I’ve been in love before, it’s like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes then forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love.
Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
This is kinda random but this idea has been stuck in my head: what if mc just liked to go out and sit on the roof at night to look at the stars and one night their s/o catches them (I'd imagine Jumin would flip his Shit tbh)
need some cute ass fluff in my life so im doing this sorry
when he first finds MC, he doesnt say anything
he just stares at them, smiling
god, i am so lucky
how can just the mere sight of someone make me so, so happy?
i swear to god, i’ll never get tired of this view…
“hey there, cutie. you looked cold”
Yoosung sits down beside MC, wrapping his arms around them along with a blanket
they’re both inside the blanket together, snuggling on the roof while MC stares up at the stars and Yoosung looks mostly at them
he rests his head on MC’s shoulders and closes his eyes, soaking up the moment with them
“Yoosung? you’re not gonna fall asleep, are you?”
as Yoosung answers he wraps both arms around MC, smiling and breathing in the night air deeply
“so what if i do? even sleeping on the roof is warm with you~”
MC giggles a little and pulls the blanket over him more, resting their head on his
he sees MC and instantly has to join them
“hey baby, whatchya doin?”
he would catch them by surprise and talk in a cute voice
“oh, Zen! i was just looking up at the stars…”
“do you care if i join you?”
MC scoots over and pats the space next to them
“of course not!”
so Zen climbs out to the roof and sits next to MC, putting an arm around them and rubbing their arm in an attempt to warm em up
him and MC look up at the sky together in silence for some time before Zen decides to turn his attention to MC
after a few seconds of staring, they turn to look at Zen, too
“what is it?”
Zen looks into their eyes for a second of two, smiling, and leans forward to kiss them
MC can feel the smile in his kiss, and shudders a little when his hand touches their face
“nothing, i just wanted to do that” Zen says almost mater-of-factly through his smile, then turns back to the night sky
MC gets all flustered even though kissing Zen is something they do all the time, and he pulls them closer, running his fingers through their hair
as soon as she sees MC, she runs into her room to grab a jacket
“MC, what are you doing on the roof? do you need a jacket?”
Jaehee awkwardly climbs on the roof and drapes the jacket over their shoulders
“i was just looking at the stars, Jaehee! sorry if i worried you…”
“im just worried about you getting sick”
“i know, i know…”
they sit in silence for a few moments before Jaehee speaks up again
“you know, they way you look at the night sky is quite endearing”
MC feels warm suddenly
Jaehee scoots closer to MC, wrapping an arm around them
she quickly pecks their cheek before looking up at the stars again
oh my god, what is MC doing out there?!
they’re going to catch a cold like that!
“darling? why are you on the roof at this time of night? and in your pajamas?”
when MC turns their face is red, and they nervously pushing some loose hairs behind their ear
“oh, J-Jumin! i was just looking up at the starts…they’re so pretty tonight”
Jumin’s heart softens with MC’s words, and his concerned look instantly melts into a smile
“well if they’re as pretty as you say, i’d like to see them myself”
this is where Jumin Han, still wearing his suit, awkwardly climbs onto the roof through the window
MC giggles as they watch him
“okay, im here”
Jumin tries to fix his hair, smirking at MC in response to their joke
he takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over MC’s shoulders
he sits next to MC, hugging his knees as they stare up at the night sky
as much as he wants to join them, he just cant take his eyes off of MC for even a second
“Jumin! you arent even looking up!”
he hadnt even realized he was staring
he reaches out, pulling MC close to him and wrapping an arm around their shoulder
“i guess i just love the way the stars look reflected in your eyes”
as Jumin pulls MC in, he places a soft, warm kiss on their cheek, then nestles his head into their neck
the sensation tickles MC a bit, but they just kiss his head and continue to look up at the stars
“come here often?”
when MC turns toward the window they see Seven leaning out of it, his arm resting on the window sill
“only when there arent any clouds”
Seven climbs onto the roof as if he’s done it a million times
“i like to come out here too, but mostly just to get away from you”
MC smiles and playfully pushes on Seven’s arm
Seven responds by wrapping both arms around MC and pulling them in between his legs
he unzippes his jacket, then zips it back up around the both of them, hugging MC from behind inside the big hoodie
“what the heck are you doing?”
“you looked cold! what else was i supposed to do?”
Seven rests his chin on MC’s shoulder, looking up with them
he points out stars, planets, and constellations
he even has this cute trick where he knows where all the letters of the alphabet are in the sky, so he can spell MC’s name in the stars
after taking about stars and space and aliens for awhile, Seven decides to end the conversation by littering MC’s cheek, neck, and shoulder with little kisses
“love you so, so much. you know that, right?”
MC awkwardly cranes their neck so they can look at Seven
“i love you too, more than anything”
Seven places a small, uncomfortable kiss on MC’s lips before they turn around again, and he wraps his arms around them even tighter and pulls then closer as he returns to resting his chin on their shoulder
can u tell how much a crave physical affection? lol
Summary: Sam freaks out a little about growing older. You comfort him.
Word Count: 1900ish
Warning: standard smut, a little dirty talk
A/N: Hope y’all enjoy this one! XOXO
It’s the little things.
Sam starts an intense multivitamin regimen in the mornings. He cuts back on the beer. He tries his best to start sleeping five or six hours instead of the usual four.
You get it. You aren’t twenty-one years old anymore either. Sore muscles take a couple of days longer to heal, too many beers at dinner makes you feel awful the next day, and you just simply don’t have the stamina you used to.
Sam is just trying to ward off middle-age as long as he can, despite the fact that he’s not even there yet.
snowbaz soulmates au where the ink you write on your skin appears on your soulmate's skin and vice versa
Okay, I really let my imagination run away with my words here. :D I really love this trope. But what if we took this a step further? What if, instead of soul mates, this was actually a spell that could be used to communicate with someone from far away?
Sometime around seventh year, this spell is taught in Magickal Words. And you get forced with a partner to learn it. Baz and Simon get partnered up, of course. And Simon botches the spell and makes it relatively permanent.
At first, neither of them really do anything about it. Simon might occasionally draw a stupid face or something on his arm just to piss off Baz. But Baz makes certain to no longer make notes to himself on his skin. It’s like this for almost a month. Until Simon goes on a mission for the Mage, and he receives dozens of cuts all over his arm and a few across his chest. It isn’t until he’s checking his cuts on his way back that he notices something written on his wrist.
Snow. Are you hurt?
Simon is really confused by this at first. Because why on earth would Baz be writing to him when he never has before? He immediately searches for a pen.
I’m fine, he writes back. Why? His handwriting is atrocious compared to Baz’s.
Suddenly, all these small arrows start appearing on Simon’s skin, each one pointing to his cuts. He looks under his shirt at his chest; there are some there, too.
I’m covered in scars, appears underneath his writing.
Fuck. It suddenly makes sense. He must have really fucked up the spell, and now Baz is getting all these marks on his skin where Simon’s cuts are.
I was cut, Simon writes. Do they hurt you?
Not much, Baz writes back. Be careful next time.
Simon doesn’t write back. He doesn’t know what to say. They don’t speak about it at all when he gets back. Nothing happens again until a few weeks later, over Christmas break.
Simon is sitting on his bed at Watford, trying to enjoy the quiet, when a large scar appears along the side of his neck and over his collarbone. He doesn’t notice it immediately, but begins to feel a burning sensation there. It isn’t until he goes into the bathroom to shower that he sees it. It terrifies him to see such a scar that large. He immediately runs out of the bathroom and grabs a pen.
Baz, what happened?
Dueling. The reply is almost instant.
Did you lose?
This almost makes Simon shiver. Baz so easily admitting defeat. In the form of one beautifully written word on his skin.
Simon walks back to the bathroom and stares at the scar in the mirror. It still burns. Burns like magick. Baz must have been hit pretty hard to have a scar left like this. He traces it up and down, wondering what it must look like against Baz’s grey skin.
Does it hurt? Came another set of words on the back of his hand.
It burns, Simon writes. Are you in pain?
I can handle it, forms along his right hand. Simon snorts at this. Of course Baz would be ambidextrous. Simon searches along his arm for a place to write but it’s all full of words. He then looks down at his legs. He’s wearing boxers, so he can write there. He’s not sure if Baz will see it immediately, but he decides to write there anyway.
I’m not left-handed, Baz, he writes. And then because of the extra space on his leg, he adds, I can’t write on my right arm.
So you decide to write on your leg instead? Idiotic, Snow. The reply appears on Simon’s leg, right under his own words. And it was almost instant again. Simon tries not to wonder if Baz is actually wearing pants at this moment.
You wrote on your own leg too, Simon writes.
To prove a point that it’s idiotic.
How is it idiotic if you’re doing it too?
There isn’t an instant reply this time, and Simon realizes they’ve written all the way from his knee cap to the top of his thigh. Something they could only do if they’re both not wearing pants. Simon really tries not to think about it.
(I don’t know what this was, I’m sorry. But maybe I’ll turn it into a real fic one day :D)
Robbie being unintentionally good at dealing with the children’s flaws.
Stingy claims everything as his? Robbie figures he’d never had something that was truly his and helps him make his own clothes. That are his only, have only ever been his and were made specifically for him.
Trixie causes trouble left and right? She needs attention, she is bored. So he entertains her and puts her in charge of something so she can feel important.
Ziggy is obsessed with sweets? Let him eat all the candy he wants. After a day of stomach pain and nausea he’ll never want so much candy again. Some things you have to experience to know they’re not good for you.
Pixel doesn’t like social interactions and sometimes spends hours playing video games right until the next morning? Robbie teaches him ways how to cope with being an introvert and feeling overwhelmed by sensations and explains things to the other children so they can be considerate. As for the gaming, the power goes out suspiciously often lately…
And what about Stephanie? Well, sometimes she can be a bit forceful and stubborn and can’t see other people’s side of the argument. So Robbie, simply by telling her no and annoyedly pointing out the things she missed/ignored, helps her be less narrow-minded.
And he does all of that unintentionally. He just does it without second thought, as if that’s normal and obvious while Sportacus stands flabbergasted and very much in love.
♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.
Hi! I want to recommend a historical fic titled Blackbird by sixpence on AO3. It's a WW2 story that is thoroughly researched. I want to ask if you have any recommendation on any other well-researched historical fanfiction? Thank you!
Hi! Thanks for these requests (and the rec)! I have a few historical fics up my sleeve, hopefully these fit what you’re asking!
(I’ve made royalty AU, so this will be everything but royalty! ☺️ You can find my royalty AU list here!)
Blackbird by sixpences, Mature, 24k (WIP) Captain Victor Nikiforov, an intelligence operative for the NKVD, has been trapped in Berlin by the German invasion of the USSR. Posing as a Nazi industrialist, his days are spent charming information out of Axis diplomats to try and keep the Red Army fighting another day. Yuuri Katsuki, a foreign-educated bureaucrat in the Japanese Embassy, has secrets of his own concealed beneath his unremarkable demeanour. When he uncovers Victor’s real identity, it will alter the course of both of their lives forever. WWII AU! This fic is so amazing!!!!
Masks offby 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. Late-19th century AU! One of my favourites, thumbs up!
For The Sake of You by anglmukhii, Explicit, 4.9k He was a dancer. And Victor was the Emperor. There would always be a thick boundary that separated them. And no matter how hard Victor tried to erase it, it would always be there. Victor, however, doesn’t see it that way. Byzantine Empire time period AU! SO good!
the death of a bachelor by exile_wrath, Teen, 9.1k (WIP) In which Yuuri is a bartender with a thing for the hot patron which could probably kill him but also wants to have sex with him. To be fair, Yuuri is pretty down to sleep with him too. 1920s mafia AU! OMG!
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
what remains of the dance by dyules, Gen, 1.6k Viktor Nikiforov, head butler of Feltsman Court, falls in love with the visiting young viscount’s new dancing master. Victorian AU!
Casablanca on Ice by richardnixon, Teen, 6.4k (WIP) It’s the middle of WWII in Casablanca, Morocco. An American expatriate, Victor, makes a generous living for himself as a nightclub owner, and everything changes one night when his ex-flame Yuri walks into his club. LOVE!
The crane and the swan by mintyrosetea, Mature, 29k (WIP) March 1959: FIGURE SKATING WORLD CHAMPION Viktor NIKIFOROV from U.S.S.R. completed his short program yesterday with a very good score of 92.2. After the program, the Soviet skater was assisted in taking on his skate covers by the Japanese skater Yuuri KATSUKI before the latter stepped onto the ice for his program. WOW THIS IS AMAZING!
Welcome Aboard Eros, Commander by IdunAurora, Teen, 5.7k Commander Nikiforov is frustrated. For years, he has been chasing Eros, the most elusive pirate ship to ever sail the Seven Seas, and its even more elusive captain, whom it appears no one has ever been able to lay their eyes on. Awesome pirate AU!
Love in Exile by MartyMuses, Not Rated, 21k (WIP) Once a well know ballet dancer in St. Petersburg, Victor Nikiforov finds himself exiled to Sakhalin Island as a political convict in 1881. Strange circumstances lead his path to cross that of a young Japanese man, one of the very few still living on the island.
A Many-Splendored Thing by FilletteRevolutionnaire, Teen, 1.3k (WIP) Star dancer Victor Nikiforov of the Paris Opera Ballet, on top of the world and looking for a new challenge, is looking for a protege. He makes a bet with a colleague that he could turn anyone into a sensation – even someone as meek and unremarkable as that quiet young man with the Japanese performers. Late 19th century AU! Love it!
Blame Phichit by whydoyouask, Mature, 1k Victor and Yuuri, both well known athletes, meet in a symposium a night before the olympics. Things happen that neither of them regret -even though Chris was present. What will happen when they compete against each other the next day? Ancient Greece AU! LOL THIS IS GREAT AHHAHAH
Death of a Bachelor by HQ_Wingster, Teen, 10k (WIP) What if Yuuri and Viktor had met before in a past life? When they meet in the present, the past feelings fall upon their hearts. WWII to present day fic!
sexual themes with smut in the next chapters, mentions of past unhealthy relationship
☆ word count → 2.1k
☆ summary → When the nation’s little sister, IU, gets into a huge scandal, your agency seizes the opportunity to thrust you into that now vacant spotlight. Your self-composed song Paper Doll becomes an overnight sensation, and soon people are itching to find out who was the one who broke your heart. All hell breaks loose once netizens discover that you used to date popular idol, Jeon Jungkook. Little do they know that it wasn’t him who left the relationship unscathed
it was you.
↳ alternatively: a story on the consequences of a hit break-up song
→pt i |pt ii | pt iii| pt iv (coming soon!)
☆ a/n → so basically this is me being coerced into writing jjk smut edit: pt i is more of a prologue
[+11,435; -2,003] this really breaks my image of him… proves how you can’t judge someone from their personality on camera
[+9,386; -1,983] all this time he was pretending to be super innocent haha all those stupid fangirls throwing money at him blindly must be going crazy
[+5,903; -1,234]i mean everyone goes through break-ups, but he was cosplaying as an innocent guy who was scared of skinship with girls all these years.. lmao he’s super shamel–
The words on the screen in front of him all blurred and bled into one big stain. He quickly scrolled through the hundreds and hundreds of comments, each more condemning than the last. A steady pressure was building in his ears, until the only thing he could see or feel were the accusations of a faceless crowd, all jeering at him loudly, fingers pointed.
It was as if his entire life flashed in front of his eyes right then, and he could suddenly recall every inconsequential and significant thing that had shaped his life the past seven years
– the hours and hours spent in front of the mirror rehearsing the same steps over and over again, the taste of soggy ramen Hoseok hyung had let overcook last week, the screams of fans, the sound of his alarm clock, the look on your face when you told him it was over. There was no chronology to the kaleidoscope of fleeting glimpses of his past.
“What,” he breathed, hands shaking, eyes wide and disbelieving as his phone fell with a clatter on the table. He desperately wanted to ignore reality, but the stares that were all focused on him kept him grounded to the present.
Of course his first scandal would be linked to you.
Oh that's simple Delirious, sex is a sensation caused by temptation when a guy puts his location into a girl's destination, causing the next population of the next generation. Is that a good explanation or do you need a demonstration~?
oh my god. so do you ever tweet something stupid like “a yoi vampire au where victor let yuuri bite him during the sochi banquet”, and then your entire tl gangs up on you and makes you contemplate this in vivid detail until words come out.
Everyone knew that Yuuri Katsuki was a vampire.
It wasn’t much of a problem, these days. Viktor had had a vampire rinkmate once, when he’d just moved up to the junior division. Ivan hadn’t been any stronger or faster, and he’d only shrugged when Viktor asked about the blood.
“It’s like – wanting ice cream,” he’d tried to explain. “It’s good if you have it, but you don’t need it, yes?”
That’s what centuries of defensive breeding did for you. Humans far outnumbered vampires, after all.
So Yuuri Katsuki was a vampire, which didn’t mean as much as “Yuuri Katsuki has level 4 spins but can’t land a quad Salchow,” and Viktor wouldn’t have thought any more about it except that Yuuri Katsuki placed sixth at the Grand Prix Final in Sochi and got very drunk at the banquet, after.
Hey Caroline! So um I know this is kinda weird, but would you tell me so cute, happy hcs? (about anything omgcp really, but bonus if its zimbits or about kent pason) I had a horrible day and it looks like its going to be like that the whole week :( However, please dont feel any pressure to reply. I hope you have a nice day/week!
Aw hon =( sorry to hear your week has been rough, but to cheer you up let me tell you about Biscuit, the dog the haus adopts during Jack and Shitty’s last year.
They find him curled up with the dirty laundry, and you know that dog must have been desperate if he decided to curl up with the dirty laundry, he is a skinny thing and desperate for some loving, but a little shy around the loud hockey people.
It’s Jack who manages to coax him out by accident, since he’s the only one ignoring the dog and trying to get everybody else to finish getting ready so they can go to practice.
While the team is ignoring him and loudly arguing what they should do, the dog approaches Jack and sits next to him. Jack looks at the dog, the dog looks at Jack, Bitty notices it and pulls his phone.
“You are interrupting practice,” Jack informs the dog.
The dog wags its tail. Jack bends down to pet it. Bitty bites his tongue not to cry about how precious they look together. He gets closer to them and the dog looks at him suspiciously.
“This is Bitty,” Jack says gesturing for him to get closer, “we like Bitty.”
Bitty’s heart gives up, because omg. Jack doesn’t notice.
“Bitty this is,” Jack pauses, “Biscuit.”
“Biscuit?” repeats Bitty amused, and Jack blushes, “it’s a good name.”
Jack and Bitty end up leaving and taking the dog to the vet, who promises to let them know how Biscuit is progressing. Jack and Bitty get a glimpse of the cages, of Biscuit frightened body language and they exchange a look.
They return to the haus with Biscuit, technically they signed up to be a foster home for him while a forever home was found, but Jack discreetly called them a week after to tell them they were keeping the dog.
Maybe it was because of Lardo and how she found dog-friendly paints and created a whole exhibition with the help of Biscuit.
Or maybe because of Shitty, who had finally found somebody who didn’t mind cuddling with him when he was in his underwear.
Perhaps Ransom and how he would pet Biscuit instead of shutting down and curling up under the table.
Or Holster watching TV and going into a very in-depth analysis of all his favourite animals on entertainment.
Or the frogs, who would play in the backyard with the dog for hours.
Possibly Bitty, and how he would heard him talking to Biscuit at odd hours of the night (or baking dog-friendly baked goods instead of pies.)
But more likely, because when he felt that tight sensation over his chest, Biscuit would suddenly show up and quietly sit down next to him till he felt like he wasn’t crawling out of his skin.
Then again, it could be because of how the dog learned to play fetch with the pucks on the ice and how much he loved going to practice with the team and watching till it was over and he was allowed on the ice; it was obvious that Biscuit was another member of the team and Jack liked to keep all his teammates close.
And if maybe sometimes he imagined himself, Biscuit and a certain blond baker living together at their own place, that was Jack (and Biscuit’s) secret to keep.
“I don’t know what you’re on about, Reginald. I found my soulmate a long time ago.”
“Oh, really?” He smirked at the girl “Who is it? Don’t try to say that it’s Keller because we all know he’s Moose’s soulmate.”
“I don’t need to prove anything to you, Reggie. If you don’t mind, I’ve got a lesson to get to.” (Y/N) forced a smile before walking off.
Almost as if it was instinct he followed her, quick on her heels. “Don’t bullshit me, (L/N). Prove to me that I’m not your soulmate.”
“Reggie, I really don’t want to disappoint you, I’m so sorry that I’m not her.”
“Then prove it to me. Write something, pinch yourself. Whatever, just prove it to me because God knows how long I’ve been looking for my soulmate.”
(Y/N) frowned, looking up at Reggie. He looked down at her, seeing the remorse in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Reginald, but you’ll find her soon.”
Reggie watched as (Y/N) walked off, feeling more determined to figure out who his soulmate was. He wasn’t going to give up that easy.
There were three moments of weakness that led to (Y/N) almost revealing herself to Reggie. The first was when he wrote to her on his birthday, claiming that his parents had argued and that his birthday wasn’t the same as when he was younger.
‘i know u dont reply but its my birthday :D’
‘my mom and dad argued in front of all my friends, soulmate. it was so embarrassing! i want it to be like my eighth birthday :(’
Looking down at her arm and the pen that she held in it, she fought her urge to reply to his message written on the back of her left forearm. She could feel the sadness that ran through his body. She could feel the pain in his chest as he wrote the words on his arm.
“Mom, he’s hurt” she frowned “He’s not allowed to be sad. It’s his birthday. Mom, it really hurts. I can’t breathe.”
“(Y/N), sweetheart, you’re worried for him. It’s what comes with soulmates.” Her mother paused for a while “You and your soulmate are not only soul-bound but you’re also physically bound to each other. You have a rare bond and never, ever take it for granted because it’ll, one day, be useful to you.”
The second time it happened was during freshman year, when Reggie had sprained his wrist so bad during training that the pain of it had woken (Y/N) up from her nap. She held her wrist as if it was on the brink of snapping off, fighting the tears back. Reggie had written multiple apologies, her arm was practically covered in his messy writing.
‘oh my god! im so sorry, soulmate.’
‘im so so SO sorry!’
’:( i hope i didnt hurt u too much :(’
She felt the pain that rushed up his arm with every apology he wrote. She picked up a pen that lay on top of the books that sat next to her on her bed, clicking it before dropping it and walking towards the bathroom to erase the proof of her soulmate.
The following day, she approached him, with all intentions of wishing him a speedy recovery, in the hallway as he stood leaning against his locker. She noticed and felt that his arm had been wrapped up tightly in a bandage or maybe it was just the pressure of the bandage on her own arm “Twinning?” he raised his eyebrow at her, as he noticed “What did you do?”
“Oh, I-I, kinda, fell down the stairs?”
Reggie let out a small laugh “Is that a question or is that what actually happened?”
“God, I cannot stand you, Reginald. Hope your arm gets better soon. Don’t want number fourteen off the team for too long.”
“Was that a compliment? You know what, I’ll take that as a compliment.” He smirked as she let out a scoff
The final time was on her birthday. No one had remembered it and she was sat in her room wallowing in self pity. There was no writing on her skin, nothing. Not even Reggie could feel the emotion running through her veins. She picked up a pen and pressed it against her skin, ready to write:
‘hi, can we talk???’
but instead she dropped it and crawled into her bed, pushing the space bar on her laptop so it would play her scratched DVD of ‘A Walk to Remember’.
(Y/N) frowned as she sat on the bleachers watching the bulldogs train for their upcoming game. Her eyes were locked on Reggie’s form, watching him as he caught the ball from afar. “God, (Y/N), you’re so two-faced. I love it.” Veronica exclaimed.
“One minute, you’re all ‘Reginald, don’t be so egotistical, I hate you.’ the next you’re drooling over him and can’t even take your eyes off him.” Betty added.
“Oh my God! I’m friends with a group of idiots!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “He’s my soulmate, I’m allowed to drool over him.”
“Who’s your soulmate?” Reggie asked, including himself in the conversation. “I’m pretty sure that’s me. Talk to you tonight, (L/N).” He winked as he made his way back towards the field.
“Don’t count on it, Reginald!” she shouted back, a grin spread across her face.
“God, just fuck already.” Kevin shouted after him.
The tickling sensation grew on her left forearm, meaning only one thing. Reggie was at it again.
'so, ready to admit that ur my soulmate?’
She rolled her eyes, ignoring the ink on her arm and continued to solve the algebraic question in front of her.
'ur not writing back b'cos u know im right ;)’
Ignoring him once again, she picked up her makeup remover and rubbed the ink off.
Reggie groaned after seeing the ink disappear from his arm. “What if (Y/N) is telling the truth? She’s probably not my soulmate. I mean my soulmate hasn’t written back.”
Moose and Chuck looked at each other before smacking Reggie around the back of his head. “Don’t be such a dick, Mantle. D'ya know how unlikely it would be for your soulmate and (Y/N) to hit their hips at the same time, unless your soulmate is, maybe, I don’t know, (Y/N)?”
The trio sat in silence, for awhile as Reggie took in the words of his friends, until Chuck broke the silence with the words “Dude, she literally calls you Reginald.”
“And?” Reggie said, confusion laced in his voice.
“You’d punch me if I even attempted to call you Reginald.” Chuck frowned.
“I’d punch you because you’re a dick.”
The following day, (Y/N) tried her hardest to avoid Reggie, but with their clashing schedules it was practically impossible. She sighed as she once again caught him looking in her direction, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Need something, Reginald?”
He shook his head and turned back to face the front, before turning back to face her again “Actually, yes, I do need something from you, (L/N). I need you to prove to me that you’re not my soulmate.”
Just before she could reply the bell had rang, signalling that it was the end of the school day. “I’ll see you later, (Y/N).” Reggie shouted after her.
She sat at her desk, tapping her pen against it, as she, yet again, procrastinated her biology questions. Her phone vibrated, signalling an incoming call from Kevin. As soon as she answered, she was met with her best friend screaming down the phone. “I’m on my way over to pick you up! We’re going to Moose’s party.”
He picked up a grape before throwing it in the air and attempting to catch it in his mouth, failing as his eyes locked with Archie, who was stood next to (Y/N), his arm around her shoulder. Reggie pushed himself from the couch and strode his way over to (Y/N) and her red-haired friend.
“Hey, Andrews. Mind if I borrow (Y/N) for a second?”
“Sure, dude. Just don’t do anything stupid!”
Reggie took (Y/N)’s hand in his, pulling his hand away from hers when he felt a spark at the skin to skin contact. He looked at (Y/N), instantly apologising. Her mind flickering over to the time he sprained his wrist and covered her arm in ink-stained apologies.
“What do you want, Reginald?” she said, sending a genuine smile at him for the first time in weeks. Reggie positioned himself in front of her so he could face her. He noted down everything about (Y/N). The way her eyes shone almost as if they were a spotlight and the way she would crinkle her nose every time she let out a laugh.
She looked into his eyes and nodded. She didn’t need to know what he wanted to ask, she already knew.
“I want,” He paused, inching closer to her “you to,” He was so close to her, she could feel his breath on her cheek “prove it.” By now, there was no distance between them, everything around them seemed to disappear. The smell of alcohol and cologne on him intoxicated her, if she were to pull away now, she would’ve craved the scent. If she pulled away now, she would’ve craved him. Using his right arm he tilted her head up, their lips meeting. She was taken by surprise at the softness and warmth of his lips, she had expected it to be horrendous, something that she would forget in later life; how could she when everything he did was near-perfection? As they pulled away, they stood, their foreheads leaning against each other, eyes still closed.
(Y/N) smiled at the boy in front of her. She looked over at the coffee table, picking up the pen that lay underneath the pile of red solo cups, writing on her arm:
Groaning in pain as your back slammed against the gym mat for the thirteenth time that hour, you steadied your movements to a gradual stop as you tried to catch your breath, admitting defeat and throwing your hands up to surrender, the burning sensation in your ribs growing impossibly hotter. Jackson stood above you, looking down at your body with an amused grin as you almost cried in agony. Again. This was your fifth self defence lesson and yet there you were, laying on the ground begging him to stop. Again.
“You know the whole fucking idea of self defence if that you’re supposed to defend yourself from the attacker, right?” He kicked his head back as he laughed at your struggle with no guilt or consideration lingering beneath mocking tone.
He was right. You’d never felt so weak before, so vulnerable and pathetic as your bruised body barely managed to get to it’s feet so you could look him in the eye. “You’re not teaching me anything! You’re just hitting me!” You protested as you limped away from him to grab a well deserved drink of water. Bending down to get inside your gym bag was the very definition of pain, your body felt like you’d been hit by a truck and battled with a shark in the same day.
“Rule number two; always be on guard. You’re expecting me to tell you my every fucking move, my training isn’t about that. It’s about heightening your senses, knowing your surroundings, spotting your attackers weaknesses before it’s too late…” He spoke calmly as he quietly walked up behind you, earning you to turn around and catch his fist before it could strike your ribcage. “Well would you look at that? You actually learned something. See; I don’t just hit you for the sake of hitting you.” Jackson smirked, effortlessly tearing his hand from your tight grip.
“What’s rule number one?” You frowned as you crossed your arms, trying your absolute best to conceal the proud smile threatening to spill over your lips. It was the first time since beginning training that you really felt like you could do this, that you could really take care of yourself without having somebody else save you.
“Never fall in love.” He stated nonchalantly, pulling you from your thoughts whilst patting his sweat-beaded forehead with a white hand towel, signalling the end of the session.
Happy Smut Saturday! Oh my god, I’m going to keep this thing going. Of course, I will post smut on any given day, but I will save the smuttiest of smut for Saturday nights. I hope you enjoy this very kinky and very smutty oneshot. I thought I’d give Steve some love, since he’s been lacking attention on my feed lately. God bless all your souls after this, you might need some holy water. xoxo
Description:Everyone thinks Steve is this sweet and gentlemanly guy that goes by his morals and honor. That is true. But, obviously, they aren’t intimate with him like you are. As his girlfriend, you can confidently say that he is no gentleman in the bedroom.
Warnings: SMUT. DADDY KINK. ROPE BUNNY. (or would it be belt bunny?) ANYWAYS IT’S LITERALLY ALL SMUT. Oh, and cursing, along with unprotected sex (be careful out there)
“You got lucky, F/N. Steve’s a true gentleman. You honestly can’t find guys like that anymore. They’re all dick bags.” Natasha rolled her eyes.
“Maybe it’s because he’s been preserved for seventy years?” You chuckled, shaking you head slightly.
“That’s true. I wish there were more guys like him to pull out of the ice, so I can have one of my own.” You burst out laughing at what she said, and both of you were about to be rolling on the floor, dying of laughter. Your stomach was beginning to ache, when Steve walked in.
“Speak of the devil.” Natasha was holding back a laugh, trying to catch her breath. You got up and met him at the door and pressed your hands against his chest, placing a sweet kiss on his lips.
“What’s all the commotion about?” He was leaning against the threshold of the door, a smirk on his face.
“It’s nothing you need to worry about, babe.” You almost started giggling, but forced it down. “Natasha, we should get going. I’ll see you later.”
“Alright, you lovebirds. I’ll see you guys later.” She was smirking. You just shook your head at her and waved goodbye, intertwining your hand with Steve’s. It wasn’t a long walk back to your room, it was literally down the hall from her’s. You and Steve shared a room, Tony finally allowing it after two years of dating.
He opened the door for you, letting you walk in before him. He really was a gentleman, at least in public. But, when that bedroom door closed, he was anything but that. You plopped yourself on the bed, exhausted from the day.
“So, what were you guys talking about?” Steve’s curiosity was peeking through his usually strong, and “know all” demeanor.
“Natasha was just talking about how I was lucky to have such gentleman for a boyfriend.” You were staring up at the ceiling, laying on your back. You got up on your elbows so you were looking at him. “But, I think we both know that’s not true.” You winked at him, earning a lust filled smirk in return.
Request from anon:Hey. Love your writing. Can I request a fic where Reader sleeps naked. Bucky’s so exhausted after a mission he barely can keep his eyes open and doesn’t realize he’s off by a floor, quickly showers, and collapses into bed. Next morning Bucky wakes up with no way to leave the bed without waking Reader. Both of them are mortified when they realize what’s happened but eventually it leads to them revealing they’ve had feelings for each other for a long time. (Smut or fluff, but preferably both). <3
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Smut, swearing, NSFW, unprotected sex…..anything I have missed let me know!
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3
It had been the fifth mission in as many days for The Avengers and
they were all exhausted; Bucky more so given that he was still having a daily
fight with the memories that taunted him 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and
so as they all headed to their respective living quarters he attempted to do
the same. A feat of which was made more difficult by the fact that it was
becoming increasingly harder to keep his eyes open.
One by one each of the team
left the lift and soon enough he was the only one left to reach his room. He
turned his attention to the buttons on the panel at the side of the doors – his
vision wasn’t exactly his best friend at the moment though so the buttons that
would usually be so clear were now completely out of focus for the tired soldier.
The only option he had if he wanted to get any form of sleep tonight
was to go on memory and press the one he was sure he usually did.
By the time the lift doors opened he was particularly asleep. His
aching body all but fell on the floor as he stumbled over to what he believed
to be his room.
A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic EIGHTEEN. The line requested was, “I get all tingly when you take control like that.” was requested by @50shadesofsubtext It will be highlighted in the fic. I am also including a gif submission from @faegal04 It was too good to pass up. It’s also loosely based on the song Addicted by Kelly Clarkson.
☆ summary → When the nation’s little sister, IU, gets into a huge scandal, your agency seizes the opportunity to thrust you into that now vacant spotlight. Your self-composed song Paper Doll becomes an overnight sensation, and soon people are itching to find out who was the one who broke your heart. All hell breaks loose once netizens discover that you used to date popular idol, Jeon Jungkook. Little do they know that it wasn’t him who left the relationship unscathed – it was you.
↳ alternatively: a story on the consequences of a hit break-up song
→ pt i | pt ii | pt iii | pt iv (coming soon!)
☆ a/n → so this has become a fake dating au? .. i should be
sorry. & THANK YOU for all the responses so far !! everybody’s
been so nice, giving me advice and willing to help me navigate tumblr :’)) esp @gxtsmxt bc she feLT my frustration writing this mess. im sry the angry bj scene got
came alone, looking tired and a bit worn-out, ordering the same medium sized
pizza with a large coke. You wondered if he was one of those people who didn’t
like variety. He always ordered the same thing; surely he would be sick of it
by now? The pizza here wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t deserving of him visiting
mind. In fact, you looked forward to your Friday shifts. The restaurant was hardly
a tourist attraction, not with its peeling wallpaper and old ceiling fan that
did nothing to air out the greasy smell of pizzas wafting from the kitchen.
The people who wandered in were generally the ones who couldn’t afford the seasoned fried
chicken from the place down the road. You didn’t mind the slow work days. The
owner even let you read books or do your homework when there wasn’t anyone to
be an exaggeration to say that Jungkook was the highlight of your job. Of
course, his physical attractiveness was undeniable, but you had seen handsome
men before and none of them were as interesting as Jeon Jungkook.
been love at first sight. The reality was different from the books you read –
there had been no stars aligning or time slowing down, no epiphany that he was the
one. But perhaps this was the most dangerous kind of love; the kind that
creeped up on you, slowly, without you even knowing, so that you had no other
choice but to accept it as a part of you.
So here it is, my first attempt at a whump/sickfic/langst story.
I would love to get feedback on if I have done the genre justice and where I should improve my writing.
DISCLAIMER: Graphic injury descriptions and explicit language are both used in this story so reader discretion is advised.
Lance groaned as he cracked his eyes open just a little, as
he tried to see where he was he realised that he was slumped over the control
panel inside Blue. He winced as he tried
to move his body, a sharp pain racing up his body from every direction, he
could feel everything so that was a good sign, right?
Raising his head he looked out through the window in front
of him and he realised that he had crashed in Blue as he saw that he was in a
large crater with small fires burning all around him. He croaked out a pained noise, hoping to call
out to his team when he realised that his helmet had been knocked loose in the
crash and was sitting on the ground a few feet away. He needed to get in contact with the others,
he had to let them know that Blue had no power and couldn’t fight.
He shifted his weight slowly as to not upset his stomach, which
was threatening to bring back up his last meal, either lunch or dinner he
couldn’t remember. Shaking his head gingerly
as it throbbed, he went to stand and screamed in agony as his right leg flared
in pain and he dropped to the ground unable to support his own weight. He lay on his side for a few moments,
resisting the urge to throw up and tried to calm his heart, what had happened
to his leg to cause that kind of
Once he decided that he had calmed down enough he slowly
raised himself onto his arms and braved a glance down at his leg. ‘Whelp there goes my lunch/dinner’, he
thought to himself as he finally lost that battle to the sight of the bone protruding
through the cracked and blood soaked armour that wrapped around his calf. He continued dry heaving long after he had
emptied his stomach and scrunched his face up at the smile of bile and other
funky odors that were wafting up from the mess on the floor.
‘Sorry girl, I’ll clean you right up when I get back to the castle,’
he thought to Blue but couldn’t feel her presence in his mind like he normally
did, whatever had happened to her and completely shut her down. Glancing over his shoulder to his helmet, it
wasn’t so far away, he could probably drag himself but he thought back to his leg and winced at the thought of
pulling that over the rough metal floor.
He thought back to Blue, she had done so much for him ever
since he had found her in that cave, he had to get help for her, he had to push
through the pain and reach his helmet.
He took a deep breath and pulled himself forwards and screamed at the
sensation of his leg being torn apart but he couldn’t let this stop him, he had
to keep going.
‘Move your ass McClain!’ he screamed internally, urging
himself on to keep pushing forwards towards his helmet. Drag, scream, deep breath, drag, scream, deep
breath, drag, scream, deep breath. He
kept up the mantra until he lifted his hand to pull himself again only to touch
the smooth surface of his goal. He snatched
the cool material and let out an exhausted sigh, opening his eyes he saw that he
was next to one of the walls in the cockpit.
Slowly and painfully, he shifted his body to lean up against
the metal wall and looked down at the helmet, the visor was cracked and a large
dent was visible to one side. He turned
it around to give it another once over and blanched, the entire inside was
covered in blood. He raised his hand to
his head and felt the clumped and mattered hair around the large gash where the
blood was still pouring from.
He whimpered at the feeling of dizziness that was starting
to overtake him and he knew that if he didn’t get a message to his team soon,
he would pass out and he wasn’t sure if he would be waking up before his wounds
became fatal from the blood loss.
Hands shaking he raised the helmet and placed it back on his
head, trying to bite back the scream when the dented part touched his
wound. He could hear static from the
communicator and after tapping it a few times he could finally hear voices
coming through periodically.
“-ro! Wat- out!”
Lance tried to call out to them but instead a coughing fit plagued
him and he whimpered at the sharp pains that stabbed at his ribs.
‘Shiro!’ he thought as the voice came though clearly, the
coughing fit must have moved the wires in his helmet back into place as all the
sounds from the battle that was still raging in the sky came back in full
“Sh- *cough* -iro?” he tried weakly his eyes widening as he
saw blood splatter on the hand that he had raised to cover his cough, ‘That isn’t
“Lance? Where are
you?” Keith shouted.
“Lance? Speak to me
buddy!” Shiro called over the top of him, “What happened?”
Blue. Down. H-hurt,” he managed before another coughing
fit erupted and this time he could see that his entire hand was now covered in
blood. ‘Great, now I have internal
bleeding to worry about!’
“Where are you?” he could hear Shiro calling, “I can’t find
Blue’s locator beacon!”
Lance rested his head back against the wall fighting a spell
of light headedness, “No power,” he croaked out.
“I need you to give me something to go off to find you Lance,”
Shiro called. Lance could tell he was
starting pass out and bit his lip to stay awake.
“Lance?” Hunk called joining the conversation.
“Hunk I need you, Pidge and Keith to finish up here. I am going to find Lance. Princess can you and Coran please ready a
pod? I think Lance is pretty beat up,”
Shiro rattled off as Lance tried to stay conscious.
“O-ok,” Hunk said hesitantly.
“Rodger,” Pidge called, “Come on Keith, the sooner we kick
these guy’s asses the sooner we can help Lance!” Lance didn’t hear Keith’s response as he
passed out from the pain that was growing throughout his body.
He dreamt of home, his mother’s smile, his father’s booming
laugh, the screams and shrieks of his brothers and sisters.
He opened his eyes and was back in the cockpit, his body
aching and the sounds of battle raging in his head. He could hear Shiro call for him, getting
more frantic with each call.
“Present,” he replied with a weak smile at his joke before
“Come on buddy, keep talking to me ok?”
“W-what about?” he asked as he felt his strength draining as
he watched the blood pooling around him from his multiple injuries and could
feel his lungs starting to fill with blood.
‘Is this how I am going to die?’ he thought as a sudden chill racked his
entire body and he thought it odd that it didn’t hurt anymore.
“How are you feeling?”
“Cold. S-Shiro I, I
can’t feel the p-pain anymore,” he admitted.
He didn’t want to die and he knew that it was a big possibility at this
point in time.
“Lance, focus! I am
almost there! I can see Blue! Oh god.”
He had never head Shiro this scared before, did it really
look that bad from out there? He could
feel his chest getting heavier with the fluid building up and it was getting
harder to breathe. It was ironic that he
was the Guardian Spirit of Water and that he was probably going to die by
drowning. He chuckled which turned into
another coughing fit, he wondered if the blood he was coughing up was affecting
the levels in his lungs.
The ground shook suddenly and Lance saw the bone that was
still protruding from his leg move in the opposite direction to his foot and
knew that it should be causing him immense pain but all he could do was sit
there in sick fascination at the sight.
“FUCK! LANCE!” Lance
shifted his focus to the movement in the doorway to the cockpit. It was Shiro, he had found him.
W-what took you s-so long?” he said in a barely audible voice.
“Hang on Lance, I am going to get you out of here!” he heard
Shiro call as he passed out again.
Lance stood on a beach, it wasn’t his beach but it was so
similar, the same white sand, the crystal blue water but there wasn’t another
person, or alien, around. He started
walking parallel to the ocean, sometimes letting the cool water wash over his
bare feet, he looked down and saw that he was in a light blue dress shirt with
the sleeves rolled up and cream dress pants also rolled up. He smiled, if he was going to die at least he
was dying in style.
He thought back over his life, what had he really accomplished
in the few years that he had lived? He
had helped his parent’s raise the zoo that was his family, he had been accepted
into the Garrison, he had been shot off into space in a magical lion and he had
fought in an intergalactic war that didn’t seem to be ending.
He stopped walking as he realised that his family would
never know what happened to him, sure the Garrison probably told them some
cover story, how were they to know what had really happened, but when he never
returned, how long would it take for his family to lose hope?
He realised that there was something that hurt even more
than never seeing his family back on Earth, his new family, Allura, Coran, Shiro,
Hunk, Pidge and Keith. He would never get
to see them again, he wouldn’t be able to sit with Allura braiding her hair
with the mice as she told him about her father and the places she had seen as a
child, he wouldn’t be able to chat with Coran as they cleaned the different
areas of the castle and they would play a game of pick the lie where Coran
would tell him outrageous stories of Altea and Lance would have to decipher
which ones were real, he wouldn’t be able to sit with Shiro on the viewing deck
and watch the stars in peace, he wouldn’t be able to get into trouble with Hunk
or eat his amazing creations, he wouldn’t be able to sit with Pidge as she
worked on her latest project or help her in deciphering the latest intel she
had found on her family.
But hurt even more was the thought of never being able to
train with Keith or curl up with him and watch a movie from the limited list
they had managed to bring with them on Pidge’s laptop. He wouldn’t be able to dance with him and
watch Keith stumble over the simplest steps, he wouldn’t be able to watch him
blush as Lance complimented him, he wouldn’t be able to run his fingers through
that thick mane of hair as they lay in bed together talking about their past
and future and he wouldn’t be able to kiss him anymore.
Lance dropped to the ground and let the water rush over him
as the tears fell down and Lance screamed in pain as all the emotions exploded
out, anger, hurt, fear, loneliness and so many more that he couldn’t name. He sat there for what seemed like an eternity
crying to himself when abruptly he felt a sharp shock explode through his body,
throwing him to the ground fully.
Before he could take a breath the sensation hit him again
and he swore he heard someone call his name but the sound was faint and was
gone in an instant. His limbs were
tingling as his heart started racing, what was happening to him? What this it?
Was this what happened when people died?
If so then this sucks and they should put a warning out to everyone, you
don’t get a free ride to heaven or wherever you go, you have to deal with a
shit load of pain before they let you through the pearly white gates.
There is was again, that voice! It was stronger this time and now he could
recognise the person calling him, “Keith?” he called. If Keith had died as well he was going to
kill that boy, it was bad enough that Lance was dead but if they lost Keith as
well then he didn’t know if they would truly recover from losing the two best
things that had ever happened to them, in his own opinion.
COME ON LANCE! BREATHE!
Why would he need to breathe? He was dead, wasn’t he? He frowned as he noticed that his chest was getting
sore, why would that be happening? He
suddenly took a deep breath and his eyes flew open revealing a stark white room
with a loud beeping sound constantly ringing in his ears.
He could hear someone crying close by and he hurt all over
but before he could make a sound he felt his body convulsing again as he tried
to bring up all the fluids that had built up in his lungs. Someone’s hands gently tilted his body so he
was lying on his side on a cold bench as it felt like he was coughing up a
lung, which was quite possible.
Once his body had finished expelling as much of the liquid
as possible he was able to draw a breath without feeling like he was
drowning. He wheezed through fire in his
throat, trying to gage what had actually happened, he had just been on a
deserted beach preparing for death and now he was in what looked like the med
bay of castle hacking up a lung.
“Welcome back to the land of the living Lance,” he heard
Hunk say from somewhere out of his line of sight.
“You gave us quite a shock young paladin,” Coran added.
Keith! That was Keith’s
voice! Lance struggled to raise his head
to look for him but was saved the effort when his boyfriend crouched down in
front of him with a strained look.
“You promised you wouldn’t die on me. You broke your promise Lance.”
Lance hated seeing that look of agony on Keith’s face and tried
to smile, “I’m still here aren’t I?” he asked weakly, “So technically I didn’t
break my promise.”
“Doesn’t matter, you still died. We had to bring you back!” Keith growled, “You
are lucky that Coran and Allura had something similar to defib pads here or you
wouldn’t be there right now!”
“How about we get you into a healing pod before you two
start making out again?” Shiro asked with a relieved look and stooped to pick
Lance up. Lance cried out as the rest of
his injuries made themselves known again and he heard Shiro’s apology but
couldn’t focus on anything but Keith.
“I’ll be here when you wake up,” Keith said as Lance felt
the familiar cold air of the healing pod envelope him.
“I love you,” Lance called softly and smirked as he saw
Keith’s shocked reaction as he closed his eyes and slept.
hey, i don't know if you write smut, but in honor of the leaked scene, could you write a established!bughead drabble, where he climbs her window and is all flirty? (doesn't have to be smut tho, just a hot make out).. i love your writing btw
(Okay, a little disclaimer. First of all, this is not full on smut, it’s just a hot, slightly smutty make out. Second of all, I didn’t make it full on smut, not because I didn’t want to (believe me Cole tempts me to sin and sin badly) but because I didn’t feel that Bughead’s first time would be like that and I didn’t want to write a random smut without first writing about Jughead not being sure about his sexuality and him and Betty generally testing the waters and all of the other normal things teenagers go through. I intend to write something like that because, asexual Jughead or not, Betty and Jughead are two teens that have a natural naivety and a mutual respect to one another so I believe that, as we saw in the kiss too, they would be timid and taking their time with exploring what they are comfortable with and testing their limits. So I left that for another one-shot. As for the part that Jughead might be asexual. I respect that and I’m not trying to erase anything of his (possible) character here. For what I have read and heard from other ace people and friends, yes, he can still be asexual. Asexuality is a sexual orientation, sexual behavior does not change that. Like every other sexuality it has subcategories; the “I dislike sex”, the “I find it ok, but I do not engage in it often”, the “I’m asexual but my partner makes me feel good” etc. In my mind, as I became older and kept reading the comics and understanding more about sexuality and educating myself on the topic, Jughead fell to the third category for me. That he was being somebody with maybe a lower level of sexual interest but with sexual drive nontheless. So that’s what I have in my mind while watching Riverdale and writing this one-shot and the possible others that will revolve around this topic in the future.
Sorry that was so long, I just wanted to set some things straight and by all means I’m not trying to offend anybody. Everybody ships what they want to ship and that’s perfectly ok! Ship wars are just tiring and pointless so everybody stay calm and respect everyone’s opinions. And if Jughead does end up being asexual with no need to engage in any sexual activities then sure, everyone should be again perfectly ok and not bitch and moan that he won’t get to have steamy scenes or anything. He is still going to be the most amazing guy in Rivedale either way!
End of my huge rant!! Hope you enjoy guys!! <3)
Is your mom finally asleep?
I think so yeah. Why?
I’m coming up ;)
Betty locked her phone and shot up from her bed,
abandoning her worn-out copy of Wuthering Heights pages first on the mattress
and kicking her covers, a nervous excitement pouring down on her belly as she
heard the familiar crack of careful footsteps on wood. She gave herself a quick
once over on her vanity mirror, checking that her messy bun was intact and
straightening her plain white t-shirt, before kicking off her bunny printed
fuzzy socks of her feet and throwing them under her bed in a hurry. It wasn’t
the fact that he wouldn’t appreciate them, he would and he would probably offer
her that chuckle of his that set free a million butterflies inside her chest,
but her toe nails were painted a lovely baby pink and it was a shame not to
show them off, even though his focus would be on other places, more important
ones. She felt her cheeks heating at that and she quickly grabbed her
strawberry lip balm from her nightstand, applying some on her already soft lips
with her ring finger, knowing that this taste mixed with her own always drove
Since that day that Jughead had climbed up her window
so for her to complain to him about her parents and her family situation, it
seemed that this became a thing for them. At first, he was just sneaking up
because they needed a quiet place to discuss investigation plans and theories,
the office hours of Blue & Gold proving not to be enough. Now, two months
after, the raven haired boy used that ladder almost every night to see his
beautiful girlfriend, cuddle with her and watch movies and most importantly kiss
her like she was the heavenly droplets of water on his always thirsty lips.