Summary:You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.
Word count: 3324 (I know, long. But it’s because idk when I’m gonna have more time to write the next chapterssss)
Warnings:Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….
A/N: I’m overwhelmed with the feedback on the first 2 chapters! love you guys and i can only hope to live up to your expectations with this and all future installments!
was one thing you hated more than anything else in the world it was clothes
shopping. OK, that’s not entirely
true. Hydra was definitely up there…and
commercials’ whose volume was louder than the show you were just watching so
you had the crap scared out of you by some lady who was dancing and trying to
get you to buy tampons so you’d ‘have a happy period’ (no such thing)… you
really hated when you stepped in puddle on the kitchen floor while only wearing
socks…any sort of insect…when you bought a book series but, for some
unfathomable reason, the individual books weren’t the same height, because
that’s just ridiculous. Why would anyone
think it’d be acceptable to have books 1, 2, 3, and 4 to all line up perfectly on
the shelf then have 5 be slightly
taller only to then revert back to the original proportions for 6 and 7?! It’s was utter nonsense and the people
responsible for inflicting such depravity on the literary world should—
Rap! Rap! Rap! “Get
dressed!” Nat hollered from the other
side of the dressing room door. “I’m
going to pay for these. Meet me at the
register.” The clinking of hangers and
rustling of clothing signalled her departure as you hopped back into your jeans
and slipped your “Talk Wookie to me” T-shirt back on. You let out a sigh at your reflection. Can’t
wear this anymore, you thought dejectedly.
It was your favourite shirt.
Faded, thin, and baggy from having been thrown into the wash so many
times it was a shadow of what it once was.
Life on earth had been a quiet living for you. A husband or children never seemed to be in your cards. You lived your life with a blooming carrier and a group of close friends, telling yourself that was everything you needed. But your heart knew better. Your heart knew the truth. It seeked for something else. For something new.
So the night you were taken didn’t scare you as much as it excited you. The prospect of life on other planets had always been true to you, so there was no surprise displayed on your face when the spaceship emerged above you and beamed you aboard. But the benevolent aliens you hoped to see were nowhere to be found. Instead the shackled you and sold you as a slave.
Time for the final part! This is actually my favourite part! It’s more fluffy than the other parts and I can’t leave the characters alone for too long so I’m sure we’ll dip in to the universe in the future again! I hope you like it - thank you for all the lovely comments I’ve had since starting it x
“Harry?” You speak down the phone after arriving in the office. It’s like a blizzard outside, raining and windy, and the last thing you need is your phone ringing when you’ve barely taken your coat off. You have his spilt hot coffee over your hand, and your clothes underneath are wet from the rain too; not quite the same weather as New York just last week. Harry had let you take Thursday and Friday off as a thank you for working the previous weekend so you’d spent the past four days with your phone switched off and holed up in your flat with takeaways and movies in between sleeping off the jet lag.
Your flat mate had flittered in and out in between seeing her boyfriend and she spent most of her time at the weekends with him now, which you were more than happy to see her do (and it gave you the flat to yourself), and you hoped you might have the same soon, if Harry would only make up his mind about whether he wanted something serious or not. You understand he has more to think about than most men his age, with his four year old son in the picture, and being the number one priority in his life, obviously, but you’ve decisions to make yourself. On the screen of your laptop is a draft contract from one of Harry’s rivals sitting in your emails, all you have to do is read through, get back to them with any adjustments, sign it, and you’d be free to sleep with Harry without fear of anybody finding out and frowning upon it.
Shit, it did sound sordid when you put it like that. Sleep with him? Be his assistant-with-benefits?
“Hey…” he sounds breathless, as if he’s running late. “Listen, I wouldn’t ask yeh if I didn’t need to bu’ I need a favour from yeh?”
You sigh, placing the coffee on the desk and pulling your hair away from your neck, the phone safely nooked between your shoulder and ear as you did so, and tried to do open up the place as he speaks. “What is it?”
Had the pleasure of meeting @d0g-bless at Planet Comicon in KC!! It was totally unexpected but we recognized eachhother’s urls and LOVE FOR SHIDGE so I got to draw this for her! It was one of the highlights of my day! :)
Can teenage Jamie hide his discomfort when meeting uncle Lamb
I pause outside Mam’s door, holding the letter from my headmistress in my sweaty hands.
“Mam?” I ask quietly.
“Jamie, love. Come in.”
I push the door open and walk slowly into my parents bedroom. I’ve only been inside this room a few times and it still felt ancient. But when I see Mam’s smilin’ face, I canna do anything but smile back.
“Come here my handsome lad. Lay your head, man, and tell me what’s a matter.”
“You have sent the fanbase into a frenzy! And why’re you wearing like three layers of clothing? It’s barely cold out.”
Harry looks at his surroundings when he receives the text whilst simultaneously unlocking his car door.
“What do ye’ mean? I’ve not done anything! But how do you know what I’m wearing? I’ve not even started the drive to yours.”
“I think you underestimate my fifth sense when it comes to you, babe! Haha no, woke up to tweets about your long-expected-finally-showing curls. But seriously Haz, aren’t you burning up under all that?”
“Oh, I knew I wasn’t walking alone! You’d think I’d be used to it by now. But not really. Feeling a bit under the weather actually.”
“Harry, meeting my parents can’t be that bad that you’re faking being sick. They’re gonna love you, trust me.”
“I’m not trying to get out of going to your parents, kitten. M'really not feeling well. Been taking medicine so hopefully I’ll be better before we make our trip out.”
“Uh huh, let’s hope you’re not lying to me! It’s probably just anxiety, you’ll get over it.”
“M'not! Promise. Heading over now though. I’ll see you in a bit, pet. Love you xx”
“‘Kay! Love you, too! xo”
“Should have really at least taken the hoodie off, babe. Your hair’s damp and I don’t think it’s from rain!”
Y/N opens the door as soon as she hears his car alarm beep, Harry making his way up the steps to her place. He’s wearing his beanie, hair curling out from under it, and she can see why his fans went crazy.
She opens the door further to allow him to step inside, receiving him with a peck to the lips before shutting the door and helping him with his bag.
“Yeah, feeling a bit hot now, actually.”
She watches as he toes off his shoes. And she really shouldn’t gawk at how broad he looks as he raises his arms up and reaches to grasp the hoodie from behind, ridding his body of the thick garment in one swift move as he pulls it over his head. And then again to remove yet another sweater, leaving him in a white tee.
She walks over to the sitting area and sets his bag on the sofa when Harry throws his shorts over her head, chuckling loudly before walking over and engulfing her in a hug, pecking her head in adoration.
“Harry!” She whines, grabbing the shorts and aimlessly throwing them on top of his bag.
But her whines are drowned with the sudden press of Harry’s lips on hers, pecking lightly at first. One peck. And then he pulls away to look down at her, her lips pulled up into a smile now. Another peck. And he pulls away again, this time earning a light giggle. On the third kiss, he keeps his lips on hers a bit longer, his hands now on the small of her back, pressing her flush against him.
And for a minute Y/N had forgotten Harry is wearing a pair of white tights, but she’s suddenly reminded when she feels his bulge pressing against her, not in a sexual way or anything, but it makes it all the more…innocent? Having Harry so close. Being able to reach out and wrap her arms around his neck, playfully tugging at his beanie until she finally takes it off and puts it on her own head.
And it’s then that he breaks the kiss, with a light whisper of “m'gonna get ye’ sick, too, poppet.”
But she disregards the comment, instead she looks him over. The crinkles by his eyes from how he smiles down at her, puffy for some reason, his lips plump and pink from having just kissed her, his hair just a tad disheveled from having just taken the beanie off.
“If you’re as sick as you say, on you go for a shower!” She pecks his lips one last time before bringing a hand down to his bum and giving him a playful pat.
“M'not fakin’ t'get out of meetin’ ye’ parents, kit'en.”
Harry knuckles at his eyes, his other hand running down her arm to take her hand in his, his rings cold on her skin. He brings it up to his lips and kisses the back of her hand lightly before taking a few steps backwards. And he smirks when he sees Y/N’s eyes linger down south. But she doesn’t even try to hide it, eyes dancing on the verge of lust at the view of Harry’s outlined cock. Tights much too tight that it leaves little to the imagination, and they surely outline it perfectly. It’s when Harry clears his throat that she finally comes back out of her own thoughts.
“Can take a shower with me if ye’ wan’, poppet. Wouldn’t mind it at all.” And he brings his fingers down to the top of his tights, thumb sneaking past the waist band to adjust himself.
“Harry, stop!” Y/N’s laugh echoes through the house and she glares at Harry, but he just winks at her, “but as much as I’d love to, I have to finish packing. Now go!”
With out another word, Harry begins his walk to her room, but not before wiggling his bum her way, earning a giggle.
And Y/N can’t believe that after all this time, Harry still has the power to make her feel weak. Heart thumping, chest tightening, butterflies in her tummy weak.
The drive to her parents has been nothing less than a nightmare. Y/N would have counted on a complying Harry, but all he seems to be doing is complaining. At first, the car is too hot and the air is barely “breathable.” Then, after turning on the A/C, in which moment Y/N has to put on a sweater because even though Harry is hot, she is rather chilly, he complains about a headache. And after that it becomes too cold, and not only does Y/N have to take her sweater off for the third time, but now she’s also having to take her top off. And she would’ve appreciated Harry’s comment about how much he loves when she’s not wearing a top any other day, but at that particular moment the compliment’s only made her all the more frustrated.
So now, the drive’s become more of a chore than she would’ve liked. She doesn’t wanna press on Harry’s illness, knowing he’s probably just feeling anxious. But she does think he should maybe tone it down a bit and stop being so melodramatic.
Harry’s really beating himself up though. Doesn’t want Y/N thinking he’s actually trying to avoid meeting her parents. He’s been eager to make the trip ever since he first pitched the idea, and c'mon, if he didn’t wanna meet them he wouldn’t have even brought it up. Y/N was always going on about how she thought it might be too soon. How she didn’t want her parents to over step their boundaries and judge him because he’s Harry Styles and he might not be living the lifestyle they’d want their daughter to surround herself with. But after much convincing, she’d caved, and Harry’s been ecstatic since then.
So yeah, he really doesn’t like upsetting his Y/N, and he’ll prove he’s not backing out from this even if he ends up in the hospital.
After hours of silence, they finally arrive, but Y/N still doesn’t utter a word. Instead, she opens the car door as soon as Harry’s pulled into the driveway and putthe car on park.
She opens the boot and helps out with the duffle bags, leaving Harry to carry the bigger suitcase. And he has to find the strength in him to pull it out of the boot, stumbling back a bit from the force, his eyes blurry and head woozy. But he takes a deep breath and continues to lock the car before catching up behind Y/N, who’s leading the way to her parents’ home.
From the moment he steps foot inside, he feels it. He feels the warmth that a home should have. Pictures decorate the walls, personalising its surroundings. Y/N’s parents meet him with tight hugs and comments of how happy they are to finally meet Harry. Y/N’s mom makes a comment on how handsome he is, and he swears she might have even blushed when Harry smiles at her. Her dad greets him with a ‘son’ and Harry likes the sound of that.
Y/N excuses them after a moment, telling her parents she’s gonna settle them in her old bedroom real quick before having to head down for an early dinner.
Harry trails behind her, luggage in hand. She sets their stuff down on the end of the bed they’ll be sleeping in, shuffling about to unpack the necessities. Harry just watches her body move around the room, clearly still remembering where everything should go. He stands by the door quietly, fiddling with his rings and biting the inside of his cheek because he really just wishes she’d stop being mad at him, wishes she can just look at him at least. And he can feel the worry lines begin to form on his forehead, his lips pulled into a line in thought of how he’s gonna make this up to her. Not that it’s any of his fault, but he just can’t stand to see her upset.
But he continues to stand there, fingers running through his damp hair, eyes drowsy. And it’s not until he yawns that Y/N finally pays him any attention since they left her place.
She walks over to him and brings a hand to cup his cheek. She stands on her toes and brings her lips to his forehead in a light kiss. “Take a nap, babe. I’ll come get you when the food’s done.”
Harry complies easily at that, toes his shoes off and sneaks under the covers.
Y/N isn’t sure why Harry’s still asleep. She dragged making dinner as long as she could so he can rest longer, but for some reason Harry’s still upstairs.
“Be right back mum, gonna go get Harry.”
She makes her way to the room, peeking the door open, the room just a bit brightened by what’s left of daylight seeping through the window curtains. It’s odd, when Harry’s asleep there’s usually a wheezing sound, a sound that soothes her ears when they’re laid in bed. But the room is oddly quiet. She sees his body stir a bit, and it’s when he painfully grunts that she walks to stand over him, peeling the covers back just a bit.
“Oh my god, babe,” her heart just about stops at the sight of him. Paler than usual, lips a bright pink against his complexion. “You’re soaked in sweat.”
She removes the cover all the way then, tugging at his arm for him to sit up.
“Harry, why didn’t you tell me?” The worry in her voice breaks Harry’s heart, he thinks he really should have taken more medicine.
“Tried t’.” His body is weakly slumped, head hanging because he doesn’t even have enough strength to hold it up.
She’s working to get his drenched shirt up and off, tossing it elsewhere before pulling the covers around his shoulders.
“Oh I’m so sorry, sweets. Crap I’m really really sorry. You did try to tell me.”
“S'fine, kit'en.” He’s rubbing at his eyes tirelessly as Y/N walks away and back, towel in hand. She runs the soft cloth over his face, down to his chest, and wherever else she can reach before bringing it up to his hair. Seeing how week he is, she then helps him put on another shirt.
“It’s not.” She takes her hand to his forehead, and she almost loses it at how hot he feels. And god does she feel awful. Knows she should have believed him, or at least made sure and checked him.
With out a single word, she runs out of the room, and explains to her parents how sick Harry is before running back and taking a seat next to Harry who’s now lying back down, covers tucked under his arm.
He feels her tap at his shoulder to get him to face her, and gulps down the spoonful of medicine she gives him before she tells him her parents have called their doctor over.
“M'sorry for ruinin’ our first day here, lit'el one.”
“Oh no no,” as if she hadn’t felt bad enough, now HE’S the one apologising for being sick, that’s just like Harry to do that.
She wraps an arm under and around Harry’s shoulder, shushing him as she pulls his body closer to hers, her fingers trailing under where his eyes have swollen before tangling in his hair in soothing strokes. She kisses where his eyebrow arches, and Harry can only bury his face in her neck then, pursing his lips to lay a gentle kiss on her neck.
“G'na take care o’ me now?” His glossy green eyes look up at her, the lines on his forehead prominent.
“Until you’re all better, babe.”
Harry hums at that, and even though he’s sick and feeling awful, having Y/N with him, fingers running through his hair, help more than he can ever ever express.
Daddy’s Girl | Jughead Jones X Betty Cooper | SMUT PT TWO
REQUESTED IMAGINE: A long time ago @myterribletwenties asked me if I can do this imagine. And I’m still feeling guilty that It took me so much time to write, again I’m so so sorry and I hope u will like it.
WARNINGS: Cliffhanger - dirty language - swearing. - mentions of blood - not edited!
A/N: We ‘finished’ last chapter with cliffganger but be ready coz i have another one for you. Do you remember mentions of Jughead’s fught with Bryce? Let’s see whats gonna happen after that.
It only happens from time to time. That moment of utter realization and mind blowing emtion of existence, that moment you look at yourself in the mirror with thoughs and questions running through your mind as you try to drive yourself out of them because you are alive, and you don’t know how else to explain it.
It han happen in the shover, just as you’re about to fall asleep, or even during an incredibly important meetin, but when it does, all that ever goes through your mind is questions.
I have to many questions.
If half the world claims the world to be induced with happiness and carefreeness, and the other half drowns in it’s pity of sadness and cruelty, then how does anyone know what the world really is?
If the world ‘love’ did not exist, would love still be alive? Would it be classified as a feeling or as a lethal chemical? Would people drive themselves crazy feeling it but not knowing what it is?
How come it’s so hard to face someone you love, but easy to face someone you’ve despised for your entire life?
Opinions are not facts, why do people feel the need to criticise a person based on their opinion rather than the facts of which the person chooses to portray and represent themselves?
Why does it hurt so bad to miss someone who’s got your heart up in flames, your eyes only ever seeing them, and you wrapped around their fingers? Why does it hurt so bad to miss someone you love?
If breakfast was called dinner, would people still eat what they eat for dinner and breakfast or would rather they eat breakfast for dinner and dinner for breakfast?
Everybody has that one question their mind wreck themselves to figure out but in the end, it all comes to one thing, and that thing is self-peace, if you don’t make peace with yourself, how do you expect your questions answered and your thoughts explored?
I don’t think I’ve ever been this quiet. I’ve barely eaten breakfast this morning. I didn’t even budge when mama brought some pop tarts back from grocery store. I’d usually at least scream in happiness for ten years but today, nothing.
I’ve been sat in my room for what seem to be centuries, waiting for something I’ve been telling myself I don’t care about. Jughead arrival.
I hate that I miss him with him gone for a short period of time, and I hate how much the thought of him getting remotely hurt makes me want to run acress the world just to make sure he’s safe and sound whatever he is. I want to pretect him, just like he does me.
I pause the laptop screen when I hear my phone buzz from beneath my pillow. I pull out tho check who it was, glancing at the time to see it’s almost midnight. I swipe open the message and read.
iMessage from: Mama
dad and i will stay with polly today. called veronica’s mom to check up on you in a bit.. be good.
Well I guess tonight will be excatly like every other night, with the exeption of speakers instead of headphones. i used to love the nights home alone, I had my freedom. But now, I never want to spend the night alone. I just want him.
I want to ignore all the signs telling me that he might not be okay. I want to put the pieces together, but I don’t have those who complete the puzzle and it’s eating me alive. Jughead was supposed to be back and safe just like ghe promised two full hours ago, but it’s like he disappeared after he sent me that heart dropping text.
I try to ignore the bad thoughs circling my head. Jumping off my bed, I run to my dressing room and strip downto my underwear. I pull a large grey sleeveless shirt over my head, giving me just the comfort I need.
I carry my laptop and other necessities and make my way to the lounge room just down the hallway. If I’m gonna be home alone, I might as well take adventage of screaming things at my laptop on the openness of my house rather in my room, right?
I plop my things down and run down the stairs, ready to grab as many snacks as I gather. I open up the pantry, grabbing the box of cookies and the first Doritos bad I see. I hold the hem of my shirt and put the things in, like I’m cradling them to my stomach.
As I make the way to the stairs, I hear door knock, once, twice, and nw a third. It’s propably Hermione, Veronica’s mom, checking up on me just as my mother said.
I truggle to the hold the various food items down around the inside of my shirt as I walk to the door, squinting my eyes as I unlock the door from it’s frame, pulling it back.
I look up with complete shock at the viev in front of me, my chest beating hard and my arms feeling weak.
“I lost my keys,” Jughead’s exhausted posture stands at the door, his arms filled with red marks all over his nose bleeding dry down to his lips and neck. His eyes weakly trying to stay open with a few scratches taking over his forehead and the side of his face. Jughead’s hair lays mesily around his forehead, clothes dirty an beaten.
Unknowingly, I drop the things to the floor. “Shit,” I curse after they hit my feet, schocking me into realization.
Knowing Jughead, he wouldn’t want to talk or discuss any of this. I try to ignore the tears threatening to drop down my cheeks, repetitively telling myself that he’s not majorly hurt.
I grab his hand, pulling him in slowly and locking the main door behind us. A part of me is happy he’s back, and a part of me is almost in tears at the fact that he’s even remotely hurt.
“Wait here,” I now, “get something to drink, okay?” I point at the kitchen, rushing to the stairs.
I take two steps at a time, running into my room and anxiously looking for the first aid kid. God damnn, I know dad put one in my room. I should’ve paid attention when he told me where.
Logically, I open up the cabinets in my bathroom, struggling to move things. Second later, the read plus sign reveals itself on the white box. I pull it out and make my way down the stairs.
I didn’t see this coming tonight.
I feel my breathing come to a regular easing pace when I see his body leaned up against the kitchen oven, chugging down a bottle of water.
He drops the bottle in the trash as I come near the kitchen counter bar, placing the first aid kit onto it. I jump up and sit on the cold counter, separating my legs.
“Come here,” I mumble, watching him follow my comands and place himself in between my legs. Even at that, his height towers over mine.
I open up the kid, ignoring the intense stare burning holes through the side of my head as he watches my movements. I feel his warmth surround my body, making me want to embrance his closeness.
I wet the white cloth with the yellow bottle of liquid instructed of blooded marks removal. My face comes at a close proximity to his, feeling his body move closer to me as he stands in between my legs.
I finch when I feel my knees rub against his waist, wanting nothing but to feel his chest on mine as his arms wrapped around my waist.
I gently dab the cloth along his face, cleaning up the stains and making sure the scratches are clean for catching any bacteria that could infect it.
“Fuck,” he winces when I reach a deep cut on his jaw, immediately making me feel bad for him.
“Betty, say something,” he whisperes, Jughead’s hands move to my hips, holding them in place as both his thumbs rub the cloth covered skin.
“I don’t know what you expect me to say,” I try to avoid his gaze on my lips as I continue cleaning the blood surrounding his nose and neck.
“Say you miss me,”
I find myself lost in his lips as the words leave them so effortlessly, my body craving his kiss, his touch, him. The dimness of the lights in the kitchen compliments his face, making him look even more flavless tan he already is, and making my heart beat more that in already is.
I hold myself back, knowing the minute I confess is the minute I dall right back into his arms, forgetting everything he’s done and put me through.
“Cause I did,” he mumbles, bringing his lips to closely hover over my neck, “So damn much, princess,”
He sighs in the air, titling his neck so I can have access to collect the blood droplets surrounding his skin. I stay quiet, my body reacting unconsciously to hi words as I lean into his chest, earning a laugh to erupt from his mouth.
“Jug,” I sigh in defeat. “Will you stand still please?” I let out a chuckle, feeling my body ease at the release. I bit my lip, not wanting another laugh to emit my mouth as I hold back of his neck, using the other to rub down the solution of liquid around the blood.
“Aren’t you gonna ask me what happened?” Jughead approaches, his face still tilted and eyes staring up the celling.
“No,” I reply careless. “I’m just glad you’re okay, and here, with me.” I smile
“I mean of course I’m worried,” I confess, my voice at a low volume as I speak almost right into his lips at how close he’s standing in front of me. I try to move my lips away, knowing if I move any closer, I’ll fall right back into his spell.
“I don’t think you know ho much it hurts to see you like this, but I just don’t wanna stress it tonight,” I lose myself, feeling my throat begging to choke up. Shit, not now.
“You should’ve seen the other guy though,” he tries to lighten up the mood, his hand moving to caress my loose hair. I melt into his touch, wanting to feel more of him.
I smile softly in a reply, not wanting to drag his mood down. “Take it off,” I point awkwardly at the hem of his shirt.
I see his lips evolve into a smirk, playfully winking at me. “Don’t get excited. I just wanna check if your back’s okay,” I roll my eyes.
His eyes in mine, he swiftly pull his black coloured shirt over his head and throws it to the side of the countrer near the white box.
He steps back in between my legs, with his back facing me. I run my hands down his back, feeling his muscles relax beneath me.
He leans back into my chest as I scan me eyes over his perfectly tanned back for any scratches or marks, finding nothing but a few light bruises around his lower back.
I feel defeat, eventually wrapping both my arms around his torso, pulling his back to me and placing a small hiss to the back of his neck. I let my head rest onto the back of his shoulder, inhaling his sweet scent.
I feel his back vibrate, knowing he let out a chuckle escape his lips, “I knew you missed me,” he teased.
I laugh into his neck, plopping my head onto his shoulder. “Don’t push it. I should be mad as shit right now,” I smirk
“Why aren’t you?” he asks, his voice deepening as if he’s just awaken.
“I think you’ve went through enogh tonight. I’ll be mad in the morning,” I chuckle
“Good,” he turns around, leaning both his arms beside my hips and leaning his face into mine. “Now tell me why you won’t kiss me,” he demnads, a whisper falling from his lips to mine.
“What?” I scoff, shrugging before my hands set onto his shoulders, rubbing the naked skin. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed, you’ve been avoiding my lips ever since I got here,” his lips move closer to mine, placing them on the corner of my mouth.
I feel the heat of his mouth on the side of mine, making wanting the taste and feel of his kiss.
“I’m not moving until you kiss me princess,” he smirks, leaning closer into me.
‘You’re bluffing,” I challenge, raising my eyebrow in disabelief. I move my hands from his shoulders and trail my arms around his neck.
“Are you sure it’s a good idea to test me?” he raised his left eyebrow, moving his lips right onto mine. I think I might have forgotten how to breathe.
I give up, letting my lips capture his in a wift second. His arms immediately wrap around my waist, pushing me into his chest as I feel his naked torso pressing into the thin clothing placed over my body.
My legs wrap around his waist as I sit still into the counter. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, kissing him deeper. I feel our bodies relax at the contact as our lips battle against each other.
“God, I’ve been thinking about you,” he groans, reattaching his lips to mine after miliseconds.
I smile into his mouth, feeling a familiar sensation build in my stomach.
His hands move under my loose shirt, grabbing onto my loose shirt, grabbing onto my hips. His hands massage my waist, driving my shirt up and revealing my black pair of underwear.
I gasp at the sudden contact, giving his tongue access into my mouth. His lips moving at a fast pace againstt mine, my hands tugging at the ends of his hair. Making the only sounds in the house of our silent battled moans and grunts at the missed sensation.
I detach my lips from his, immediately feeling his hot panting breath on my mouth. Lust fills his eyes, giving me a sense of encouragement and pride.
“I’m yours, right? No matter how mad and annoying I get?” my eyebrows raise in desperation, needing to hear his words of comfort.
“Princess,” his hands drive up my back, massaging the skin. “You’re mine, although you sometimes try so hard to deny the fact, you will always be mine, you will always be the only person who makes me feel like this,” he smiles, moving his lips back onto mine.
His lips pressed lightly, ghosting over mine like feathers before gradually coming closer, fully taking my lips and diving his tongue into battle with mine.
I feel my stomach burn in need at the action, my hands desperately grabbing and diving into his messily draped hair.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I move back from his lips, biting my lip, holding back a sly smile.
Thoughts of him run through my head: of his body hovering over mine, his lips latched onto my neck, his hands all over me.
I grab his hand, intertwining my fingers with his as I pull him to the stairs.
I sway my hips as I walk, knowing his eyes are burning through my back. My shirt draped over my waist rather than around my thighs, giving him a well enogh view as we walk up the stairs.
I stand at the lounge room, turning to him with my hand still in his. “I’m gonna go get you some clothes to wear,” I stutter, my body still at unease with the sudden want and need of his body.
“No need princess, they’ll be off anyway right?” he smirks teasingly, pulling my hand and pushing his chest to mine, his lips taking over my neck.
My eyes roll to the back of my head at the well deserved sensation, titiling my head to grant him more access.
My hands grasp at the ends of his hair, minimal spacing between our panting bodies. His lips work at the skin, sucking and licking my sweet spot.
I hold in a moan trapped in my throat when he bites my earlobe, smirking evidently as he knows how much I love it.
“Let me hear you, baby,” Jughead press his light lips to the space under my ear, placing featherlike kisses.
I follow, letting out a moan I’ve been holding in for long. His hands wrap around the insides of my thighs, teasing my entrance as I feel the cold air hit the thin piece cloth covering me.
A wave of realization flows over me, stopping the pleasure rushing through my veins as I pull away a panting mess from Jughead’s hold.
“Are you sure you don’t want anything to wear?” I ask again, this time pressing on the subject with my head titling with reassurance. Please don’t want to wear anything.
“I’m good, princess,” he assures, his lips still formed into a smile as his eyes flutter gradually alongside the words coming from his mouth.
The darkness of the room provides light by the TV and the moonlight bursting through the window as it screens over the various comforters scattered around. Leaving multiple open mouthed kisses on my neck, he whispers, “Jump.”
I wrap my arms around his neck tighter, pulling mysel up and circling his waist with my legs as I dismiss myself from the floor.
I feel his bicep muscles strenghten as he holds my thights, his lips still working on my neck, his wetness pleasuring me like no other.
He walks over to the large sofa, my legs straddling his hips as I grind unintentionally when he lets out a hot breath on my sweet spot. This boy’s going to kill me.
The only noise heard from the room is the panting of out breaths and silent moans dangerously close to belting out.
“Jug,” I mutter teasingly, titling my head upwards and placing my lips on his neck, breathing out my frustration. “Can you do me a favour?” I look up at him with puppy eyes, watching a smirk evolve on his lips.
His eyes meet mine, our faces only inches away from each other. I let my legs separate more teasingly on his lap as his hands reach my head, stroking my hair and placing the falling strands behind my ear.
“Name it and it’s yours, princess.”
I feel my heart flutter, my heart racing for some reason unknow. God damn, he is flawess.I want every single piece of him.
“My back’s been killing me,” I exaggerate, pouting my lips dangerously close to his. Without any more words, his large hands cover my lower back, softly massaging the skin, untangling the stress held into my muscles.
I let out a long held breath when his hand starts massaging the middle of my back. Both our attentions completely on each other. I rest my head on his shoulder, my lips featherlike on the skin of his neck.
His distinctive smell comforts me, letting my body relax on his hold. My hips uncosciously roll my hips at the pleasure of his warm hands on my back, making him grunt.
I let out a shaky breath on his neck, getting more comfortable when I let my hand run down his chest, my finger drawing random circles on his lover waist.
I let out a moan when he presses harder, feeling his breathing rate begin to incease. “Fuck, right there,” I groan into his ear, a soft moan escaping my lips when his thumbs press down my lower front waist.
“Tell me how it feels, princess,” Jughead demands, his hands now set on my ass cheek, grabbing and loosening as I roll my hips at the cold air hitting my skin.
“it feels so good,” I groan, purposely breathing heavily onto his sweet spot, placing repetitive soft kisses.
I gasp when he moves the cloth covering my lower region to the side, the cold air hitting my spread wetness. Catching me by surprise, his hands slap my bare cheeks, grabbing and teasing my entrance as I feel his handprints being bruised onto my skin.
My stomach ties in knots, wanting nothing more than the satisfaction and pleasure of his touch. “Jug, please,” I beg, breathlessly.
“You want me to touch you, baby? You want me to make you feel good?” he tease, hoarsness filling his tone.
“Mhmm,” I nod, arching my back begging to feel his touch, wanting some sort of release as I’m already soaking.
He teases me even more, now spreading my folds and letting the cold air hit me right on the spot, making my eyes roll back at the held back pleasure.
“Don’t Da–I.” I whisper breathlessly, my body arching for his fingers. I adjust my head on his neck, my breathing still strong and heavily hot on his neck.
“What? You wanna call me daddy, baby girl?” he chuckles, his head titling to me before I feel his lips on my cheek placing a feathery kiss as his hands continue their work.
I feel the tightness of his bulge through his jeans, making me crave him even more. The thought of him making me weak at the knees.
I hide my head deeper in his shoulder, my cheeks reddening although he cannot see them. “Just please,” I whine, feeling exhausted at the loss of his touch on my most needed area.
“Please what, princess?” he taunts.
“Please daddy,” I murmur, “I need you.”
Just as the words leave my mouth, his middle finger trails down my wetness, giving me a sense of undeniably long awaited pleasure.
“Does this feel good, baby?” he asks.
“Mhmm,” I nod, rolling my hips as I spread my legs further apart, wanting to feel more of his fingers on my heat.
“How about when I rub you? Huh? Is that better?” he pressed his thumb at my entrance, stroking the space between both holes, making my juices spread further over.
“Yes Jug, more,” I plead.
“Oh yeah?” he slips his middle finger into me, pumping at a steady pace, “Like this?”
I nod, feeling my climax coming closer and walls tightening around his now rapidly pupming finger. He inserts another as his other and rub under my wetness, spreading it around.
“Don’t cum until I tell you, princess.”
I feel my body giving out, wanting a release from the pleasurable actions of his fingers on my slit. He spreads my folds once again, this time holding them out with no action.
“I’m close, daddy please,” I beg arching my back.
“Fuck, I love you,” he growls, proceding with his action, this time antagonistically rubbing, driving me to the edge of my high.
“I can’t–” I feel my breathing cut off, my lips parter as my eyes roll back, wanting a release.
“Let go, baby.”
I release my juices on his fingers, feeling my entrance throbbing as I let go in pleasure. I roll my hips as I ride out my high, his fingers rolling gently on my sensitive slit.
I rest my body more relaxed on his, breathing out in release of frustration as he brings his fingers to his lip, licking off the juices, making me part my lips as I watch. God Damn.
My eyes watch his wet lips as his hands trail down to my solid colowed underwear, placing them back onto my now decreasingly throbbing wetness.
Somewhat, I’m hungry for more. I want him. I want all of him. I want to pleasure him. I want him moaning my name. I want his hans in my hair.. I want him all for me.
I practically crave him.
I lean up my head up and meet his lips, tugging onto his lover lip as he turns the kiss deeper. My hands trail down his waist, playing with the waistband of his boxers. His hand reaches up yo mu now tangled mess of hair, the other caressing my back.
I kiss hiss lips receptively, not giving him a chance to kiss back, but eventually his lips win, taking mine into his with force, soon sucking on my lips with such a passion. I almost feel my body give out right then.
“How about you go wait for me in your room, princess?” he caress my hair, placing gentle hiss on the corner of my mouth.
I nod, getting off his lap and starting my way to my room. Knowiing his eyes are most likely following my movements, I lift my large shirt above my head, throwing it beside me I disappear into my room.
I walk into the dark moonlight filed room, I go straight to the bathroom, finding the closest body spray I can find and basically showering in it.
I take a deep breath and step onto my bed, folding my legs underme as I wait for Jughead at the edge of the bed. I lean my arms behind me, feeling frustraded for him again already.
I hear his footstpes come gradually closer, soon his presence is clear when the door opens wider, revealing Jughead’s naked torso fully to me. The door shuts behind him, and a smirk emits his face as he moves closer to me, his waist moving perfectly as he does.
I stand on my knees, biting my lip at the flawlessness of his movements. My breathing starts to come off as shaky at the realization of what’s about to happen. God, I’ve waited for him so long, now that’s it’s finally happening, I might fucking puke.
His stands hold the sdes of my head gently, eyes pouring in mine with our faces inches away from one another.
“Hey,” he whispers, “It’s just me, baby girl, Relax.”
I nod. Barely letting my mouth touch his, I kiss his plump upper lip fully, making him groan in satisfaction, his hands diving into my hair and tugging at the roots.
I feel the warmth of his body engulf and surround mine, his height towering over mine giving me a sense of protection and security.
My hands play with the buckle of his belt, trying to unfasten the tightness in his pants to release. A few seconds of struggling with the zipper, I tug the hem of his pants down, revealing his black low hung boxers.
I run my fingers down his v line, deepening the kiss as I lean into him. His han holds my jaw, his lips taking control and slipping his tongue in my mouth, battling with mine for dominance.
He fumbles with the blocking material, trying to pull it down, eventually angered with the mix of his frustration when they don’t budge. I spread my knees further, helping him. HIs hands pull at the sides of my panties, trying to rip off a side from the othe with strengh.
“Fuck, these need to go,” he growls.
Surpsingly, the next thing I feel is the air hitting my bare waist as he succefully rips a side of my panties, proceeding to rip the other. He pulls the cloth off, throwing it on the floor beside him.
I feel his legs moving, and I guess he’s trying to rid off his pants, His hands move to my back, unhooking my bra and sliding it off, throwing to meet my now ripped pair of underwear.
I’d be lying if I say watching him rip my panties off doesn’t turn me on.
His lips detach from mine for a second, grabbing a condom wrap from the back of his discarded jeans. He stands back up, handing me the wrapper displayed between both his index and middle finger.
“Roll that on for me, princess.” he requests.
I take it from his hand, ripping it open before my hands reach around his waist rubbing the skin before I pull down his boxers.
His hard bulge comes springing upwards, hitting his abdomen. The sight alone drags a pleasurable pulse out of me.
My heart races at the viev, my hands shaking I roll the plastic onto his length. I look up to him, having finished my task, but not taking him out of my hands. I blink up innocently, watching his head fall back as I slowly pump him. He grins at the action but eventually pushes my hand away.
“Not tonight baby girl, it’s all about you.” Jughead places a sweet open mouthed kiss on my lips, making my area wet by the thought of him inside me as he does.
“Lay down for me,” he commands.
I do as followed, laying myself down on the cold sheets, feeling completely exposed opposide Jughead. I let out a breath I hadn’t know I was holding and let my back rest against the sheets, my legs dangling from the edge of the bed.
Jughead completely discard his boxers, leaving him flawlessly disorbed. I can’t resist him at his perfect angle, his face focused and his eyes full of lust. And he’s all mine.
I smile at the fact, suddenly feeling a wash of air flow over my body. My hands reach over my face covering my eyes as I let out a chuckle.
Jughead hovers over me, his legs standing on the either side of my right leg. His leans to my covered face, moving my hands away as I come face to face with his fully smile.
“You are so goddamn beautiful baby girl, you know that?” he husks, his thumbs caressing one of my blushed cheeks.
I lean up, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “I love you.”
Jughead smiles widely at the words leaving my lips, diving his head straght at level with my breasts as he supports his body with his arms on either side of my torso.
He takes my breasts in his hands for a tender squeeze, rolling the peak of my nipples between his fingers and kissing the top of my breasts.
I dring my hips against him when I feel him take one on his mouth. His actions send nerves of pleasure down my body to my slit, making it throb and ache for him even more that first ride of pleasure.
He kisses dive down to my stomach, placing wet open mouth kisses until he reaches my lower abdomen. My breathing hitches, feeling my stomach rise up and down excessively at the feel of his perfect touch.
He kneels down as he eaches my slit. HIs hands push open wide my knees, giving him more access as my folds spread wider. I groan at the feeling rushing through me at the second time tonight.
“Already wet again for me, princess?” he teases, I feel his finger run down my wetness, his body kneeling up and hovering over me once again.
“Taste?” he brings his finger to my lips, patting my mouth until I open up, rolling my tongue over his finger before I take it in fully, having a taste.
“And what do you say, baby girl?” he raises his head up in question.
“Thank you daddy,” I coo, bitting my lip.
His lips go straight to mine, wet sloppy kisses placed on my mouth as my hands tangle in his hair.
“Say the word and I’ll stop. The last thing I wanna do is cause you any pain, okay princess?” he whispers in my ear, his voice switching to a caring concerned one.
I nod taking his lips in mine as a reassurance. Jughead alings himself at my etrance, his hand going down to rub rapidly at my slit.
Jughead’s head nestles in the crook of my neck as I feel him enter me, both our lips releasing long groans of relief at the contact. I can feel the exact lengt of fill my walls up, making me feel a new kind of pain at first.
“Fuck,” Jughead’s groans loudly, gritting his teeth,”Fuck, you’e so tight, baby girl.”
Stretching me out, I feel my walls tense up and a shook drive through my body. Not taking seconds later, pleasure begins to replace the feeling of discomfort. I moan at the tip pushing right into my spot.
“Jug!” I whine, arching my back in plasure as he hits me repeatedly to a perfect spot.
Our bodies practically melt into one another, and I can’t describe any better feeling that this. His chest up on my breasts, his abs touching my stomach, his lips gently gyrating into mine, his schoulders pressed perfectly to that my head can fit perfectly onto a side.
I slip my arms over until I feel his back muscles, engulfing him more into me than mefore. He thrusts into me more and more, filling me in deeper each time.
I feel my high begin to build up once again. I bite my lip in order not to scream or let any tears fall from my eyes at the combining emotions.
“Don’t fucking do that,” he speaks with a grunt. “Don’t hide your noised, show me how fucking good I make you feel.”
And with that, I couldn’t contain it. I let out a loud moan, not able to contain the pleasure of his fullness in me.
I feel my walls begin to tighten already, my head beginning to doze off in pleasure as my eyes roll back. His hands moves down to my etrance, drawing messy figure eight’s as he thrusts harder into me.
“Hold it, baby,” he demands.
I began to moving to meet him, rocking my hips on him whenever he went in deeper. Our bodies flush in from one to the other. I feel my entire body pulse in each thrust. Both our moans come out struggled as we both reached closer to our climax.
However, things begin to slow down when Jughead flipped the two of us over. His back leans against the headboard as I straddle him.
His hands feel up my stomach, holding my down as I roll my hips teasingly up and down his lenght as he throws his head back in pleasure.
His gorgeous pink lips part as he watches my movements, soon his hands come over my bare cheeks, spreading them apart and slapping them. I pop my ass outwards, feeling the wriggling of the strength filled spank on my heat, making it more pleasureable.
Muttered words leave Jughead’s mouth, a lustful need burning in his eyes encouraging me and making me roll my head back in intense pleasure. He is electrifying, and I never want to stop.
I blush a I watch his dimples dig into his cheeks as he smiles, his eyes on my expressions. I lean and peck his lips, making his thrusts wind me up.
I slower my movements, feeling him twitch inside me. Knowing I couldn’t hold in my orgasm any longer, I put my hands on his abs, leaning on him as I quicken my pace up again.
“You’re doing such a good job, princess, you look so fucking good.” he breathlessly compliments, his eyes fluttering perfectly.
“I’m so close,” I wince, my hands still on his toned torso.
His hand rests on my waist tightly as the other goes yp to my head, holding my in place as his fingers dig into my hair.
“Look at me,” he brings my forehead to his,our noses briefly touching as we both paint into each other’s lips. “I want to watch you cum for me, love.”
My eyes advert to his, his glossy beautifully coloured eyes pouring into mine as I feel my walls tighten around him, now rolling my hips slower.
“Fuck!” I groan breathlessly into his mouth, our lips barely touching.
I finally let go, feeling myself throb around his length, soon following his climax around me. I guide my rolling hips into a slower pace, riding out the best high I’ve ever had.
“God damn,” Jughead breathlessly praises, his lips sloppily kissing mine as we both reach the end of our highs.
Tired, I lean my head on his shoulder, panting breathes leaving my mouth rapidly as so do his. I move my legs from either side of him, throwing myself down onto the sheets right beside him.
I cross my arms above my chest and slide into the sheet’s watching Jughead discard the plastic before joining me back again in the bed, a smile clear on his face as he hovers over me, sliding beside me as the sheets cover both our naked bodies.
His arms embrance my body, pulling my over and against his chest, making a chuckle escape my lips, I let my arms wrap around his waist, cuddling myself to his side.
His lips leave a gentle kiss on my forehead, arms tightly holding me to his side as his hand caresses my hair, the other messaging my nude hips.
“I’m still mad at you, you know?” I joke, humming into the crock of his neck. He is so damn beautiful.
“Good. Maybe you could take your madness out on me tomorrow morning.”
Last thing to say! Not edited because I’m so tired I didnt even realize I write in polish instead of english. If this doesn’t make sense its okay. I edit it tomorrow maybe.
Warnings: mild language, mention of blood, some fluff
“Darling, you gotta go my dad’s gonna be home any minute and I would prefer you to be alive.” You begged while pushing your boyfriend Jason towards the open window. He urgently pulled you into a kiss which you gladly reciprocated. He kept a hand on the base of your neck to prevent you from pulling away while you placed one of your hands on his upper arms and the other on his firm waist. Although you so desperately wanted to continue the heated kiss that burned whenever he crushed his lips onto yours deeper and harder, you had to end it.
“Jase, I’m serious. You gotta go or els-”
“Calm down, Doll. Your dad usually comes home later than he says he will. We got time.” He soothingly rubbed your back and guided you back to your bed.
You sigh in agreement and assume back into your original position; Jason on his back, your head on his bare chest, and his fingers playing with your (Y/H/C) locks.
“You know I hate sneaking around like this.” You whispered while tracing the tattoos on his milky white chest.
“I know doll, I hate it too.”
“You never talk much about your parents. They can’t be that bad if they conceived you.” You giggled at your own joke.
Jason let out a low snort while tangling his long thin fingers in your soft, luscious locks. “Trust me, you don’t want to meet them. They’re…different from other parents.”
You simply rolled your eyes at his wild accusation about his family but you dropped the topic anyway, not wanting to ruin a serene moment.
“Whatever you say, Jase.” You sighed and gently laid a peck on his skull tattoo, emitting a low purr from your boyfriend’s throat.
“Hey, Jase…it’s me again. Please pick up your phone when you have the chance. I’m getting a bit worried. Bye, love you.” Once you ended what seems to be the 10th message on Jason’s cell, you tried to remain strong. Where is he? He usually answers your nightly calls. Since you and he don’t see each other too often you usually give each other a call once a night to end the day on a good note, but today he hasn’t responded to any of your calls or texts. Maybe he already fell asleep or is just busy.
You laid in bed for about an additional 2 hours but you still haven’t received any word from him. What if something happened to him? Your sleeping theory didn’t make sense since he never sleeps that early. The longer you stayed in bed the more worry filled your body. That’s it.
Jumping out of bed in your cotton night shorts and Jason’s hoodie, you quietly snuck out of your window so your parents don’t hear. After a brief moment of typing in his Apple ID and password, your Find my iPhone app pinpointed where Jason’s phone is. Why is he moving?Where was he heading? It might be weird tracking down your boyfriend, but you were worried sick. He could be in danger. Gotham is a treacherous city full of unpredictable criminals, especially during the night.
Once you reached Jason’s location, you felt skeptical. He settled down in a part of town you’ve never been before. Many notorious criminals do their trades and business deals here which is why you always steered clear of this place. You were currently facing a building that looked like it didn’t belong in this area. It was a grand mansion and although it was nighttime, you could make out some of the incredible details and designs etched onto the building. But why would Jason be here?
“(Y/N)? What the hell are you doing here?” You snapped your head towards the familiar voice exiting a large black van.
“Jase? I was worried sick, why the hell didn’t you answer your phone?!” As angry as you were at him, you still ran up and engulfed him in a warm hug. He was covered in some powder/ash and a warm sticky substance but you didn’t care. As long as he was out of harm’s way.
“Doll, we can talk later just please get out of he-”
“Well, well, well. Who do you have here, Jason?” A deep, sickening voice spoke up. Jason pulled you out of his arms and by his side with a protective arm wrapped around your petite waist.
The hairs on the back of your neck stood prominently and the color on your face drained when you noticed who was standing in front of you. The electric green hair, sickly pale skin inked with tattoos, and blood red lips were unmistakeable. The Clown Prince of Crime. The infamous, Joker.
“Puddin’ where are yo-”
“Oh, there you are! Jasey? Who is this young one?”
I think I’m gonna be sick. Not only were you facing one dangerous criminal, but two. The King and Queen of Gotham were shooting daggers right through you with their piercing blue eyes. The Joker and Harley Quinn. And your beloved boyfriend was acquaintances with them.
“Mom, dad, I would like you to meet my girlfriend, (Y/N). Doll, these are my parents.” Jason introduced with a hint of shakiness in his voice. No. Your ears were deceiving you. Your sweet Jason was not the offspring of Gotham’s most psychotic villains.
“Ahem, so how long have you two known each other?” Harley piped up, breaking the awkward silence at the dinner table.
“Um a few months, mom.” The silence continued.
You quietly scrapped your food off your plate and occasionally placed it in your mouth. The silence in the atmosphere was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Although one of the three criminals sitting around you could do it better since they have knife skills. The emotions you had at this point was running around your mind and body like a wildfire. Anger from your boyfriend’s dishonesty and him trying to hide his parents from you. Fear from the fact that his parents could very well kill or dismember you without blinking an eye. Confusion since you still couldn’t process that your boyfriend’s parents are the Joker and Harley Quinn. And disappointment/pain that you boyfriend hid an entire second life away from you.
“How long have you been dating… her?” The Joker finally said a word but the amount of anger and disgust in his voice made you want to curl up into a ball and disappear.
“A few months, dad.”
“A few months, huh? So you started dating her once you met her?” He snapped causing you to jump up out of your seat from the change in volume in his voice. Jason quickly placed his large hand on your thigh to calm your nerves.
“Well then what the fuck do you mean?! Be more specific!” A squeak of surprise left your lips but Jason still ran his hand up and down your thigh, adding a little more pressure.
“Puddin’ calm down-”
“Shut the hell up Harley I will not calm the fuck down!” He growled, pushing back his seat and stomping away angrily.
“Don’t take it personally, sweet pea. He jus’ needs to adjust when meetin’ new people.” Harley stated gently. You simply nod your head in understanding and flashed her a small smile. Once she followed her partner out of the room you adjusted back to Jason, leaving yet another silence to fill the room.
“I’m sorry you had to figure this out this…morning.” Jason apologized while running both hands down your arms in a soothing motion. It was almost 1 am, probably typical for the Joker family to eat dinner and go to bed at this time.
“You don’t need to apologize, baby. I understand why you didn’t introduce me.” You said considerately, stroking his pale face delicately. You could definitely now tell where he got his looks. He had similar to exact features as his father beside the facial tattoos, red lipstick, silver grills, and brightly colored hair.
“Next time, I’m meeting your parents.” He joked causing you to let out a loud genuine laugh.
“Deal.” You replied back jokingly producing a laugh from him as well. He slowly brought his face closer to yours, ending with you closing all space. The kiss was short, sweet, but passionate.
Although his parents might be villains, they’re human. Harley was charming and compassionate. She knew you and Jason shared strong feelings even for the short period of time you’ve known each other. The Joker, on the other hand, was not so open-minded but eventually, you will grow on him. Perhaps you could even introduce them to family game night- the normal way.
i blame @ssaravinter and everyone is cool with that. slightly nsfw
my first mchanzo collab thing with the other people from the zine
“Fancy meeting you here.”
The words were roughly pressed into his ear, with a hot breath that made Hanzo’s blood run cold and the scratch of stubble against his skin that told him just how close Deadlock was. Unnervingly close, in fact, with one gloved hand gripping tightly at his hair, pulling his head back to bare his throat. The prick of a perfectly sharpened knife against his throat was unmistakable, the blade steady and just barely cutting into him.
Some of these quotes are 100% serious and meant genuinely,
especially in regard to Dally and Johnny. Other quotes are absolutely us being
pedantic, entirely because of how much of a hissy fit Hinton threw for the mere
suggestion that there is a possible queer reading of this book. So if some of
these seem like reaches… they are,
and that’s what makes it so much fun.
WHEN I STEPPED OUT into the bright sunlight from the
darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and
a ride home. (Paul Newman, a bisexual icon.)
I have light-brown, almost-red hair and greenish-gray eyes.
I wish they were more gray, because I hate most guys that have green eyes, but
I have to be content with what I have.
(Ponyboy has a type.)
Darry is six-feet-two, and broad-shouldered and muscular. He
has dark-brown hair that kicks out in front and a slight cowlick in the back—
just like Dad’s— but Darry’s eyes are his own. He’s got eyes that are like
two pieces of pale blue-green ice. They’ve got a determined set to them, like
the rest of him. He looks older than twenty— tough, cool, and smart. He would
be real handsome if his eyes weren’t so cold.
Soda is handsomer than anyone else I know. Not like Darry—
Soda’s movie-star kind of handsome, the kind that people stop on the street to
watch go by. He’s not as tall as Darry, and he’s a little slimmer, but he has a
finely drawn, sensitive face that somehow manages to be reckless and thoughtful
at the same time.
Soda merely cocked one eyebrow, a trick he’d picked up from
“I’d just as soon
tease a full-grown grizzly” (The biggest
and best reach of all.)
They came running toward us now— four lean, hard guys. (They were hard, guys.)
Steve Randle was seventeen, tall and lean, with thick greasy
hair he kept combed in complicated swirls. He was cocky, smart, and Soda’s best
buddy since grade school.
(The entire description of Dally that lasts
If it hadn’t been for the gang, Johnny would never have
known what love and affection are.
Dallas lit a cigarette and handed it to Johnny. (Historically a queer symbol, just saying.)
Two-Bit cocked an eyebrow. “Nice-lookin’ bruise you got
there, kid.” I touched my cheek gingerly. “Really?” Two-Bit
nodded sagely. “Nice cut, too. Makes you look tough.”
I can understand why Sodapop and Steve get into drag races
and fights so much, though— both of them have too much energy, too much
feeling, with no way to blow it off. (Heh.)
In a moment his breathing was light and regular. I turned my
head to look at him and in the moonlight he looked like some Greek god come to
earth. I wondered how he could stand being so handsome. (Why would you even think that?)