never responds

Y: I’m hurt because you never responded to my meme

S: The kids around you are hurt because you’re chatting during work hours

Y: Hah! I’m free on mondays. Thought you were smart, now. How’s it going with the russ bus?

S: If you tell me how I can earn 300 000 kr, it will go well

Y: Dayum

S: How much do you think I can get for Elias’ organs?

Y: Don’t think you will get so much for that, honestly. But if the bus is very important for you we can sell my kidneys. Everything for you girl

Y: Haha thanks. But I don’t want to take your kidney from you

Y: *heart emoji*

S: You are going to need it as a football coach. Because my football team is going all in to CRUSH your football team!! And I don’t think it’s any fun to win against a team with a weak coach

Y: What?! Do you think my 12-man team is going to lose against your two-man team?

S: I’m not going to have a football team. I’m going to have a basketball team. And yes, easy. No matter the sport.

Y: Haha I like the confidence. Game on.

ladyailaryposts  asked:

I was wondering if you please could rec me some Murder Husbands fics that are full of fluff. I am finishing the tied season and I crave for them to just me happy and kinda normal (?). Anyways I am sorry to bother you also because you are not a rec blog, so if you don't feel like it don't answer me at all.

I will never not respond to an ask! Especially if it’s seeking help or direction. Sadly I’ve only been a part of the fandom for about a couple of months so I’m not well versed in fics. (I’m more versed in other fan artists if anything lol…)

However hopefully this will catch someone’s attention and they can help! @scribblefritz helped direct someone to a fic so maybe they can help you too. :D (sorry I don’t personally know tho)

I haven’t been able to get on to reply to messages for a few days because I’ve hardly been home this weekend, but blocking me from sending messages just because you’re annoyed assures that I’ll never be able to respond.

I promise I do want to reply to every one but with the school year programs trying to wrap up, business things to prep for, my own health problems, and two grandparents that are recently unable to live completely on their own and need daily help and care… it’s hard for me to find a break when I’m just not completely exhausted.

I love to and absolutely do want to do everything I can to help and answer you all, but real life has needed my focus lately. I deeply appreciate those who have had patience with me, and for those who haven’t that’s fine but you should know this is how it is right now. That doesn’t mean I am trying to ignore you.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I have a claim on a mineral lot. I just realized you said Monday was the limit. I'm really hoping that means by the end of Monday, because I'm going to be paying at around 3 on Monday. If you meant Midnight, is there any way I could message you about my lot? I'm 100% sure, I just don't have access to a computer to pay with until 3.

Yes, don’t sweat it! It’s fine. Just message me over the instant messenger to let me know. I’m always willing to wait a bit if you communicate with me. The reason I have that time limit in place is because occasionally someone will claim a lot and then never pay and never respond to my messages. That way if they’re not talking to me after the time limit is up, I can just put the lot back up for grabs because that rule is in place. But if you are having some kind of issue or if something’s going on, I am always willing to wait. You just have to let me know :)

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{PART 22} I Won’t Stop You (M) // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; You hear the great history of Vampires as you have never heard it before. But as the door into Jungkook’s world is opened wide for you - many more open in turn. Jungkook finds himself overwhelmed with anger - and that anger turns into something you least expected.

“His love and protection were both her weapon and shield. She didn’t belong or willingly surrender to anyone; anyone that was, except him.”

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 21} {Part 22} {Part 23}

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anonymous asked:

I don't know why ur actin up for attention. You're okay as a writer, but there are much better ones in the fandom who have far less recognition

You see. It all started when father returned from the war. He had never been an affectionate man, as much as I can recall. But after the war, the small nods and brief glances from him that I had grown to look forward to had disappeared.

He was quick to anger and quicker to drink. Sometimes I’d awaken in the middle of the night to find him standing in the middle of the quiet farm, bathed in moonlight and despondent. His eyes would be fixated on the moon and stars, unblinking.

“Papa,” I’d call to him, “you’re scaring me…”

Of course, he didn’t respond. He never did. Somehow, his silence instilled more fear than his anger. The eerie quiet when I wished so badly to know what he was imagining.

The chores on the farm soon fell on my shoulders, as my mother came down with a chest cold that never seemed to go away. Some days were worse than others for her. I remember running to fetch the doctor in the middle of the night when she couldn’t keep from coughing. Walking through the old wooden thresh hold he greeted my father, who sat unblinking once again in his rocker with the usual bottle of liquor in his calloused hand. The light from the candles flickered, showing glimpses of his eyes which were wide with madness.

Seeing now the state he was in, the doctor simply tipped his cap and tended to my ailing mother. And soon after that, the talk around town began. Not so quiet whispers accompanied by piercing eyes when I made my way into town to fetch mothers tonic or liquor for papa.

My trips became less and less frequent. Not only because I couldn’t handle the gossip, but it seemed papa would do something drastic every time I left. One day I found him in the coop snapping the necks of the chickens inside, feathers flying everywhere as the few remaining tried to escape his grasp.

“Papa! No!” I screamed for him to stop.

He dropped to his knees with shaking hands. It was the first time he had spoken to me in what seemed like years. His voice was more hoarse than I remembered.

“I’m…sorry,” he spoke through tears.

Heavy with the shame of what he had done, he dragged himself off as I took care of the mess and contemplated how we would get our eggs now. I didn’t see papa again until that night. He came stumbling inside near dawn, crashing around our old farm house in his usual drunken stuper and calling for my grandmother, who had passed some time ago.

Why am I seeking attention? Who knows…but reading this message I think back to those chickens and their snapped necks. Who can say why, but perhaps I am jealous of them a bit. For at least, even in a brief moment before their deaths, they felt my fathers touch. Something I never had.

“Much better writers with far less recognition?” I chuckled and inched closer to you.

When the fandom approached me, asking me to hand-choose which followers went to which blogs I was shocked, but proudly took on the task. Just as I had taken on the burden of my families farm, I would also carry out this task to the best of my ability.

I moved my lips closer to your ear, letting them ghost over the skin as my fingers delicately tucked your hair to the side. My warm breath was seeping into your pores as you waited for me to respond.

“I know,” I whispered so softly, “now unfollow me, bitch.”

"Being Fuckable Does Not Mean Being Date-able." [Dylan O’brien] Pt. 1

THANK YOU FOR 1k FOLLOWERS GUYS!!!! This is probably the last request I’ll ever do. And it’s from a long time ago. Sorry. Requests kind of give me writers block because of the certain plot that has to go with it so forgive me if I never got to yours, but enjoy this last one because after this I will just write what comes to mind! MY BOX IS STILL OPEN FOR COMMENTS OR QUESTIONS THOUGH!!! 


anon: Heyyy buddy I think you writing is amazing could you do one where the reader is drunk and at a party Dylan had to take her home and she accidentally tells him that she likes him then the morning after he confronts her about it.

My eyes were very focused on my ipad settled below my chin. Laying on my stomach, I felt my shoulders begin to cramp. I grabbed my ipad and laid my back on the pillows trying to desperately finish the story before I start to get ready for my plans later. I had a guilty pleasure, it was reading dirty stories, Dylan somehow never teased me about it, but from time to time he did laugh a little. 

“Are you reading smut again?” Dylan’s voice rang through my ears. I forgot he was beside me now curiously looking over to see what I was doing. 

“Yes and?” He put his hands up in defense as his eyebrows worked their way closer to each other.

“Nothing Rachel Green.”

“Shut up Joey.” I said responding to his ‘Friends’ reference, the episode where Joey found out Rachel was reading a dirty book. My eyes scanned the paragraphs as I was trying to get back to where I was, “How come you read smut when you literally can get sex whenever you can, “

My attention was very much now on him already knowing what was coming. His eyes wandered and paused directly at my lips. It’s like he realized his stare was starting to affect me that he tilted his eyes back to mine.

“Uh, what I mean is that I’ve seen you do it.” He explained in order for me to not interpret it wrong.

Was he serious? Well because Dylan, you are my best friend, and when I read these books I picture you in them with me but I know fucking your best friend would be weird for you. 

That’s what I should of said, but instead the words jumbled up into,

 “Because it’s entertaining to see the climax and story of the couple right before they fuck, and even staying for the resolution after.” I stated, not even bothering to look at him any longer with the intent of wanting to jump every bone of his body as I kept reading further.

I could see his hands intertwining together as both of them were playing around with each other between his legs. His eyes kept directing at me as if waiting for me to answer sincerely.

“Okay because I have needs Dylan! Did you really want me to say that I get horny a lot?” I rolled my eyes as his smile plastered pure satisfaction after I fezzed up.

“But horny of what? Just go have sex? There’s something you’re not telling me here.” He paused.

 “Better yet,  just fuck me.” he shrugged. He always flirted as a joke so casually  and it irritated the hell out of me. 

For us, saying, ‘fuck me’ is a regular one on one jokingly flirting with each other thing. We always joke sexually but lately it was becoming hard for me to just act like I didn’t want him to pound into me. I had it bad for my ‘best friend’. 

These love stories with smut in them focused on two things I wanted most, Dylan’s affection and his- well, dick. I didn’t want to be just friends anymore, I wanted something real with him. I read the cliche wattpad books with the plot of best friends falling for each other, pathetic in my situation, believe me, I know.

“No.” I rolled my eyes for the second time hinting at him to stop and wasn’t in the mood for casual jokes.

“You wouldn’t fuck me?” His hand went over his chest pretending to be insulted. I was getting really sick of this, I was ready to snap. He wanted to play? Alright Let’s play.

I pressed the button on the corner of my ipad for it to rest, I could feel stare behind me as he watched me place it on the night stand. All the attention was on him now,

“You know, what? I wouldn’t mind doing something right now. And since you keep interrupting me..” His curious eyes followed my actions.

“Let’s have sex.” I could of sworn that if he had water right now he would spit it right out. His eyes were left in shock to what I had just mentioned which caused me to smirk. I never responded to his jokes, I usually just laughed or rolled my eyes, but it was annoying me now. He needed to learn a lesson.

 After several rapid blinks he managed to let out a stutter, “I- do you like me?” A huge smile on his face suddenly appeared, His hand started to caress my cheek. Did he think I was joking?

His question caught me by surprise so I stepped back a little. I was terribly afraid of his rejection. If he didn’t feel the same way, everything would be ruined. 

“What? No!” I laughed it off, “Dylan, I said I would fuck you, because let’s admit it, you are hot. But an emotional attachment? Hell no. You’re my best friend?” That is not what I wanted to say at all, but I did not want to be humiliated. His face dropped and went back to a careless expression, his eyes turned darker and they broke contact with mine as his hand extracted from my face.

“Being fuck-able does not mean being date-able.” I leaned forward as I made my way across him. My legs were now snaking around his waist as he was sitting down gasping at my every movement as I sat down on him quickly.

 “What’s wrong? Tired of all the sexual jokes?” My lips whispered into to his ear. “Cause I am.” I said lower, “You should put them to the test.” Just as I was about to lean a tad bit close to his lips, his hands grabbed my chin and stopped me.

“Can you just drop it? I get it, I got a taste of my own medicine.” He grabbed my arms in a careful way but shoved me softly off him. He was heading out of my door, as he turned around not even looking at me, suddenly he had such interest in his phone. It’s what he does when he’s mad or annoyed. He avoids eye contact with me and goes on his phone/

“Don’t forget we planned a night out today, I’ll come by at eight.”

And with that he rushed out of my house leaving me utter shock. What was with the sudden attitude? His cold answers really started to made me wonder if I made him uncomfortable with my reaction. He has rejected to fuck me? Of course I wasn’t going though with it but he left before I finished.

It stung so bad. As if I wasn’t good enough to have sex with? My ego was getting to me but I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed of this whole situation. He thought he got a taste of his own medicine? He hasn’t seen the half of it. He wasn’t getting away with embarrassing me that easy.

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Four hours later passed and It was almost eight. I made sure to look extra tonight, cause I was an extra bitch. The knocks on the door soon startled me. He came twenty minutes later than he said but I was okay with it.

 He was moody again. He stood a few more seconds at the door, “are we leaving?” still typing on his phone.

“Yes, i just need to get my purse and put on lipstick. Are you just gonna stand there and wait?” His eyes shot up and once he got a hold of the sight, he stared up and down at me. I was wearing a short black tight dress as my black heels complimented it. My hair was straightened, and I hardly straighten it. I go more for the curls usually. My make up was the same yet I added wing eyeliner.

He gasped for about ten seconds as he moved his hand up on down his lip. “Why are you wearing that?” He quickly rushed to my couch as he grabbed a cushion and somehow put it on his lap. He was fidgeting a bit, a normal person wouldn’t notice but I just paid too much attention.

“I’m going to try to get fucked tonight, you’re right. I shouldn’t be reading things about it I should just go get the real thing.” I replied coldly.

“You know I was kidding about that. Read all the porn you want.” He winked playfully.

“Cute.” I laughed mockingly. His expression turned cold again as he rolled his eyes. “Fine. Um I’m going to wait in the car.” 

“Kay.” This time I didn’t bother to look back as he left to his car. His annoying mood swings were getting on my nerves.

When we got to the club, Dylan’s grip was hesitant, as if he didn’t want to let me go and enjoy myself. “Let’s go dance!” His eyes landed on my dress again, “ Yeah let’s not. Let’s go get a drink or two first.” His grip was still on my waist.

I could see his protective side coming out, and it was irritating to say the least. “Fine.” I fake smiled to show him I was annoyed. 

Six shots later, it was finally kicking in. I was already heading to the dance floor, I could tell Dylan was watching from a far. His eyes rolled so far back every time he saw me interact with a guy, it was ridiculous.

It didn’t take long before he saw I was a little too drunk that I couldn’t keep up with my feet. “Alright, we should go now.”  He gently intertwined my arm with his as he took us to the exit. 

“Dylan! I was about to get some tonight, now they’re going to think you’re like my boyfriend and not want to talk to me!”

“Good.” He lead us towards his car. “How much did you drink?” I asked as we both got inside.

“I drank other beverages, I’m the designated driver remember.” He said harshly. I didn’t say one word to him the whole ride home, but I could tell we were going to his since it was closer. He was being so rude that every time he spoke, my heart ached a bit more.

The silence wasn’t awkward, he knew when something was bugging me so he just doesn’t add to it.

When the car stopped at my house, I was afraid of facing him to say bye or anything because there was a tear that escaped my eye and I swiped it quickly off. if I said anything he would still notice because of my shaky voice.

“Y/N.” His voice said from a distance but I blocked it out as I kept looking down at my shoes.

“Hey Y/N. Are you crying?” Dylan scooted closer as he cupped my cheeks. 

“You’ve been so distant this whole day after I made a move on you. I mean I get it, we’re best friends and you’d never go for more than that. You’d never love me the way I love you, but the fact that you don’t see me as a desirable person? It’s worse than punching me in the face.”

 I felt my sadness overcome me as my sleepiness mixed with it. My eyes started to close as my tears still kept streaming out.

“And it hurts Dylan.” I managed to say in my sad, sleepy voice. “It hurts so much because I want to be your everything, and seeing you that disgusted of me just teared me.” And sleep soon consumed my brain I was out with my as the water droplets from my eyes barely started to dry. Guess crying yourself to sleep is a real thing?

Dylan however was very much awake. He was speechless, and he was positive I wasn’t going to remember a thing in the morning.

The confronting will be in the second part!

anonymous asked:

as an introvert one of my biggest pet peavey is being asked why I'm quiet cuz I never know how to respond to that question 😅

Some fun ideas:

“You don’t plan a murder out loud”

“I’m an aspiring mime” 

“I’m holding back my awe inspiring words” 

(with mouth as closed as possible) “My mouth is full of bees” 

or “My mouth has been glued” 

just start laughing really maniacally 

More serious answers:

“I prefer to listen” 

“words are not my friends” 

*shrug*


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If I could be just a dad

“I am not just a mom,” Mary said, trying to hold back her frustration but she was failing, “And you are not a child.”

“I never was.” Dean quickly responded with sadness in his voice, “I gave up knowing my own daughter so that she could be a child. Do you know wha-what I’d do if I could be just a dad? To know my own kid? You have that chance and your-” Dean stopped himself before he got too worked up. “So between us and them-”

“It’s not like that.” Mary interrupted her oldest son.

“Yeah Mary, it is.” Dean cut in with a serious face which Mary returned, however it was easy to see that Dean’s words had hurt her. “And you made your choice. So there’s the door.” Dean finished, pointing up towards the door as his emotions nearly broke through. He walked away, unable to be in the same room as his mother anymore.

Sam moved out of his seat to follow Dean, however Mary called to him, “Sam-” She said.

Sam looked up at his mother with tears in his eyes, “You should go.” He told her. 

“Dean has a daughter?” She asked, drawing Sam’s attention back into the conversation.

Sam simply nodded his head, thinking of you caused more emotions to rise within him, bringing more tears to his eyes. “Yeah, Y/N, she-she’s five.” Sam replied thickly with emotion.

“And why doesn’t he see her?” Mary questioned.

Sam looked back at his mother with unbelieving eyes, “This life that we live, Dean wanted better for her; he wanted her to be a child. So we stay away.”
Mary slowly nodded her head as she took in her youngest child’s words, “You really should go.” Sam repeated himself,

“And never mention Y/N again.”

We need to talk about something.

And that something is the way Harry would behave when you get home from the gym.

You get back, absolutely exhausted from a hard workout, your gym clothes cool and damp with sweat, sticking to your skin. And Harry’s in the kitchen cooking some “protein” noodles or maybe they’re zoodles or squoodles, and for whatever reason he’s only got a pair of tight joggers on, his chest completely exposed to the boiling pot.

“Don’t burn yourself,” you sigh, remembering the last time he cooked nearly naked and little grease spatter burns were across his belly for at least a week. You kick off your shoes, bending to remove the sweat-soaked socks from your feet. A sharp hiss escapes you as you feel the burn in your thighs.

“S’the matter?” he asks, turning the stove top off and removing the pot before crossing over to you.

“My thighs burn,” you mutter, slowly easing yourself up. Harry’s closer now, arms outstretched with his hands running over your shoulders. His fingers twist around a bit of damp hair before he pulls them back, brushing them lightly beneath his nose. “Are you trying to smell my sweat?”

“Yeah,” he grins unabashedly, taking a fist full of your wet hair and inhaling deeply. He growls in pleasure, before placing a kiss on your neck. “What do they call it? Natural musk?”

“I do not have a musk, Harry!”

You stomp away from him, but the ache in your thighs keeps you from achieving the desired dramatics.

“Yeh do, love, and it’s sexy,” he says, easily closing the distance between you once more as he slithers his arms around your waist and rests his head atop yours, swaying you gently.

“Well, I think I’m smelly and would like to take a shower.”

“Can I help yeh with that, love?”

Turning in his arms, you give him a hard look. “No,” you answer firmly, “because to you helping is fucking and I’m just too exhausted for that right now.”

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On Cloud Nine / Jughead Jones

I’m not sure it it’s exactly what you were thinking of…but I hope you like it nonetheless. 


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(Y/N)’s face remains blank.

She waits patiently until the shock and amusement that had overwhelmed her friends passed.

“This is gold,” Reggie manages to say, despite his uncontrollable laughter. 

“Are you serious?” Veronica asks, unable to believe what she had heard. “How is that possible?”

“No one? Ever?” Archie sniggers, continuing the excessive questioning. 

(Y/N) shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest, “No one,” she confirms. 

“Not even when you-”

“No,” (Y/N) interrupts, not needing to know what the question was.

“I don’t believe you,” Archie declares, leaning back in his seat. “You’re winding us up.”

Reggie, who still hadn’t completely tamed his laughter, threw an arm over (Y/N)’s shoulder. “You are a constant surprise, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). So sweet and innocent,” he sighs. “What are we going to do with you?”

She releases an aggravated groan, unintentionally pressing herself further against the warmth her friend offered. “I don’t see why this is such a big deal.”

Because,” Veronica demands, overly dramatically, “you’re a lip virgin!”

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, not able to comprehend why her friends were concerned about who she’s been kissing-or more accurately, hasn’t been.

“Why is this so hard to believe?” she questions, narrowing her eyes.

“It’s just odd, I guess. I suppose I’ve never really thought about it, I’ve just always assumed. I mean you’re friends with so many guys,” Archie shrugs.

(Y/N)’s glare hardens, “We’ll I’m not you Archie,” she snaps, sliding out of the booth, finally being pushed to her limit. She lets Reggie’s arm fall to his side. “I don’t go around kissing anyone and everyone.” 

“Obviously,” Reggie mutters under his breath. 

Without hesitation, or a second glance at her friends, she rushes towards the exit, the laughter from the table seeming to echo behind her.

(Y/N) accidentally runs into Jughead who was just entering Pop’s. “Hey,” he chuckles, “why the rush?”

She couldn’t answer him, instead she pushes past him and heads in the direction of her home. 

Jughead is left standing at the door to the diner in complete confusion. He slowly enters and looks around, frowning when he sees Archie and the others sitting in a booth laughing.

“Are you guys aware (Y/N) just ran out of here?” he asks as he approaches them, thrusting his thumb in the direction of the door. His words seemed to amuse the trio even more. His frown deepens as they continue. “She looked really upset.”

“We were just joking,” Reggie defends. 

“What did you do?” he demands, addressing all three of them-feeling a sudden rush of defensiveness. 

Archie rolls his eyes, “We were just having a little fun, we didn’t mean to upset her.”

“Well clearly,” Jughead says, “you did. (Y/N) mustn’t have caught on the the joke.”

Veronica was the first to come to a realisation, “Oh no,” she mumbles, “we really didn’t meant to hurt her, Jughead.”

“What did you do?” he asks them again.

Veronica bites her lip, her fingers start scrunching at the napkin in front of her. “We were talking about the worst kisses we’ve had…” she trails off.

“And?” Jughead questions, his forehead furrowing-wondering how his friend could have gotten so upset. 

“It turns out she’s never been kissed before,” Archie answers. While this newly gained knowledge undoubtedly surprised Jughead, he didn’t let that get in the way of what he wanted to say.  

“So you made fun of her? Seriously?” he scoffs. “I thought you were better than that,” he shakes his head before giving them all a pointed look. Reggie and Archie were now the ones frowning. “I can’t believe you would do that,” he says. “Actually,” he continues, “maybe I can.” Jughead makes his way out of the diner and starts to walk to (Y/N)’s house. 

As he moves towards the door he starts to think of what to say. (Y/N) was one of his closest friends and he wanted nothing more than to make her happy again. 

Knocking on the door, Jughead rocks back and forth on his feet. The door eventually opens. (Y/N) stands in front of him, looking the same as she did when she had left the diner-only now her eyes were red and puffy.

Without even having to say anything, (Y/N) takes a step closer to him. Jughead wraps his arms around her while she rests her hands on his waist, scrunching his jumper in her fists. 

“Don’t listen to them,” he tells her quietly. “They were just being jerks.”

“Doesn’t mean they’re not wrong. It’s weird,” she mumbles.

Jughead strokes her hair, “It’s not weird, it’s good to have standards and want to wait. Maybe you just haven’t met anyone you want to be with in that way,” he shrugs. “There’s nothing weirds about that.”

“You think?” she asks, pulling her head away so she could see his face, trying to detect a lie.

He smiles as he looks down at her, “I do.”

They stand there for a while until (Y/N) laughs and finally pulls away. “I’m sorry, I’m probably overreacting.”

“You’re not,” he confirms, trying to assure her.

“Come in,” she insists, wiping at her eyes. 

Jughead nods and follows her in the house, shutting the door behind him. They make themselves comfortable in the lounge room and set up a movie-deciding to try and relax for the rest of the night.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) says sincerely, “for coming by.”

“Anytime,” he shrugs.

(Y/N) could feel her lips tug upwards into another smile. “Really, Jug,” she continues. “You’re always the one who is there for me…I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it,” he tells her. “You’re always there for me as well and besides-there’s no place I’d rather be right now,” he says with a small smile, turning around so he was facing her, his arm thrown over the back of the couch.

“I suppose that’s what makes us such a good pair,” she says, unable to stop her eyes from flickering to his lips. 

“I guess so.”

The pair were silent for what felt like an eternity. “Can you do me a favour?” she asks, tilting her head to the side-coming to a decision. 

“Depends.”

She rolls her eyes, “Close your eyes.” Jughead’s expression falters, but he complies with her request. “Just stay still,” she murmurs, leaning towards him. Jughead remains motionless, he had a feeling he knew what was going to happen-what he hoped would happen-but stayed silent.

Jughead could feel her breath, almost tickling him as she spoke. “Can I?” 

“Yes,” is all he replies. 

(Y/N)’s lips barely brush his at first, the touch so light and hesitant-unsure if it was okay.

Jughead’s fingers dig into the couch as she tries again-though this time with a slight force and determination. He kisses her back, causing her to freeze momentarily. Soon she seems to wrap her mind around what was happening and moves closer to him.

He rests a hand on the back of her neck and pulls her against him-but doesn’t attempt to deepen the kiss. 

When (Y/N) pulls back, he opens his eyes only to find hers still closed. He uses his fingertips to gently stroke her cheek. “Are you okay?” he asks her.

“Never felt better,” she responds instantaneously, a grin spreading across her face. Jughead couldn’t help but mirror her expression. “Thank you,” she tells him again.

“Why are you thanking me this time?” he asks her softly, tugging gently at a loose lock of hair.

“For making me feel happier than I’ve been in a while. For making my first kiss…something to treasure.”

“Hopefully your second will be able to meet your standards then,” he whispers playfully, pulling her face towards his.