Zen:

  • “lolol zen have you seen mc’s latest cover?”
  • “Cover? What’re you talking about?”
  • “the one on her youtube channel???”
  • “…”
  • “you do know what she does for a living, right??”
  • After Seven endlessly mocked Zen for not knowing what his own girlfriend did for a living, Seven graciously provided the link to your Youtube channel
  • Zen then proceeded to spend the next 3 hours of his life going through
  • your entire channel
  • He knew that you liked to sing and sounded like an angel but this
  • This is something extraordinary
  • You actually made a living doing this and he never even knew!
  •  He finally made his way up to your latest cover (which was uploaded about a week ago), and HO L Y  C R A P
  • It was the song he’s practiced at home for months on end for a musical he recently just starred in!
  • When you get home that night, you’re bombarded with compliments and questions (mostly compliments)
  • You explained that you never recorded around him because you were afraid that he might’ve thought you were going to use him for popularity
  • “Babe, I know you would never do that NOW WILL YOU PLEASE DUET WITH ME–”
  • Guess who has the best mashup cover of ‘Butterfly’ now

Jumin:

  • Coming home a few hours early was indeed a rare occurrence for Jumin
  • Usually when he came home, you were instantly there to greet him with a hug and kiss
  • He called your name, but there was no response, just a faint typing sound
  • After hanging his coat on the coat hanger, he began walking towards the noise, his hands already working on loosening his tie
  • “Ah, here you are, my love,” he said upon entering the officeroom
  • “Jumin, you’re home early,” you smiled, letting your husband wrap his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin atop your head
  • “The office had to close early for some renovations,” Jumin explained, “but I’m more interested in what you’re working on.”
  • “I’m working on my next book!”
  • The surprised look on his face made you remember that you never brought it up to him before, but now is as good as time as any to explain
  • Jumin seemed genuinely intrigued as he listened to your explanation on your book series, which was apparently very popular
  • When you finished, he asked if you could lend him the first addition, as he did enjoy reading in his spare time
  • And soon enough, he was hooked
  • He’d have long talks with you over dinner on how he wasn’t expecting a plot twist or how well you wrote your characters
  • Or about how you should hurry and finish the next book because you left him on a cliffhanger

707:

  • He’s known since the background check that you had a job in digital art but he tucked that away in the back of his head because there were too many other things happening at the time (eg the hacker, your sudden appearance, his emotions and job…)
  • It isn’t until one day where he’s been able to work for a few hours straight without you lecturing him about how he should take a break
  • So he got up from his chair, slapped his right leg a few times to wake it up, and ventured outside his office to find you
  • To no surprise, you were huddled inside in the bedroom, but this time with your drawing tablet in hand
  • “Hey Saeyoung,” you tiredly muttered, eyes still glued to the laptop screen
  • His eyes trailed to where you were looking and a look of mock hurt morphed on his face, “MC, how dare you draw a picture of another man!”
  • You stifled a laugh at your boyfriend’s dramatic tone, “Zen just asked me to draw some things for his website so I’m–”
  • You should me drawing me instead! Here, I’ll even pose for you!” 
  • You regret even looking behind you, because Saeyoung was already stripping down to his boxers, need I remind you the pair with cat faces on them
  • “DRAW ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH GIRLS.”
  • “SAEYOUNG PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON AND GET TO BACK TO WORK!”

V:

  • Usually you were making some sort of noise in the house, but today you were oddly quiet
  • “MC? Where are you?”
  • “I’m in the living room,” you hollered back as he started making his way over, “Be careful not to bump my arm though.”
  • “What’re you doing?” he asked, taking a seat on the floor next to you
  • You explained that you liked paint and used it as a way to make some extra pocket money
  • V was very happy and excited to hear that you had an artistic career just like him
  • You were always delighted to describe the paintings to him, and you always did it with such passion
  • After awhile, he started to miss photography and he so badly wanted to see your work for himself
  • So he decided to get the eye surgery
  • Once he did, he was appalled at how much he can see your heart poured onto the canvas
  • You often went out into nature together and sit there together for hours to photograph/paint and enjoy one another’s company
  • You also loved painting some of V’s older photographs and he loved it and every single one is framed in the house
  • #artsycouple
  • The day you painted a picture of the sun and gave it to him, he cried

Unknown:

  • The first time Saeran ever walked into your room, his eyes immediately darted to the big, colorful collection of sticky note pads on your desk
  • He picked one up, noting that every one had a slightly different drawing than the others, “What’re these for?”
  • “Oh, I’m an animator! I like to use these sticky notes when I’m bored.”
  • He never got to watch cartoons as a child so this was all new to him
  • Watching you peacefully work is very, very soothing to him, to just watch the lines fill with color so smoothly
  • You even let him have some of your already drawn-on sticky note pads and he likes to flip through them when he’s nervous or needs to calm down when something’s bothering him
  • His favorite is the one you made for him where it goes “I love you, Saeran!” with a cute little doodle of a cartoony-looking you kissing his cheek on it
  • As mentioned before, he never got to watch cartoons or movies as a kid and he’s willing to watch the ones you’ve worked on
  • It always amazes him that you made what was on the screen and he loves it (he’s never said it out loud but it shows on his face)
  • He really enjoys the ones that are story-based rather than the nonsense slapstick ones (which is what Saeyoung enjoys, much to his dismay)
  • Seeing the childlike innocence in his eyes is heartwarming and you wouldn’t trade it for the world 
Okay I was listening to the Lego Batman soundtrack and

There is a line during the song “Friends are Family”

when Batman takes the mic

and you can very clearly hear him refer to Robin as

“adorably intruding”

…HE CALLED HIS SON CUTE AND IT WASN’T EVEN IN A FAN WORK

Touché // j.j.

You can’t pin point when. Somewhere between the steady typing and the flipping of pages, between the constant supply of french fries and chocolate milkshakes, between the occasional eye contact and the brief smiles. Somewhere between the hours of three and seven o'clock, you fell.

To be specific, you fell in love with Jughead Jones, Riverdale’s resident tall dark and handsome, at least, in your opinion.

It started one afternoon when Pop’s was busier than usual, every booth and table full except one.

“Do you…do you mind if I sit?” You ask, rocking slightly on the balls of your feet. “Everywhere else is full.”

You expect him to say no; he is, after all, Jughead Jones, and this is, after all, Riverdale, probably the smallest town in the world and everyone at least knew of everyone else, and you definitely know of Jughead and his preference to being alone, especially when he’s writing.

Jughead ceases his typing, locking eyes with you. He glances around the diner, almost surprised at how many people were in it.

“I’m not the best conversationalist,” he says, looking back at you, “I can’t promise anything good.”

This surprises you, you expected a flat out no or for him to even just ignore you.

“I’m not looking for conversation,” you say, shrugging, “just somewhere to sit and read my book while enjoying a milkshake.”

“Depends,” he smirks, folding his hands in front of his laptop, “what flavor milkshake?”

“The best one of course,” you smile back, “chocolate.”

Jughead smiles, actually smiles, and nods.

“Yeah, yeah you can sit,” he says.

You thank him, sliding into the booth and setting your bag next to you. You pull out your book, thanking the waiter as he set down your milkshake.

“Oh, I’m Y/N by the way,” you say, stirring the drink a bit.

“I know.”

You raise your eyebrows, tilting your head to the side.

“You know who I am?”

You remind yourself again that this is Riverdale, probably the smallest town in the world, where everyone knows everyone.

“I know more than you think,” he smiles.

“You take this dark and mysterious thing seriously don’t you?”

“I thought you weren’t looking for conversation?” He raises an eyebrow, half a smirk on his face.

“Touché,” you say, opening your book and settling into the plush seating, sipping occasionally at your milkshake.

This continues for days. Regardless of whether Pop’s is bursting at the seems or it’s just you and him, you always sit together. The two of you sit in that booth, you with a book in one hand and a milkshake in another and Jughead with his laptop on the table and fries next to it.

“You know,” Jughead says one day, fingers still whizzing across the keyboard, “you can sit somewhere else if you want.”

“And ruin the work we’ve been doing?” You smile, “I’m good.”

He stops typing, you feel his eyes on you.

“And what work are we doing exactly?”

“Bonding, Jug,” you say, turning the page.

“Is this what bonding is?”

You look up at him, shrugging.

“What would you call it?”

“Touché.”

Weeks pass, the time you spend at Pop’s growing from a one or two hours into several, your time together stretching into early dusk.

“Hey Jug?” You ask quietly one day, closing your book for once.

He notices, he stops typing, he even half way closes the top of his computer.

“What’s up?”

“How’d you know who I was?” You ask, stirring your milkshake. “That first day…you said you knew who I was before I told you. How?”

“This is Riverdale,” he says, “I think it’s physically impossible to not know someone in this town.”

Jughead opens his mouth to continue, then closes it. You can see the wheels turning in his head.

“I notice things, I notice people,” he resumes finally, “I notice when people are different and you’re different. A good different, but different.”

With that, he raises the lid of his laptop, eyes focusing back on the screen.

“You noticed me?”

He looks back up at you, a smile on his face.

“Course I did.”

When you get to Pop’s one day about a week later, Jughead’s not there, Archie is.

“Oh um…hi,” you say, stopping short in front of the booth.

“Hey, Y/N right?” He asks, motioning for you to sit.

You do.

“Yeah, that’s um…” you shift your weight slightly, feeling uncomfortable, “that’s me.”

“Sorry, this must be awkward,” Archie says with a smile, “I’m Archie.”

“Yeah, I know who you are,” you say before you can stop yourself.

Archie’s eyebrows scrunch up slightly in confusion.

“Sorry, that sounded weird,” you rush, “I just mean, you’re a sophomore on varsity football, the whole school knows who you are.”

Archie smiles a bit, nodding.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” he shrugs, “anyway, Jughead sent me.”

You feel your shoulders relax involuntarily, leaning back into the seat.

“Okay.”

“He had to stay after school, make up a test or something,” Archie explains, “he told me to come tell you that he’d be here though, just a bit late.”

You smile.

“Thanks Archie,” you nod, “that’s really nice.”

“Anytime,” the boy replies, smiling, “look uh…this may sound super weird but um…you and Jughead…is that anything more th-”

“No,” you cut him off, shaking your head, “no we’re…we’re just friends. At least…I think we’re friends. We just…we sit together and we do our own thing. That’s all.”

“I know Jughead, that’s definitely a friendship,” he smiles, “okay, I gotta head back to practice before I’m missed but yeah, he’ll be here.”

With another smile he scoots out of the booth.

“Archie,” you stop him, looking up at his face, “look um…god this is going to sound crazy but…is Jughead…is he seeing anyone o-or som-”

“No,” Archie cuts you off with another smile on his face, “he was, for a bit but…not anymore. Do you like him?”

You’re surprised by his bluntness, your eyes widening a bit.

“I uh…n-no I was just curious,” you shake your head, pulling your book out of your bag, “you better get to practice, don’t want coach to bench you.”

Archie smiles again, always with the smiling, and walks out of the door just as Jughead walks in.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he says, sitting down across from you.

“I didn’t know we had a set schedule,” you smirk, tilting your head slightly, “nice of you to send your friend though.”

Jughead looks at you, a sarcastic smile on his face.

“Didn’t want you to think I stood you up,” he says, pulling out his laptop.  

“Don’t you have to be on a date to get stood up?” You ask, sipping at your milkshake as Pop places a basket of fries in front of Jughead.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” he replies, shrugging.

“So are you telling me that these are dates?”

This time you surprise yourself with your own bluntness, and Jughead as well. He recovers quickly though, the shock on his face only evident for a few brief moments.

“You tell me.”

There it is, his smile, his actual smile. Not a smirk, not some no effort half smile, an actual, full blown, Jughead smile.

Looking back on it, you think that’s when you first knew, when you first realized that you were falling for him.

The rest of the night is spent in silence, well, besides the sound of Jughead’s typing and your book pages begin turned.

You arrive at Pop’s the next day to see Jughead already sitting at the booth, typing furiously. That didn’t surprise you. What did surprise you, however, is the chocolate milkshake already sitting on the table in front of your side of the booth.

“I didn’t see you at school today,” you say, sitting down, “did you skip?”

“Yeah, yeah I um…” he pauses, finishing the sentence he’s typing before looking at you, “I got here this morning because I forgot one of my notebooks and I sat down to finish this paragraph I was on and uh…next thing I knew it was one o'clock in the afternoon so I…figured I’d just stay here.”

“Archie asked me if I knew where you were,” you say, “he came up to me during lunch and asked if I knew if you were sick or not.”

“What did you say?”

“The truth,” you reply, “that I didn’t know.”

Jughead nods, looking back down at his computer screen.

“Jug?” You ask, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

He continues to type, oblivious to your calls of his name.

“Juggie!” You exclaim, finally drawing his attention.

“Sorry, got caught up in the story,” he shakes his head, “what’s up?”

“What’s going on with you?” You ask, sliding your book off to the side. “You seem…I dunno, off.”

“Sorry just um…a lot of stuff on my mind I guess,” he says, shrugging.

“About Jason or…other things?” You ask.

“It’s nothing important.”

“Juggie,” you say softly, sliding your hand across the table to touch his arm, “if it’s bothering you this much, it’s important. You can talk to me, always.”

“We’re friends right?” He asks, closing his computer all the way.

“Yeah, yeah course we are Jug,” you nod, “please, tell me what’s going on.”

And he does, he tells you everything. About his parents splitting up, about his dad being part of the serpents, about his mom taking his sister and leaving, about living at the drive in, about living at the school, everything. And you let him talk, you let him go on for as long as he needs with no interruption, just listening.

“Sorry if that’s a lot but um…I needed to get that stuff off my chest,” he finishes, taking a deep breath, “thanks though.”

“Come stay with me,” the words are out of your mouth before you even think them through, but you don’t take them back, “seriously Jug, my dad’s away on business and my mom won’t care, we’ve got room.”

“No Y/N I can’t expect that from you I do-”

“Juggie, you’re my best friend,” you say, cheeks burning slightly, “please, let me do this for you.”

Jughead looks down, staring your hand touching his, both of your fingers practically intertwined on top of the table.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” He asks after a minute or two silence, looking around the diner, “I don’t want to be any trouble.”

“I’m absolutely positive it’s okay,” you reply, catching his gaze, “but I’m not going to force you.”

“As long as you’re sure,” he says, nodding, “I’d really like to not live under the stairs like Harry Potter.”

You were right, your mom doesn’t care, she even convinces your dad that it’s okay for Jughead to stay with you, and after three weeks of it, you’re convinced it is the single best idea you’ve ever had.

The two of you still spend most of your time at Pop’s, something about the neon lights and plush seating and the constant supply of chocolate milkshakes makes you feel more at home than you do at your actual house. Or maybe Jughead does. Maybe Jughead makes you feel like you’re home.

“Do you ever wonder how some people end up with the worst luck?” He asks one day, eyes never leaving his computer screen as he chews on this thumb nail.

The two of you are going on four hours at Pop’s that day, and you notice that Jughead has barely written anything.

“Are we talking about Jason?” You ask gently, closing the book you were reading and placing it on the table.

“We’re talking about everyone,” he says cryptically, “how some people are born with everything they could ever want available on a silver platter and others are born with nothing, but somehow the golden boy ends up with the worst kind of luck.”

Jughead rarely ever spoke directly about Jason Blossom, you knew by now how to read between the lines of his novel-ish tone of voice.

“I think that it doesn’t matter what you’re born into,” you reply, “I think what matters is the choices we decide to make throughout our lives, and that that’s how we end up with good or bad luck, by the choices we make and by how we live our lives.”

“He never had to make a choice though,” Jughead exclaims, closing his laptop and sliding it out of the way, “that’s the thing, he never in his life had to make one choice for himself and somehow he still ended up murdered.”

His bluntness surprises you, this being one of a few times he directly tells you he’s talking about Jason.

“He did make choices, Jug,” you explain calmly, “everyday, just like you and me. He made the choice to let his parents give him whatever he wanted, he made the choice to follow that stupid book Chuck made up, he made the choice to be with Polly regardless of what his parents said, he made the choice to try and fake his own death so he could be with her without fear of them, he made hard choices, some of them more tough than you and I will ever make in our entire lives.”

Jughead stares at you, and for a minute you think he’s going to get up and leave.

But then he grabs his computer, mumbling a quick thank you under his breath and he begins to type furiously.

That night you’re laying on your bed, Jughead in the guest room across the hall and you can’t help but feel like he’s a million miles away.

You can’t sleep. Grabbing your phone, you squint at the brightness before you’re able to turn it down, looking at the clock.

2:37 am

“He’s probably asleep,” you whisper to yourself as you unlock the device, fingers moving almost on autopilot to Jughead’s message thread.

Can’t sleep, you awake?

You lay the phone on your stomach, staring up at the dark ceiling and willing your body to sleep. The vibration of the device pulls you out of your thoughts.

You okay?

You smile, two simple words causing happiness to bubble up in your stomach.

Yeah, just can’t seem to sleep.

You want to come talk?

If you don’t mind.

You’re always able to come talk to me.

You don’t reply, instead you get up out of your bed, quietly opening your door and then closing it behind you. You take three quick steps across the hallway, opening and closing Jughead’s door as quietly as you did your own.

“Hey,” you say softly, standing in front of the door.

Jughead props himself up on his elbows, the first thing you notice is the lack of a grey beanie upon his head.

“Hey,” he says back in the same tone, “you okay?”

Those two words again, this time sounding even better as you can hear him say it in his own voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you reply, pushing some hair behind your ear nervously.

Why are you nervous? You ask yourself as Jughead motions for you to come join him. It’s only Juggie.

You slide under the covers, but only because the room is cold, and you’re next to him, but only because it’s his room, and his arm is around your shoulders, but only because he’s a good friend and he wants to comfort you.

“Why can’t you sleep?” He asks, rubbing his eye with one hand.

“Did I wake you up?” You ask.

“No I was working on my book,” he explains, pointing at the computer on the bedside table, “don’t change the subject.”

“I dunno…overthinking I guess,” you reply, shrugging a bit.

“About what?”

“Everything I suppose,” you say, “about how if Pop’s wasn’t full that one day or if I had decided not to go then we probably wouldn’t have ever met. About how if I hadn’t continued to sit there we probably wouldn’t have become best friends, about what Archie sa-”

“Archie?” Jughead cuts you off. “What about Archie?”

You curse yourself silently. You didn’t mean to say anything about Archie.

“Nothing, nothing,” you reply quickly, but the look on Jughead’s face told you that he wasn’t going to let it go, “okay um…back that one day when you sent him to Pop’s to tell me that you were going to be late uh…he said that you had been seeing someone but that you weren’t anymore and I was…I guess I was just thinking about who it could’ve been.”

He’s silent, more silent than you’ve ever experienced with the many months of knowing him. Minutes pass, they feel like hours. Finally, you decide to break the silence.

“Juggie?” You whisper.

“Sorry I um…” he shakes his head, raven colored hair flying everywhere, “why were…why were you thinking about that?”

“Curious, I guess,” you explain, “sorry if that seems intrusive or weird or whatever bu-”

“No no it’s…it’s okay,” Jughead replies, wrapping his arm around your shoulders a bit tighter, “it…it was Betty. We had a thing for a few weeks but in the end we decided we were better off as friends.”

“A few weeks?”

“Before I met you, we stopped about two days before that day at Pop’s”

“And are you?”

“Am I what?”

“You and Betty, are you better off as friends?”

“Definitely.”

You nod, falling into silence once again.

This time Jughead breaks it.

“Look I’m not…I’m not good at this whole feelings thing,” he says, “Betty was the first girl I ever really had those types of emotions for but it wasn’t…it wasn’t what I’m supposed to feel. Or rather what I want to feel.”

“Do you know what you want to feel?” You ask, tilting your head up to look at his face.

He looks almost angelic in the pale light streaming through the semi-closed blinds.

“Yes.”

“Do you know anyone that makes you feel like that?”

“Yes.”

The answer comes quick, almost too quick.

“Who?”

Another pause.

“I can’t say.”

Your stomach drops on slightly, but enough for your to feel it nonetheless.

“Oh.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” he rushes, running one of his hands through his hair, “it’s just that I don’t really know how to.”

“You’re a writer, Jug,” you say, “I know you’ll figure out how to tell her. You’re good with words.”

“Not when it comes to these kinds of words,” he laughs lightly, “I don’t want to mess up.”

“Don’t psych yourself out,” you encourage, regardless of the weight on your heart, “maybe you don’t need your words this time, maybe actions is the way to go. I believe in you, I know you’ll figure it out.”

Jughead finally looks at you, dark hair falling in front of his face as it’s still free of the infamous crown beanie.

“Actions?” He repeats.

“Yeah, you know what they say,” you smile, “actions speak louder than words.”

He blinks a few times, it’s almost like you can see the thought processing through his brain.

And then suddenly his hands are cupping your face and his lips are on top of yours, your eyes closing as if they had minds of their own. You’re shocked, who wouldn’t be, but it only takes a fraction of a moment for your mind to kick into gear and then your kissing him back, one hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of his neck.

If I’m dreaming I hope I never ever wake up.

He pulls away too soon for your liking, both your chests rising and falling little faster than usual.

“That thing you said about actions,” he says breathlessly, “I believe it.”

You smile wide, Jughead pressing his forehead against yours.

“You were talking about me?” You ask, still a bit shocked.

Jughead nods a few times, a smile on his face as well.

“I like you, Y/N,” he finally says, “I know that’s not poetic or artistic or anything like that but I just…I don’t have any other words. I really like you.”

You think your face is going to split in half by the giant smile you can’t keep off your face.

“Juggie,” you bite your bottom lip lightly, shaking your head, “god I can’t even tell you how much I’ve been wanting you to say that.”

Jughead’s smile widens and you swear the room brightness a bit.

“I’m really glad you couldn’t sleep tonight,” he whispers, laughing quietly.

“Me too,” you smile even wider, if that’s possible, “Juggie I’m…I’m really really happy right now.”

“God I am too,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “do you maybe want to have dinner with my friends tomorrow? I know they’re going out after the game, I can finally introduce you, properly too.”

“Ooh, dinner with the friends,” you say sarcastically, “I don’t know, you think our relationship is ready for that? We’ve only been together all of five minutes.”

Jughead laughs and you shush him, the two of you falling silent to make sure your parents were still asleep.

“My dad will kill you if you wake him up and he finds us like this,” you whisper, shaking your head, “but in all seriousness, do you think it’ll be awkward for Betty? I don’t want to cause any trouble or anything I know you guys ar-”

“Y/N,” he stops your rambling, a soft smile on his face, “it’ll be fine. Betty and I are good, like I said, we’re better off as friends. Trust me, she’ll be okay. I wouldn’t bring either of you to meet each other if I didn’t think she’d be okay.”

“Okay, I’ll come to dinner with your friends,” you say, “on one condition.”

“Oh god, what?”

“I get to wear the infamous beanie,” you rush out, reaching over Jughead’s body and plucking the hat from on top of is computer.

“Y/N!” Jughead exclaims, trying to grab the hat back from you.

“Hold on hold on,” you say, pushing his hand away.

You put the beanie on your head, smoothing your hair out under it and looking back up at him.

Jughead stops struggling, half a smile on his face.

“Well you do look adorable,” he says, brushing a stray piece of hair off your cheek.

“I wear the beanie tomorrow,” you ask with raised eyebrows.

“You can wear it to dinner,” he compromises, tilting his head to the side.

“Touché.”

Jughead keeps his word, and when the two of you leave your house that evening and head for Pop’s, he takes the beanie off his head and places it on yours, shaking out his hair. Jughead intertwines your fingers together, smiling at you and at how happy you look.

Jughead explains his friends to you, telling you a bit about each one of them as you both walk towards the diner.

“They’re probably going to say something,” he says, “about the beanie.”

“Have any of them ever seen you without it?” You question.

“Archie has, a few times,” he explains, “but other than that, no.”

Jughead’s warnings were a bit understated. In fact, when the two of you walk into Pop’s and find his friends at a booth, it seems all conversation in the entire diner ceases.

“Jug,” one of the girls, Veronica, says, mouthing wordlessly for a few seconds, “you made it, we thought you weren’t going to come for a while.”

“Yeah, yeah we left a bit late,” Jughead shrugs, “guys um…this is Y/N. Y/N, this is…well this is everyone.”

Once the awkward formalities were out of the way and Pop had brought over everyone’s celebratory milkshakes (the football team won that night), everything felt normal.

You laugh at all the jokes, even tell some of your own. You feel like you’ve been part of this group for years, and you know Jughead can tell.

“Hey um…sorry guys I gotta take this,” Jughead says after he pulls out his phone.

“Juggie?” You ask. “Everything okay?”

“What? Yeah,” he replies, “it’s just…it’s my mom. I should take it.”

“Yeah, yeah of course go ahead,” Betty says, “we’ll keep her company,” she smiles at you.

Jughead thanks them, walking out the door to the diner with the phone up to his ear.

“So,” Veronica says, holding her head up with her hands, “you and Jughead.”

You furrow your eyebrows.

“Oh come on, don’t make her spell it out!” Kevin says, “he’s letting you wear his most prized possession for pete’s sake!”

You feel a blush spread across your cheeks, looking down at the half empty milkshake in front of you.

“I think you guys make a cute couple,” Betty says, licking some whipped cream off of her straw.

“Thanks Betty,” you reply, smiling again.

“This is going to sound awkward but uh…” Archie trails off, “has Jug told you anything about what’s going with his family an-”

“Yeah,” you cut him off, “he has. About everything, including his dad and that stuff. He’s um…he’s staying at my house. Has been for a couple weeks.”

Veronica smirks, Betty elbows her in the ribs. Archie and Kevin rolls their eyes at the two girls.

“Hey, I think he’s talking about you,” Kevin says, nodding in Jughead’s direction.

The four of you look over at him, you watch as he talks into his phone with a huge smile on his face, running a hand through his hair to push it back every couple of seconds.

The night draws to a close all too soon, everyone heading back to their houses as you and Jughead walk hand in hand down the asphalt road.

“I think that went really well,” you say, smiling at him.

“I agree,” Jughead says, stopping you both from walking and standing in front of you.

Before you can ask what he’s doing, he places his lips on yours cupping your cheek with one hand while simultaneously tilting your head up. You feel him lift the beanie off of your head, but honestly you don’t really care. He pulls away with a smirk, fixing his hat back on his head.

“Archie,” you say, looking over Jughead’s shoulder.

“Really?” He asks with semi-wide eyes, “that’s what you’re thinking about in the middle of our moment?”

No, god you’re an idiot,” you shake your head, pointing over his shoulder, “Archie’s window, which happens to show Archie watching us right now.”

As soon as Jughead turns around Archie slides his curtains closed, causing you and Jughead to burst out in laughter.

“Did you kiss me just to steal your hat back?” You ask in a fake shocked tone.

“Possibly,” he replies, quirking an eyebrow.

“Touché Jones, touché.”

  • Naruto: Sasuke makes me so mad. I just want to, like, beat him up.
  • Kakashi: Hmm.
  • Naruto: And smash his stupid smirking lips really hard with my mouth.
  • Kakashi: You've just described a kiss.
  • Naruto: *not paying attention* Maybe rip his pants off and spank him. He deserves to be spanked. Arrogant jerk.
  • Kakashi: I think you mean 'naughty boy.'
  • Naruto: And when he's moaning my name like a the weak little bastard he is, I'll- I'll, um... Like...
  • Kakashi: Flip him over and make sweet, tender love to him?
  • Naruto: Sensei, what the fuck.
  • Kakashi: Forget it. I'll just stick to my books.
Closet Artists

Request: “Paladins when s/o can draw and draws a pic of them when the paladin isn’t’ looking. (S/o get’s caught doing art of their partner lol)”

A/N: i live for these

Shiro

  • He finds out when your sketchbook is lying open to some doodles of him and the team
  • Asks you about them
  • A little shocked that you would actually draw him
  • When you show him some more, he almost dies
  • They’re just. so. good?
  • He just loves your art so much

Keith

  • Is rummaging through some stuff to look for something
  • Finds your sketchbook, realizes it isn’t his, but it looks a little familiar and flips it open
  • Is really blushy when you find him looking through it
  • Realizes that this is what you were doing all the times he caught you staring at him
  • Will deny it, but he actually really likes how you draw him

Lance

  • Sees you drawing him while he’s just chilling out
  • Doesn’t say anything, but he starts to pose
  • When/if you realize, will either totally deny it or just, “yeah i’m modeling for you, you can draw and I’m hot.”
  • Doesn’t really see why you’re so embarrassed
  • Assures you that it’s good
  • Loves your style

Hunk

  • He sees your sketches of him when he walks past you when you’re drawing
  • Stops and kinda just… what?
  • Is practically breathing down your neck to look at the sketches
  • Wonders why you’re drawing him
  • And then he’s like, draw me

Pidge

  • She just steals your sketchbook
  • Like you’re asleep and she knows where you keep it and she just looks through it
  • She flips through like every page and finds all the ones of her(probs finds some drawings of Matt in there too)
  • Feels so nice??
  • Like, wow you think I’m interesting enough to draw me
  • Laughs when you freak out
  • Will purposefully turn away/move more when you’re trying to draw her

ignite-my-love  asked:

Hey hun! If you have time and/or want too I would love to see your rowaelin NSFW headcanons please and thank you 😉😏

Hahah it took long enough for this to land in my ask!! I have been waiting!! FINALLY I AM ALIVE AGAIN

I love them so much and I feel like I know them better than feysand, so I have SO much pressure not to screw this up. rip

-After tog 6 I want Rowan to get a new tattoo. He can keep the one for Lyria, but I want him to tattoo the story of Aelin and him, how they are mates, how they won the war together… I then want him to fix Aelins tattoo and she want him to add them being mates to it and the love they found in each other.
Then I want Rowan to teach Aelin the ancient language.

-Aelin curls up against Rowan holding a book on her lap half asleep

-I love to imagine that Rowan is the one to save Aelin with the squadre’s help and Fenry’s help because I think Aelin has saved herself enough and I really want her to learn that more people care about her, and that she’s not along.  When Rowan finds her, shes bloody and exhausted and Rowan just slides down on his knees next to her and is like, “It’s okay, Aelin.  I’m here, Fireheart.” and he brushes away her tears pushes her hair back and lets her hold onto him.  He gets them out of the immediately and when they get back to their safe spot the hug for like 30 minutes without letting go of one another.  Everyone leaves them to it.  They start off sanding, but then Aelin’s knees give out and her brings them to sit and hug each other and thats not close enough so her buries his face in her neck and holds onto her head and they both cry a little and he pulls her into his lap.

-they can never agree on the shower temperature. He likes it colder, aelin likes it warmer, Rowan is always saying that Aelin is burning his skin off.

-sometimes Rowan sneaks up behind Aelin and kisses her and she’s so surprised and happy that something near or behind her get set on fire because yah know😏😏 sparks fly between the two of them 

-Rowan’s signature move is the hand on thigh. VERY high on her thigh

-Aelin is just a territorial as Rowan. One time they were training together and one of the servants at Orynth was eyeing Rowan and Aelin was growling and then goes over and grabs Aelin by his collar and wraps her hands around his neck and pulls him to her and she hardcore makes out with him right there in front of everyone at the palace

-Rowan is definitely a pda guy…. boyyyy those two have no shame.. sex everywhere. beach? done.  against the wall? done.  In their war room? done. Aedion walked in on them once (to be fair they were in a public place) AND HE IS TRAUMATIZED HE CANT LOOK AT EITHER OF THEM FOR 4 MONTHS

-We know from eos that they both love biting each other, but continued with that, Rowan actually melts when Aelin kisses up his neck, its so sensitive and his favorite place to be kissed.

-they both love subtly teasing each other in public while the other one is just FULL of unreleased sexual tension.  It makes for wonderful nights…

-They are both pretty loud actually, Aedion has to move out of the castle because he really just can’t handle it. 

-Fleetfoot sleeps in the bed with them and sits on Rowan whenever possible. 

-Once Rowan gets Aelin back, they find out (because one night Rowan comes to bed later than normal and Aelin is awake waiting for him)  they find out that they actually cannot fall asleep without the other there with them

-Aelin’s ears are like Rowan’s favorite thing??? She loves to kiss that gorgeously muscled neck and he loves her elegantly pointed ears.  When they have a makeout sesh he pulls on her ear lobe with his teeth and kisses underneath and blows cool air on the spot his mouth was on, and her back arches into him and she moans and he pulls her closer.

-lazy days would consist of long naps, not always tangled together just enjoying that the other is getting some needed sleep, bubble baths, Rowan resting his head on her lap while she’d reading a book, her absent minded-ly playing with his short hair

-Rowan loves Aelin’s legs.  They are so long and sexy and he really just can’t control himself.  He loves laying in bed reading and just touching her by wrapping a hand around her thigh, or running his hands up and down her legs.  Aelin likes it because it seems so territorial and as much as she ‘complains’ she really loves when he’s territorial.

-Rowan loves to bury his head between those thighs….

-Rowan and Aelin spar and they both go at it hard, never taking it easy on the other… this leads to very tired and very sweaty, angry sex!

-Rowan loves when things are getting hot an heavy and she’s kissing him and then she bites his lip and then kisses down his chest, making sure to kiss the scar where Asterin’s arrow pierced because that’s when she realized they were mates and its really important to her.

-Sometimes when they have sex it turns into a power play.  What I mean is, it starts off with Rowan on top and then he’s teasing her and she just gets so fed up that she growls and flips them over and rides him.  Rowan secretly loves when she takes charge so he never stops her, besides she’s Aelin she has to be the star of the show.

-Biters!! both of them!! When Rowan is about to come, his face is already buried in Aelins neck and he can’t help but bite down on her skin as the world splits apart around him.  Him biting her neck turns her on so much that she finishes there too, with him.

-They can go at it hard but somehow its still really loving and gentle? idk how they do it but Aelin just caresses Rowans cheek and runs her fingers down his tattoo and he softly kisses her collarbone and shoulder and whatever part of her outstretched arm his mouth can reach(inner forearm, fingers or hand) a silent “I love you.” for them both.

-When Aelin does something cute or is worried about something Rowan just holds her cheeks and kisses her forehead and wraps her in a hug and rests his chin on her hair.

-When they use the carranam bond, they hold hands in between both of their chests and Rowan uses his other hand to wrap around her back and then they both just touch foreheads as she cups his cheek. (someone draw this for me please, i beg you)

-Obviously silent conversation.  due to this there is a lot of unresolved sexual tension.  Aelin just throws Rowan a glance that look like she will eat him alive.  She proves this to him when she gets on her knees later and makes him an un-controllable mess in front of her (extra: his hands fisted in her hair)

-Aelin is not a morning person but Rowan makes it better when he wakes her up with gentle morning kisses.

-He kisses the dip beneath her ear, her jaw, her cheek, her nose (she wakes up then and scrunches her face and he laughs because she’s just so fucking cute in the morning) he kisses her forehead and then lips.  The dip between her collarbones, her shoulder. Literally my boy has no self control and kisses whatever kiss is exposed.

-Rowan is KING OF HICKEYS, but then again so is Aelin.  Hickeys from their bites, hickies on the inside of her thighs, hickies on her breasts. It’s SOOO HARD for the cadre to ignore.

-Rowan has a pretty impressive wingspan ;)

-Sometimes Aelin shaves Rowan… bc domestic fluff is something they excel at

-Hand holding all the time, Rowan as no problems holding her hands at all times because it reassures her, and as cocky as she is, she likes to know that he is there too.  He does that thumb brush thing and it calms her down instantly

-When Aelin has nightmares and wakes up thrashing in bed, Rowan jolts up and wraps his arm around her so that she can’t hurt herself and pulls her close and kisses her spine and back and rests his cheek against her burning hot back while she calms down. 

-They sit up in bed and she buries her face in his chest and sobs because she missed him so much while she was away and she’s so glad they are both okay, he rubs little circles on her forearms and hums a little song becasue he knows that music calms her down

-When Rowan has nightmares the are desperate.  He wakes up so terrified. It takes him like an hour before he can lay back down.  He see horrible nightmares of what Maeve used to make him do to prisoners and imagines Aelin as that person instead.  He touches his forehead to hers and she holds his cheeks and he runs his hands down her arms, her stomach, her breasts, her back, her legs just trying to make sure that she is OKAY and that she not hurt of bleeding or something.

-clothes.  Aelin pretty much shares Rowan’s closet becasue she wears his clothes so much.  Literally everything.  Jackest: done, (whenever they are on the battle field or traveling she always has his scarf and one of his jackets on)  When they are home she literally only sleeps in 3 times… naked, his favorite shirts, or when she wants to scandalize him; one of her nightgowns.

-Rowan loves seeing her stumble around their house in the morning with his boxers on and his favorite shirt because she looks so cute and sexy at the same time and he gets so much male satisfaction and pride when she wears his things.  Also her legs looks hella good in his shirts

-Aelin still loves washing his hair and when they take baths together he just leans back and lets her do it and she is like, crazy gooddddd at massaging his head at the same time. (have you ever gone to the hairdressers and they massage your head while washing it at the same time? its HEAVEN)

-Rowan also loves when she just lounges around the house and their bed in her underwear because he loves her body and shes just so relaxed

-Because she loves everything elaborate they are always really stunning lace pieces (she has them in assassin and the desert, so this is hardcore canon)

-He keeps that dragon dress because he loves it so much

-When Aelin cries he gets so upset because he doesn’t like seeing her hurt.

-As much as he doesn’t like chocolates, he finds them and gifts them to her on her birthday along with a chocolate cake he makes (he’s actually a really good baker)

-Aelin loves kissing Rowan’s chest, she does it when he’s sad and whenever he’s standing shirtless in their kitchen

-Rowan sleeps with boxers on or pajama bottoms only, NEVER a shirt.

-Rowan is like a furnace when he sleeps and Aelin doesn’t understand how? becasue she has the fire magic and he has wind so you would think that means he would be cooler.  Nope

-LOTS AND LOTS OF BLANKETS. they love to be cozy

-Aelin loves just laying on top of Rowan sometimes and playing with his hair and resting her head on his chest.

-She is usually the little spoon but sometimes they break apart during the night and she wraps her arms around Rowan and kisses his back.

That’s all I have unfortunately. I wish I cold keep writing more.  If you have any ideas reblog them with this, or send them to me and I’ll try to write another one.

I hope this met your expectations, reblog and let me know what you think please!

I love them and they don’t get enough credit!!

-Helena

xxxx

Close as Strangers: Chapter 12

Close as Strangers: Chapter 12

Word count: 5.7k

Genre: High School au, angst, smut  

Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven


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Little things about f!Shenko from ME3 that I love:

  • The way Kaidan looks with muted longing and respect each time he sees Shepard. It’s like an advanced version of ME1′s puppy eyes: his adoration and admiration is still there, but it’s tangled up in the darkness that lies between them.
  • The way they chuckle when they banter to each other after they reconcile on the Presidium, and in their lighter conversations thereafter.
  • The way he holds her hand to his* face each time she cups his cheek as if he’s making sure she’s really there and he wants to hold a part of her to him.
  • THE WAY HE KISSES HER HAND WHILE HOLDING IT TO HIS FACE ARE OYU KIDDING ME THAT’S MY JAM BIOWARE
  • The sure and simple way he says how he loves her “‘til the end of time.” It’s not a declaration or grandstanding, it’s a statement of absolute fact. Shepard is It. Always was, always will be.
  • the LOOK OF HORROR ON HIS FACE AS HE PLEADS WITH HER “DON’T LEAVE ME BEHIND”
  • HIM HOLDING OUT HIS HAND AS SHE STEPS AWAY FROM HIM BECAUSE HE STILL WANTS TO HOLD ONTO A PART OF HER
  • Him trying to be all suave and impressive in the kitchen but he gets so flustered just to have her nearby that he creates a very likely kitchen emergency
  • Basically just everything about f!Shenko that flips the het romance dynamic of “flustered head-over-heels starry eyed woman falls for a capable, charming, tough man“ into a flustered starry eyed MAN falling for the capable, tough woman because that is EVERY SHIP I LOVE IN EVERYTHING EVER
  • the way he pitches his voice lower into that husky rasp when he’s being sexually suggestive i mean r u kiddin me, u can get it all day every day, alenko
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Request? Yes:

Omg please write something about harry and his missus boobs I’m dying for it


Harry has been in a mood since the moment he woke up, hands roaming your body under the sheets, cupping the underneath of your breasts, lips sponging over the back of your neck. He woke you up with his feely touches, much to your annoyance.

“Harry, leave me alone,” you mumbled, rolling away from him. The two of you were out late last night and had a long day ahead of you. You needed all the shut eye you could get.

“Jus’ wan’ some cuddles, love,” he complained with a tired whine, fingers snaking over your hip in an effort to pull you back to him.

“No, you don’t. Let me sleep.” You had to shove his hands away twice more before he finally relented, climbing out of bed to get ready for the day. You were thankful for the peace, but no matter how hard you tried, there was no getting back to sleep.

Now, here you are, yawning through the doorway after a busy schedule of meetings and catch-ups, toeing off your shoes in the entryway. Your feet lead you to the couch where you collapse onto your back, eyes resting closed. A wave of relieved bliss washes over you until it’s broken once more.

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