just because you seem to be slower at understanding something, does not, in any way mean that you’re less smart or inferior. you’re on your own path of learning. every single step is progress, no matter how slow you think you’re going.
Anon requests: BEANIES AND NEGOTIATIONS KILLED ME OKFG. PART THREE PLEAAAAASE ITS SO
okay please continue writing more for beanies and
negotiations i’m in love
part 3 of beanies and negotiations pleaseee??? i
Can we please get a part three to Beanies and
Negotiations? One where the reader is wearing something else of Juggies and he
just kisses her or something cute?
Could you do a part three to beanies and
negotiations where the reader and Jughead get together finally
BEANIES AND NEGOTIATIONS IS LIKE MY CURRENT FAV
STORY PART THREEE I NEED IT IN MY LIFE
PART 3?? PLEASE
Please do a part 3 the of the negotiations!! (I
cant remember what its called sorry!)
Just discovered Beanies and Negotiations and OH
MY GOD. I need some resolution/closure hahaha But really you’re the best x
we all need a 3th part
Heya, could you do a part 3 to beanies and
negotiations, and Jughead like finally picks up the courage to ask the reader
Could you a third part for “Beanies and
Negotiations”? I love it sooooo much!
widely anticipated part 3 of the Beanies and Negotiations series, in which
Jughead and (Y/N) observe their own relationship and come to a realization
Word count: 1,181
A/N: hmm I wonder
if you guys wanted a part 3? haha I had a lot of fun writing this, I’m so glad
you guys have liked the Beanies and Negotiations series (which I hadn’t even
intended to be a series). Hopefully this
will give you all enough closure. Enjoy!
Jughead liked to consider himself a very clever and
perceptive person. So when all of his
friends were insisting that (Y/N) returned his feelings for her, he didn’t
believe it. After all, he was perceptive
enough to notice that. He noticed Betty’s
feelings for Archie, why couldn’t he see (Y/N)’s feelings? But because of what his friends told him,
Jughead took extra care to pay attention to all of his and (Y/N)’s
interactions. He overanalyzed everything
she said to him (which was a lot, he realized).
He asked himself, Do all friends
talk to each other this much? Later,
he came to the conclusion that no, not everyone talked to each other that much,
but he and (Y/N) were best friends. It
had always been like that. Then he
started to observe her body language. He
noticed that they touched a lot, maybe more than most friends do. She always had her hands brushing up against
his, her chin resting on his shoulder, her thigh right next to his. He wondered if maybe this body language meant
something a bit more flirty than friendly, but then he reminded himself that he
and (Y/N) were always like that, seeing as they were best friends. While he tried to form a conclusion about (Y/N)’s
feelings, Jughead realized that all this overanalyzing was making him fall
harder. He noticed his eyes lingering
longer on her sparkling eyes, her radiant smile, and the lines that formed on
her face when she laughed. How can someone be so beautiful? he thought.
“How do you know she likes me?” Jughead stood on Archie’s
porch at nine in the evening. Archie
sent him a questioning look, stepping outside to talk to his friend.
“What?” he asked. “Jughead,
what are you doing? It’s nine o’clock.”
“I know what time it is,” Jughead rolled his eyes. “But I need to know. I’ve spent the past week analyzing every
interaction I’ve had with (Y/N), but I don’t see it.” He sighed in frustration and rubbed his
face. Archie sent him a knowing smile.
“Jughead, I’ve known since the day you proposed to her,” he
explained, taking a step towards his friend.
Jughead’s head snapped up at the mention of the childhood memory.
“We were six,” he reminded Archie, but Archie shook his
“Doesn’t matter,” he replied. “What matters is she said yes.”
“No she didn’t,” Jughead countered. “She turned me down.”
“She did,” Archie said calmly. “But she also accepted, remember? She promised she’d say yes when you’re both
eighteen. Only three more years, buddy.” Jughead rolled his eyes but smiled, and
Archie laughed. “I promise you, Jughead,
she will say yes. Ask her out.” Without a reply, Jughead nodded, turned on
his heel, and left.
(Y/N) noticed Jughead’s shift in attitude for the past week. Deciding not to comment on it, she figured it
was something he had to take care of on his own. Otherwise, she told herself, he would’ve come
to her. Although she repeated this to
herself over and over again, she couldn’t help but worry for the boy she had
fallen for. On a Tuesday night, she
found herself sitting in a booth that wasn’t her usual booth, and the person
sitting across her was not Jughead.
Instead, it was Betty that occupied the seat.
“So you wanted to talk, (Y/N)?” Betty asked, interrupting (Y/N)
from her thoughts. She perked up and
“Yeah,” she replied, trailing off. “So we’ve been best friends since, like, as
long as I can remember, and I tell you everything.” Betty slowly nodded.
“Before you continue,” she stopped (Y/N), “is this about
Jughead?” (Y/N) bit her lip.
“Yes,” she responded.
“I know you know I like him, and you and Veronica and everyone else
always say that he likes me but…” she paused for a moment, “how?”
“How do I know?” Betty repeated. “Because, (Y/N), he proposed to you!” (Y/N) laughed at the memory. “He lets you wear his clothes and, hell, his beanie!
That boy is as smitten as you are.”
She took a sip of her strawberry milkshake. “Trust me when I say this, (Y/N). Jughead is head over heels for you.”
Two days later, (Y/N) sat in a different booth. Her normal booth. Jughead had yet to arrive, and she was
anxiously twiddling her fingers in anticipation. The bell on the door jingled, causing her to
snap her head to face the entrance. It
was not Jughead who entered, but rather Archie, Veronica, Betty, and
Kevin. They all smiled and waved at her,
occupying a table that was within earshot of (Y/N)’s booth. She groaned at her friends’ eagerness to
eavesdrop. When the bell jingled again, (Y/N)
didn’t look up. Jughead sat down in the
seat across from her, watching as she slowly lifted her head to meet his eyes.
“Hey, Juggie,” she smiled shyly. He smiled back, equally as timid.
“Hey.” The two sat in
silence, both contemplating how to phrase their newly found revelations. How do you tell your best friend that you’re
in love with them?
“How’s your book coming along?” (Y/N) attempted to make
“It’s good,” Jughead answered. “Kinda slow right now since nothing has
happened, but I figure it’s only a matter of time.” They both laughed, and just like that, the
tension in the atmosphere cleared.
“This is weird,” (Y/N)
commented, referring to their seating arrangement.
“It is,” Jughead laughed.
“Come over here.” (Y/N) smiled
and stood up, moving onto the same side of the booth as Jughead. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he
wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
“Something’s different, Juggie,” she whispered. Jughead looked down at her and smiled softly.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Things
“You know, I…” (Y/N) struggled to find the words to explain
how she felt. She swallowed, then looked
up at Jughead and smiled. “I liked
wearing your beanie.” He threw his head
back with laughter.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he rolled his eyes, but his smile
betrayed him, “because I was humiliated.”
“You were not.” (Y/N)
lightly shoved him, and he laughed again before they both fell quiet. They sat there like that for a few minutes,
Jughead’s arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders, her head leaning on his shoulder, his
head on top of hers. Each of them were caught
up in their own whirlwind of thoughts.
“(Y/N),” Jughead interrupted the silence, causing her to
look up at him. His voice caught in his
throat. “I-” he didn’t finished his
sentence, but instead cupped her face and pressed his lips against hers. She sat there in shock for a moment, and then
placed her hand on his chest as she kissed back. A few tables away, Archie, Kevin, Veronica,
and Betty stood up and cheered. Jughead
and (Y/N) pulled apart, laughing as their foreheads rested against each
other. Jughead took his beanie off and
placed it on (Y/N)’s head. She smiled.
“Endgame!” Kevin yelled, pumping his fist up. Everyone laughed.
“(Y/N), I-”Jughead started, but (Y/N) cut him off with a
Hi! I love your blog soooooooo much! I was wondering if you know any good fluffy slow burns? Thanks!
WOW! Thanks for all these requests! I looove slow burn fics, they give me life! Let me know if you think I missed some!
Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya, Explicit, 197k A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries. Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be. Oh, man, do these boys not communicate their feelings! Seriously one of the best fics I have ever read in ANY fandom. Love this fic so much.
starstruckby shizuoh, Teen, 58k (in which yuuri is a simple barista, viktor is a famous movie star, and yuri is an 8 year old kid stuck in the middle of it.) SO good!
What Fades On The Ice by KasumiChou, Gen, 54k Yuuri Katsuki was a living legend in the skating world. A living legend that depended on anti-depressants and anti-anxiety tablets to survive. Viktor Nikiforov was a young ‘up-and-coming’ skater who was determined to convince his idol to coach him after an extremely bad result at his last competition.How will Yuuri survive the hurricane that is Viktor Nikiforov? Very angsty!
Bear Your Soul on the Ice by SassySalchow (diedraechin), Mature, 118k (WIP) At age fourteen, Katsuki Yuuri had been determined to be Japan’s next great figure skating hope, but with no coach that would never happen, so his ballet instructor packs him up off to Russia to train with Yakov Feltsman. The Yakov Feltsman, otherwise known as the coach to rising figure skating star – and Yuuri’s idol – Viktor Nikiforov. AMAZING!
You Can’t Plan for Everythingby RivDeV, Explicit, 138k (WIP) Yuuri forgets that he has a scheduled heat coming up until it’s just a couple weeks away. He scrambles to get everything ready in time, including deciding whether he’ll spend it alone or with someone. Victor only wants to help. A/B/O rec’d to me by my followers!
Tantalus, Reaching by chellethewriter, Teen, A retelling of the series that chronicles how a five-time Grand Prix champion might attempt to woo a somewhat oblivious Japanese figure skater.
Nerve Endingsby Phyona, Explicit, 51k (WIP) When Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg, they have to work through Yuuri’s anxiety and Victor’s secrets to find their balance. LOVE!
rekindling by fan_nerd, Mature, 9.1k Victor stands on Yuuri’s doorstep in the pouring rain with a bouquet of flowers. It’s the middle of the night. The tall man is out of breath, soaking wet, and his eyes are red. Yuuri sighs, letting his ex-boyfriend in like the sympathetic fool that Victor knows he is. “What are you doing here?” He hurries to catch his breath and reply, but his mouth is dry. Victor doesn’t exactly have an answer to that question. I love this so much??? Amazing fic!
cover storyby fan_nerd, Explicit, 8.2k Yuuri stares down at the person standing in the doorway. The stranger hisses, “Who do you think you are, anyways?” Quickly, before he can really think about it, Yuuri responds, “I’m Victor’s boyfriend.” It’s a lie, but the words feel good in his mouth, and for some reason, he doesn’t want to take them back. Such a good one shot!
Dancing Daffodils by grayclouds, Mature, 51k (WIP) “As Love gently wipes away the tears that trail down his cheeks something within Victor quakes, its tremors resonating throughout his entire being like a deafening echo. He is in the arms of a god.” BIG THUMBS UP!
offer me) that Deathless Deathby melonbug, Teen, 19k (WIP) **Major character death It was the curse he and his family were fated to: Death would come for him the moment he turned eighteen, and he could only hope the flimsy wards passed down through the generations would protect him. But Death always won eventually, Death would snatch him up as he had all of his ancestors.But somehow he wasn’t what Yuuri had expected. He was a constant presence in his life, barely there. A vigilant spectator to his burgeoning skating career, a gray haired man with a soft expression who found him again and again, waiting for him to let his guard down, but becoming something more, over time.
Beside the Dancing Sea by lily_winterwood, MapleTreeway Explicit, 186k New York Times-bestselling author Viktor Nikiforov arrives in the sleepy seaside town of Torvill Cove to cure his writer’s block. After encountering local wallflower Yuuri Katsuki at a party, he discovers that this mysterious dark-haired man has a couple secrets up his sleeve. And Viktor will be damned if he doesn’t find out just what those secrets are. LOVE this fic!
Until You Return to Me by BatMads, Teen, 113k Yuuri and Victor are in St. Petersburg together at last, but when Yuuri has difficulty adjusting to the transition and tragedy strikes, it seems as though they may be separated forever. Now they struggle to find their way back to each other when the universe seems to conspire against a happy ending. So angsty omgomg
Everything on Fire by SakanatoAi, Teen, 28k (WIP) In an alternate universe where the physical closeness between two soulmates is measured by body temperature, Yuuri Katsuki and Victor Nikiforov have spent their entire lives chasing after fleeting moments of warmth. As they grow older, their actions begin to draw them towards each other in a blind search for their anonymous soulmate, and the eventual release from the relentless cold which will be granted by their union.
The Boyfriend Experience by cryingoverspilledvodka, Explicit, 119k (WIP) Katsuki Yuuri is an accomplished escort at 23, operating under the pseudonym Eros, in Detroit. When one of his favourite clients sets him up with none other than world-renowned figure skater Victor Nikiforov, the delicate balance between Yuuri’s personal and professional life teeters ever closer towards ruin. Such a great fic!
Like a Fairytale by lucycamui, Teen, 63k (WIP) In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his ‘Cinderella’ Yuuri. VERY cute!
November’s Secret by LanaBerry, Mature, 23k (WIP) Overwhelmed with anxiety and his fear of failing, Yuuri faces the issue of if he should continue skating. His best friend, Yuko, proposes a solution - if no one knows it’s you, then it’s less embarrassing, right? Yuuri begins to create a completely new disguise and persona.But it works a little too well.Before he knows it, Yuuri has become the biggest mystery of the skating world and everyone wants to know who he is. Especially Viktor Nikiforov, the idol he’s been loosely basing his new persona on for years. Ahh I love this!
how the mighty fall (in love) by braveten, Teen, 28k Every Victor Nikiforov fan has three things in common. 1. They have unrealistic expectations for romance. 2. They mark their calendars with the dates of his newest book releases and the premieres of his latest movie adaptations. 3. They either passionately hate or love his greatest rival, a mysterious author whose pseudonym is only two letters: “KY.” Lots of mutual pining!
Aria: Stammi Vicino, Non Te Ne Andare by exile_wrath, Teen, 34k (WIP) The tale of Yuuri Katsuki, who never ages and never dies and has lived frozen in time for centuries, and his attempts to keep his adopted son from killing the new guest. Such an amazing immortal AU!
pas de deuxby intertwingular, Gen, 24k (WIP) in which yuuri, premier dansuer and four time usa international ballet competition gold medalist, ends up teaching yurio ballet, and viktor is just the slightest bit smitten. Very sweet!
fire on ice by indianchai, Teen, 15k (WIP) Everyone in the world had some sort of affinity with one of the four elements; the proper term was elemental affinity– whether they were best suited with fire, water, earth, or air.All figure skaters were water users. Never in the history of the sport was there professional ice skater that didn’t have water as their elemental affinity. Katsuki Yuri had a well-guarded secret that he can’t have anyone find out about.
1. I know letting go may feel like hitting pavement but sometimes staying is like getting hit by a train you’ve seen coming for miles.
2. There are symphonies that are screaming it is going to get better. Listen to the music.
3. The most fight you’ll ever feel is from inside your heart.
4. Nostalgia is only good for telling you bedtime stories. Don’t let it tuck you in at night, don’t let it keep you warm.
5. Keep the moments that you wish could live on for a gazillion years close to your heart, never let them burn out.
6. You’ll find someone that’s not them. You’ll love again and it’ll be pure and significant in its own way.
7. They remember it all. They’ll see how much you impacted their lives much later.
8. You may hate high school, but it’s when it’s almost over that you get flashes of when you were young and passed notes with your first love in art class and had talks with teachers that really mattered and you’ll want it to slow down. Take it in, there’s good in everything.
9. Sometimes the one that was your perfect match will be the one to watch you burn.
10. What’s meant to be yours will always find its way home.
11. It’s okay to change without them. Remember that you are the main character of your story.
12. Music cures it all.
13. Telling the story of how I fell in love with you still warms me from the inside out. Teach me how to let go of you.
14. Falling out of love makes you feel like you’ll never want to do it again, but the feeling of your heart dropping when he tells you he’s wanted you all these years is worth the stab at the end.
15. You jump off the cliff hoping there won’t be daggers at the bottom, and when you’re young you think you know how much it’ll hurt. When it comes, you’ll realize you had no clue.
16. My biggest fear was not being with you. I’m becoming someone without you, and it doesn’t feel right.
17. The nicer you are, the more beautiful you become.
18. One day you’ll meet again, and it’ll be just as scary and beautiful as the first time.
19. You’ll find your person. You may not recognize them at first because they’re not as shiny as they are in the movies, but you’ll know by the calm they bring.
20. Thank God for him.
21. The boy who runs in my dreams isn’t as dishonest. He holds my hand whenever I need to feel less alone and I sit around his kitchen table and talk to his mother about poetry. She goes on to say something about how statistically people are more afraid of love than anything else and the things I don’t say- tell her all there is to know about me. That I’m afraid beyond measure of what love can do to a person. Because I spent the last two years loving someone who didn’t know anything other than tearing apart the sole purpose of my existence. The boy who runs beside me in my dreams convinces me that love isn’t always teeth and bite marks. In my dreams, my scars aren’t there because I never tasted a bitter love before. The boy in my dreams loves me enough to let me meet his mother and destroys the idea that love is what I came here to die for.
22. Maybe love stays, maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t.
23. I glance off in another direction, but I always glance back at you.
24. Things that are sweet like this attract the worst kind of hungry.
25. I don’t think you’ll ever realize you changed everything for me.
26. I found faith that summer. The lips told stories I fell asleep to, the hands promised to hold on. But bliss is temporary when you pull your hands away from your eyes, and summer only lasts 3 months.
27. Let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice.
Don’t worry about how long it takes or how slow you are going. Everyone is on their own journey and will make different progress and which different levels of success. All that matters is that you always keep going no matter what.
Pidge had looked down one day, Lance’s older brother instinct had kicked in, and he’d ended up spending twenty minutes trying to string a pretty green stone he’d picked up on a piece of string. Any normal person would’ve just given it to Pidge directly, but Lance thought it’d be more fun to hide it somewhere and wait for Pidge to find it. She’d walked out of Green’s hangar the next morning with the stone around her neck and a smile on her face, and well. It spiraled from there.
Long after the beer in their bottles had warmed, long after Sam had excused himself to ‘do some research,’ Dean and Castiel sat at the table in silence. Dean shot furtive glances at Castiel, who had taken to rubbing his thumb around the opening of his bottle.
The silence was deafening.
“It wouldn’t be the end of the world, you know,” Cas said abruptly. Dean blinked. After today, Cas could be referring to just about anything.
“My death,” Cas continued, thumb moving in slow, methodical circles around the top, “It wouldn’t be the end of the world.”
“Cas…” Dean’s voice was rough, thick with worry. He’d heard enough of what the angel, and Lily, for that matter, had said to him. Not to mention nobody could hold a self-grudge quite as well as the angel.
“You saw how today went,” Castiel continued evenly, “You almost died. Again. Because of me.”
“Pretty sure you weren’t the one coming at me with an angel blade,” Dean replied, weakly trying (and failing) to interject a tone of humor.
Cas scoffed. “It doesn’t change the fact it was my mistake that dragged you into the mess to begin with. It was my mistake Lily Sunders was dragged into it too and…” he paused, thumb on the edge of the rim, balancing over a precipice it seemed. Cas sighed, his hand fell away from the bottle. “Perhaps it wouldn’t be the worst thing for you if I was gone.”
The floor seemed to fall away and Dean had to stifle a gasp. He’d spent most of his time nursing a not-so-subtle anger at Cas and when Cas had returned it, Dean had taken that as a sign that Cas was fine. And yeah, Cas offering to let Lily take him down would have been worrisome, but Cas was smart, he was kind, he was just saying what she needed to hear…wasn’t he?
Castiel proffered a small smile, looking up at Dean at last. “At least you wouldn’t have to worry about my stupid ideas anymore, right?"
It’s said with some humor, like Cas expects Dean to agree and smile right alongside him. Dean just felt sick to his stomach. Taking a shaky breath, Dean stood. Made his way to Cas. Knelt at the angel’s feet, anchoring himself by putting both hands on Cas’ knees as he looked into the angel–his angel’s eyes.
"I would never recover.”
Cas blinked. “What?”
“If you die, man. I…I wouldn’t recover.”
Castiel sat frozen in place, his hand still next to the empty beer bottle.
“It might not be the end of the world, but it would be the end of my world. Cas, I had to face that today, with the banishing symbol and you have no idea–” Dean was breathless now, trying to say the things he could rarely bring himself to even admit, “I know the angels say we treat you bad. And I–I do and I’m sorry, man, but I can’t lose you. Not again.”
Hanging his head, Dean tried to say the other things, the other, far more secret words. The sort of words that the angels would likely claim corrupted Castiel beyond repair. So he wouldn’t say them. He couldn’t. A silent I love you was all he could give Cas.
But as he struggled, a strange thing happened. The faintest of touches on his hands. Dean looked down, really looked, to see Castiel’s hands hovering over his own. They locked eyes. Castiel let his hands drop firmly atop Dean’s.
Does anyone ever think about the fact that after everything with Kate, maybe Derek goes to New York with the decision to never to be hurt that way by anyone again. Not the losing his family part, because how could he ever lose so much again, right? (Right? I’m not crying at all!) So he gets a part-time job as a grocery bagger or something, because he is young and most places won’t hire him halfway through the year. And he works after school to bring in a few bucks so that Laura’s eyes won’t be quite so pinched now that she has gotten her GED and began working to make ends meet for them in a very expensive city. After work, she then spends sometimes hours on the phone and emailing lawyers who are still trying to get all of the paperwork straight. So yeah, Derek works to help Laura.
But then some lady at the store gives him that look. Like Kate. Her eyes are interested, and her grin is predatory, and he just knows she wants him. So he thinks to himself if he initiates it, maybe it won’t leave him feeling so wrong. So he does. And it becomes a thing. He flirts with anyone who shows him interest as he bags their groceries and “helps them to their car” even though they never need help.
From there maybe it just becomes a way of survival. As he gets older, it seems like more women want to sleep with him. He’s filling out, thanks to all of the runs he’s going on after work and thanks to the workouts he’s pushing his body through every morning. Because he has to be strong enough. He has to be bigger. He doesn’t want anyone to think they can hold him down or force him.
He learns how to play the game. One day he mentions something about that to a coworker (now working at a bar mixing drinks because someone had once told him he would make great money in tips) but his coworker didn’t think of sex as a game. Derek knew better. Maybe it wasn’t for some people, but he would never be able to trust someone in that way again, so he had to strike first before an opponent could.
One day a man at the bar looks at him just right, and Derek just thinks Oh. He’s never focused on men before, but he’s noticed them in passing. So he goes to the guy’s apartment after his shift and they sleep together. Derek pretends he’s done this before, even though he’s mostly relying on his sense of smell and hearing to tell if the guy is into different things he tries. And after that, Derek flirts with anyone he feels he has to.
So fast forward to Stiles. Stiles who is home from college after his second year has finished to make room for summer break. Stiles who means so much and is so good even when he’s an asshole. Stiles who leans in one day after a pack dinner, when he and Derek have finished cleaning up after everyone else has gone home. Stiles kisses him gently, at first, almost hesitantly. But when Derek doesn’t push him away, he presses in more firmly and suddenly Derek realizes where this is going to go. And it kind of makes him sad.
He lets Stiles slip his shirt off and push him back onto his bed. Stiles crawls on top of him and Derek begins pulling their hips together in a slow and sinuous way. But Stiles doesn’t react like any man Derek’s been with before–which really shouldn’t be as much of a surprise as it is. Yes, Stiles lets out a little moan, but it doesn’t break Stiles away from Derek’s mouth, where his tongue is doing things to Derek that he can’t explain. And his hands after trapping Derek’s face, but not like he’s trying to contain Derek, more like he’s holding something precious. His thumbs keep swiping across Derek’s eyebrows, like he’s memorizing their shape.
You will get there. Life is not a race, It’s about being happy, any progress you make is progress no matter how slow or small. And guess what? 2 steps forward and one back is still one forward + you showed the world and yourself the fact that you indeed can take to steps, and next time those steps are even stronger.
Hi there! I’m in love with your blog, and I know that there are a lot of specifically Pietro blogs, but I love your style, so I was wondering if you could do something of Pietro? Maybe it’s movie night and the reader never told anybody she liked to cuddle but Pietro kinda offers and he can’t stop staring at her and saying cute things then they fall asleep together all tangled. Idk I just need FLUFF!
A/N: I’ve changed the ‘never told anybody she liked to cuddle’ to ‘haven’t been cuddled for ages’ - I hope you still like it?
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: none, this is pure sweet fluff.
Another movie night, another rom-com on the agenda. How delightful, You thought to yourself. Everyone around you is either loved up or is having a casual friends-with-benefits arrangement. Meanwhile you’re stuck in the Avengers Tower, the rarest creature of them all - a singleton.
Seeing all this stuff about the Alex Tizon discourse is making me wanna throw up.
Listen. What they did? It’s slavery. We know. We get it. But it’s not your slavery, it is a product of the broken system which we have been mired in, one which America has been directly complicit in. It’s an unfortunate case, horrifying, not entirely unexpected, but not exactly the norm. The issue here is that foreigners are trying to put words in our mouth and making this discussion about them instead of letting Filipinos process this and have a proper conversation about it without them shutting us down and screaming BUT SLAVERY!!! APOLOGISTS!!! not only that but they’re deliberately misunderstanding our language and honorifics, they are making things out to be something they’re not.
The system is broken. Any Filipino can tell you that. Yelling at us isn’t going to fix it unless you can somehow fix an entire culture with a press of a button and magically remove 400 years of colonialism and oppression, both by foreigners and fellow Filipinos, which has directly contributed to how desperate and helpless our people have become. It just doesn’t work that way.
But what really pisses me off about this? It’s because we’ve already been silenced before. We have been colonized, mistreated, our culture erased and labeled as inferior, our country gutted for resources and labor and this is still happening, just now its happening on more socially acceptable terms.
Context and the underlying culture does matter, especially when our culture has already been so abused and erased that we have no idea what kind of culture or history we would have had if it hadn’t been beaten out of us by colonizers for 400 years, even the name of our country, our very identity. To this day we still struggle with our identity as a people, with the colonial mentality and nation-wide inferiority complex instilled in us by colonizers.
Keep in mind that every time you yell at us about how culture doesn’t matter, you’re all slavery apologists, without taking into consideration our views, our culture and the system which contributes to this, and how people are still working to correct it despite the fact that progress will likely not come for another 20? 30? years maybe even longer. Progress is slow when you live in a country where every system is designed against you. We are seeing people from a country which oppressed us, attempting to once again erase our narrative and tell us they know better, perhaps then you can forgive us for being wary of foreigners dismissing our culture and views to propagate their own.
Jerome doesn’t cuddle nor he makes sure if he was too rough. From time to time his lips and/ or tongue brushing over the marks he gave you.
C = Cum
Jerome loves to spill his seed on your body before wiping it away with his finger and sticks it in your mouth. He also enjoys to eat you out and doesn’t stop after you came.
D = Dirty Secret
Jerome has no secrets when it comes to his sexual life. He’s like an open book to you and isn’t ashamed of it when it comes to his sexual desire.
E = Experience
Jerome isn’t the most experienced person in Gotham. But he learns fast and knows after your first time what makes you scream and squirm.
F = Favourite Position
Speed bump. Jerome enjoys it to mountain you and to press your body in the mattress. The skin to skin contact where he feels every little move of your body are a big turn on for him. Same goes for the sounds which leaves your mouth and who are close to his ear.
I = Intimacy
He wants you - he takes you. He doesn’t waste time with foreplay, instead he purrs in your ear what he’ll do with you before tearing your clothes off.
J = Jack Off
Jerome doesn’t jerk himself off as long as he has you. Only when you’re tied up to the bed and he stares down at you and wants to tease you.
K = Kink
Jerome is a kinky bitch. From blood choking until knife play, he enjoys every form of kinky sex. But his biggest kink to test your limits, the fine line between pain and pleasure.
L = Location
Everywhere. Jerome has no limits and it wouldn’t bother him to have an audience during your little make out.
M = Motivation
Every part of your body is a turn on for him, even when he wouldn’t admit it. The way you move, speak, smile or look at him.
N = NO
There’s nearly nothing what would be a turn off for Jerome. Jerome doesn’t kinkshame and says frankly when he doesn’t want to do something.
O = Oral
Jerome enjoys fucking your throat the same way he enjoys to go down on you. Especially when you’re tied to the bed and aren’t able to move and he has the control over you.
P = Pace
Two words: fast and hard. Expect when he wants to tease you and he penetrates you with slow, powerful thrusts.
Q = Quickie
Jerome likes quickies, but he doesn’t prefer them. The quick, hard thrusts where he has no time to play his little games with you doesn’t satisfy him enough, but prepare you what’ll come when he has more time for you.
R = Risk
Jerome takes risks. No matter if he’d hurt himself. He tries to go easy on you and tests how much you could take and a little more. But he’d never seriously hurt you.
S = Stamina
Jerome is insatiable. Once he gets started, he doesn’t stop until you’re a mess and sore between the legs.
T = Toy
Jerome owns a lot of toys and wants to try each of them with you. The only thing what he doesn’t allow is when a toy pleases you more than him.
U = Unfair
Jerome is a tease. He’d stop just before his orgasm only to hear you beg and whimper. Also he’d hold you in position so that you can’t move your hips against his.
V = Volume
Jerome is unusually quiet in bed. Small groans, growls and purrs leaving his throat. His warm breath tickles in your neck and sends shiver after shiver down your spine.
W = Wild Card
Jerome has a fetish for costumes and roleplay. Police officer and criminal where he punishes you for being a bad, bad girl. Everything about the circus where you’re in one and give in to pleasure..
Y = Yearning
Sex hasn’t top priority for Jerome. He could do without it for a few days or even weeks
Z = ZZZ
Jerome is a ball of energy. So while you’re busy with catching your breath, he’s already doing other things like taking a shower etc.
Anon: Nct 127 reaction to you falling asleep on their lap😊
This was such a cute request to write istg🤧These are the types of requests I like writing and I easily get carried away too😂As you can see by the length of these lol, I am perfectly aware that I have basically written mini scenarios or drabbles lmal yall better love me after this😇❤️😂
When you arrived by at your shared apartment, skin pale and eye bags prominent after a long day of work and university, all you wanted to do with sleep - literally. Eating, drinking, doing your essays, were all the last things on your mind but they were things that needed doing, regardless of what you wanted.
Taeil watched silently as you moved around the kitchen, rustling together some food for the pair of you, your figure moving slowly and lacking. He stood from his place on the sofa, halting your movements when he gently pulled your arm. You tried to protest but Taeil raised any eyebrow, his way of telling you not to bother arguing back because you both knew this was the right thing to do. He brought you back to the sofa, allowing you to lie down on the sofa, head in his lap.
Quickly, he felt your breathing calm and your light snores, his hands playing with your hair, which only helped but lull you into your sleep. He wouldn’t have much of a reaction, and wouldn’t say much either; but he’d be very worried for you, eyebrows furrowed as you slept.
Unlike the other members, who’d find it cute that you were sleeping on him like that, he’d find it upsetting and a sign you weren’t sleeping well right now.
Johnny would be aware of how much you loved to sleep. You could sleep anywhere, everywhere, anytime, something he was merely jealous of you of. It wouldn’t be the first time you fell asleep in his lap, but it would be the first time you do it around the other members.
You falling asleep against, on his shoulder, across his lap, in his lap, wouldn’t come as a surprise to him. He’d be used to you having a little nap on him, finding your warmth comforting and reassuring, so sometimes wouldn’t realise when you had actually fallen asleep on him.
The other members started to hear your light, steady breathing, occasionally looking at you then at Johnny, waiting for him to actually acknowledge your sleeping. Eventually one of the members pointed at you, attracting Johnny’s attention and turning his head towards you only to find your head laying on his lap, hand intertwined with his, your legs brought up to your chest.
Some of the members, like Taeyong and Doyoung, cooed at you, finding it absolutely adorable, which only made Johnny blush and his heart flutter at you. He’d look pretty relaxed, but inside, he’d be so excited and fluffy, finding it cute how you were comfortable enough with him to do this around his members.
Taeyong would be sat up on his dorm bed, flicking through his social media, headphones blasting music and replying to some messages, when you quietly entered his room, grabbing his attention. He instantly noticed how quiet and tired you looked, the smile on your face not exactly looking as bright as it usually is, and his eyes softened at you.
Patting the space on the bed beside him, he ushered you over, taking off his headphones and putting his phone away. You smiled at him again gratefully, taking slow, heavy strides towards him, and climbing onto his bed and into his arms. He sighed into your hair, brushing his fingers lightly through your hair and humming softly, something he knew helped you go to sleep.
Eventually, you slumped heavily against him, moving your body so your frame nestled tightly against his legs, and your head laid in his lap. Taeyong would find you so cute, watching you in adoration and continuing to play with your hair. Your presence would always calm him, even if you were sleeping, so he’d try to savour the moment.
You like this, would also give him the opportunity the to admire you, sometimes tracing your features lightly; he’d just think you were so adorable and innocent like this.
Yuta would be the type of boyfriend to take photos of you on his phone all the time. Majority of them would be taken without you even realising and off guard, which would always make him giggle and tease you about them. And he’d especially take them if you had fallen asleep.
Although he’d laugh at you and say that you snore loudly and drool in your sleep, he’d find you adorable in you fell asleep in his lap. He wasn’t sure exactly why this was; maybe it was because you looked so cute or because it was such an innocent gesture or because it would make him feel so special. But he’d love it and would actually be the only time where he didn’t take photos of you, and if he did, they’d be super cute and good ones.
However you actually falling asleep on his lap would be rare; you’d always try to avoid doing so because of his teasing and photo-taking, embarrassed by his actions. But sometimes, you just wouldn’t be able to help it, settling into his lap and napping there.
And Yuta would always tell you when you wake up how cute you are and pretty, practically gushing about you and complimenting you. He’d quickly realise that he was the reason why you didn’t like sleeping in his lap, so would try to make it up to you and reassure you that he liked it and was sorry if he made you uncomfortable.
Doyoung would feel a little flustered to have you sleeping soundly on his lap. He would find it hard to understand how you could possibly sleep in such an uncomfortable position, and not somewhere normal, maybe like a bed.
He wouldn’t have even noticed you at first; you both were on his bed, him on his phone, searching intensely at memes for some inspiration for the next album, you just daydreaming against him. He was so distracted by his research, that he didn’t hear your stifled yawns, he didn’t feel you slump heavily against him as you started to doze off, he didn’t even realise that you had your head on his lap, deep in sleep.
Only when he wanted to get up to print something out to show the other members, and was held back by the weight of you on his lap, did he realise. Blushing deeply, he sat back, unsure of what to do. His arms would be in mid-air, him not knowing what to do with his hands or where to put them.
After a couple of minutes of gawping and confusion, he’d relax back against the headboard of his bed, lightly putting one of his hands over your hair and the other stroking your arm gently. He’d feel a bit awkward, even though no one could see him and you were asleep and oblivious to the deep shade of pink tinted on his cheeks.
Over time, and the more times it happened, he’d get more comfortable and like it even more; but maybe the first time he’d feel a little flustered.
No joke, I literally think Jaehyun would start squealing in his place. He’d be that type of boyfriend to find everything you did, every move you made, everything you said, the cutest and more precious thing ever. As a boyfriend, he’d be very lenient and selfless towards you; he’d only think of you in his life, practically waiting on you hand and foot. Something like this would totally melt his heart, no matter how many times it might happen.
You’d be slouched against him in the dorms, him chatting and laughing with Ten and Johnny, when he noticed how your breathing had started to slow down and you were talking less and less. His arms would snake around your shoulders, bringing your face to his chest to which you subconsciously snuggled into.
You hadn’t even got to the bit where you laid your head in his lap yet, and he was already blushing and grinning like a fool. It would literally get to the point that Jaehyun was so distracted by you that he didn’t hear Ten’s question or see Johnny waving to try to get his attention. Eventually they’d give up getting his attention, leaving the room to let Jaehyun carry on being creepy admiring you.
When you did move your body in your sleep, so that you were lying down, head in his lap, Jaehyun would gasp, cheeks heating up. He’d be grinning so wide, his hands flapping in the air with excitement and some squealing sounds escaping his mouth.
Shaking with enthusiasm in his place, he would finally calm down, resorting to just playing with your hair and taking a few photos of you; but the wide smile on his face wouldn’t leave at all.
WinWin would like it but probably wouldn’t stay there for long; not because he didn’t like it but because he’d worry that you’d sleep badly or were uncomfortable.
It’d be late at night when you did this once, WinWin staying up late to message his family back home and to just relax with you for a bit. You had tried hard to stay up with him, but found it difficult after the day you had just had; what with work, studying, going out with friends for lunch, you were shattered and yearned to sleep. Nevertheless you fought your own needs, wanting to stay up with your boyfriend since you never really had much time with him like this anymore.
Unfortunately, you just had to listen to your body and sleep, moving down to nestle your head quietly in his lap. He’d smile at you, brushing your hair out your face, very much aware that you had been trying so hard to stay up with him.
After a few minutes though, he’d worry a bit for you; in your relationship, he’d always secretly fret if you were eating enough, or drinking enough, or sleeping well. So, after a bit of thinking, he’d decide to gently turn you, lifting your head slightly so it could now rest of the bed pillows instead of his lap.
He’d rearrange the bed covers so they covered you both, and he’d lie next to you, much preferring having you sleep like this as he could admire you easier and hold you close to him.
The first time you fell asleep in his lap because let’s be real here you would probably end up doing it a lot of the time would also be in front of the some of the members. Mark would always try to keep PDA to a minimum, and skinship in general too, liking to only holding your hand and having an arm wrapped lazily around your shoulders.
Even though you didn’t mean to fall asleep on his lap, it did happen and Mark would probably freeze up, looking at you in confusion. The other members would laugh at his reaction, some telling him to stop looking so offended and others telling him it was cute and to relax.
But he couldn’t help but feel awkward. It would be one of the few times you actually had some skinship with him in front of the members, even if it wasn’t that big of a deal or that big of a gesture; and he wouldn’t know what to do. He wouldn’t want to disturb your sleep, knowing fully well that if you had just accidentally fallen asleep on him, it must’ve been needed.
Ignoring the comments from the others, he’d let you rest, awkwardly placing a hand on your shoulder and the other on the sofa. Although he tried to go back to listening to the other’s conversation, he’d end up slowly, and subconsciously, relaxing; moving his hand from the sofa to play with your curls and his other hand to rub your arm gently.
Over time, he would get more comfortable with this kind of thing, just like Doyoung.
Would be a mix between Yuta and Jaehyun I think. Whilst you were napping on his lap, exhausted from the rubbish day you had just suffered, he’d be so excited and hyper. He’d sigh happily when he saw you had fallen deep in sleep, loving the fact you were happy enough, and trusted him enough, to sleep on him like that.
Honestly, the first time round, he couldn’t believe you had even done it. He’d think it only happened in the movies or something, never expecting you to do it. So, the first time you did, his reaction would be so exaggerated and pumped.
From that moment forth, every time it happened, he’d always blush and smile so excitedly, giggling when he could feel your light breathe on his thigh. Sometimes he’d lean against the sofa, smiling into the air and letting out an airy breathe; moments like this would be so precious and special to him and he would just wonder how someone like you would ever want him. He’d be so grateful for you honestly, even if he didn’t do well at expressing it to you directly.
Once you woke up from your nap which was absolutely fabulous may I add, he’d change from his blushing state to his teasing self. He’d pinch your cheeks, cooing at you and laughing at you blushing at him. Although he’d be teasing you a lot afterwards, he’d still be very fluffy and soft for you and if you were to do anything else, like cuddle him or kiss him, he’d return to the intense blushing and stuttering from earlier.
1. understand the anxiety - be aware that panic attacks are not dangerous and can’t harm you. It doesn’t mean you’re crazy, no matter how it feels to you!
2. remind to yourself - during a panic attack, the emergency systems of the body come into play unnecessarily - even though you feel like you’re going to pass out, it will not happen; You will not have a heart attack; you are not gonna do anything crazy, you are not gonna lose control. Reminding yourself of these things can reduce the frightening feeling of panic or anxiety attack.
3. breath, breath and breath! - Sit down and take several slow, deep breaths. Pretend your stomach is a balloon and inflate it to gigantic proportions. Try to aim for (get air inside) for at least 4 seconds through the nose and exhale at least another 4 (deflate), through pursed lips, as if you’re whistling. Continue this for a few minutes, when you try as relax your muscles consciously.
4. slow everything down - When you are in a panic, your body, your thoughts, yout emotions - literally anything - accelerating rapidly and you feel out of control. Slow down your breathing, slow down your thoughts, your entire body.
5. go for a walk! - Walking can help you “burn” some of the excess adrenaline released into when you become anxious. Talking with others can lift your spirits and refocus your energies.
6. Avoid smoking and drinking less coffee - stimulants such as cigarettes and coffee, and for drugs with a stimulating effect, may increase the chances of panic attacks in people who have hypersensitivity.
7. relax - do some yoga, exercise, take a bath, read a book, listen to music, draw, paint or anything alse that makes you feel calm and safe!
Draco ran his finger along the rim of his empty glass absently. The edges of his vision swam as he looked up at the bartender who raised a single perfectly groomed eyebrow at him.
“Another?” she asked.
Draco closed his eyes briefly, squeezing them until they ached, “Bring me… whatever’s next on the menu.”
“Yeah, alright,” she smirked, taking his empty glass, “What did you think about the French 75 then?”
“Nice, lovely,” Draco said absently, not entirely sure he could remember precisely what the last drink had tasted like.
“One Dark n’ Stormy, comin’ up,” she said brightly.
Draco sighed he fished a few more muggle notes from his pocket and shoved it on the other side of the bar. She had been very friendly all night not that he was surprised. There weren’t many people in the bar on a tuesday evening, much less a sad drunk wizard who was likely overpaying a great deal because he honestly couldn’t be arsed to check the numbers on his flimsy paper money.
He ignored her attempts at conversation when she returned and took the tall glass of what tasted like rum and ginger beer. Draco was prepared to stumble through something approximating a conversation when someone sat beside him, ordering a rum and coke and sending her off.
Draco blinked, his brow furrowing, the voice beside him had sounded familiar. Draco turned slowly so his head wouldn’t fall off and found the other bloke watching him curiously. The other bloke that looked remarkably, disturbingly, identical to Harry Potter.
Potter tried on a hesitant smile, “What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”