pink-bugs

Say It Again - Jughead Jones

If requests are open, could you make a jughead x fem Reader where he never asked what her real name was (everyone just calls her by a nick name and has been doing so for years.) and when he finally figures it out and calls her by that name, the reader falls in love with the way it sounds when he says it. Sorry if it’s confusing, I just thought it’d be cute :)

Originally posted by diltons

Y/N/N = Your Nick Name

Y/N = Your (real/full) Name

L/N = Your Last Name

I loved this idea so much! I hope you like the way I wrote it!


The first time it was brought up was at the diner. You sat next to Jughead, and the two of you were sitting across from Betty and Veronica. You all were sharing stories from your childhoods, including Jughead, when it finally got to you. 

“Y/N/N, did you ever have a nickname?” You smiled at Veronica, who had admitted a few of her own embarrassing nicknames.

 “Y/N/N,” you replied, sipping at your milkshake. 

“What,” Jughead asked and you laughed while turning to face him.

 “Y/N/N is my nickname,” you said, but he still looked confused, “I’ve gone by Y/N/N my whole life. Even my parents use it rather than my actual name.”

“No, I get that,” he said, meeting your eyes, “but what’s your real name?” Veronica raised an eyebrow and Betty let out a laugh. “You’ve been best friends with Y/N/N for how long, and yet you still don’t know her full name?” Jughead squinted his eyes at Veronica and you let out a small giggle. “Now I have to know,” he said, turning to face you, but you just stared at him. “You’re a smart, independent, young man,” you said, causing Jughead to smile at you, “you can figure it out.” Betty rolled her eyes, “stop flirting you two, we’re trying to be nostalgic.” You felt a blush creep up onto your cheeks and with a glance at Jughead, you saw he was blushing too.


The second time it was brought up was at your locker door. School had ended and you were grabbing your jacket and text book out of your locker. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Jughead walking towards you, looking annoyed.

 “What’s up Juggie,” you asked as he leaned against the lockers next to yours. 

“So I went to the library during my free period,” he said and you started to close your locker door.

 “Sounds adventurous,” you said, looking up and smiling at him. 

“Ha! Very funny,” he said, “I went there looking to check out some yearbooks. When I asked for them she said, and I quote, ‘they’ve all been checked out.’” 

You gave him a smug smile, “Hmm, how strange.” He nodded, “isn’t it?”

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Pink Bug Drug

“Hey, Lance, you have a visual on Keith?” Pidge asked.

Lance peered through the scope on his sniper rifle, the technology zeroing in on Keith despite being forty feet up an alien tree. Through the dense canopy, he could see the red armor dart in between the sentries posted, dispatching them quickly with little to-do.

He tore off his helmet; sweat matting his black hair to his forehead and neck. Shaking his head, with the help of the scope, he could see every drop of sweat that was flung off of him. Setting his helmet down he took a leather-like strip he got from a planet from a hidden compartment in his armor to tie his hair up, a stumpy little ponytail in the back of his head.

He cleared his throat. “Uh, ye-yeah, I got a visual.”

“You okay there, buddy?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, Hunk. Just need some water. This is a very humid planet. Just stay on standby until we need ya.”

“Well, it should be relatively low populated. Whoever was here before must have either gone underground or escaped when the Galra arrived.” Pidge intoned, sounding just like a nature documentary voice over. When he said so he could hear her eye roll over the comms. “Really?”

“Well, I’m not calling it your hacker voice.”

“Uuuggghhhhhh. Shut uuuppp!”

“Guys,” the voice of reason sighed.

“Sorry, Shiro,” they chorused.

Lance cleared his throat again. “Well, it doesn’t seem like there’s anyone here but me and Keith. And a few sentries but they’re dead now.”

“Hmm, okay, just be careful, you too Keith, okay? The scans said the place was abandoned but you can’t be too sure.”

“Uh, yeah, he can’t hear you, he took his helmet off.”

”Goddamnit Keith.”

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anonymous asked:

for the lil something, do you think you could do shance and the love bug au please?

hiii ~ I hope you like this! I went against the system lmao. hope you like it anyways!!! <3


Shance + Lovebug Au

Lance shouts out in pain when his right cheek suddenly stings.

“What the quiznak, Pidge!” he screams, rubbing his red cheek grumpily as he glares at the young teen, “Why the slap¡?”

Pidge shrugs. “You had a pink bug on your cheek, man. I just saved you, you’re welcome.”

“Did you kill it? Pidge, you’re not supposed to kill it! They are just tiny and harmless pink bugs!” Hunk says then, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Okay but that’s what Coran said and excuse me for being cautious about what our Gorgeous Space Uncle says sometimes because his info might be outdated.” Pidge shrugs, pulling out her hologram from her armor, “We gotta be smart, just look at Keith, he got his helmet on, shut and everything!”

“I’m not taking any chances!” The Red Paladin exclaims exasperated as he keeps walking in front of the group, bayard inactive but still gripping tight.

“That’s because Keith’s paranoid.” Lance waves off, sighing as he follows the group and gets deeper into the strange jungle, “And I still haven’t forgiven you for that slap, Missy.”

“Whatever,” Pidge says nonchalantly, eyes still on her hologram as she continues to walk.

Lance rolls his eyes before a heavy hand lays on his shoulder.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Shiro asks him quietly, looking at him carefully and Lance’s chest tightens.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry about it, man, it’sall good.” Lance laughs, hand flying to the back of his neck to rub nervously as he looks away from his leader’s eyes.

Shiro smiles. “Okay, good, but at least put on your helmet, Lance, just to be safe, alright?”

The brunet nods, following the suggestions. Shiro limits himself to hum approvingly, offering a comforting squeeze on his shoulder before continuing to walk.

“What does these things even do?” Keith’s muffled voice says as he slaps away from of the bugs from his face.

“Coran said it had something to do with increasing the chemicals that make you fall in love but it’s triggered by the first person that you see,” Hunk supplies helpfully.

“That you see? That makes no sense. Wouldn’t ‘the first person they touch’ be more accurate?” Shiro questions, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Stop questioning the pink bug, Shiro,” Keith huffs.

Lance is about to open his mouth when there’s a sudden wave of pink bugs, flying around the entire team. Everyone immediately shut their helmet, ignoring Keith’s smug huff at the action, but Lance gasps when his helmet doesn’t shut.

“Guys! My helmet is not working!” Lance panics, trying helplessly to shut his helmet with no success. He yelps when a bunch of bugs start surrounding him and he shouts in pain when he feels a sting on his right cheek.

“Lance!”

Lance huff when he’s suddenly tackled down to the floor, the wave of pink bugs finally dispersing and disappearing until there are no left.

“Are you okay? Did you got bit? Lance, answer me!”

Lance blinks his eyes open, heart doing a hard tug inside him when he meets Shiro’s concern face in front of him.

“Uh…” he lets out before he pushes his leader awkwardly off him, pulling himself up before patting himself all over his body.

“I feel fine? I don’t - ? I saw Shiro first but I feel fine? Normal?” Lance rambles, poking himself on the cheek and ear before he let’s out a laugh, “Ha! You thought, Pinky! You thought you could make me fall in love with Shiro but the joke’s on you because I already am in love with him!”

Lance cheers, throwing his arms up in victory, “In your face -!”

Someone clears his throat behind him and Lance suddenly remembers where he’s at. He freezes, shoulders tensing as he hunched himself over and slowly turns around to meet his team.

Pidge is beaming brightly, clapping her hands before shaking Hunk’s arm excitedly, who portrays an equal smile on his face. Lance watches the moment when Keith slaps his hand against his still sealed helmet, mumbling something about losing a bet and Shiro…

Shiro is…

Well, Shiro’s not even blinking.

“I think you broke him,” Keith says, eyeing his brother carefully before shrugging.

Lance swallows and shifts on his feet. “Good broken or bad broken?”

Hunk hums. “Considering his blush, I would say ‘good’ broken, dude.”

“Hah, yeah, not to mention that his heart is all over the place,” Pidge adds, as she holds up her holograms on her wrist that shows the entire team’s vitals, “Pay up, nerd, I fucking called this shit way back during our first month as Pals.”

Keith groans. “That’s not fair, you bet on Lance being the first one to confess willingly.”

“Uh, no, I just say Lance would be the first one to stop his pining and confess.” Pidge shrugs, “Which he did, now pay up.”

“What, uh, what did you bet on, Keith?” Lance asks nervously and Keith looks up at him, an annoyed look in place but his mouth twitches slightly.

“That Pining Shiro would break first and confess but behold: Pining Broken Shiro,” Keith says, waving his hands at the still frozen Black Paladin before he yelps when Shiro’s metal arm shoves him hard to the side.

“Keith!” Shiro yelps, his scar almost missing among the raging blush covering his cheeks but it’s no use because the truth is out and Lance is living.

“You like me?” He whispers quietly, almost shyly and tries to control his smile as Shiro turns to face him.

“Well, I mean, yes, you’re amazing, Lance, and one of the best sharpshooters I have ever seen, and you’re beautiful and -”

Shiro’s rambling is suddenly cut off as the brunet launches himself at the older man and closes the distance between their lips. Shiro automatically wraps his arms around the teen’s waist and lifts him off the ground, melting into the kiss.

“I like you too,” Lance whispers against his lips and Shiro beams at him.

Meanwhile, the three other Paladins stand by the side, making mockingly gagging noise at the display.

“Can we go now? I need to collect the rest of my money with Coran and the mice!” Pidge whines, tapping her foot against the ground.

Lance waves her off, eyes never leaving Shiro’s gray ones, before he leans down to another kiss that is happily welcomed.

When Jesse brings the tea outside, Hanzo is crouched in the communal garden under the beating rays of the evening sun, scowling at the tomatoes.  He’s wearing one of his ridiculous tank tops cut down below the ribs and Hana’s bug-eyed pink sunglasses.  His neck and shoulders, too, are pink with sunburn.

“Sugar, you’re gonna burn if you don’t put some sunscreen on.”

As Hanzo turns from his contemplation of the plant in front of him, Jesse realizes the sunglasses are also mirrored, making Hanzo look like some sort of very handsome praying mantis.  He tilts one of the plants towards Jesse to reveal a very large, green caterpillar.  “Genji’s dragon has been eating our tomato plants,” Hanzo says, and then, adorably, laughs at his own joke.

Jesse can’t help but guffaw along with him, it’s so cute.  “Well, at least she’s eating a healthy meal, unlike her master.”

Pleased that his joke is well-received, Hanzo rises and looks at the glass in Jesse’s hand.  “You’re one to talk. What is that? Another one of of your ‘cokes’?”

Laying on his accent thick, Jesse drawls, “Honey, this is gen-u-ine Southern sweet tea. Come into the shade and I’ll let you try some.”

Hanzo looks extremely dubious, but he rises to follow Jesse under the shade of a nearby tree. “Cold tea?” he asks with a hint of scorn.

Grinning, Jesse hands him the glass.  “Don’t knock it til you try it, Hanzo. And I reckon a cool drink will do you good.”

After a look that says we’ll see, Hanzo takes a careful sip.  An expression of disgust bordering on awe flashes across his face as he splutters, “This is vile,” and then stares at Jesse in astonishment.  “How much sugar is in this? I can feel it in my teeth!”

Jesse grins even wider.  “Well, it’s not gen-u-ine sweet tea until you get that fine sugar sediment at the bottom of the pitcher.”

Incredulous still, Hanzo takes another sip. “It’s revolting.”  He seems to be transcending their current plain of existence, he is so amazed by how wretchedly sweet the tea is.

“Aw, Sugar.  Does that mean I can have my tea back, now?”  

Hanzo looks at him over the edge of the glass.  His guileless expression says whose tea?  He takes another sip.

Jesse smiles, thoroughly charmed.  “I guess I left mine in the kitchen.”  When he comes back, Jesse brings the pitcher.

Its a Bargain

Summary: Shiro has rules about these things, but Pidge isn’t going to settle for this kind of injustice. Keith might just have a solution for her though.

Notes: For @platonicvldweek day 1, and also a continuation of the Paladins and Pets series. This is actually the beginning of what will probably be a longer story, but I wanted to at least post something for Platonic Voltron Week.


“So here’s the plan,” Pidge leaned against the wall beside Keith with forced casualness, eyes glued on the run down merchant’s stall across the street.

Keith cocked his head to the side to let her know he was listening.

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Teabug

The Other Slytherin (Series)

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Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary: Reader and Newt have some tea…with Pickett


You sat in your armchair with a book in your lap, something Newt had grown accustomed to. For as long as he’d known you, books were your second passion, your first passion was a bit of a mystery, but from what he heard from his brother, you were very dedicated to your work at the Ministry.

Newt stood in the kitchen preparing a pot of tea for the afternoon since you two had the day off to attend to the creatures, especially Pickett who had grown more restless. Newt suspected it was because he wasn’t getting along well with the other bowtruckles that he had picked up. For the time being, Pickett stuck close to Newt, often hiding in his pocket and eating jewel bugs; small glittery bugs that were similar to fireflies.

“How do you like your tea?” Newt asked as he prepared his own cup.

You told him how to prepare your tea distractedly as you were engrossed in your reading.

Newt didn’t mind your inattention, seeing as he was quite the same when he was with the his creatures or when he was doing his own work. He prepared your cup to your preference and placed it on the tray that contained his own cup and a plate of biscuits.

“Here you are.” Newt gave you your cup and you took it gratefully. You blew at the steaming cup and took a sip. Newt sat on the couch just adjacent to your armchair and took a sip at his own cup while feeding Pickett a small biscuit. Pickett chittered disapprovingly as he tried to bite at the biscuit, but found it too hard. Newt chuckled at the creature and dipped the biscuit in his tea for a few seconds and then gave it back to Pickett who cooed softly as he bit into the softer biscuit.

You watched the interaction from your peripheral and hid your smile behind your tea cup, it was then you noticed something glittery float to the surface of your tea.

“Scamander…”

“Hmmn?” Newt looked up at you and saw you staring at your cup. “What is it?” He asked.

“There’s a bug in my tea.” You said blandly as you stared at the pink glittery bug that was quite still, you suspected it either boiled alive or drowned to death…or both.

Newt’s eyes slightly widened as he leaned just a bit closer to you to see inside your cup. “I am so sorry,” He quickly apologized as he stood and approached you. “I’ll get you another–”

Newt stopped abruptly however, as he stared at you in shock as you drank the entirety of your cup, bug and all. You even chewed the bug, giving a faint crunch as you hummed in consideration.

“You….you ate it.” Newt said dumbfounded.

You merely stared at him as you continued to chew and then swallow the bug. “Yes, I did. It was slimy…yet satisfying.” You held your cup out to him. “You were offering to get me another cup, yeah?”

“Uh…” Newt was speechless for a moment before he blinked and shook his head to gather his wits. “Why did you eat it?”

“You were making tea with Pickett right?” You asked back, to which Newt nodded in reply. “Then Pickett put it there. He understands enough to know that we both like tea and we’ve shared our tea with him. He probably figured that he should share something with us return. He likes jewel bugs so he probably put a bug or two in our cups. You probably have one as well.” You explained to him as Newt grabbed his cup and sure enough there was a bug now floating to the surface.

“He’s sharing.” Newt murmured, astounded as he looked at the bowtruckle –who was standing next to the plate of biscuits– in wonder. In turn, Pickett watched him in anticipation.

“Yes, and he’s expecting us to like what he likes. Refusing is not an option, Scamander.” You told him, giving him a subtle warning not to upset the creature.

Newt grew a little nervous from your stare and looked towards Pickett who was also watching him expectantly. Without a second thought, Newt gingerly drank his cup, being careful not to scald his tongue. Once he’d finished he made a point to chew the bug as you had, hearing the tale-tell crunch of the jewel like exoskeleton of the bug. “Mmm. Salty.”

Pickett grunted in approval as he took another biscuit and waved it to imply that he too wanted more tea. Newt smiled fondly at the creature as he picked him up and gathered your cup along with his to make all three of you more tea.

He paused only for a moment and found himself staring at your cup. You had eaten that bug as if it was an everyday occurrence, you had even figured out that it was Pickett’s way of sharing something he enjoyed with you. He found it strange that though you weren’t as interested in magical creatures as he was, the care and thoughtfulness you showed them was something that even Leta didn’t often do. Leta was more curious of the creatures, more interested in studying them than actually caring for them, she mostly left that part for him to handle on his own.

He looked back towards you and saw that you remained as you were moments before, simply sitting there reading your book. He smiled as he thought that you yourself are a very interesting and mysterious creature.


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“Scamander…”

“Yes?”

“Two bugs, please.”

“Right away.”


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