my finger burns

Keep Me Close

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: @blackrose8898 -Hi! I was wondering if you can write a Jughead x Reader where the reader is Archie’s younger sister and Jughead has to help her through their dad getting shot?

Warnings: none


It’s always been the four of us: Dad, Archie, Jughead and me. As my brother and I anxiously waited in the hospital for any news on our father’s injury, my fingers burned to dial Jughead’s number and let him know what had happened. Of course, Archie was ahead of me. In fact, he called the entire group to let them know.

I’d heard his familiar footsteps against the linoleum floor before I saw him. He was leading the others around the corner, but his gaze instantly met mine. Before he could reach me, Archie intercepted and brought him in for one of those brotherly hugs.

 I looked on as Betty made her way next to me, draping her arm over my shoulders and asking me if I needed anything.

Once things had calmed down, Jughead slunk away to take the seat next to me. 

For as long as I’d known him, I’d liked him. When we were younger, Archie talked about becoming brothers with him, and I’d played the wife in every house game. It was all pretend, but as we got older, we grew to appreciate each other in a way that went beyond friends. Neither of us outright said anything though; we didn’t want to put Archie is an awkward position.

“How are you holding up?” he muttered, gently taking my hand in his.

I scoffed and replied, “About as bad as you’d expect. What a strange family we are; your dad’s in custody and mine is lying in a hospital bed for who knows how long.”

He offered me a slight smile as he looked down at our hands, his thumb gliding over my fingers.

Then a doctor came into the room, asking for the family of Fred Andrews. Naturally, everyone stood up. Jughead held my hand a little firmer and led me to stand in front, next to Archie. Once the doctor confirmed that our dad was stable, we let out a sigh a relief. Of course, dad wasn’t out of the woods yet, but stable is better than dead.

Betty’s parents approached us and told us to go home and clean up. Silly me, I’d almost forgot about the dried blood on my clothes. Veronica offered to take Archie home and once my brother checked in with me to see if I was okay enough to leave alone, he walked down the hallways with her.

“We should get you cleaned up too,” Jughead said, still holding my hand, like I might disappear if he let go.

I nodded and said goodbye to Betty and her family. Home seemed like the best place to go, but if Archie and Ronnie were there, I didn’t want to be there among all their couple stuff. 

Sensing that, Jughead offered me his helmet and once the motorcycle roared to life, he steered off towards his place.

The ride over was wordless. As he steered with confidence, I clung to his waist and rested my head against his back. It was only when he moved had I realized that we’d stopped.

He took off the helmet for me and took my hand again, leading me to his father’s house. Once we were safe inside, he led me to the bathroom and started turning on the shower. 

I just kept staring at him; he was so quiet, but every movement spoke for him.

He moved to take off my jacket and that’s when I snapped back to reality. “I-I can do it,” I whispered.He took a step back, taken off-guard by my sudden talking. 


As I took off the layers, he moved to test the temperature of the flowing water.

“It’s warm, so it should be fine,” he said with his back to me.

We’d known each other for so long, I didn’t feel embarrassed by him seeing me naked like that. However, when he turned around and his gaze met mine, I could see his cheeks redden. I wasn’t blind to the fact that his eyes also lowered to look at me; in fact, I welcomed it.

I stepped into the shower and let the warm water take me over. Aware of Jughead standing right outside, I still looked down at my hands and started scrubbing at the dried blood, letting the water help with removing it. When I looked down, I saw the red flow of water and it made me sick to think that that was my father’s blood, removed because some guy had a vendetta.

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that the water soon turned clear again. Once I was satisfied, I turned off the water and stepped outside, draping a towel around me.

“Jughead?” I called out.

“I’m in the bedroom,” he responded.

Once I dried off and put on the clothes that he slipped in while I was in the shower, I made my way to meet him.

He was laying on his back, staring at his phone. When he saw me enter, he dropped it and focused his attention on me.

Quickly, I made my way to lay beside him, my back facing him. The second my head hit the pillow, I closed my eyes, welcoming its comfort.

Not even five second later, I felt Jughead wrap his arm around my stomach, pulling me closer to him. His breathing was stable but I could sense that something was bothering him.

Resting my arm on top of his, I asked, “Jug? Everything okay?”

“That could have been you,” he mumbled into my back.

I stilled; I knew what he meant. I could’ve been the one to get shot and not have been so lucky to make it to a hospital.

“But it wasn’t”, I replied.

“I know it’s your dad and all, but I’m really glad that it wasn’t you.”

I let out a breath and said, “I know.”

A couple of moment passed before he spoke again. “You can’t leave me. With everything going on, and all these other mysteries poking about, I need you, Y/N.”

With him so close, I hoped he couldn’t tell how fast my heart was beating. 

“I’m not planning on going anywhere, Jug. I’ve always needed you.”

The tension of his arm reduced, giving me enough space to turn around and face him.

“Promise me,” he said, staring intently into my eyes. “Promise me you won’t do anything stupid to get yourself hurt. If anyone has to survive this crazy town, it has to be you.”

“Why can’t it be us? Why can’t we outlive everyone?”

“Because what kind of story would that make? A rebel kid from the wrong side of the tracks and a beautiful girl from a good family? Kind of cliche isn’t it?” he asked playfully, smiling at me.

“I wouldn’t mind that ending,” I said, seriously.

His smile disappeared as he said, “Neither would I.”

He pulled me closer to him and I ducked my head to rest under his chin. I didn’t want to think about the murder, or the attempted assassination of my father, or the fact that high school was shaping up to be quite the learning experience. 

Just being there, with him, was enough. If I had to ask for anything out of my life, this would be it.

Things would fall into place; I had no doubt about that. But this, with Jughead, this was always forming from the first time we said hi to one another. There wasn’t a lot of certainty in Riverdale, but it was comforting to know that he was always going to be there for me and with me.

With him, I was ready to face anything.

A doodle of a Dab for all your fast dabs needs


• guess I get to vacuum again

• these wax bits are important

• my nails are feirce but I can’t shuffle my tarot cards

• 10% of the herbs actually made it into the tiny jar

• this rock is important

• my plants have names

• and personalities

• purse and pockets filled with rocks

• shit I left the amethyst on the windowsill

• pillowcase also filled with rocks

• the bed is grainy bc u threw SALT ON IT

• burned my fingers again

• these acorns: important

• oh my god I think my quartz is in the dryer

anonymous asked:

I BURNED MY FINGER... from holding my phone and looking at all the HOT pictures of you, you handsome boy ;)

That was alarmingly smooth oh my XD


It’s Fire Cider making season!!

Half of today was just a huge cider crafting adventure. Half of these herbs are from my yard while the rest were from the market. I had the idea of making different ciders for various purposes and various correspondences. I even gave them names!!

Burning passion:
Red cabbage, radishes, hibiscus petals, red onion, grapefruit, purple basil flowers, black peppercorn. I wanted this to taste sensual and fiery like a smokey flower. Can be used in love tonic spells or for courage. 

devils kiss:
Sweet red peppers, chili peppers, red bell pepper, shallots, dried chili flakes, sweet garden tomatoes. I wanted this to be traditionally spicy but with a rich sweet taste. The tomatoes were ripe and from my garden and have such a rich sweetness to them. 

amber blaze:
Oranges, sweet orange peppers, carrots, cinnamon, anise, habanero peppers (going to sweeten it with maple syrup after probably). I just wanted this to have the festiveness of fall and kick any cold I would potentially have in the crotch. 

gold fire:
Ginger, turmeric, lemon, yellow onion, sweet yellow peppers. I was just excited to use pure turmeric. There’s a beautiful glow to this one. 

white inferno:
Daikon radish, white onion, garlic, rosemary, cardamom, white pepper, chive flowers, basil flowers, chives. This one has a intense cleansing feel to it, nutritionally and energetically. I really felt like adding rosemary to this recipe would be right. I love the whole white flowers in there too that make it have more of this sense of purifying. The white pepper powder for some reason sparkles in it so it feels sparkly and light. The daikon radish is so light and refreshing when you first bite into it but it has an airy fieriness that permeates the whole mouth two seconds later. I’m excited to see what type of spice and flavor it will have after a few months!

emerald ember:
Horseradish, parsley, lime, basil, orange mint, jalapeño peppers, green bell peppers. I really wanted a cider that would be very herbal yet refreshing. I wanted it to have the type of spice that opens up your sinuses and third eye lol. 

My fingers were burning for an hour after haha. I am so glad it finally stopped. 

Quickly (Smut)


Request: Airplane sex and some fluff.  

Word count: 4,5745

Faint, slightly irritating rumbling sounds rang in my ears, slowly pulling me out of my otherwise heavy sleep and forced my sore eyes to blink a few times, before being able to open them fully. At first, everything seemed blurry and the noises surrounding me seemed rather unfamiliar. 

Slowly, waking up fully, I found myself laying in Shawn’s lap with my feet across the empty seat, I should have been sitting in. 

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please I just want to meet them…..
also quick extra doodles

Sunday Mornings (Smut)


A/N: This is requested. I’m not sure how I feel about this, but here you go, then I might just delete it later. 

Word count: 2,536

“Are you watching me sleep again?” I asked, covering my face with my palms.

I still didn’t open my eyes, nor did I unravel myself from the comfy position under the warm blanket.

Sundays were for staying in bed. At least that was my opinion. Shawn on the other hand, had a hard time spending his time doing absolutely nothing. Usually, he would go to the gym early in the morning, before I’d even opened my eyes.

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colored this beautiful drawing by my super talented friend @sinfulpapillon because why the heck not! She is such a great and inspiring artist and all her art makes me go “!!!!”, and also guess what:

SHE’S TAKING COMMISSIONS!!! so drop by and check for yourself if you want her to draw anything for you, because let me tell you, she’s gonna nail it.

Imagine Isak’s having a bad night. He has to study for a test tomorrow and he doesn’t feel prepared. So he is beating himself up about that. And then he has a disagreement with his mum over text and he feels frustrated and hurt because she feel far away from him at the moment and he doesn’t know what to say. Even is trying to help but they’ve ended up having an argument over something stupid. Mainly because Isak is grumpy and let’s face it, he snaps so easily when he is on edge.

Even decides to cook Isak dinner so he has some nourishment and this gives them both some space for an hour or so. But when it’s nearly ready Isak slumps into the kitchen and starts looking absent-mindedly looking in the fridge. Even grins at him and gently says “hey you, I’m making chicken parmigiana. It will be ready soon”. Without looking at him Isak sighs heavily and replies, “Even I don’t need fancy food I just need to eat I’m starving”.

“You need to eat go- ah fuck!” Even yelps and jumps away from the cooker where he had open the door to check the food. Isak whirls around and sees him holding his hand with tears in his eyes. “Oh baby did you burn yourself? ” Isak is by his side quick as a flash and takes Even’s hand in his…..and it’s very red and already blistering.

“Fuck Even you need to run that under cold water” Isak is gasping and his eyebrows are knitted together. Even tries to smile back lightly but it falls short, it’s clear how much it hurts his hand is shaking against Isak’s. But he still says “Don’t worry baby I’m ok. I need to check the chicken now”.

Isak does not let go of his hand. “Fuck the chicken Even. It’s you being the best boyfriend ever that’s got you into this mess. Don’t worry. Your hand is going to blister really badly and that’s what matters to me. Doctors say you must hold skin under cold running water for at least ten minutes when you have a severe burn” Isak gently tugs Even over to the sink whilst he is talking, his voice is a little high and a little loud.

“Isak chill!” Even tries to joke but then he sees Isak’s face, eyes full of tears and cheeks flushed. So Even relaxes his hand and allows Isak to run the water over it even though it actually hurts a bit - but ok after a bit it actually feels better. Isak watches the clock earnestly in between peppering Even’s shoulder with kisses and whispering “It’s ok. It’s ok. We will bandage it later. Thank you for making me dinner. Sorry I was grumpy. I love you.”

When the ten minutes are up Isak takes Even’s hand and ever so tenderly he kisses his fingertips, his eyes fluttering closed as he does so as if he is concentrating on pouring all his love into those kisses. At last he let’s out a deep sigh and looks at Even who looks back eyes glowing. Even leans over and pecks Isak on the lips and then raises a playful eyebrow, “You said I was the best boyfriend ever”.

Isak flushes and rolls his eyes. “Shut up” it is said with the fondest tone. “It’s not like I’ve got anyone to compare you to!” Even shoves him gently in that mock offended way he does.

They eat the chicken parmigiana for dinner and it isn’t half bad. Even feeds bits to Isak and Isak let’s him. When they are washing up, Isak presses his face against Evens shoulder and mutters “You are though. And I don’t need to compare you”. Even stays silent but Isak knows he is smiling, instead he turns to bury his nose into Isak’s hair and takes a deep breath.

friends who kiss sometimes

i love the way the ocean smells on your neck
with the horizon carrying the full moon – the
night is ours at last. i asked about [……] but
you couldn’t remember a single thing but then
i remembered

you looked into my eyes with a piercing gaze
and i had to look away because my heart is a
pyromaniac and i don’t want to see you burn
my fingers find the cave of nerves inside your
hair and i can’t help myself but pull and sink
my teeth into your throat with your head tilted
back waves of ecstasy spiraling across our
joint galaxies mashing together but remaining
perfectly intact

when i held you close you cried and showed me
your scar and told me the world is cold and cruel
but you’re safe and warm in my arms so the past
is no longer relevant your fire was never extinguished
you just thought it was … all it takes is a spark to rekindle it
and you’re playing with fire

I made a homemade pizza, which is great

but I’ve also burned my finger while doing it

why do the things I love the most, hurt me the most

We Have No Privacy

Bucky x Reader


Summary: you and Bucky have a secret relationship that you hide from the other Avengers. Or so you think ;)

Word Count: 1636

Warnings: cursing + fluff

A/N: I can do requests just fyi :) honestly I don’t have much to say other than the fact that I’m listening to my happy song right now: Without Question from The Road to El Dorado. I recommend 💛

“Which one of you punks finished the popcorn?” Bucky growls. I chuckle.

“I’ll go make more.” I offer, taking the empty bowl from his hands. “This movie is lame, anyway.” I get up from the couch, winking. Nat follows closely behind me, rolling her eyes.

“They have the weirdest taste in movies, I swear.” I nod in agreement, pitter-pattering on the wooden floor in my bare feet, hoodie, and gym shorts. I reach the large, marble kitchen and head to the corner cupboard. Nat hops onto the counter, her big red curls bouncing with her. She huffs sadly. I roll my eyes with a smile.

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I’m uploading my live shows to my side channel ‘LessAmazingPhil’ now so you can catch up whenever you like! Make sure you’re subscribed to see when they pop up. Here’s the first one where I unbox a gift from YouTube, tell the story of my burned finger and stab myself with a cactus. Enjoy!

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